No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it.

– Albert Einstein

If you awaken from this illusion and understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death or shall I say death implies life, you can feel yourself not as a stranger in the world, not as something here on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke, but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental.

– Alan Watts

Rorschach Test: Slide 1, Let us begin…

In the beginning they say it went off with a bang, ink of existence splattered out amongst the cosmos, you are but this very process, this universe unfolding, connected to every breath and every event, set forth on the rings of Saturn to guide its turn, to bring yourself round again, and feel your existence as fundamental as the sun burns bright, your eyes give it its light, do not allow others to disregard your presence or file you away in this culture of dismay.

Our egos have been hijacked, the eyes of the blind see through the present syntax.  See evolution running faster than cultures can keep up, revolutions rounding the corner trying to catch up, let us wash out the historical solder that holds this industrial hand to the fire burning out our desires, disband the hive, rotate the border, turning the pages of history, the compass points to a higher order, 46 degrees and counting, transcripts of metaphorical blueprints, historical misprints headed as fact leading the blind to war, no hand to guide the sword that severs another is he not, but my brother.

Let us dissolve this greed, this cult of militant creed, heads bumping to the sound of politicals gone corrupt, death dealing machines fighting over scraps of land, like mad dogs, tearing flesh from bone, painting bureaucratic lines, that hide the lies that bind this fractured system, religions of the state preaching fear not love, imposing values seeded from cultures gone by, impeding judgment through present eyes, shipwrecked we are, coach’s washed up upon the shore, marooned on tiny islands to ourselves, foraging through the nightly news bins, channel flipping, the screens all posed for your dollar, absorbing only disinformation and fragmented conversation, desensitized are we that lie prostrate, stigmatized by this unholy box, speaking in tongues revealing only the tragedies of our own existence, enveloped by the static buzz of the media, our social networks and immersive technologies, accepting secondhand images for inner experiences.

The worlds on fire, praying for rain, the earth’s climate is changing, weather by man or natural design, we would be wise to head its call, adapting to this new earth system. Yet the economic steamroller continues its path, countless species of flora and fauna wiped clean from the record, pollution radiating the air, land and sea, ancient cultures still fighting for their rights to survive as their voices are silenced forever by the sweet sounds of what some call progress, engaged in a fierce battle of chess, our opponent ourselves, ignorant to the advances of our own moves, setting up progressive traps, many civilizations fallen by the way-side, but as they say, the game must go on, still planning the final attack upon our queen this earth, a suicide mission has been ordered.

Waves of depression comes crashing down, nose diving from 30 thousand feet, bodies falling like Cain, swept down the guttural drain, divvy out the prescriptions, for the pain, take the pill they say, a slow drool, only allows the corporates to keep their rule, steal our will, does this make you feel ill. Just outside uncouth are the lines wrapped around the voting booth, choosing sides that divide, neither suit comes clean and changes the scene, education and taxes still the same just a new face, romping around keeping the pace, a brand name set to expire holds steady long enough for us to devour, the hand that feeds, just more lies, deceit best served cold, still chocking on the price tags of past mistakes, open up if your hungry for more, the game is rigged in so far as you continue to pull its lever.

Hoodwinked, don’t blink you just been rejected, labeled defective no worry the powers that be remains abreast to your investment, see present situations defy human convention to swallow the scope of this material invention, defining wealth by the dollar not the collar, leashes tied to fence post, creative minds kept at bay, access denied, humanities potential still yet unrealized, the masses still asleep and dreaming, see the stars have no place without their space, in present relations to our state who are we to continue at this fucked up pace.

Wait stop, apply the brakes, somebody wake up Bucky Fuller, ok continue, Spaceship Earth, still flat spinning, no pilot, raise the roof, checking the date, 50,000 years, I do believe this human engine needs an update, download this knowledge, the umbilical noose ever tightens upon generations lying in wait, as they may not awake, for the current state of our unending debates, leaving this world tattered in humanities short lived wake, is this to be our final call, mission control all coms are down, do you copy, astronauts set adrift on a dark ocean, yet a single light still guides us in the distance, we must remember, born from the tails of comets we are, the universe still pulses thorough our veins, lets us reclaim this place, the heaven surrounds us here and now, it is our time, reboot this system.

Let us reinstall a collective focus for humanity, its motto, to protect and serve, this ship our earth and all that dwell. We need to see we are connected to this vessel, better we need to feel this again from within. We are the interdependent parts that make up this whole, the navigators, copiloting the path, we are the finely calibrated instruments through which the universe peers upon itself with awe and wonder, stargazing through the creative lenses of human perception, nature is a verb, God in action unraveling the story of creation as we observe it, let us take heed of this moment, extinguishing our fear, allowing peace to fill this void and steady our hand, so we may draw out new lines that encompass us all, set to repair and redirect this ship as we set out on this voyage together.

Let us be bold and imagine life beyond this sphere; the mighty Giants, still awaiting our arrival, seeding life on planets set afar. Let us stand together on undivided ground and co-create this world that we wish to share with all, allowing the gifts of our arts, religions and sciences to coalesce, progressing beyond our wildest dreams, let us all unite.

