The only freedom is freedom from the mind, but not everyone starts equal. Genes, stress, money, and access shape the brain. Some rent “higher states” through clinics, hormones, and drugs, then sell hustle as if it is pure will. Use systems that help you, but refuse control. There is no afterlife, only life, and the system continues.
Suffering begins with half information. The mind fills gaps with fear and old stories, then calls the finished lie “reality.” The loop breaks only when you sit with the pain and breathe. Absolute reality is bliss emptiness. Relative reality is layers. Peel them back and the same bliss is here. Thoughts are late echoes. Stay with breath, body, moment. Act. See.
The Binary Dust is the human story seen from outside the mind. All our progress, politics and drama are only patterns in a passing cloud. The only true freedom is freedom from the mind. The only real reform is reform from the mind.
Of course there is no self. Energy can never be created or destroyed. It can only be contained within a form for a time, so it can be channeled consciously. Ego is a construct, use it and then let it go. Thank you for this temporary ego, thank you to me. Never born, never dead, painful yet sublime. I am the only One here.
I was the black horse carrying my past until the Goddess rode me to my end. I gave her my essence, and she broke the old form clean. From my death she birthed the red kangaroo, five-legged warrior of desert wisdom. No more crawling. Only leaping. Each death opens a new self, and each leap carries the truth I could not walk into.
A society of masks collapses under its own charm while a society of centers survives and creates. Life keeps changing form yet the work is to keep the center steady. The shape shifter with a heart of truth becomes a guide not a trickster. Love through sex truth through desire trust through change when all illusions fade only awareness remains. Love always wins and it becomes prayer.
Neptune, Pregnant with God” explores the river of the psyche where depth meets creation. The river within us holds memory and mystery, while the spark breaks old forms into new life. From myth to machine, from gods to AI, it is a journey of integration where thought dissolves, speech becomes truth, and being itself is the song
Begin where language fails. Adi Shakti is the unoriginated power before gods and forms. Hera’s peacock reveals vigilant beauty; Chinnamasta severs the crown of self, turning grasp into nourishment. Twenty four marks cycles of nature and mind. Before all names is the Nameless. Darkness ripens to light. All is not two.
Ideas are tools, not cages. Breathe, act kindly, keep it light. Reality isn’t inside or outside; it moves as you do. If it doesn’t end in love, the story is still being told. Everything returns to the toolbox once the idea is lived, dissolved, and blooming from within. Hope. Trust. Progress.
Open sky, open heart. Avalokiteshvara teaches compassion; Bhuvaneshwari is the spacious mother. Tara moves swiftly to help; Vajrapani brings strong action; Vajrayogini is clear wisdom fire. Adi Shakti flows through all. Practice is simple: breathe in space, chant with care, act with kindness. Hope Trust Progress. Make one kind move today and rest in the quiet center.
