Uncharted Reckonings -- The Western Terminals of the World. (SEQUEL TO PALM CANYON DRIVE)

(READ PALM CANYON DRIVE BEFOREHAND)

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THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME! WE’RE FRIENDS, WE’RE BESTFRIENDS, ALL OF US!

You’re having a good time aren’t you man?? It’s pretty nice isn’t it?

Colter, you’re fine right? Not too hot?

NAAAH, this is great AWESOME

You want a menthol? Trust me bro

HAHA NAH NO FUCKIN WAY

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I was there and I wasn’t people where and they weren’t. Just faces in the crowds, individuals creating masses and there was individuality but mostly just bodies. Floating bodies communicating thru images and sounds, lights and colors, all the real colors of the world surrounding the entirety of the dancing vibrations off of the desert floor. It’s not man made its not god made, the ring of light shown from the edge of earth. Constellations of ignited eyes all bound by the eternal burning stars

The lights became brighter, the music started to sing louder, everything thrown to the stars through the galaxies of our fates, it all became gorgeous just as the sun started seeping into the far reaching horizon and the edge of the earth was seen, at the edge of creation, the edge of life and the edge of all beautiful, real colors, colors out of explanation or comprehension by any man or woman.

Colter, are you sure you’re alright?

Ah yeah fine mhm okay yeah I’m coooool

You want some gum man, some Big Red?

Naah, too hot, any water? It’s hot

Colter, lets get out of the crowd, cman lets go back there to the breeze

My world spun and kept spinning and all the beauty was overwhelming and became heavy, the whole world started falling, I laid down in the dirt, the grass, the salt of the earth at my back and the stars above me gleaming down in amusement.

This happens man, just lie down and relax, take in the music, just chill out. Trust me bro this happens to everyone

Thanks thanks man thank you I’m just gonna lay here

You okay Colter?

This was a mistake, I shouldn’t have done this, I knew I couldn’t take it

What’d he say?

He said he shouldn’t have done it, that it was a mistake

Awh Colter you’ll be fine, just listen to the music, this is your favorite band

I laid back into the salt of the earth and shut my eyes to the stars and there I was back in front of that painting. Different music was around me now and I didn’t want to be home or back in the hotel or back on Palm Canyon Drive, I just wanted to reach the woman that was running in front. 

Everything that an individual ever really truly wants always feels out of reach, not a possession or a currency but a feeling, a good feeling a feeling of purpose and conviction those are the things that are always running fleeting away and won’t turn around and smile. Those are the things that you stare out the window looking at for 30 minutes when you thought it was only 5, when time is nonsense and it’s just wants, hopes, and dreams

The woman turned around quickly and I saw the side of her face and I knew who she was, the universe had shown me her before but only in dreams of a different place and every time I saw her I would then wake up and I would only get a glimpse. Her name came to me one morning or perhaps one night as Veritas, she never told me, I never told me but truth is one of the only things that is always beautiful and I reached out my hand as I thought she was as well, then everything slowed down and the images were beginning to be warped again

COLTER IT’S YOUR SONG!!!

I opened my eyes and the stars were still hanging in the sky and the salt of the earth was still under me but I got up on my feet to feel the sounds. Everything was real and the breeze blowing around all the individuals interweaving in a chaotic beauty, no faces but just dancing bodies filled with delusions of electric eyes and the proliferation of lunacy all setting sail for the utopia

THIS IS SO GREAT JESUS THIS IS SO AWESOME

You’re feeling better?

AH YAH, FEELING LIKE A MILLION HUNDRED FUCKIN DOLLARS

Haha bro you want that menthol now?

Nah I’m still good

I don’t know, it’s almost painful to think about, hard to reflect, and difficult to comprehend but I think there are times, happenings, things, that can’t really truly honestly be put into language, no combination of words, no projection of ideas can really recreate the feeling when an individual is experiencing or inside a blissful place. Perhaps it happens more than the individual even recognizes and time just goes by too quickly, and the sand in the hourglass slowly dwindles away into nothingness and if you’re lucky you may be able to reflect on the dancing images of the euphoria and the truths at a separate time

Places that are unmistakably filled with truth, and virtue, and it doesn’t have to attempt to be like that, it just is and it just does. It isn’t homogenized, but it’s individualistic with the accentuation of eloquence with a climatic elated moment that lasts for eternity within that place of virtue

This is so great, this is so ridiculous

HAHAHA, it is isn’t it

All this shit makes sense, the lights on the Palm trees, the art sculptures, the desert, it all makes sense

What do you mean?

I mean as soon as that sun falls behind that horizon this place becomes unexplainable. During the day I was like oh that’s cool oh alright but now, now it all makes sense, it’s all true, all truth

Oh I know

The drugs, the alcohol, all comes secondary to this, all of this

Bro it’s a real trip isn’t it

Hah it fucking is

There was no reference to sun, man, or God but the truths from the salt of the earth and the warping images and bright lights solemnly hanging in orbit around us, sprouting from the earth. I turned to my friends and yelled to them and everyone else

“THIS IS GOD, THIS IS THE NEW EDEN”.

Everyone else there and not there, here and not here, then and now, it all makes sense, it all makes perfect sense, the stars have aligned to sounds and the images of life in an all overwhelming truth. There wasn’t any hope, no doubt, but perfect nothingness unscathed by any man’s ideologies or convictions but harmony and only harmony

I shut my eyes one more time just to hear and feel and there she was, Veritas. She had dark curly hair and tanned olive skin, she held out her hands and grabbed me tight to her body then whispered words into my ear with an accent that I never had heard, I stepped back and looked at her with dried lips and large pupils filled with amazement.  

The music had stopped, the dancing bodies solemnly swung with the breeze.

Murmuring resonances of a fleeting feeling

It was the electric Eye, the utopia, the new Eden with more Eves and more Adams, it was the painting, Veritas smiling back at me, it was my friends, it was harmony, it was the sun in all its colors, and man made beauty the god made beauty and then the beauty that can’t be explained all marching and elongating before us like strands of the night, tentacles to bind us to the reality yet to come.