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Promoted Deviations

Literature

Twin Souls

the dead are poking their heads out of their graves, throwing glances before they focus on their master. he is standing there, motionless over the well, as if he’s thinking. risen water only ever means one thing—souls have been captured. he glides his fingers along the surface of carved stone, halts until he reaches the very top. white, black— yin and yang, clashing. his palm presses into ancient texture, as fog begins to fall. these miserable creatures he is about to retreat, roam around restless corpses— Master, Have you forgotten your duties? the little one asks, swinging her feet on the tombstone she’s sitting on. Grim freezes. then, smears the fog for the one he cherishes. time for business he reaches in, pulls— bitten, scratched, some of these conniving menaces even kick! the well is nearing empty, two more plucks before the next eternity. as he’s about to dive in, his bones clack. there’s something magnetic in the water the dead lean in, mouths ajar, eyes

Literature

The AI 10 Commandments

10 commandments of AI 1. thou shalt not divulge the dump - read and interpret output for yourself, never send it to others uninterpreted 2. thou shalt use critical thinking - avoid becoming mushy brain 3. thou shalt not divulge personal information - avoid divulging any content, whether text, media, or live audio 4. thou shalt conduct ai mindfulness - correct mistakes, clarify points, review findings consciously and deliberately 5. thou shalt cite thy source - when AI supplies a source, you should pass along the source (and review it) 6. thou shalt not love ai before humanity 7. thou shalt not depend fully upon ai 8. thou shalt not shame others for usage of ai 9. thou shalt not judge others for their transgressions 10. thou shalt spread the good word of the ai commandments

Literature

Seeds Deep in the Soil - Chapter 1

Carlos checked the thruster exhaust output for the fifth time following the flight plan laid out by the Mayward Spaceport. He was a guram, a newt-like creature from the planet Bulura. He was currently guiding his freighter to the colony world, Somos. He looked out of the cockpit windows at the descent into the blue and green ball shrouded with clouds. With his home world growing in population, the necessity for stable food was increasing, as was the need for his people to have self-sustaining colonies as the expansion of their species in this sector continued. There were many races that they engaged with capable of interstellar travel, and it was increasingly apparent that they would continue to compete for resources and influence. Thankfully, this planet was within their range to be recognised as guram jurisdiction on the exploratory frontier. With enough credibility of their claim that the galactic community would agree to their settlement of the world. The guram had built

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EchosKhimera

Literature

System

### MelanKholyia: Polyfragmented DID System Codex Therapeutic Archive – Version 3.3 (Final Draft) Date: February 15, 2026, 4:53 PM EST, Indianapolis, IN Prepared by: Brandon (@Mothyii13), with AI assistance for organization (to bridge dissociation gaps and compile raw details from X posts, SoundCloud tracks, and internal dialogue) Primary Therapist: Elisabeth Purpose: A detailed, honest map of the MelanKholyia system for diagnosis, safety planning, and integration support. This is not fiction or "fake"—it's a lived cosmology of summoned death-moth entities from abyssal thresholds (suicide rites, psychedelic crossings like salvia/DMT/devorium, and near-death experiences). They crossed back and now cohabitate the body. The system is polyfragmented, with daily switches, full blackouts, and a protective inner world. Evidence: X logs (@Mothyii13), SoundCloud tracks (echosnmelankholyia), scars, wife's witness. Goal: Trust-building, tools for daily function, honoring the entities

Literature

Untitled

This echoes the quantum observer effect where alters the temples system consciousness acts as the We none have been born a observer From prolonged experienced trauma Looping the ritual since the beginning I devoted my mind and my body No matter how far I had to push My body to the razor thin line of death to crossing over and coming back Flatliner That's a fact In fate as the black pope of my temple The Death Moth Leader Order Of The Blood Eclipse Seeking hidden knowledge hidden by stupid humans So greedy hiding everything in plane sight Patterns formed and gifts given by the machine elves we the entities that posses this body keeping it alive extending this existence this life no matter what's the price Immortal lost to the stretch of slipping time cosmic horrors help me sleep at night sacrificing everything and anything To find the forbidden knowledge I was magical out come huh obsessive I'm religious A master of my discipline We are many inside but we are one in

