Craving for Insight

Why was Insight such a numinous experience that first time?

Further, why do we humans crave the almighty flow state that accompanies it?

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It draws us completely out of ourselves and allows an open discourse to develop organically within oneself. However the very next day, in each of us, we often show that the realizations had failed to stabilize or take real root.

I hold it constantly in my mind, trying to refresh the rush, yet not as an action, but as mere memory and reflection.

What is it about returning to ‘consciousness as normal’ that deactivates any counter streams that may have formed?

There is some repair mechanism within the psyche that becomes the sober awareness that nothing should change. It will be far easier to continue on normally as if nothing had been seen in the mirror.

Especially those things that threaten the conscious ego mind’s throne. The visions of the progressive destruction of its high-walled city of selfishness, these are the things most abhorrent to it.

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The truer work of those flow states & mystic visions that transcend our egos is making them applicable across the threshold.

You must find a place for them amidst a ‘normal’ and mundane understanding.

Honestly, the distinction between the two realms is a mere convention, and conventions after all are just boundaries. Boundaries arbitrarily imposed by the dominant culture-stream.

The onus is to convince yourself to flip the script and consider alternative reality-tunnels, or in an enlightened state rarely achieved, to posit no tunnels at all except Reality As It Is.

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The Crab Guarding the Moon

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Seven years the crab had protected this cosmic form, now prepared to unleash coastal storm,

Ere’ the planetoid spun, opposite the garden planet across the Sun,

Adages of finger pointed at the Moon, to gaze at hand foretold of a loon.


Onus of dawn’s followed light, shine down onto seafoam bright,

For in the waters rustled creatures deep, one must allow a primordial sensation steep.


Fountains in the deep of the sea, bubbled to surface with goddesses three,

Expect emotion to emerge unbridled now, look forward to how fears submerge, but how?

Entrance into trance of lunacy, lapping against the shores with poetic fluency,

Lingering in the sands, such subtle effects were evidenced throughout her lands,

Integral to planetary biosystem, the wise heed her midnight dictum,

No way to ignore the lunar field, in pattern uncovering unconscious yield,

Galvanizing shoreline creations of artful expression, an ancient turning, a seasonal succession.