Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Dimensional Me


Mirror mirror on the wall


Am I the only one of me at all


If I could flip things


Bend things


Refract things


Until I find a different me



I see a world on the other side of you


Everything is backwards


The language is reversed


Right is left and left is right


So how do I know which one is



Your brothers and sisters reside in fun houses


One can make me fat


One can make me thin


On cam make me tall or small


Others of different color


All share the gene of being backward



So if there are different me's


How do I know which one is real


Which one is forward

Thursday, January 28, 2010

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I am taking a class called new millennium studies and our instructer gave us an amazing assignment. I suggest if you try this you will not be displeased. The assignment was to take 3 mins out of our day to sit infront of a mirror and stare at yourself. It may sound vain but i am sure you wont be judged. Then write down your experience and what questions you have about it. This is what I experienced.

Identical at first then the face I stared at outlined a mask. Something deep inside my


unconscious mind struggling to escape the seal of this mask holds as if it was a tomb of secrets.


The eyes is what sheds some truth. I’m afraid to stare. I’m afraid that if I stare I will no longer


become a mystery to myself. But I look at my eyes one more time and I am at peace. The eyes,


as I look into them they pull me into a peaceful oblivion. I see 3 peoples. A child a young adult


and a man with a cloak. A cloak with all my memories as fabric good, bad and bittersweet. The


man has no face only a dark shroud. As I stare at all 3 I slowly see the child yell and play. As if he


is slowly moving yet suspended in time. The young adult is wearing a casual business suit and is


constantly pacing. I turned to the third man and he said “You observe the world as you see it,


Now let the world observe you as it sees.” Then the child and the young adult fade. The third


man approached me and said “Go fourth and your truth will unfold” he casted his hand at me


and I was flung out of the mirror staring back at myself.

I was left with these four questions:

1. Why do I want to keep myself a mystery?

2. What did the 3 peoples represent?

3. What did the 3rd man mean “You observe the world as you see it, Now let the world observe you as it sees.”?

4. Why does the man have a cloak made of my memories?

I am Andy and I want to explore my unconcoious mind

Hi my name is Andy. I am 19 years old and I am here to write down some experiences I want to share when I wanted to explore my mind. Somethings I say are very metaphorical and sometimes they can be real to me. On that note all the experiences that I write on this blog has nothing to do with drugs. I am drug free and I don't need something to cripple my mind with false hallucinations. Here is my blog.