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The Journey Of The Soul Is A Vast, Interconnected Web, A Meshwork Of Beings That Are All Working Out Their Individual Karmas In A Collective Gumbo, Retaining The Special Flavor In Each Bite Of Life. But, The Mystery Of Where We're Going, In Terms Of Whether We're Going To Have A Planet That's Worth Living On After We Finish Abusing It, Whether We'll Wake Up In Time And Stop Ruining The Water, Land And Skies Is A Big Question Mark.

The Many Faces Of Collective Vision United By The Mandalic Eye-field Suggest Both Expansion Of Consciousness And Sharing Of Consciousness With Other Beings. The Painting Was Based On A Profoundly Ego Dissolving Entheogenic Mystical Trance Where I Heard The Words, 'infinite Oneness... The Oneness Should Never Forget The Infinitude And The Infinitude Should Never Forget The Oneness...'

During An Ecstasy, Lsd Or Mushroom Experience, Many People Feel Unbounded Compassion For Others And Themselves. During A Trip, The Typical Boundaries Of Our Identity Dissolve And You're Able To Experience Your Unity With All Dimensions Of Reality Simultaneously. It Can Be Overwhelming, But It Can Also Be A Guidepost And Affirmation Of The Soul's Mission In Life. A Good Trip Can Help Us See And Feel How Perfect, Beautiful And Precious The World Is, Despite News Reports To The Contrary We Get From Cnn.

Artists Are Most Themselves When They Are Out Of Their Minds, Transcending The Ego Skirmishes Of Conceptual Thought, And Intuitively Relinquishing Control To The Greater Creator

Share Your Presence With Others, No Boundaries, Completely, Openly, Lovingly. Love Is What Makes Us Alive.