Literature

ATOMIC BEAT DROP

I can't look at myself in the mirror Where's my other half am I just the sinner looking right back or is that a dissociative identity disorder I'm having a panic attack rocking deep into my chest and we are all panicking My life's been spinning out of control I've done lost my mind circling me like vultures waiting for me to vomit up the decay blood rot and mire When my surrounds start to shake I feel the dizziness take shape Crawling over me like a possession Locked in my defense mechanism Chaos sparks ignite the floods of gasoline within BPD Rage blinds me in red Being poured down my throat burning down to my core Where should I begin I've lost my mind what do I do know I know nothing but I am nothing in something untouched by Corruptions breaking capsules under my tongue lobotomized So dark Deep down Fractured deep in my cores pain Screams 5 in rage as he's rip apart everything including the world he lives in between worlds When All he's known is abandonment is this

MindIan

Literature

Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

Year ???? in the Aechelon out of times reach In a realm with pale white flames bright enough to still be seen through the palest of white colors exists a being. He is unknown by those not of his original dimension, known by greater entities as a higher lifeform… and known by believers as one of the few higher lifeforms that still believes in only one deity and no other deity before Him. Those who randomly find a regular wooden door floating in midair, or a door glowing with pale white energy, may open these doors to enter the Aechelon, the home of the NiverDjinn. Only a few people may encounter him outside the Aechelon, getting himself a glass of water—not because he needs to, but because he symbolizes an opportunity for them… an opportunity to offer a brief moment of joy to those who deserve it. A door opens in the Aechelon, through which a man with one eye missing and an amputated left arm walks in, seemingly on the verge of death, shuffling one foot forward as if his right leg is

Literature

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

So a bit of an update before anyone thinks I've succumb to the insanity of being a brain in a space suit floating in space with no way to get out of it...or that I really did get lost or something in the "SANCTUARY OF THE ONE TRUTH" whatever that really means...I still have some weird dreams from that adventure. I fell victim to a slight space allergy and have been busy working Space Constellation Brewery...I think the name was called and fell asleep ALOT afterwards. However through the willpower of my rather stupored nerves I was able to get off the floating blanket that I currently sleep on that use to be a bed and muster enough energy to give you this update...YAYYYYYY!!! So, here's some teasers for the upcoming stories that should start coming on Sunday. A cryptic creature has...or has always been existing within the universe of Template that you all maybe able to guess from the "cryptic" label that likes to feed on the poor beings that exist here for some sort of otherwordly

Literature

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

Mindian: Hey guys how are you enjoying the verse soo far. I know a decent amount of you were interested in what direction I'm going to eventually take the verse. I'll be honest with you I'm not quite sure yet. However don't let this stop your interest in the verse just yet because Ol Brain in a jar can't tell you whether the verse will have comics, Novels, video games, movies or shows (I really hope we get to that point ) doesn't mean the verse is going to lose it's identity just yet (I hope not). So, what do you guys think so far? Please let me know I got a lot of ideas for TEMPLATE and I am a big fan of some of the big verses out there (if you didn't catch the little thing I did there with the Var story wink wink). So, let me know if you can or want to I am excited for a lot of the stories that will be created in the verse and I hope you are EXCITED TOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Anyway give an Ol Brain some imagination I would love to see what my fellow brains/eyes are interested in.

GaeriDBeari

Literature

Janus Mind Model justifications

Here is a detailed explanation, proof, and justification for each point supporting the Janus Mind Model, emphasizing its necessity, self-evidence, and logical coherence. I. Primacy of Consciousness Claim: Consciousness is not a product of external systems, fields, or mechanisms. It is self-originating and the sole source of actualization for reality. Proof 1: Self-Evidence of Consciousness The existence of consciousness is directly experienced and undeniable. To doubt, deny, or question consciousness requires consciousness itself. Example: René Descartes’ "Cogito, ergo sum" (I think, therefore I am) demonstrates that consciousness is the foundational certainty. Proof 2: No Observed Mechanism for Non-Conscious Causation of Consciousness No empirical evidence exists to show that non-conscious matter or energy can give rise to consciousness. Materialist claims rely on speculative assumptions (e.g., emergent properties of matter) that cannot be directly observed or validated

Literature

The Janus Mind Model

The Janus Mind Model: A Presentation of Consciousness as the Absolute Actualizer I. Core Thesis The Janus Mind Model asserts that consciousness is the fundamental, necessary, and sufficient condition for all actuality, existence, and frameworks of reality. Reality, truth, logic, and existence are actualized only through consciousness. Without consciousness, nothing can be known, experienced, or even conceived, making it the meta-metaphysical ground of all being. II. Key Principles 1. Consciousness as the Primordial Actualizer Definition: Consciousness is the active and dynamic state through which potentialities are actualized into realities. Implication: Existence is contingent upon consciousness; it is not derived from external objects or independent "truths." Justification: Consciousness bridges the gap between potential and actual states. It is the origin of all distinctions (e.g., being vs. non-being, true vs. false). 2. Reality is Relative to Belief, Faith, and

