The Beamer and its art

Introduction to...

I am interested in connecting realities, in watching life, in finding the intricate works of energy, in breaking down philosophies into pieces and put them back together not in the order which they were received or put together in the first place.

I am fascinated with understanding ideas and turning them on their head, proving myself wrong many times, and it’s a good laugh, touching other worlds and inventing new ones.

Especially making up new ones.

I realized that in every layer of life there is an art of fuckery. Don’t take it the wrong way, now, here is an example of what I mean by fuckery? It is the bending and weaving of one clear point to imply a variety of meanings depending on who is looking into it, and even more, depending on who is listening. So, the truth, from the highest to the lowest is an agreeable midpoint of cross references of individuals that understood only a part of that point and connected the dots together or borrowed ideas from each other to figure out the whole point.

Goold Beamer From Eden

If you know how research is done in science, it is done with publishing of papers and the build-up on top of it. So, if I am working on a cure for a certain disease, I will read all the research that is published in this specific subject in the science community, and I will start my research from this point of knowledge.  

Same goes for spiritual teachings (oh yes I am going to touch that sacred cow), and memories in many cases because you would think that someone will know, but they only remember a facet because it is all they are, you too btw- a piece of time, a snapshot, and if you know how memories are made, how fast they turn into dreaming, and how easy it is to enforce a memory field outside of the true synchronization of events- you will see that it is a point of view that was exaggerated into spirit realities, which by the way, creates the physical.

Maybe we should start whole new research? Maybe we should not build up on knowledge that is given by ones who have only fragment of their own mirroring memories?  

If you think about it, life in all its glorious organic and inorganic beings is a philosophy, and everything that we see as a result is the conviction of it. Across the board and throughout the universe.

-         Hold on, Hold on please. This is too heavy for me, I thought you are light! You just erased universes! Said I.

Nothing. Lost connection.  

And as my mind swirling in spirals, I can think, almost see the spell around it all, the words that shapes energies around like a dance. And here I am moving in and out from one master to a more perfect one and back to me, with a watchful eye that is looking to know itself, I am asking: how have I not grew out of killing ticks, mosquitos, and flies? A reality check of the third world organized crime, is how.

He is gone.

In a nutshell, as I express the art of advanced fuckery from the light beamer, I invite you in. The beamer reminds me of a smile, of don’t take yourself and your knowledge too seriously, don’t dig too deep because the soil might close on you, graduate the school of earth with dignity and catch a ride beyond any clouds and doors, or whatever it is that we all invented over too long of a time to count.

And sure, it might amount to nothing in the end, but isn’t everything came from nothing? So, some say.  

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