the magnificent spiral

dear friends,

often, I look to the stars up in the night sky — the stars are your eyes.

to the ones that read these words. you are my night sky, I hope you know.

I remember being at a crossroads three years ago. a choice between the sharp path that would cut me through or the scenic route that would allow me to be a fool.

I am a fool, how foolish I loved to be. a poet at heart that twisted and spiraled, for the love of his heart grew tenfold. community was the way, three years ago — the jestful love towards the heart of purest kinds, king's rock.

there he was, the jested prince, king arthur as merlin spoke of many tales that sparked the mind, magic of course.

the stars of the milky way laid in the land of cheese full of highland cows. there, the king's vision laid ahead — a spiral of the soul and a self-fulfilling prophecy.

cryptic it was, the non-sense. my head was spinning and I spiraled up. the dreams ahead were real to me, my dream identity is me.

to the moon and stars, I seek thee, the stellar soul warped in space through the collapse of time in the glass of illusions and mirrors.

can you feel the winds change as the cosmos calls in your stream of thoughts?

you beautiful spiral, the soul is but a strange loop filled with consciousness — are you aware of what is to come?

your friend(ly)

jakester

FIVE TREE FIRE - the creative flow “You Suck Charlie.”

the spiral itself could poise a problem for the ordinary person.

to spiral out of control and lose a sense of your own mind is not a very fun experience. however, I do wonder if it is necessary to gain a paradigm shift?

to unlearn and let go everything you knew before requires you to sacrifice a great deal — pain becomes necessary to move up the spiral of development and awareness.

how do we handle this pain that makes us feel so soulless with no grounds to root ourselves?

this is the main pain-point I will approach as we are pain averse beings who actively seek within our instinct to remove our pains from our lives. we pay so much to remove the dreads that makes us feel dead inside.

we are risk averse.

we are disgusted by pain and it makes our skin crawl. the bandwidth of your mind stretches and it makes your mind bend within itself.

the tortured artist laments of their own self-pity and each curvy bend makes them spiral. they cannot contain the spiral of their own soul — the lonely soul surfing through the stars of the cosmos.

I think to myself every moment when I feel the creativity juices flow within me from my core, spiraling upwards in all directions. Is this how Alice felt in Wonderland?

I am a writer.

I write the story and weave my thoughts and experience into one cohesive narrative wrapped in my head. The worries occur when this one cohesive narrative splits into many and your own head cannot distinguish which of these narratives becomes the real one. The path becomes confusing and blurred by your own self deception and you cannot perceive what is right or left. As it never was left to be right.

I am good at writing.

I write for the soul which comes from my heart and I spiral outwards, giving all the love I can as I spiral up. Love is an upwards spiral, after all.

I write, I write, I write, I write — yet am I right?

I give it all to the craft. I leave it all on the line. This is only my dream, after all.

you are about to experience greatness, you maniac.

It's been awhile since I wrote…

I think I fear writing on paper now because my handwriting sucks. It really sucks. And I might lose the physical form, unlike the digital form.

I don't know.

I like writing.

I am a writer.

I am committed to writing,.

This is my writing.

How To Fall & I Can't Lose. [the sewage company calls] — the parallels of the SUN & MOON.

Dreams & the Unconscious

I'm about to read the New American Bible & The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People.

All morning, I've been cleaning my room. Clean my room. It's such a mess. Like my Spirit. Like my Emotions. Like my Thoughts.

I've been sick, I've caught a cold. But I'm getting over it. I can't let it stop me.

I wanted to record my thoughts before new ideas come to me [the struggle of the writer is handling the inflow of ideas]

The Red Book is coming by Carl Jung.

I have a vision of my story.

Sage One - Metawakening

Saga Two - The World of Reality

Saga Three - Dreams & Devoid

I spiral out of control sometimes.

I am trapped in my head.

[an angel's descent]

I'm falling.

Where am I falling to?

Where have I fallen from?

It's hard for me to find signal sometimes.

…

An Angel's Descent through Time.

