conspiracy
of delusion
I am a conspiracy theorist.
I care to bring together (con) and breathe (spirare) forth a more beautiful world. Conspirer: Together, we breathe.
We are conspiracy, prophecy, fabric of becoming,
ocean of darkest stars,
undoing and delusion.
/De/ is down, away from, in detriment.
/Lu/ of lucid, luminous, lucida—brightest star you can see with your naked eye.
When did you last stand naked before the sky?
A planet in detriment finds other ways to express itself. It must loosen its habits, open its arms, and reach out. There is wisdom in the stretch and letting go.
To let go is play is ludre is ludicrous.
Ridiculous jest and giggle.
Laughter is a rattle.
Rattle is a bell.
Chime the spell of a new beginning.
May we see the false impressions of our fixed beliefs.
May we know our own deceptions.
We are hallucination, phantom, and figment.
Fall back from your naked eye
and feel the dissolving of what you thought was clear.
Remember the cree cree of Catachresis:
How wrong are you willing to let yourself be?
Can you see the monster in the mirror?
Our dreams are full of ghosts. Ghosts sing, too.
Follow an arc to the bottom of the sea and ask the octopus in her den. She knows how to make room for the luminosity we can’t yet see.
This, too, is conspiracy. Together, we breathe as dream.
We fall back from what we think we see and move toward something else. We must do this even (especially) in the dark.
Ask the worms and beetles and mushrooms and bats. Attune to the spider who weaves in the far corner of your cavern.
There are sextillions of stars in what we call the sky. Infinitely more than the thousands we may see on the darkest night. Each of our bodies has a fascial network with millions of nerves. Ganglia of wisdom paths for our hearts to guide our brains.
Our anatomy of consciousness is mycelial awe,
angel wing bridges of jellyfish hum.
We are only this.
And together, we are beyond the sky.
Uncountable as we let ourselves fall away,
dissolve, descend
under the moon’s naked eye,
unknowing, soft, and bare—
de lucida,
in the detriment of our clearest star,
together, we breathe.
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as delight, Melissa
Our anatomy of consciousness is mycelial awe—
angel wing bridges of jellyfish hum.
I wrote about Gil Hedley’s Nerve Tour for weekly subscribers back in September after I attended his session here in Pittsburgh, PA. It was, hands-down, one of the most transformative and beautiful experiences I’ve had in 2024. What he shares on this tour is a pure transmission of love and curiosity. I linked to his work the essay here (“fascial network with millions of nerves”), but here is the link again if you’d like to check out his work and see the few dates he has left on the tour this year.
