B23 … psychedelic pioneers.

Timothy Leary and Ram Dass, psychedelic pioneers are both dead here and now. Took this photo in San Francisco a number of years ago at a conference with numerous psychedelic advocates. Both good honest men and glad they traveled parallel thru my life and gave us their conclusions along the trail. It all ends, cept here and now…….

This folk-rock song i wrote back in the early 70’s very influenced by the use of psychedelics…….definitely my greatest teacher in my youth and beyond. This song talks of that space between worlds of thought-abstracts and the here and now, the reality, oneness timeless space all religion, spirituality, and some philosophy alludes towards.

Beyond No Doubt in Jest

Take me on an endless trip
And remove that’s all unreal
This road hasn’t been an easy one
That has led my thoughts to feel
That all that really matters
Is ta know that you don’t know
But it’s so hard
Gettin’ on that oneness road

Memories hit, old habits grip
Puts ya right back down
And the more you fall the harder it is
With pleasures all around
Makes it so hard
Gettin’ on that oneness road
Where all that really matters
Ia ta know that you don’t know

You better leave i tell myself
Or they’ll kill all your resistance
Then plaster you with secure beliefs
That depends on their assistance
And you’ll be where
You swore you’d never go
And you’ll deny
What you don’t really know

Take me way from this weary crowd
Far beyond my dreams
Open up to me one door
That closes when one leaves
Take me fadin, tripin
Through that mighty storm
I promise i’ll fight the night
Until the early morn
Where all that really matters
Is ta know that you don’t know
But it’s so hard getting on
Just getting on that oneness road

Fall 71
Thomas P Wey

362 … water reflections of uncertainty

362 Image-Content-Blog of the Day 2019/02/20 of-by patrick weyhttp://patrickwey.com/blog/category/image-content-of-the-day
My life has been a coast line of water reflections of uncertainty, dreams waving in and out of realities, roads with too many bends. My love has been mistaken, my integrity misunderstood, my visions misrepresented. My journey has been long, barren and born of random continuity, possibilities beyond the norm, realms hardly exposed. Disturbances of air on water and hues slender like night the traveller never stops, the path never ends, beauty never dies.
I attempted to document everything i saw, felt and imagined. There was nothing that escaped my sight when i was young, free of form and ready. Things have changed, time has slipped into my veins, the present is so close now, the distance so short. Stars shine in me, the universe is not so far as it once was, death is so full of life.
Image circa a few years ago – writing, last night as i rode my horses along the shore.
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355 … It doesn’t take a surgeon to see the mind…

355 Image-Content-Blog of the Day 2019/02/13 of-by patrick wey http://patrickwey.com/blog/category/image-content-of-the-day
Been here a long time watching. I see the art deteriorate, depth mad with glitter, i hear your music noice. It doesn’t take a surgeon to see the mind, snow lays heavy here on the mountains, time won’t come easy, truth will stay hidden still. I’ve been hanging around dead bodies of the graveyards, eyeing the war zones, helping poor souls find a home but still you sit there planning the next escape into more of the same.
Things are not all bad as it seems, it is peaceful for moments in the valley ….. but there is always that edge surrounding that cripples the silence. You know what i mean, the air waves are filled with deceit from Prince Rupert to Chiang Mai. You can’t ignore the turmoil all day, the night times coming whether you believe it or not. The sun is dark and cold, you’ve been fooled into thinking that the stars are hot and bright, but it’s our mothers atmosphere that transforms this living energy into the beauty of radiant life. We’ve got it all wrong, levity is master, gravity is just a concept to bend the mind, thought is not where love is and love is much more than a four letter word. I don’t fly, i’m flown….most of the time.
Image circa late 80’s
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