The finish line is far behind.
And do nothing.
Do not act.
Do not rest.
Do not meditate.
Do not think.
and do nothing,
because the finish line is far, far behind.
There are forms and shapes which trigger us, sensations that awaken our sexual desires, our joy, our fears, our aggressions, our appetites, our hungers etc. As if there are these internal sets of variables in our minds shaping templates that we compare what we see to, and the closer to these templates that what we experience correspond the more aroused we become. Some variables in these templates are not fixed, and can be pushed far beyond what is natural, and the more they are exaggerated the stronger the stimuli.
This controls natural selection, and if we could see these templates we would know in what direction evolution is heading; the background will of our collective being. How far can this be stretched? When does this turn into total dysfunctionality? And what is beyond?
So, supernormal stimulus - that will be a part of my manifesto from now on. These paintings above are the first ones out.
Prints on canvas of the paintings are available, signed and numbered (3000 SEK / 320€ / $360 each).
This is my current inspiration; there are a few images I've been carrying in my head, experiences from The Ritual. These are places beyond the psychedelic patterns, which are mostly a user interface that sometimes shrouds other layers. These are things that happened years ago by now, and I've been slow in painting them because they are basically such simple images, and it's mostly about conveying the feeling, the presence of being there - which is not a simple task. Attempts of painting the psychedelic patterns are plentiful and easy to find on the net, but are seldom deeper in meaning than fireworks, so I haven't been that inspired to paint those. I decided to paint the sceneries etched in my mind rather expressionistic, making it up to the mind of the beholder to fill in and create an image as close to the real event as possible.
Enjoy the first five paintings, a few events from my journey, random in chronology and importance. More will soon come. I will most likely use some of them to illustrate eventual future editions of my book. All are for sale, both as originals and prints, contact me if you are interested:
This one borders to the world of the psychedelic patterns. This experience is about the granting of an "all penetrating weapon". An aspect of the mind which always creates a way forward; erases obstacles from space and time as if they never ever existed.
"Strange we never saw that path before, still it must have been there always." ...Or haven't it?
A sequence when the White (or Clear) Light was shaded by a dark planet sized object, which was removed by transfiguration. This is how healing and/or mind alterning events can occur during The Ritual; there are seldom labels and explanations.
Behind a hill, through interferences and over that great distance, a familiar voice was shouting "This is for real, this is for real!". It sounded like my dead grandmother or her (also dead) sister.
This is one of the steps in achieving The Philosophers' Stone. The body temporarily "dies" and there's a total out of body experience where the mind is perceived as being a transparent brownish red drop fastened to the wall of some vast complex, the inside of The World Tree I presume. The sphere is detached, lifted and rotated 180 degrees and then reattached again. This is over in a few seconds and then the spirit is returned to the physical body. After this experience the psychedelic patterns comes forth as a understandable language. The difference between up and down in the physical world also had less significance afterwards.
This happening is also described in the "Hanged man" Tarot card, in the tale of Odin hanging upside down in Yggdrasil and in the eight illumination from Splendor Solis. I have written about this on page 134 in the Swedish paperback version of my book Magnum Opus (a part which is yet to be translated).
I once asked what I had gained in values during all my existences - if there was such a thing as a cosmic bank account, and what was my balance if so - and I was shown three cavernous halls filled with gold.