Jo’s Notes – Page 3 – LOVE TREE PRODUCTIONS

Spinning round and round, weaving the realization of spaceship nature. The light projected on the wall told the story of the jaguar man, diving and swallowed whole by the feathered serpent only to be regurgitated ad astra and back again, bringing back the secrets of the double helix and replenishing the light ball seduction that has forever intertwined the matrix of energy and organization.

Laughter engulfed me as I was subsumed in the momentary wonder. Time and space in a dance, man. The parallels let themselves be seen over the following months. Neo plunging into Agent Smith, exploding enfolding and imploding the Matrix, only to fly away and do it once more evermore. The Template speaking of the virus of Source consciousness come to infect us all, as with Philip K Dick’s great Plasmate channeled through Zebra smiling raucous dancing havoc upon the Black Iron Prison.

…and the man of The Fountain who at great last accepts the simple and ultimately challenging request of the Goddess, releasing his separative ego disease so utterly bent on saving Her rather than answering her call, and in his pride building Her the grandest of sand castles. Owning his invitation from the Great Mother to become fully Himself as formless First Father, he is consumed, cured and obliterated by the Light held of the Tree of Life, simultaneously giving unto Gaia back all that is Hers…

… as Christ compassionate gives his form as a massive stick in the spokes of Samsara.

starting place a scream, the fire of a dream, lucidity seems secret equation of these things, pulling at long lost slow roasting strings. waking up to find the endless rotation come grinding to a halt but really nothing could stop and dampen the infernos burning, the hands of the batter bearer endless knot churning, spiderwoman webs pristine reckless unfurling, catching the whole of existence regardless of distance held in heavenly sleep awaken

stellation receptive. time and space in a dance. black holes burning white from bittersweet sides of trance. spectrum equilibrium dialed in and attuned, fire within fire acupuncture the vacuum. spider spread inside outside lines embrace, magnetism gathering her children to face, the light of the wonder penetrating drunken asunder. swollen stumbling brought to the center zero point, catapulting between eights and the smallest one voice. picnics in the wilderness, thought of home

chaos abound entropic intertwhining sound, all at once again singing to the core of the dancing. gone already the solar ship sailedall left in the gails… that blazed. now though thought cradled in sensational hands, the emergence balanced delicately with the well bought plans. the snails carried on and hoped that they would not be stolen, flattened on the green grass and eaten by mushrooms. all held with sparks toroiding

Joseph Songing Stodgel