I am with you in Rockland.
"I looked with chameleon eyes upon the changing face of the world, looked with anonymous vision upon my uncompleted self."
i wrote the voynich manuscript.i apologize in advance for my inability to communicate. there is almost nothing about me that is static, that is to say, i am in a near constant flux. the things that i feel and the opinions i have change very often. i used to think that this was a bad thing, but i've come to embrace it as a connection to my natural self, or rather, my intuit. it would be folly to say that anyone is a single person though, we are all a thousand shattered selves, and sometimes when the light is just artificial enough you can make out the penumbra of your selfplex reflected in the scura.
i believe in everything. i believe in ordinary eternal machinery. i believe in jungian augury, sychronistic sorcery, and all of those subtle arts. i pray to saints and revel in the company of the bodhisattva i surround myself with. i enjoy this sangsara mess, and believe that knowing time is more important than hurrying about. i really wish i wasn't such a mess all the time, but sometimes it doesn't bother me as much. i am terrified of confrontation, unless the whim strikes me to be confrontational, and then i am very confrontational. in the christian mystic tradition, i denounce knowledge as the source of deceit. i am attempting to activate my consciousness in the 8-circuit leary-wilson tradition, whatever the fuck that means. a lot of things about me contradict, and i am with each passing day more content with that.
i don't want enlightenment or knowledge, i don't want power or money, i don't want anything but contentment. i want to not worry about things, i want to be beyond responsibility.
i want complete, real, all-encompassing freedom.
