Following the Black Cat down the Rabbit Holes of the mind, of dreams, visions and meditations.

This is either going to be a record of a rise into Enlightenment, or a descent into Madness…

I don’t know where I am heading. I have no plan, no map, no real guide. There are no signposts, no GPS, only journeys into liminal spaces, falling into and out of cracks in the ether and out again.

There is no plan.

There may not even be a reason.

There may just be…

…no reason at all.

And so the human mind, in all its complexity, looks for answers, for meaning.

But what if one lets go of the expectation of finding it?

What would one find then?

What would one find when one is no longer looking?

I journey on and on…

…never looking…ever finding…

Space Wanderer….

I await in the Heavens.

~ Sirelian.