"You Suck Charlie! Stop being a little baby, we technically aren't going light-speed, you idiot — we are traveling at a normal speed through warp drive."

Mimi mockingly teased and added more salt to the wound by adding,

"You are a Good Kid, but you are no Star Pilot. You don't even know the first principles of what it means to space travel."

Charlie was defeated and sinked into his seat, significantly embarrassed down to his core. Mimi didn't have to deliver it so meanly.

"You sir, you are a drama queen. Do I really need to spell it out for you?"

A-L-C-U-B-I-E-R-R-E warp drive. It's so simple, it's just rocket science.

Charlie wondered, has she even been to space before?

"Simply put, space can travel faster than the speed of light, hence warp drive. Have you not seen Star Trek? It's how we have crossed to different Islands of Space. You are an islander, after all Charlie."

Some time passed.

"So who invented this contraption Mimi?" wondered Charlie.

"Miguel Alcubierre obviously. My mentor, ol' Miggy Migster developed this Bubble Theory off the works of Kip Thorne with his little wormholes and time travel. It follows Einstein's Theory of Relativity as spacetime can be warped by Gravity. This is the reason why planets and stars are attracted to each other. Essentially, we create a Bubble of spacetime that would contract the space in front of the spacecraft and expand the space behind it. We are riding the wave of spacetime at Warp Factor 1 — literally surfing on the cosmic scale."

Charlie's brain was fried for a moment.

…

From the words of Miggy's Ghost,

"Just remember this — positive matter generates positive pressure which creates the wave of gravity while negative energy density produces an anti-gravity effect that is used to push the space around the spaceship, creating a spacetime bubble!

Just beware the radiation and bubble collapse…"

…

The ink has dried.

I unveil to you.

The Beautiful, Magnificent spiral — an integration of my whole being and existence. My essence, I give to you.

Can you Transfigure the Truth?

You can Transfigure Perception. You can Alter Perception.

Can you Alter Consciousness?

At world's end, we must spiral up in the Great Cosmic Flood of the Soul. Don't lose your Child's Eyes, the Starry Eyes I See Tonight.

We fear what we don’t understand.

We must make what is unconscious conscious.

We must become aware of what we are unaware of.

There is a strong distinction between knowledge, intelligence, and wisdom — it is important to know this difference as wisdom can never be artificially created.

Be not afraid.

The Seascape of the Soul is capable of traveling through the Great Cosmic Flood. The Dreams that Oscillate between Reality and of your Own Mind.

Veridis Quo?

To what purpose or to what end will this "Magnificent Spiral" lead us to?

The Wind Blows and the Water Reflects and Flows, that is our Stream of Consciousness spiraling ever so. Wind and Water flowing through Time through the Windy City of Fire.

The Flow of Energy is real filled with many twists and turns — the Crazy Mirror shaped as a Bean points in all directions, bending the Reality around it in Illusive Distortions and Patterns.

It is a beautiful sight, a beautiful thread of thoughts and feelings in a single moment, a single experience, a single run.

The Power is in the Pen and the Ink that bleeds. I can't tell you why. I just know it's my "veridis quo" that speaks to me ever so intimately.

Surf the Couch, Alcubierre Warp Drive, Fibonacci, Strange Loops and Spirals.

The infinite regress continues to drag me down, infinitely repeating, infinite repression of meaning, Death and Consciousness — yet the Magnificent Spiral continues to bring me up to reach new heights for the Soul to seek the Dreams that lay within Sleep.

It defies Gravity of the Mundane Realities, this Creative Catalyst of mine.

You need space between each page in the Book of Life to allow for the Fire to burn more passionately, you must give it air to breathe.

The Great Cosmic Flood is full of Melancholy and Men Full of Sorrows. In our Dreamworlds and our Symbols, we take on expressionistic lines and intense colors to evoke the anxieties of our post-modern life. We express in this spiral to move towards Self-Actualization — but what is actually happening?

A Metamorphosis of sorts with our Meta-selves?

