Yearly Sunrise

While one could sensibly question my release timing of this post due to the mainstream adherence to the common Gregorian calendar year (i.e. release this mix upon New Year’s Day), some of us prefer a different annual cycle.

Maybe someone prefers a different cycle duration altogether.

Life is hard.

We get beat up a lot in all sorts of ways, as humanity prefers the “me beats you” definition of dominance (the one that goes all the way back through caveman times), while ignoring the fact that reality as whatever happens is pure dominance — that demonstrably neither one of us can even slightly defy actuality at all.

Fed up and worn down, you persevere to reach towards your best expression of health through your wounds, and you achieve a nice moment of reasonable support. A celebration is perhaps in order.

Perhaps when LSD is finally properly understood to be a reasonably safe (including non-toxic) substance upon responsible use — modulating your neurological symphony in a way that allows you to experience the energy of reality away from the excessively rigid boundaries that flagrantly oppose a healthy neuroplasticity (that opposition serving against the supreme discipline of adaptation) — and its legality is righteously restored for societal health and fun, then a nightly trip with compatible people to celebrate life is wonderfully fitting.

LSD keeps you awake during that celebratory night.

Then the morning casually fades in. The nightly darkness smoothly transitions through the beginnings of a softly colorfully illuminated sky.

The point is a light beaming brightly over the horizon to beautifully pierce your experience of that moment. Perhaps this song (spacemixed or not) is playing. You may dance. You may cheer. You may laugh. You may quietly reflect and appreciate salvation. Perhaps you choose to remain sober for it all. The list of choices feels beautifully endless.

You are connected with the undeniable power of nature relative to humanity in a way that feels appreciated, as the natural sun knows no human dominance against it, while it blinds anyone who foolishly tries to stare it down.

Hard parts of life find its impact again, as we literally are a physical part of a reportedly 14 billion year old explosion called the observable universe — space is now accelerating in its expansion, so the Big Bang is still banging. The intensity of that explosion fuels an always-pressing and relative roughness that can be difficult (if not impossible) to find peace within.

Those of us who experience reality in its perfectly stable form beyond that explosion usually find that peace there, when reality thankfully needs that blissfully stable outcome.

The cycle resets, as it always does within reality.

Maybe this will be the cycle that ends your human wave, releasing you from the boundaries of your brain unto the fullest expression of existence itself, as you modulate within (and as a seamless part of) this indestructible energy of reality towards a new cycle.

We can celebrate the cycle. For the sake of mental health, we need to have an authentic opportunity to celebrate the cycle.

We can celebrate it in isolation. We can celebrate it via union.

We can celebrate it via reunion.

For your convenience, here is the non-spacemixed version of this powerfully sunny dance expression…