Karma is how good of a dancer you are

bad karma is when you miss a beat and stumble back to the rhythm.

densities of consciousness are defined by the complexity of the notes you are capable of perceiving. if all you heard was quarter notes, then all you can dance to is quarter notes. there is a lot of complexity that can be derived from this dance. you could hit half notes, and whole notes too.

then you'd finally be able to hear eighth notes one day and wow- you can do really cool shit now. you can really connect with the groove on a deeper, and more spontaneous level. potential for complexity is doubled. twice as much free will is accessible. you should be fucking up less now because you can sense when you're locked into the groove and are interacting with it, or if you're stumbling around off beat. if you try to force something off beat, it feels very discordant. it's so much more fun to dance to the beat.

eventually,

eventually you learn how to dance in 11 dimensions, relating to the living geometry of the eternal lattice of spheres that are interlocked with fibonacci correlations inherently observable from every perspective.

a couple days ago i smoked a single hit of dmt, listened to a playlist of my own productions, and stared at a large picture of the moon. it showed me eternity within its diameter like it was a movie screen and i was the projector. then i saw the vesica pisces between us and the moon and i remembered the nature of our dna as alex collier described, and what is so goddamn special about this neck of the woods came into perfect clarity.

there are no accidents. a friend showed up about 2 minutes into the trip. reaching for the tape recorder was extremely discordant, but allowing him to listen to me ramble resonated perfectly.

so he sat there and listened to me ramble about sacred geometry and the moon and karma and divination about the future from this playlist of my own music. the trip ended up not fading. it remained fully intense for well over two hours. after 4 hours i still felt like was on 10 hits of acid.
when i do much more dmt, i have died and zipped through all the frequencies to the end of time like a tralfamadorian. and it only lasts several minutes and the memories have faded and i'm relatively normal within an hour or two. but just doing this one hit allowed me to just dial a little bit up and linger on the next station.

i have concluded that my frequency is already resting very near full activation and it only takes a slight enthoegenic nudge at the right time to get it started like tug on a lawnmower starter. my friend(s) harmonize at various compatible frequencies and we form a chord that can sustain for a really long time. every note is a song. every song is a seed is a molecule is a vertex of infinite universes. every part represents a more complex and simultaneously less complex part of the whole living, dancing fractal that is the isness.

the amnesia is fading. bitches need 2 learn how 2 dance right.