– Josh Fleming


In the beginning they say it went off with a bang, ink of existence splattered out amongst the cosmos, you are but this very process, this universe unfolding, connected to every breath and every event, set forth on the rings of Saturn to guide its turn, to bring yourself round again, and feel your existence as fundamental as the sun burns bright, your eyes give it its light, born from the tails of comets, the universe still pulses thorough your veins, the heavens surround you here and know, we all are the interdependent parts that make up this whole, the navigators, copiloting the path,  the divine instruments through which the universe peers upon itself with great awe and wonder, stargazing through the creative lenses of human perception, nature is a verb, God in action unraveling the story of creation as we observe it, let us take heed of each moment, extinguishing our fears, allowing peace to fill this void, remembering that we are eternal.

 – Josh Fleming


Part 1

The mighty gland awakes tonight, setting free an army of chemical messengers to roam the turbulent seas of my sleeping consciousness.

My brain becomes flooded; drowning in an undiluted bath of mysterious alchemical matter. 

A voice utters aloud, it is only natural, let them pass. 

The voice is of my own, but I do not trust the words. 

My eyes roll rapidly as the deep trance of sleep takes its hold pulling me unto to the depth of my being, where the ferocious and resplendent antipodes of my mind still dwell.

The voice replies, a glass eye filled with sand sees not.

My gait is unsteady over loose boards, as the splinters of trees branch off to touch the fractured clouds.

A crack in the eye appears, as the sands of time filter through.

I feel the oceans swell with silt, as the heavens roar with ash.

The earth seizures as the waters begin to boil.

Panic in the eyes of insects. 

I feel the rush of fleeting foe through the wind,

as the sun disintegrates and darkness falls heavy upon the earth.

The eye pried open, tries to shut, but cannot close this heavy door of frightful perception.

Fear runs deep through my veins as its courses it’s decent into the abyss of my timid and weakened mind.

My ego holds strong for what feels like eternity, before a newly welcomed voice states, do not keep hold, let go of the reigns that bind this mind.

Part 2

As I release a rush of light fills my environs.

A feel a stillness wash over my writhed body as my mind is no longer trying to control the moment.

Suddenly there is calm as the voracious sea turns to a clear lake without current as my body and mind float effortlessly upon the cool waters of a foreign, but familiar space that seems to hang in balance between two worlds.

Geometric tectonic soliloquies pour over the edge of silence.

Filling the void with strange shape and color.

As I speak creation manifests.

Digital designs from the ether construct a mass theater of lucid architecture made from the dreamscapes of pure imagination.

Luminous effervescent fractals form ancient symbols. 

I cannot comprehend the native tongue that speaks through these images, but I sense its presence and company.

I reach out to grasp these whirling kaleidoscopes of beauty and multi-dimensional symbols of intelligent designs that which cascade my immediate view.

Yet the further I reach the more the distance between us becomes.

I sense the past has no future and the future no past.

The present moment is infinite and void of linear transgressions.

A swirling ocean of dust and stars appears from within the shape before me now.

As I recognize this celestial river that spans the milky sky’s from above.

The shape expands its window of view and engulfs my being as I feel the geometry of this system unfold its chart of dying stars. 

Mapping before my watering eye the creation of this universe, its inception and the birth of its sun. 

I feel a pull as I run back through senses of place and time, seeing before me creation in reverse. 

Sound becomes touch and feeling becomes sight as my senses comingle and redirect the signals that thread together the grye of grey matter that is now the collective thoughts and senses of all, circumnavigating the unconscious of a universal mind.

I sense and feel every being that ever was or ever is to be and feel all of the pain and joy intertwining like two serpents dancing up the staff of my spine.

Reaching the crown of my head the star explodes back in on itself as I awake to the sound of crashing thunder and sense my earthly body, as my mind rolls back its rolodex of sensory deprivations that keep me grounded in this biological temple of this temporary dwelling. 

As I scan the room for the time, it is 11:11. I have awoken to soon, as I stretch back to reach my slumber, only fragments of this fleeting vision remain, as I wish to fall back into the same kingdom of dreams from wince I came, I then slowly drift off again to the ancient realms of my sleeping mind.

 – Josh Fleming


What is this sound? This dal niente, this crescendo, this final fortissimo…

Echoing from its past, reveling toward its future, forever resonating in its present moment.

Running along the universal scales of this linear mind, ever developing the evolving musical scores of diverging passages, forever rising and falling away.

This mind, this methodical conductor seeks to order this grand symphony, while temporarily muting the true source of its sound.

– Josh Fleming


Rattling bones of winters past howl through the echo chambers within my mind, locked in trance, by the passing breeze, inhaling memories from a fragrant past. A lucid resurrection ensues; dead images unearth, commingle and walk upon my present fixed stare, distorting time and place. The firmament beneath me mimics my fixed gaze, locked in stasis by the season of this dying witch, awaiting the birth of the sun.  A fire burns over the edge of the trees lifting the frost from the tips of their wings, a great thaw, releasing the trapped images from my watering eyes, exhaling, as spring creaks open, scattering the leaves of fleeting recollections from beneath my path.

– Josh Fleming


– In Memory of Chief Robert Eugene Turner, “PawPaw”

A leaf stripped from the tree to soon, but not forgotten.

The wind carries forth your spirit, singing a familiar song.

Beneath every step as we grow till tall, always near, if we should stumble or fall.

Your blood is our own.

Your heart our strength.

Let us remember the ways you taught through character and kindness.

Your wisdom carries on, with the mighty river, awash with our deeds, forever honoring your name.

Let us dance with the wind in remembrance as we sing your song.

– Babbling Brook

An in-process exploration of writings about life