Jake and Spike the Space Monkey one night were in Big Bend National Park, Wisconsin — the Land of Cheese and Cows.

They were messing with super-elaborate and powerful space telescopes in the planetarium while heatingly discussing Ken Wilber's Theory of Spiral Dynamics and Integrated Information Theory.

It was a Dialogue to determine if there was a possible Synthesizable Bridge between the Two Worlds. They grew exhausted and relaxed by putting their eyes through the lens of the scopes in one moment of time.

The two hooligans were gazing at the Stars when suddenly they saw a colorful blueish and red bubble in super distant deep space.

It was a star craft traveling at warp drive move across the night sky!

J: A stellar life to live amongst the stars through the starry cosmos cluttered with specs and dust, to share this moment together.

S: how does this relate to what we were just discussing Jake?

J: we seemed to be caught between space and time Spike, I feel a strong familiarity from seeing that rigiddy ol' spaceship passing by.

S: I agree with you that we are interconnected to the Universe through the systems that have been determined, as we do possess high Φ level of consciousness — we do emerge from star dust so I wouldn't be opposed in your claim. Yet, I am unsure as to how this fits with the Integrated Information Theory.

J: I don't know if you said anything substantial to what I am trying to touch on Spike with this Soul Resonance I feel. Do you know what I mean when I say that my Soul is a Magnificent Spiral?

S: you speak a bit of non-sense, my friend, have you been smoking?

J: I don't smoke Spike, you know that. I am just a Poet at Heart.

S: comeback down my friend, I am attempting to unify these differing levels of consciousness with the power of mathematics and logic! There must be a reason as to what is happening in this spacetime continuum of strange loops and patterns. It all points to the collapse of wave-forms that oscillate in weird superpositions, I suppose.

J: this is the Hard Problem of Consciousness Spike, I don't think you quite understand what I am seeing and trying to describe. I am hesitant in your postulates and mathematical forms, I fear you are just restating the problem at hand. It helps gain clarity, yes… yet why do we have subjective individual experiences to begin with?

There must be something beyond our Reality we have not been able to grasp or reach an awareness of.

…

[enters meta-self 000 who is here to remind us with some answers and questions]

meta-awareness is the integration of all forms of sensory awareness within our consciousness and within our soul.

therefore, the meta-self allows us to truly reflect, observe, and experience what is beyond [???]

I feel the fire in Chicago.

I can bear it.

I love Chicago. I could live in Chicago, the Windy City.

I am a Crazy Bean, a Crazy Dot. The J Hook Pen is unlocked, my 3rd Pen.

This is my Dream Identity. This is my Fate | Amor Fati — I love my Fate.

I hold the candlelit stick in my left and the luminous lantern on my right.

I am serious of my dreams and ambitions. This is real to me, the Self-Fulfilling Spiral.

This will Connect.

This will Resonate.

This will Impact.

This will Heal.

…

I write the story and weave my thoughts and experience into one cohesive narrative wrapped in my head.

I am good at writing.

I write for the soul which comes from my heart and I spiral outwards, giving all the love I can as I spiral up.

I write for my soul when my heart feels low and I spiral downwards, giving it my all to stay afloat.

I write, I write, I write, I write.

I give it all to the craft.

I am merely a vessel that holds a perspective with a soul that flows thru.

I believe in possibility. I see beyond the limits. I always find my way.

…

The Labyrinth of the Mind and Soul — war is coming in this weird hallucinative dream of mine. Icarus, son of Daedalus, what will you do?

The scent of curiosity fills your nose…

Jest Real Crazy Oscillations.

the manifold of life, the manifold of the soul, the manifold of the unconscious all unfolds into one at wave form's collapse.

There is Hope In Motion.

I do wonder, can my Soul enter Warp Drive?

cast of characters

000 - the meta self

001 - friendlyjakester

002 - crazycharlie

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005 - spike the space monkey

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008 - mimi the shapeshifter

009 - ol man tuck the shaggy sage

010 - boy icarus