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  Everlovely Lightningheart - Yarrow Lophophora
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Everlovely lightningheart

They are a danger to themselves and to all those who attempt to bind them. They have no control.

Music is a magical weapon wielded blind and wild. Maybe to fall upon your brow. To shake space, to foment synchronicity, And to bend what was once thought brittle.

Dark is the path. Cutting through a thicket. Hanging trees stand steeped in dew. Lichened bows reach for their roots

Travelers here inhale the absence of light: an opaque dust, and expel it from their lungs in tiny shimmers made from fighting thoughts to see.

Gnosis glows pellucid and bright. Agitated filaments show the way to aphotic lands where strange beasts bathe in poisoned pools where what we think we know means not much at all.

Beyond this, is a field of psychic danger. A landscape made of information that is available but inadmissible, information that destabilizes our imaginary position in relation to a sensory terrene. There is potential here for madness, psychosis, and death, but there is also a potential for liberation. A potential for action that transgresses as it transcends, that produces through annihilation, that sheds symbolic meaning and stands naked in the sun where everything is signal and there is no noise.

“O, sick children of the world, Of all the many changing things In dreary dancing past us whirled, To the cracked tune that Chronos sings, Words alone are certain good.”