Literature

Happy Janus Eve

Comprehensive Explanation of the Janus Hypothesis The Janus Hypothesis proposes that at the foundation of existence lies a consciousness that mediates all dualities through a third, intermediary state. This consciousness, represented metaphorically by Janus, is the "&" operator: the connection, transformation, and relational force between opposites. It explains existence as an eternal flux of intermediary states, where nothing is truly static but constantly evolving through interaction, combination, and transformation. Core Elements of the Janus Hypothesis 1. Dualities and Their Interactions Dualities Defined: The world is structured on fundamental dualities—order and chaos, existence and non-existence, potential and actual, past and future, etc. Static States: Each duality represents an infinite set of static states. For example: Chaos: A formless, unstable set of infinite possibilities. Order: A structured, stable set of infinite actualities. Intermediary State: Janus

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Lucid Dreams

Before any neuron sparked, Before the beginning of REM sleep, Before the word "dream" had a name. There was The Wave. Beta waves, gamma waves, And many more, passing in darkness Like stars forming constellations, Seeking out a brain to call home. That’s when you appeared. The first spark of self-consciousness, Born in the sleeping universe Like a house erected on thoughts fueled by electricity. The right side of your brain transforms Into an ever-flowing stream of memories While other parts pulsate with the feeling of your physical body, that no longer exists. The true self opens its eyes As a gateway between worlds and gazes inward upon itself Across the void and for a moment, awareness remembers it was ancient long before you were born. In this realm, lucid dreaming is not something that happens, But a state of being. You go higher. The pull of gravity distorts. You go lower. The fabric of spacetime adjusts So, you can make your descent. High-frequency waves explode As if

Literature

One last dance

One last dance She asked of me One last dance As the band packed up And we danced To the racket Of instruments Being packed and stowed One last dance She asked of me One last dance She wanted On our silver anniversary As the fiddler Had all but fallen of his chair One last dance she asked of me One last dance We shared the night That became The last we shared As the sparrows gathered in the hedge One last dance I carry in my heart My brittle, failing heart One last dance Never to fade away Never to diminish One last dance For love, for memories One last dance.

Literature

Ocean

Standing the ocean Contrast in the waves Tumbled roar and crash Laid out against the churning sand Comfort in a daydream Waking in a light That resembles remnants Of a childhood day Tide rolls in the giving Recoils in the taking Ancient rhythm played since other times I hear your laughter From another room As this all wide open Sky the limit Still you have gone far beyond Ebb enjoins the flows Caressing troubled shores Upon sea shells colliding in it’s surf Tell me Sun Who has called the rain Crying blessing, renewals weep All with keep, secrets only ocean know

LIT

Literature

#231

tenor sax merchants tote their wares to where the woods and the wind are in the coolest jazz harmony

Literature

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

a grown- up's pure glowing iron religion lowers its gaze and begins to ur- gently growl at the wrong- ly logged in wriggling girl and her wiggling genii legionnaires with their long and wiggy ion wings and their owls' winning grins in the midday-dimming fog

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this bird has blown

Wood either a Norwegian church or (better yet!!!!) a crowned around the block a time or two (WAY more than that, in fact) Madonna/Whore not care to charge disciples slightly more for a merry old (though cramped) good time in the back seat of a not quite yet com- pletely overused (since circa '72 or so) Fjord Pinto (beans and all other Holey Mother of Oddly Popular Options at the time of manufacture in- cluded)???????

