what consciousnesses inhabit the ceiling? higher states of consciousness.
dream*: living in a higher state of consciousness one finds one self cut off from all but the family dog, yet living within the same space as them knowing they're there but yet not seeing them or being seen oneself. being hunted by a being in a heavy military grade armoured suite coloured brightly in yellow. the suited being is unknown, the technology unknown, superior, beyond knowing. sonic weaponry and rays from flesh-burrowing psychic-being-penetrating fleeing-person-discovery tools. just a taster of many sensors and weaponry mounted on the yellow armoured suite. but i digress. up above in the ceiling one may pretend one is above one's peers, especially so if one feels one is looked down upon by them, or if one feels one does not measure up, or even if one knows one can do better than the role put upon one, but everyone treats one as though one is sh-far from wonderful. now, the type of ceiling to be used for this is important, one cannot just use any old ceiling. it must be high enough. if you can touch the ceiling with your finger tips while standing on your toes, or even nearly touch it, then the ceiling is too low, too near, and consequently is not distant enough in your mind. so a high ceiling is good. art studio and art gallery ceilings may be reasonable. the best ceilings to inspect are high and in populated spaces where people amass every day. so there may be good ceilings in shopping malls but not if there is an upstairs in between you and the high ceiling - that's no good - the human is still above you, this exercise requires otherwise. factories are ideal for this. especially if the work you perform in the factory is de-humanizing and the environment alienating. when everyone is busy and focused on their work then nothing inhabits the ceiling and you have a wonderful space to dribble your mental-football - in complete freedom. *dream recalled from around ten years ago perhaps. of course this may all be just attention seeking building of walls around oneself = a bricked walled cylinder. a well with you at the bottom, you're at the bottom of a dark pit, walled in, close to te-water. a wishing well, brick walled tunnel pit funnel into the ceiling. dribbling ones mental football. invisibility at all costs. i don't know you. you don't know me. i do my job. stiff upper lip. faces devoid of emotion. staring. noise. attention seeking like heat-seeking missiles, daisy-chained daisy-cutters, biological flossing technology, the aeroplanes shooting bang bang bang. but i digress into more dreams from ten years ago or longer perhaps. living in one's inner world can be fun and can be not-fun, depending upon one's mood and one's ability to navigate one's mood. one's ability to stop the binary decision-making crest-fallen warbling. i know! i'll get an eye tattooed upon my right elbow, that will solve everything. -- _ : http://jwm-art.net/ -audio/image/text/code _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
