on psychedelics

manifesto

The revolution will not be televised. It will take place in empty shops, tie-dye covered dens, the streets of your best friend’s suburbs. It is after-hours. Screaming poetry at the top of our lungs to whoever’s ears verse may open. Wishful thinking has never felt so right. We will want them too to know, just as we’ve seen for ourselves, amazed at how quickly we have become the solution. Things weren’t always this way--they were at one point, long ago, but by the time we arrived our ancestors had wandered far off the beaten path, had beat their own path, one that held less sense but afforded deeper pockets for the few.

We were raised astray.

The moon’s aura casts her alchemical mysteries upon our wild, exuberant satisfaction. Stumbling upon timeworn landscapes of twisted boughs and competing characters, disclosed only to the strangers that lust after intimacy, lit up by belief in a world of magic and possibility, we bask in the ordinary turned ethereal. Surrounded on all sides by the wondrously eternal, the depths of beauty within us raging, raging, bubbling forth and through our body, we wield our instruments effortlessly. Consumed with conviction, we play.

Shortchanged! and the revolution will not be televised. Rooted now in profundity, our feet hitting the dirt, ancient, our laughter is only a mystery to those bereft of the great inheritance we share. Brothers and sisters, we’ve found a way out. Some of us thought all we knew was all there was, counting years gone by as loved ones departed, another reason to accept the grim hole we found our home.

Once again a Citizen, home again in the land of the Free and captive, we see in deference to the sparks that rebirth. My subconscious expansive and waiting for the next turn of events, ready to build into righteous song, an epiphany of truth, an explosion of progress.

No more fitting pegs into holes--for our tools breathe and play and make funny faces. I’ve accepted my limitations to know they should and can be broken. “Everything happens for a reason,” they will tell you, as they transport you into a world more real, more fantastic, paradoxically transparent, where every wondrous word is brought to life and redefined, imbued with depths far greater than imagined thus far. The revolution will not be televised; the revolution is within.