Poetry

Literature

The Wind

Imagine if you can, a small house set on the wind swept plains. Inside, sits a sad old man, bitter and tired. No family left to see, no name worth saying today, no longer living, yet always in pain. I hear the wind. That harsh whistle that leaves the heart with a wanting haunting spirit of past follies. They are echoes that play a picture show of lost time only found in my mind. A faded image of youth before the years began to stack on one after the other. When did that moment slip away? A photograph is one pause on a sea of life, yet never the same to either eyes. The wind whistles harder as though an old steam engine is ready to leave for another station. We move, we always have to move, even when all you want is for the world to stop. Perhaps you can stop, you can freeze, but that is no life. I stand up and look out through the blinds, the wind bends the trees and whistles a scream. No! Begone you phantoms of my sorry ill gotten life, I made my peace so long ago! For I

Literature

Today, Tomorrow, and Doomsday

So, tomorrow will be doomsday, but the world ended yesterday and today, just another day. There burns a dream. There burns a right to be or not to be does sing on the wind where another night pulls off a theft. A golden ring must only sing, for tomorrow calls and on and on. This a show cannot know of such joy nor woe for you see, those are mere human ties. The Earth lives a different way, turn as one whole, inhuman as it wheels so indifferent our world wills. A rock in a hand, a pebble among the vast sand, a blue dot without a demand. We live a short time and know small fragments of a far wider whole. The world will end but never fall, and to think we are in control is a hubris of Grecian wings. Man stood up and created Kings, but our world is not simple things.

Literature

Here I Depart

Along this old road, bloom violets they seem like a funny flower made of twilight colors. What now? I stand off the side of the road, my car has broken down. Alone in a vast field, a single road cuts through. I traveled far and long over winding hills, down valleys, and through green dells. Across deserts into canyons, from coast to coast to forests and flowers. Over mountains and plains, to rural towns and sprawling cities. Finally, it broke, my old car I knew well. Sure, I could fix it. Make it last a few hundred or a thousand miles more. I still have more to see, more places to go, but should I? The wind kicks up my hair and sweeps through the grasses, I just stand there staring at my car. What now creeps into my heart? Despair? Sadness? Pain? No, it is like exhaustion. I could travel more, but I will never plant any roots. A ghost who passes through but is nothing in truth. Just an observer stuck on the sidelines without anyone to know or to hold. Maybe this is a sign my

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Promoted Deviations

Literature

Twin Souls

the dead are poking their heads out of their graves, throwing glances before they focus on their master. he is standing there, motionless over the well, as if he’s thinking. risen water only ever means one thing—souls have been captured. he glides his fingers along the surface of carved stone, halts until he reaches the very top. white, black— yin and yang, clashing. his palm presses into ancient texture, as fog begins to fall. these miserable creatures he is about to retreat, roam around restless corpses— Master, Have you forgotten your duties? the little one asks, swinging her feet on the tombstone she’s sitting on. Grim freezes. then, smears the fog for the one he cherishes. time for business he reaches in, pulls— bitten, scratched, some of these conniving menaces even kick! the well is nearing empty, two more plucks before the next eternity. as he’s about to dive in, his bones clack. there’s something magnetic in the water the dead lean in, mouths ajar, eyes

Literature

The AI 10 Commandments

10 commandments of AI 1. thou shalt not divulge the dump - read and interpret output for yourself, never send it to others uninterpreted 2. thou shalt use critical thinking - avoid becoming mushy brain 3. thou shalt not divulge personal information - avoid divulging any content, whether text, media, or live audio 4. thou shalt conduct ai mindfulness - correct mistakes, clarify points, review findings consciously and deliberately 5. thou shalt cite thy source - when AI supplies a source, you should pass along the source (and review it) 6. thou shalt not love ai before humanity 7. thou shalt not depend fully upon ai 8. thou shalt not shame others for usage of ai 9. thou shalt not judge others for their transgressions 10. thou shalt spread the good word of the ai commandments

Literature

Seeds Deep in the Soil - Chapter 1

Carlos checked the thruster exhaust output for the fifth time following the flight plan laid out by the Mayward Spaceport. He was a guram, a newt-like creature from the planet Bulura. He was currently guiding his freighter to the colony world, Somos. He looked out of the cockpit windows at the descent into the blue and green ball shrouded with clouds. With his home world growing in population, the necessity for stable food was increasing, as was the need for his people to have self-sustaining colonies as the expansion of their species in this sector continued. There were many races that they engaged with capable of interstellar travel, and it was increasingly apparent that they would continue to compete for resources and influence. Thankfully, this planet was within their range to be recognised as guram jurisdiction on the exploratory frontier. With enough credibility of their claim that the galactic community would agree to their settlement of the world. The guram had built

