Happy Cycling - a Spiritual Journey with Boc

Ready? Let’s go to where music is math. Do not beware the friendly stranger, for he is in this with you. Looking forward, you gyroscope to a great dandelion, on which millions of sunshine recorders feel the heat of the daylight. You are in the annex of your mind. This is the inner sanctum of life.

Look there; it’s Julie and the candy, shaped like an “i”. It is the smallest weird number; unreal, imaginary.

This day is 1969.

Unexpectedly sounds the sirens of an energy warning. The heat of the beach at redpoint is like the sun opening the mouth of hell. It is too much. Everything collapses, everything concentrates to one; Alpha and Omega are one in the same. In this point I saw drones, servants of good telling me the Devil is in the details. But everything is one, all are the same. A is to B as B is to C. The drones are to good as good is to the Devil. Here you see them too.

But never mind them, just fly over the horizon radar, away from this senseless world; fly away from all you knew. Here you can feel and hear the dawn chorus sing loudly and without a source as it guides you to the diving station. Being so high, diving so hard, you could feel the sky as it attempts to persuade you to stay still. Little corsairs stealing gravity from underneath you. You glide freely. A wildlife analysis in your head says you are an eagle in your mind.

Below is new life; the color of fire. Telephasic workshops producing the triangles and rhombuses of life until the clock strikes sixty ten. At this point, the turquoise hexagon sun relapses from the kaini industries, approaching Bocuma, but not until the colors of life, the red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet that make up your world flash in all directions in a beautiful array. You’ve seen this before, many times, but do not rue the whirl of life. Take it in. This time is different, unique, and yet the same as it always has been. The circle of life never ends. You understand now. You are an...