June 23 - November 28, 2016:

From the Center of a Coming Storm

Imagine a time when our local celestial system, bathed in a thick fog of plasma
reaches a critical mass, as a then youthful humanity is suddenly witness to a
violent electrical interplay between local celestial bodies, some far away, yet
others that are strangely close, somehow aligned to our own home world.

Suppose that in the midst of it all, much like children, humanity tends to blame
itself for this violent introduction to its celestial parents, as the few survivors
of this abrupt electro-static surge use mythic narratives as a means of coping
during a shared increase in neural activity, one of the byproducts of being
suddenly and persistently bathed in electro-magnetic saturation.

Trying to process what must have looked like Heavenly Creation, those few
with a neural capacity to survive the upheaval are likely saved by former habits
of stillness, having once centered them throughout lessor past personal storms.
Theyd be anchored in ways that show less of a dire dependence on the old
stagnant "truths" associated with their former, more dormant neural state.

Meanwhile this sequence of events, given each survivor's increased perception,

affords clear access to a greater presence; far beyond singular consciousness...
as electric stars appear beyond what had slowly become an invisible foreground
of plasma, as hidden as the stellar womb weve unwittingly dubbed "dark matter".

In every instance here, theres a dynamic, often inconspicuous presence found

in what can be argued as the holiest form of water, a pH from which we've all
ultimately emerged. It nourishes, incubates, and eventually weans us, adopting
shapes that inform the very path of space and time itself, a poetic framework
pictured during flashes of lightning, and present in the patient flow of rivers,
allowing eventual access to alternate versions of themselves. Like tree trunks,
branches, and twigs, they are in tune with our own blood flow, cardio impulses,
and synaptic leaps amid brain cells.

Yet, as witness to an all but forgotten terror of wonders from our relatively
recent past, now humanity is obsessed with the accumulation of idle moments,
represented by objects of imagined wealth, the antithesis of a vibrant essence
that nonetheless brings it into being.

From a place of stillness, one can recognize what lies in contrast to this subtle,
love-laced essence, whose highest priority is to induce its inherent equilibrium,
one that simply waits for the nearest path of least resistance to then unveil its
static masquerade.
Tis a trending part of a new millennium that spawns a kind of polar psychosis
amidst an electro-static upheaval, this time induced by our own hand. Its part of
a singular essence incognito thats been slowly unleashed over time, a message
thats also its own best medium. Its symbols are merely a hint of its potential,
being neither good nor bad, but perhaps of a necessary change to prepare for

cew (Q)