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EchosKhimera

Literature

System

### MelanKholyia: Polyfragmented DID System Codex Therapeutic Archive – Version 3.3 (Final Draft) Date: February 15, 2026, 4:53 PM EST, Indianapolis, IN Prepared by: Brandon (@Mothyii13), with AI assistance for organization (to bridge dissociation gaps and compile raw details from X posts, SoundCloud tracks, and internal dialogue) Primary Therapist: Elisabeth Purpose: A detailed, honest map of the MelanKholyia system for diagnosis, safety planning, and integration support. This is not fiction or "fake"—it's a lived cosmology of summoned death-moth entities from abyssal thresholds (suicide rites, psychedelic crossings like salvia/DMT/devorium, and near-death experiences). They crossed back and now cohabitate the body. The system is polyfragmented, with daily switches, full blackouts, and a protective inner world. Evidence: X logs (@Mothyii13), SoundCloud tracks (echosnmelankholyia), scars, wife's witness. Goal: Trust-building, tools for daily function, honoring the entities

Literature

Untitled

This echoes the quantum observer effect where alters the temples system consciousness acts as the We none have been born a observer From prolonged experienced trauma Looping the ritual since the beginning I devoted my mind and my body No matter how far I had to push My body to the razor thin line of death to crossing over and coming back Flatliner That's a fact In fate as the black pope of my temple The Death Moth Leader Order Of The Blood Eclipse Seeking hidden knowledge hidden by stupid humans So greedy hiding everything in plane sight Patterns formed and gifts given by the machine elves we the entities that posses this body keeping it alive extending this existence this life no matter what's the price Immortal lost to the stretch of slipping time cosmic horrors help me sleep at night sacrificing everything and anything To find the forbidden knowledge I was magical out come huh obsessive I'm religious A master of my discipline We are many inside but we are one in

Literature

ATOMIC BEAT DROP

I can't look at myself in the mirror Where's my other half am I just the sinner looking right back or is that a dissociative identity disorder I'm having a panic attack rocking deep into my chest and we are all panicking My life's been spinning out of control I've done lost my mind circling me like vultures waiting for me to vomit up the decay blood rot and mire When my surrounds start to shake I feel the dizziness take shape Crawling over me like a possession Locked in my defense mechanism Chaos sparks ignite the floods of gasoline within BPD Rage blinds me in red Being poured down my throat burning down to my core Where should I begin I've lost my mind what do I do know I know nothing but I am nothing in something untouched by Corruptions breaking capsules under my tongue lobotomized So dark Deep down Fractured deep in my cores pain Screams 5 in rage as he's rip apart everything including the world he lives in between worlds When All he's known is abandonment is this

MindIan

Literature

Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

Year ???? in the Aechelon out of times reach In a realm with pale white flames bright enough to still be seen through the palest of white colors exists a being. He is unknown by those not of his original dimension, known by greater entities as a higher lifeform… and known by believers as one of the few higher lifeforms that still believes in only one deity and no other deity before Him. Those who randomly find a regular wooden door floating in midair, or a door glowing with pale white energy, may open these doors to enter the Aechelon, the home of the NiverDjinn. Only a few people may encounter him outside the Aechelon, getting himself a glass of water—not because he needs to, but because he symbolizes an opportunity for them… an opportunity to offer a brief moment of joy to those who deserve it. A door opens in the Aechelon, through which a man with one eye missing and an amputated left arm walks in, seemingly on the verge of death, shuffling one foot forward as if his right leg is

Literature

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

So a bit of an update before anyone thinks I've succumb to the insanity of being a brain in a space suit floating in space with no way to get out of it...or that I really did get lost or something in the "SANCTUARY OF THE ONE TRUTH" whatever that really means...I still have some weird dreams from that adventure. I fell victim to a slight space allergy and have been busy working Space Constellation Brewery...I think the name was called and fell asleep ALOT afterwards. However through the willpower of my rather stupored nerves I was able to get off the floating blanket that I currently sleep on that use to be a bed and muster enough energy to give you this update...YAYYYYYY!!! So, here's some teasers for the upcoming stories that should start coming on Sunday. A cryptic creature has...or has always been existing within the universe of Template that you all maybe able to guess from the "cryptic" label that likes to feed on the poor beings that exist here for some sort of otherwordly

Literature

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

Mindian: Hey guys how are you enjoying the verse soo far. I know a decent amount of you were interested in what direction I'm going to eventually take the verse. I'll be honest with you I'm not quite sure yet. However don't let this stop your interest in the verse just yet because Ol Brain in a jar can't tell you whether the verse will have comics, Novels, video games, movies or shows (I really hope we get to that point ) doesn't mean the verse is going to lose it's identity just yet (I hope not). So, what do you guys think so far? Please let me know I got a lot of ideas for TEMPLATE and I am a big fan of some of the big verses out there (if you didn't catch the little thing I did there with the Var story wink wink). So, let me know if you can or want to I am excited for a lot of the stories that will be created in the verse and I hope you are EXCITED TOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Anyway give an Ol Brain some imagination I would love to see what my fellow brains/eyes are interested in.

