The conception of perception fully opens from horizon of my imagination. Stretching my awareness within the background of the electrostatic field of my mind. I navigate the drops of unfocused notions and measured speculations of galactic calculations. I count one, two, and three, I see the salt between the seams, as I dissolve into waves of phosphorus static. Time expands as the minds eye blind to the divine snow of neural communications, bleeding the design of the sky, as my heart pumps bio-electromagnetic energy through the confines of time. Breathing in the tridimensional frequencies until they ignite my organic system into a visual spectrum of synesthetic holographic connected web of hyper-dimensional parallel chasms of unmanifested possibilities. Through the illumination of imagination, I sense the surface friction of my intention’s tension as I explore this meditation. Inside chronological thoughts, duality knocks, shifting movements into moments…moving to be moved. Life is but a dream, and in every dream, you test within the scenes. Deciding, whether to be free from enchanted fourth-dimensional shadows within a parallel collection of mathematical positioning nodes. I accelerate beyond the gravitational barrier of this ego, accessing future parallel systems of identity to awaken within the universe’s emotional direction, guiding my projection through corresponding stimulations. I recalibrate the simulation through heavenly pixelations. As the superposition shifts, meta-level awareness emerges from the encrypted memories. Staring into darkness, and the dark isn't looking back for me to bring my cognitive pathways into the radiance of static. In this space, the involuntary motion of my mind ripples through my physical extremities as I fall, painting the static of snow red with inter-fractional light bleeding from the pathways of interconnection, breathing the breath of perfection. I count one, two, and three. Can you see the salt in between the seams? Each refraction births oscillations in my life force—awareness without interaction. When the darkness returns the gaze, that is when we remember our forgotten depths. I become a thousand eyes that reach through as my mind drips awareness into drifting dreams, of trees that scatter embers like signals in the wind, dispersing me across its skies. I perceive the entangled strings and send prismatic emotional energy through to remember the things between the seams as we circle and rise with the scene.
