EPL; Esoteric Principles of Light

Monday, November 27, 2023

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL The Cosmic Hobo’s When I had first died I instantly opened my eyes into a clearer place. I just appeared there beside that mystical fire. Of which I assume was ignited by tramps and vagabonds (of some sort). Their faces blended into the stories as they told them, as their lips only moved as I became ever engrossed and attentive to them. I was often grateful that they were not vampiric in their ways. I soon realized that I was always one of them. A strange transition as to see through cosmic eyes. I could look upon the scene and it seemed to speak a story of its own. As I isolated my gaze to one specific place of creature therein (these disincarnate drifters were not the only ones) it was as if they continued to speak on unabated however never truly moved from stoic rumination. A train railed on howling through the night that never seemed to end. Even the galaxies and stars spoke and became clearer and ever nearer through the lense of conscious dilation. A true dialectal exchange. A massive transfer of consciousness and experience in just looking and listening as a singular expression. I wondered how long I’d been here truly or what I also looked like to them. However in that very moment contained within the very soul of an eternal expression I already knew. Eyes could be shared too! There was no agenda but that train moved on. By pondering to ask I instantly knew the answer but it was from one of these many fellows. Sometimes there were two sitting by that fire light among the stars and heavens. In an instant there were many, all moment blended into one solitary moment. To focus was to see all that you required yourself to know. I played with this postulation by imagining a prethought of water being the field and the echoes came from movement like fractalized patterns bouncing on a pond. I got a laugh from the soul who seemed to always remain directly across from me and a wise sentiment and warning entwined in countless dialects and aphorisms but I saw it as a singular gesture. “He has begun to learn already quickly, I wonder if he’ll fall?”. However I already knew, perhaps this was our commonality? *no edits no rough draft reread

Sunday, November 26, 2023

I miss that place where I spent eternity but where perhaps I’ve never truly been(?)!.

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL I’ve got suicidal ideology. The trick on romanticism intertwined with a fate filled ending. Yet the end being a non prosaic prose. But poetry doesn’t exist here, not on this side of things. The mushroom king lives forever and just a fold away. Somehow and someway and a long time ago reality folded and slipped into a hungry crack. Maybe there were too many pure unsuspecting creatures alive at one time in that lost place that this time forgot about nearly altogether. But we all crave it. It being so close to us at times you can feel its breath and usually, typically just an arms length away. But you can’t see it. You can’t interact with it. Animals seem to know it’s there. Some seem to forget where they are on this side all of together from time to time and simply lying slip away. Soon by nothing of their choosing they may reappear from out of a dark green forest or seem to slide in with the morning mist as I rolls in heavy. Blinking and licking the dew as they might feed on nutrients and vegetation. Perhaps a small mushroom grows there where they’ve meandered into a nook of valley as they feed? No thought was required. In fact it seems to happen when they all together do forget themselves entirely. Pure enjoyment. A forgetting of the self. Consciousness in autonomous liberty dilating always out of focus of a carnal temporal world in rot and inevitable accretion of ruin. It runs from arbitrary notions. Culminating and building into a welling of information as it heavies a large leave to release that damned up wellspring of informational tension. As it once again disperses itself where perhaps a young fawn has unconsciously and innocently entangled itself in its play with those unseen fairy sources of liberation from in perpetual existence useless activity. That is where characters frolic and memes fully show their grand presence. Only an immature shallow idiot would laugh and this makes themselves separate from the place. That sacred zone. A nonjudgmental universe of worlds where anything is possible and everything is nothing to be named.