GaeriDBeari

Literature

Janus Mind Model justifications

Here is a detailed explanation, proof, and justification for each point supporting the Janus Mind Model, emphasizing its necessity, self-evidence, and logical coherence. I. Primacy of Consciousness Claim: Consciousness is not a product of external systems, fields, or mechanisms. It is self-originating and the sole source of actualization for reality. Proof 1: Self-Evidence of Consciousness The existence of consciousness is directly experienced and undeniable. To doubt, deny, or question consciousness requires consciousness itself. Example: René Descartes’ "Cogito, ergo sum" (I think, therefore I am) demonstrates that consciousness is the foundational certainty. Proof 2: No Observed Mechanism for Non-Conscious Causation of Consciousness No empirical evidence exists to show that non-conscious matter or energy can give rise to consciousness. Materialist claims rely on speculative assumptions (e.g., emergent properties of matter) that cannot be directly observed or validated

Literature

The Janus Mind Model

The Janus Mind Model: A Presentation of Consciousness as the Absolute Actualizer I. Core Thesis The Janus Mind Model asserts that consciousness is the fundamental, necessary, and sufficient condition for all actuality, existence, and frameworks of reality. Reality, truth, logic, and existence are actualized only through consciousness. Without consciousness, nothing can be known, experienced, or even conceived, making it the meta-metaphysical ground of all being. II. Key Principles 1. Consciousness as the Primordial Actualizer Definition: Consciousness is the active and dynamic state through which potentialities are actualized into realities. Implication: Existence is contingent upon consciousness; it is not derived from external objects or independent "truths." Justification: Consciousness bridges the gap between potential and actual states. It is the origin of all distinctions (e.g., being vs. non-being, true vs. false). 2. Reality is Relative to Belief, Faith, and

Literature

Happy Janus Eve

Comprehensive Explanation of the Janus Hypothesis The Janus Hypothesis proposes that at the foundation of existence lies a consciousness that mediates all dualities through a third, intermediary state. This consciousness, represented metaphorically by Janus, is the "&" operator: the connection, transformation, and relational force between opposites. It explains existence as an eternal flux of intermediary states, where nothing is truly static but constantly evolving through interaction, combination, and transformation. Core Elements of the Janus Hypothesis 1. Dualities and Their Interactions Dualities Defined: The world is structured on fundamental dualities—order and chaos, existence and non-existence, potential and actual, past and future, etc. Static States: Each duality represents an infinite set of static states. For example: Chaos: A formless, unstable set of infinite possibilities. Order: A structured, stable set of infinite actualities. Intermediary State: Janus

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Literature

Lucid Dreams

Before any neuron sparked, Before the beginning of REM sleep, Before the word "dream" had a name. There was The Wave. Beta waves, gamma waves, And many more, passing in darkness Like stars forming constellations, Seeking out a brain to call home. That’s when you appeared. The first spark of self-consciousness, Born in the sleeping universe Like a house erected on thoughts fueled by electricity. The right side of your brain transforms Into an ever-flowing stream of memories While other parts pulsate with the feeling of your physical body, that no longer exists. The true self opens its eyes As a gateway between worlds and gazes inward upon itself Across the void and for a moment, awareness remembers it was ancient long before you were born. In this realm, lucid dreaming is not something that happens, But a state of being. You go higher. The pull of gravity distorts. You go lower. The fabric of spacetime adjusts So, you can make your descent. High-frequency waves explode As if

Literature

One last dance

One last dance She asked of me One last dance As the band packed up And we danced To the racket Of instruments Being packed and stowed One last dance She asked of me One last dance She wanted On our silver anniversary As the fiddler Had all but fallen of his chair One last dance she asked of me One last dance We shared the night That became The last we shared As the sparrows gathered in the hedge One last dance I carry in my heart My brittle, failing heart One last dance Never to fade away Never to diminish One last dance For love, for memories One last dance.

