Wandering explorers

Deep within our essence we're curious drifters. At times curiosity brings our mindset to a point when we see something for the first time. Our perception is based in terms of familiarity, at first we try to categorize it somewhere in our immense library of knowledge. These unknowable ideas despite their impossibility of existence, according to our foundations of knowledge, show tendency of confusion to our perception, but on the other hand they tickle us with thrive to understand them. 

 

This pursue eventually brings alteration and growth of our knowledge, nested firmly into our imagination, wisdom and humanity. This has happened countless times so far, creating for us unique path that we've followed throughout all eons of our existence, since our dawn as species. We're not designed to stand in dark domains of ignorance, we seek to know more.

 

Along with our growth, new expectations and predictions nest within us. Our biological senses have become insufficient to satisfy our appetite for knowledge, so we've built new improved ones designed from technology. These refined senses have brought us new ideas, concepts which sometimes confirm our understanding, sometimes rattling it.

 

This quest for knowledge brings us to a point where we question our understandings of our Home World and what lies beyond it, to the endless regions of space. Some of our concepts of nature are not quite accurate. This is not a burden to be frightened of, but a challenge. Here we need to explore the full potentials of our nervous system, it is a moment when we ought to reexamine the depth within us, as well as the depth above us. We need to feel our presence and seek our place within the concept of nature.

 

This represents a starting premise in why the times we live in are so interesting. We change our perception of reality in order to find the method(s) of the creation, its meaning and development to this point in time, and its future shape(s).

 

We're a young race still trying to figure out our belonging, we have patience. 

The game is afoot

Forces are running amok, deranged as they are, completely out of control conquering what’s left from our daylight – unavoidable consequence in these times when we replace fears with curiosity. We extinct any brake that has even a remote possibility to undermine us into the forgotten unknown, for we own a need for speed. On this threshold we stand tall, looking only at our dreams in the endless wide before us. This path is made of us, safeguarded only by means of our imagination. Here and now, unexplored reverie of every alchemist of old.

Love is never lost and dreams are never left in ruins, they perpetually thrive, and we are in a state of constant bloom.

The game is afoot, and we’re ready… as a matter of fact, we were born ready!

Forms imprinted in us

Occult motion pictures in the mind, fast moving frames in the cinema of this deranged psyche. Wicked thoughts gain twisted shape, forms imprinted on the inside easily converted into a nasty outbreak. Some kind of contagion, an experiment turning into an incident. This imagination is raw, it happens to confuse most of my cognitive functions. You’re hellish accessory always up to no good, impressing upon this world a sense of urgency.

I’m a soul fundamentalist, an anthropological zealot, and my extremism is that of curiosity. Through the keyhole of my psyche everything is in the focus of my interest, anything less would be betrayal of the intellect… I’m hungry!

Everything is changing, everything but the psyche...

Magic;)

Magic is reign of the soul, a horizon at the far end of things, high above all kingdoms of heaven, far beyond deepest tars of hell. She places ground into those remote layers of air, a ground where human imagination begins to roam free… this realm of the soul, out of time and beyond dimensions, endless – just like the soul herself.

Magic is revealed for the naked eye, all she requires is having a little faith, she feeds and grows only on faith. Through thin strings she connects daydreaming with reality and dreams with all waken worlds, she’s a clear border separating apart lies from the single truth – because truth has no plural.

A condition, this affinity to be seduced by the source of all colors, and for the life of me – I am seduced! Magic can be only defined as charms and beauty, imperfect and incomplete, as they’re meant to be!