There is a part of me that is pitch black, where shadows do not exist. There is a place where light bends, an ominous and undeniable gravity. There are secrets hidden in the heart of this darkness; stories untold. These are the tales of my glory, my dreamiest psychedelic spools.
In the Beginning, Vishnu and Shiva ruled; matter and antimatter, positive and negative. To avoid nonexistence, Vishnu transformed, becoming the Divine Mother, Párvati. She accepted Shiva’s consortium – Lingum – and the universe unfolded. From this cosmic dance bloomed the Divine Lotus. Brahma, the universal creator, sat atop the flower; it corded to Vishnu’s naval.