Wednesday, October 17, 2012

In My Dreams: Oct. 15th into 16th, 2012

Last night I dreamed that I was looking through some old belongings, and came across some artwork (the artwork doesn't exist in real life) that was given to me by a friend I haven't spoken to in a long while. It was on a long piece of card stock that was folded like an accordion, consisted of approximately 8 panels, and each panel had several words and some mixed media art on them. It was very touching.

The person who created it wasn't there, but in the dream I knew who it was from, and remembered it as something they had given to me in the past. When I woke up, it made me sad because of how people can drift apart and lose contact. Perhaps in some parallel universe, we still talk, and that artwork exists. Or maybe it was prophetic. Or a sign that I should make more of an effort to stay in touch with people. Perhaps all of the above. Thoughts?

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Philosophical Musings, Part One: Transmissions of Consciousness & Existential Feedback

If consciousness is a form of energy which permeates everything, and the brain acts as a receiver to channel that energy at a specific and unique frequency, then it could be postulated that individual consciousness, or the soul, is just one aspect of a universal consciousness. The brain interprets stimulae, and then acts as a transmitter, sending individual experience back through that same frequency of consciousness, to help create our shared reality. We experience reality through our senses on an individual level, and create reality through our consciousness on a universal level. Existence as we know it is a feedback loop of consciousness, creating matter, creating consciousness, creating matter, etc. Ad infinitum.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The Snow Sprites: Swirlscape

We just uploaded a new track to our SoundCloud:

---- Swirlscape ----

Vivid colors in my eyes
Flashing shadows in my mind
Turning, twisting motion

Fluid colors in my eyes
Dancing shadows in my mind
Turning, twisting motion

Glowing colors in my eyes
Passing shadows in my mind
Turning, twisting motion