A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons, and preserves their quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed—and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He attains the unknown, and if, demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions, he will at least have seen them! So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of, unnameable: other horrible workers will come; they will begin at the horizons where the first one has fallen.
Arthur Rimbaud - A Season in Hell
I’M GOING TO THE STATES! I got my visa! Visaaaaaaaa! So much joy!
The saddest thing is planning the endpoint of the adventure. The flight home :/ which is why I’ll leave it flexible!! Yay!!
I finished reading Dolores Cannon’s Jesus and the Essenes, which reports the subconscious information of people’s past lives (lived simultaneously and therefore the ‘past’ person can be interviewed) under hypnosis. Now I’m onto reading Bill Pfeiffer’s Wild Earth, Wild Soul, which dabbles in spiritual permaculture. Earth and consciousness are my two most favourite topics!
Anyway, I can provide ebooks if anyone is curious.
Rudolf Steiner - how to know higher worlds
Rudolf Steiner - How to know higher worlds