the meaning of dreams

I’m going to depart from the political views today.

Imagine we are able to evolve to the next plane of understanding, not by science, but by exploration of time and space in our own being. Imagine the idea; we may understand this through our dreams, where time and space take on definitions we don’t understand, dreams, and timeless opportunity of realizing self outside of form. Imagine using the moments of wakeful consciousness to feed the body and expand the mind so sleep or meditation is used to open the window of timelessness in a way where meaning becomes eternity as consciousness becomes self awareness and processes of thought born to a reality expanding life in patterns which do not dissipate into the masses of the universe but stay as whole formless form, energy without walls contained by forms but instead held together by its own understanding of self. In this place the endless windows of time, of space, become one point where any moment in consciousness in any dimension of in concepts of form may be witnessed in our web of perceptions.
It is the following evolution where we again take on form in self awareness again, that indeed life becomes advanced. Where someday, thousands or millions of years from now, we may understand that there is nothing we are not. That without our piece in this web of life, life becomes one piece less, as in the elements, if you change one atom, one molecule, the element itself become something less then whole, it is as much the whole as it is itself, and so to are you to the universe, and eternity.

We as a civilization are 5, 10, 50; one thousand years away from applying the DNA altered pieces into our species, (see where they now produce DNA which has the ability to perform mathematical function just as a computer chip does). We WILL become a species which alters itself to a point where it takes on the character of what we now term cyborgs. In doing this, we by pass the natural course of evolution, outsmarting us, and perhaps will never see eternity and the timeless nature of space and life in it. We will have manufactured our consciousness so it becomes confined within its walls of fabricated life and realities. To miss our own understanding of self is becoming all too human.

Brian Morrison 12/06/05

now, just to keep you honest.

So now I’m obsessing
I can’t stop to think
My mind like a manic
My reasons, my ----
Whirl of a mind, that won’t stop its ways
Always the same, with you in my day
I wake in the morning
Your ghost I do fck
The pleasures in sleeping, it’s all that I’ve got
As plain as my waking
You tense in delight
There’s something about fcking
A ghost thats not right.