Do away with—what. Yeah. The Tyranny of the mind’s pre-judgements. Gnosis somewhere out there in the world. A spirituality you want to find. Altered states, again, where you can see visions of the world as you so desire to see it. (To see it.) Where you can hear the angelic agents speak guardingly to you about your continued progress and how well you are doing and how all right you are as they make their way to the center of your reptilian brain to bring the light in and let you unfold from yourself. To fight off the negative state of preconceived notions having taken over the brain, the lay commitments to being a loser, a non-quester sitting static in a disarrayed loop. Over the centuries-old visage of a self sitting crisscross on a dais adorned with white crocuses. Gilded with a suntan that is the coloring of uneven toast. Watch as the old magamas shift your weight for you so as though being a marionette your legs are glided and your body is allowed to make love with the whole of the universe. ¶ Transcendent olmé olopé the universe folding itself around you as it allows you to be one with it and found or lost either way exactly as you would choose to have it. To somehow suggest to the whole mind in so vivid a way you all but can’t help to realize that the choice is yours, all the time. And perception as a power is very great. And you can decide for yourself what your life is, how you’re living it, what kind of a person you are going to be. And that though it sounds like the symptoms of a kind of madness, it turns out to be a madness that is true. And so then the quest itself becomes one within your control. My name is Atenga. I have been living most of my life up until now in a very dark place. And coming out, now, nice music plays. “Green is The Colour” by Pink Floyd. “Quickness of the eye deceives the mind.” With lilting guitars and amidst charging strums. I am like a light ray getting split down the middle, and each split getting middled, and so on. I am really very wave-shaped. Blue and pink and green wave colors splitting off in a dozen directions from my aural signature as I take my guitar and plant a wave. Tress up the infinite loop I’ve been living in and watch it wither away. It beginning to seem as though, if you can’t find any answers, you might have to make your own. To believe that you are on the right path is essential to the being the quester having lately taken up the mantle. In a surge of glee I divine you. My mirror reflection. To go out and be free.