Tag Archives: Evolution



Are we racing back towards our beginning, entranced in futures-past, is tomorrows technology the high priestess, the culmination point, is time seeding itself from branch to root, from the earth to the heavens, are we working our way back through the archives of an encrypted code entombed in the earth to establish telemetry within the heavens or are we moving forward through the heavens to re-establish communications within the earth. Will we stay within digital dreams forever or settle back into analog notions, could we be entangled in-between two strings, not knowing which end to untie and which to tie together.

If the shoe fits don’t where it.

Time bending upon the axis of a circle squared.

Tripping over the laces of reality.

Walking without rhythm the bear feet feel the drum of the earth.

Yet wearing the socks of logic makes winters frost warm the toes.

The square gives pause and boundary to the circles curvature.

Cornering on the right angles of reason.

Walking in step to feel the measure of the heavens.

Paradox is a mother fucker. The end. Or maybe the beginning.

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Jorinde Voigt


Driving Home


In the valley of a pathless night, who will remain? Dressed in sweet honey, fiery hearth of new life, drunk on what is left to behold. I dreamt of a god, cloaked in song, eternal markets hum, the smile of a mind salient, lifted in perceptual tone. The mythic current of sonic textures re-establishes its connection. Death is only with what cannot follow, without its ragged edge we would wither, the unknown is the imaginative force. The mortal soil is the generative phenomenon of evolutions curse, to bury its dead, is to bathe in rebirth, in baptisms of solitude. Within the emotive breath of this song a memory conjures that is not my own.  

-Josh Fleming

Inspired by: Buckethead, Whispers Way and Coupon and words remixed and recycled from The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart.

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Failure To Communicate


This is not a place to spoil and rot, heaven has seeded such bounty, it grows out from within all things. Patient are the small gods, yet their wrath is a horrorshow, bloody pools of darkend memories still clutch the back of the cave. Respect reciprocates respect, compassion resuscitates wisdom. Blunted blades can slay no rough beast, we must face the animal with tooth and nail. Wrestle it down from its high perch, tame its fire, remove its cowering shell. Left stripped of all its defense, so it may become apart of its story, rather than be a part of its failure. A scattered fossil, or a living relic, let us not be a mistake in evolutions craft.

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Morgan Herrin


46 & 2


The evolution of the universe has discovered a process, a process whereby it can view itself, from the inside looking out and the outside looking in. Gathered from the dust of stars and the ashes of this earth, the many conscious observers grow out of her womb to bow before the sun, as the light guides them through. The holy gift, the ancestors pass along the instructions coiled in sacred scrolls, our bodies contain the language of creation. Our appearance before the precipice, to walk upon vast lands, to watch, wait and listen, to grow within the system. To be emissaries of light and form or become the conscious detractors, falling from grace, the natural order found within the chaos. 46 and 2 is waiting, we must evolve to continue with the process.

– Josh Fleming

Image: Watson and Crick

Pattern Recognition And The Evolution Of Consciousness


A gift embedded in our DNA or appearing spontaneously, our ancestors first discovered this experience, the ability to recognize patterns within the designs of nature. Sense this discovery this ability has birthed are languages, cultures, spiritualities, arts, religions and sciences. Through various techniques in altering consciousness through our senses we became human. Who we are, our very identity within this tapestry as it is being weaved, constructed by what we choose to recognize. This is the process of our conscious evolution. However as we became more human we choose to forget our origins and our place within this field of awareness. We are not alone, as we fail to recognize the natural progression, the patterns inherit in nature, picking and choosing what stays and what goes. But what are we left with when the others, the more than human world goes silent. As we are only human by in our very relation to what is not human, life is a process of recognition and reciprocation.

“Caught up in a mass of abstractions, our attention hypnotized by a host of human-made technologies that only reflect us back to ourselves, it is all too easy for us to forget our carnal inherence in a more-than-human matrix of sensations and sensibilities. Our bodies have formed themselves in delicate reciprocity with the manifold textures, sounds, and shapes of an animate earth – our eyes have evolved in subtle interaction with other eyes, as our ears are attuned by their very structure to the howling of wolves and the honking of geese. To shut ourselves off from these other voices, to continue by our lifestyles to condemn these other sensibilities to the oblivion of extinction, is to rob our own senses of their integrity, and to rob our minds of their coherence. We are human only in contact, and conviviality, with what is not human.”

– David Abram

The patterns they are not are own, they are within us and around us, we must remember our place, the sacredness of all things, these patterns reflecting back there beauty as our own. As above, so below. To maintain our story and the stories of others, we must evolve together or be forever silenced by our own hand.

“Exponential growth occurs when the growth rate of the value of a mathematical function is proportional to the function’s current value. Exponential decay occurs in the same way when the growth rate is negative.” Exponential evolution will only occur if we maintain stability and balance within the systems we are apart of.

– Josh Fleming

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