“Faith does not have a backup plan.”
Source: It's Gonna Zorple: When we don't understand God's warnings.
“When we as civilized adults dream, we work our way back to the primitive organization that humans knew for millions of years before language and civilization. Then we use our unconscious and power of imagination to camouflage the dream in imaginative ways.”
Source: Footprints of Schizophrenia: The Evolutionary Roots of Mental Illness
“Art is not bound by rules or expectations.
It is the wild dance..
of imagination,
of weaving dreams,
of challenging perceptions.”
“Don't waste your money on an ayahuasca enlightenment journey to Peru. All you're doing is allowing your primitive mind to take over while you're awake. You can let it do so in sleep quite nicely and without the puking and insect-ridden dangers of Amazonian encounters.”
Source: Footprints of Schizophrenia: The Evolutionary Roots of Mental Illness
“Only those are fit to live who do not fear to die; and none are fit to die who have shrunk from the joy of life and the duty of life. Both life and death are parts of the same Great Adventure.”
“He loved me
to feel better about himself
Rightfully, I mean,
have you met me?
He dumped me
to feel better about himself
Rightfully, I mean,
have you met me?
But I walk the beam
all the way across-
away from the team
'cause I'm The Boss
Poetry in motion, I swear...
There's no 'I' in team
I got off the cross
Fuck that whole damn team
Mind-fuckery-bone toss
All that commotion, I Dare You...
I'm a mean machine
Let me balance it out
Gymnast won his dreams
His nightmare found out
Dreams run out of steam
for the wicked, no doubt
Dreams freak on the beam
Dreams just die right out
for the wicked”
Source: Confessions of a D3AD Petal
“A large, white, winged horse stands before me, wings outspread and nostrils dilated, she writes. He tells me that he is here to carry me into the moonlit realms of imagination, dreams, and intuition. He uses his hooves to strike at the ground of my being, to trigger wellsprings of poetic inspiration and artistic creativity fed by memories of times long since past, memories that often creep into the dream time. Furthermore, he says the deep unconscious – in the form of a magician’s spell – is calling to me to remember who I have been and who I am destined to be.”
Source: Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery
“Sharply etched against the black velvet canopy, the lady in white watches as her husband awakens, his deep orange smile lighting up the ebony darkness. Casting her alabaster glow across the dark firmament, she blows a kiss to her beloved solar mate as she prepares for her own descent into sleep. “Remember,” she whispers, “remember the sweet fragrance of my words. Soft, cherishing words spoken on the currents of timelessness as one life morphs into the next. Words of love and remembrance.” Smiling contentedly, her light dims into the erupting color of the daytime sky.”
Source: Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery
“Why’re you upset? Your friends won that fight.
People’s dreams never end. It isn’t easy to be great. Let ‘em laugh - if you aim for the top, you don’t always need your fists to show your might!”
Source: One Piece, Volume 24: People's Dreams
“Of the things that followed I cannot at all say whether they were what men call real or what men call dream. And, for all I can tell, the only difference is that what many see we call a real thing, and what only one sees we call a dream. But things that many see may have no taste or moment in them at all, and things that are shown only to one may be spears and water-spouts of truth from the very depth of truth.”
Source: Till We Have Faces