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19/01/2026

each transformation from hiding to showing is grand victory.

excerpt 16 jan 2026

📷 paul cupido

07/01/2026

new motto

05/01/2026

love exhibits particle/wave simultaneity // you are both field and observer-creator.

🎨 aykut aydoğdu

31/12/2025

i love stories about frontiers, because that’s where i want to live.why do anything the typical way? the unknown buzzes everywhere, it surrounds us in all directions, within the depths of ourselves. everyone who says there’s nothing new either doesn’t believe it, or doesn’t get it. they’re really saying: nothing i’m willing torisk myself for.as if creation were an accounting trick instead of what it actually is: an act of pure love. yes, creativity grows from the soil of culture. lineage and originality need each other. together they form consciousness itself, the kiss of morning sun upon the pyramids, day after day. that’s not repetition or rhyme. to bask in it is to be alive.newness, anyway, is beside the point. the real question iswhere are you.have you found the edge of your map yet.are you pushing to expand it towards uncharted terrain.will you live at the frontier long enough to call it home.
📷 nathen erickson, sioux falls (2022)

27/12/2025

this week of delights welcomes what doldrums the rest of society relegates to the dustbin of each year, unnoticed, forgotten, but like off-season madeira just as brilliant and bristling with possibility as any other time.

it is waking up before the shops open, before the crowds commute, before the sun surfaces, when there’s only you, skin still tingling from your brisk dip in midnight mountain lakes, writing your future by candlelight.

🎨 sydney mortimer laurence

18/12/2025

Two months ago in Berlin, I portaled into another dimension.

It’s just past midnight, and I’m sitting at my desk at home, lamps dimmed.

I press play on a recorded meditation that I’d tried for the first time a few days before. A voice guides me through ten minutes of breath-holds coordinated with squeezing the body’s lower muscle groups, with the intention of accelerating the spinal fluid’s natural upward flow — into the brain.

5 or 10 minutes after doing the breathing exercises, I feel a sunburst of energy lighting up my mind. The voice has moved on to other ideas, but I am now traveling at high speed through a tunnel of blues and purples. It is visual and visceral and I am shocked.

Instinct tells me to stay on top of the wave, for it to continue.

Over the next — what feels like two hours, but is only thirty minutes — I surf a boundary space, between deep emotions of universal love and the obstacles that block me from its immensity . . . versus a background awareness of sitting by myself somewhere in the physical world. I’m laughing, crying from joy and sadness alternating or combined, tears streaming out from closed eyes.

I let motor functions slacken, so I’m freely drooling too — just making a righteous mess — but the intensity of the emotional roller-coaster pulls me fully through. I awaken to my love for family and friends and even random acquaintances around me, and for myself, the last of which hits me like a bomb.

At one point a glow of light suffuses my field of vision, then brightly envelopes the whole thing, which I can’t explain because it’s the middle of the night and I’m alone.

Afterwards . . .

// this story continues on side B of campfire sparks issue 32
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16/12/2025

There’s a trick of language, starting with “I am”, conflating the observer with the inhabitant of this body, but the choice can be unchosen at will.

It’ll get you funny looks, but “I is” and “Today’s I finds the afternoon fresh as a peach” are perfectly valid expansions of thought.

Further, “I” can pluck consciousness out from anything, anywhere, anywhen, including from consciousness itself (an infinite glob of play-doh that, divided into pieces, no matter how small, still stays interconnected), like placing a camera, every possible location and angle fair game, even across dimensions, with absolute freedom to decide conditions and interpret footage.

Consciousness is clay; we’re all sculptors.

[excerpt 16 dec 2025]

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11/08/2025

issue 31 of my newsletter is out! it’s got:

• an all-new music adventure
• first impressions of west morocco
• 10 things that crossed my path the last 2 weeks
• a midnight fog meditation

link is stuffed you-know-where

07/08/2025

if the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s.
Joseph Campbell

Music from Lullabies of the Pleiades, which you can buy/stream at album.link/lullabies 🌌

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