Gods-eye view, stargazing in hell, and a fire baptism

I am just a conduit, my psyche is the filter and consciousness wants to be shared.

Sep 19, 2022

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Below are three visions from my psyche. They can also be called Symbols for Transformation. I use Midjourney to illustrate them.

Sometimes these visions consume me, because they are infinite worlds and more potent than reality.

But these are just tools. We are not meant to get stuck in them.

I absorb, integrate, share and move on.

GODS-EYE VIEW

Vision from a psychedelic journey, September 3, 2022

I saw the Earth from Space. I saw all the temples and mosques and synagogues and cathedrals stacked up — one on top of the other — trying to get to God. I thought about all the ways I reach up toward God every day. Every shower is a baptism. Every walk a pilgrimage. I say Thank You over and over and over again — for my body, for life, for Love, and most of all, for my obstacles. Every bit of resistance I feel is an opportunity to grow. I stack my challenges — one on top of the other — and I climb them so that I can get to Heaven.

THE DEVIL AND I GAZE AT THE DAMNED STARS

38th Birthday Dream, June 8, 2022

I found myself in Hell being led by the Devil into a house that looked a lot like my house. I thought this can’t be my birthday dream! This is more like a nightmare. And then I saw the sky and all the stars in the sky looked like heavenly stars, and I said to the Devil, “I didn’t know you could see Heaven from Hell.” He said he had never noticed the stars before and he stood there, awestruck. I could feel him falling in love. I knew then this was not a nightmare — this was a gift. I never wanted the moment to end. The Devil and I in Hell, both of us in love, gazing up at the damned stars.

AN ALCHEMICAL DREAM ABOUT CALCINATIO

Calcinatio is the first process in Alchemy. It is the burning of prime matter into ash. This is from where the mythical phoenix rises. This is how you turn lead into gold. This is how you become something new.

Dream, Saturday, April 9, 2022

It was supposed to be a baptism, only my head was set on fire. This is how you purify yourself, they said. Burn all your scripts and schemas, and then start all over again. How many times can I transform before I die? I wonder. My head a funeral pyre. My potential reborn.