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My Psychological Landscape: A Speculative Ecology of the Stratosphere

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  Image to be added - watch this space My Psychological Landscape: A Speculative Ecology of the Stratosphere Introduction  What is Terrestrial Control? What is Stratospheric Flow? Image to be added - watch this space The transition from the terrestrial to the atmospheric is rarely just a matter of mechanics; it is a profound undoing of the architectural ego. We board our vessels encased in the comforting math of engineering, believing we are merely shifting a physical mass from one geographical coordinate to another. But at a certain altitude, the boundary between the internal theatre of the mind and the external expanse of the world begins to fray. As the metal hull and the quiet murmurs of the cabin dissolve, I am no longer just travelling through the sky; I am becoming a part of it. Stepping directly into the stratosphere, the heavy, churning clouds of deep teals and bruised indigos cease to be merely a reflection of my psychological landscape—they reveal the fluid, boundle...

Celeste Imaginary Time




When imaginary time becomes part of linear time
Enlightening normal time 
Transcendental experience
As it is sensed
As it matters and as it becomes real
As real as in real time
The gateway of everything as in that of realising self

The thing that is in front of you
The thing that looks back at you
The thing that you are not looking at though the looking glass
The part that helps to explain the void within
Compensating for fault
Trying to maintain watch
In the moment
In one breath knowing why this is as it is
Why you are not as you seem

In splendor, the thought appears
A slither of knowing 
The now I understand meaning
That is without evidence of support
That is not taught to us
The inner world of dreaming things are just done
In clear vision and in the action of doing what is right







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