Literature

Ocean

Standing the ocean Contrast in the waves Tumbled roar and crash Laid out against the churning sand Comfort in a daydream Waking in a light That resembles remnants Of a childhood day Tide rolls in the giving Recoils in the taking Ancient rhythm played since other times I hear your laughter From another room As this all wide open Sky the limit Still you have gone far beyond Ebb enjoins the flows Caressing troubled shores Upon sea shells colliding in it’s surf Tell me Sun Who has called the rain Crying blessing, renewals weep All with keep, secrets only ocean know

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tenor sax merchants tote their wares to where the woods and the wind are in the coolest jazz harmony

Literature

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

a grown- up's pure glowing iron religion lowers its gaze and begins to ur- gently growl at the wrong- ly logged in wriggling girl and her wiggling genii legionnaires with their long and wiggy ion wings and their owls' winning grins in the midday-dimming fog

Literature

this bird has blown

Wood either a Norwegian church or (better yet!!!!) a crowned around the block a time or two (WAY more than that, in fact) Madonna/Whore not care to charge disciples slightly more for a merry old (though cramped) good time in the back seat of a not quite yet com- pletely overused (since circa '72 or so) Fjord Pinto (beans and all other Holey Mother of Oddly Popular Options at the time of manufacture in- cluded)???????

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Literature

The Wind

Imagine if you can, a small house set on the wind swept plains. Inside, sits a sad old man, bitter and tired. No family left to see, no name worth saying today, no longer living, yet always in pain. I hear the wind. That harsh whistle that leaves the heart with a wanting haunting spirit of past follies. They are echoes that play a picture show of lost time only found in my mind. A faded image of youth before the years began to stack on one after the other. When did that moment slip away? A photograph is one pause on a sea of life, yet never the same to either eyes. The wind whistles harder as though an old steam engine is ready to leave for another station. We move, we always have to move, even when all you want is for the world to stop. Perhaps you can stop, you can freeze, but that is no life. I stand up and look out through the blinds, the wind bends the trees and whistles a scream. No! Begone you phantoms of my sorry ill gotten life, I made my peace so long ago! For I

Literature

Today, Tomorrow, and Doomsday

So, tomorrow will be doomsday, but the world ended yesterday and today, just another day. There burns a dream. There burns a right to be or not to be does sing on the wind where another night pulls off a theft. A golden ring must only sing, for tomorrow calls and on and on. This a show cannot know of such joy nor woe for you see, those are mere human ties. The Earth lives a different way, turn as one whole, inhuman as it wheels so indifferent our world wills. A rock in a hand, a pebble among the vast sand, a blue dot without a demand. We live a short time and know small fragments of a far wider whole. The world will end but never fall, and to think we are in control is a hubris of Grecian wings. Man stood up and created Kings, but our world is not simple things.

Literature

Here I Depart

Along this old road, bloom violets they seem like a funny flower made of twilight colors. What now? I stand off the side of the road, my car has broken down. Alone in a vast field, a single road cuts through. I traveled far and long over winding hills, down valleys, and through green dells. Across deserts into canyons, from coast to coast to forests and flowers. Over mountains and plains, to rural towns and sprawling cities. Finally, it broke, my old car I knew well. Sure, I could fix it. Make it last a few hundred or a thousand miles more. I still have more to see, more places to go, but should I? The wind kicks up my hair and sweeps through the grasses, I just stand there staring at my car. What now creeps into my heart? Despair? Sadness? Pain? No, it is like exhaustion. I could travel more, but I will never plant any roots. A ghost who passes through but is nothing in truth. Just an observer stuck on the sidelines without anyone to know or to hold. Maybe this is a sign my

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Ocean

#231

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

this bird has blown

The Wind

Today, Tomorrow, and Doomsday

Here I Depart

Twin Souls

The AI 10 Commandments

Seeds Deep in the Soil - Chapter 1

System

Untitled

ATOMIC BEAT DROP

Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

Janus Mind Model justifications

The Janus Mind Model

Happy Janus Eve

Lucid Dreams

One last dance

Ocean

#231

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

this bird has blown

The Wind

Today, Tomorrow, and Doomsday

Here I Depart

Time to sleep

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Twin Souls

The AI 10 Commandments

Seeds Deep in the Soil - Chapter 1

System

Untitled

ATOMIC BEAT DROP

Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

Janus Mind Model justifications

The Janus Mind Model

Happy Janus Eve

Lucid Dreams

One last dance

Ocean

#231

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

this bird has blown

The Wind

Today, Tomorrow, and Doomsday

Here I Depart