MadQueen’s Abstraction of True Will

It feels as though a new facet to the work has been shown. A tendril of exploration unraveling, of its length or details I do not know. Sometimes things sound ridiculous when I observe my words in a momentary detached state. And to be honest I do sometimes assess my own sanity.

But I have found that this momentary lapse in certainty of the existence of the patterns I am seeing is part of the entire thing; the illusion, the insecurity of power, an unfaced question of worth. Shadows of thought that unless burned away creep around the mind and much like zalgo, eats it away from the inside. Breaking off not only connection but assumption or absorption.

This recognition of significant insignificance causes doubt and detachment from the inherent divinity possessed by existing. All things reverberate into infinity. All thoughts, actions, emotions, experiences, internalizations and projections are, if they become, eternal in their curve. Not only the initial force but all echoes, conflicts and merging affect the makeup of reality, perhaps from some view even create it. The facets of the fractal, a pixel of light.

And I, a vortex in the center of my own spiral, my own strings cast into the primordial pattern seek to reach a stasis of perfect vibration in accordance with the dance of my own divine flame.

This is my abstraction of true will.

Doors were never really closed; perhaps they simply could not be seen.
Hidden in the darkness, the very essence evoked by the word occult to those who love it.
The light is being reclaimed by realization.
There was never any door.
The wall has grown softer.
Let us enter.

 

(from MadQueen’s personal journal, Oct 3, 2011)