Unsharing the Dream.
Circling back continues. A strong mind and heart is needed to cope with some of this. I took the Birdland video below to record the birdsong. After I recorded the video I closed the case on my mobile phone. A short while later I opened the case and inside was a bird’s feather from Now Here. The Impossible Universe.
It’s the beautiful bird which gets caged.
Dreamland in The Village. Life has become an alt reality movie.
Circling back and breaking the Fourth Wall.
Lucy and the Observer Effect.
A tree which is a short walk from here and looks very similar to a lit up Earth.
From a distance.
APL. In Wonderland.
The Universe speaks in weird ways.
The Bluebell Railway.
16 thoughts on “Birdsong”
A beautiful experience which I do in the summer sometimes is to wake up at dawn about 4am and listen to birdsong.
There is a place.
A tree which is a short walk from here and looks very similar to a lit up Earth. From a distance.
In the optics.
A bird’s eye view.
Half remembered name and adverts.
Bird in cage
From Naive on Creatures of the Void.
The Kraken is back.
We had a convo in comments here:
Weird mix of heaven and hell.
The birds are a friendly lot here.
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And the incomprehensible to 3D mind anyway.
I met grown up Alice and in Red Pill a few days ago I met Wendy in Red Pill who bummed a cigarette 🙄. This is on repeat. Looping or something. I’ve had the same conversation with many different women over the last few years. See ending of Dark City. ‘What’s your name ?’ she asked. I replied ‘Frank. What’s your name ?’. ‘Wendy’ she replied and my mind went Ka Boom.
“Well, it’s groundhog day.” 🦫
The loopy, doopy thing in the House of the Representations of US.
The definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over and expect a different outcome.
The Tea Party Movement and the Madness
“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
“No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “what’s the answer?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter.
“Nor I,” said the March Hare.
Alice sighed wearily. “I think you might do something better with the time,” she said, “than waste it asking riddles that have no answers.”
“If you knew Time as well as I do,” said the Hatter, “you wouldn’t talk about wasting it. It’s him.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” said Alice.
“Of course you don’t!” the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. “I dare say you never even spoke to Time!”
“Perhaps not,” Alice cautiously replied: “but I know I have to beat time when I learn music.”
“Ah! that accounts for it,” said the Hatter. “He won’t stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he’d do almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o’clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you’d only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling !