What is Psychedelia ?

A journey through the inner mind.
Tunes that dance along as you travel.

An exploration of thoughts.

A mind traveller.

Its like when a multi layered track or for the matter a simple melody that invokes that feeling of understanding and slowly progresses into self exploration .
It could be the wind blowing with the sound of the birds accompanied by rubber tyres on a gravel that suddenly allows you to pick a beat set your layers and feel like a cosmic dj.

A dance where nature dances with you.

A dance where the music isn’t sound waves emitted from speakers but a personified form that prances and hops, step by step on your right.

A dance where you are YOU.

I have always thought self realization is like this cloaked form with a bowler hat that doesn’t just tap you on the shoulder to make its self visible . It picks you up throws you into the depths of neuron filled travel series, off a suspended cliff and as you plummet or rise you slowly see visuals and words and feeling and emotions getting clearer and as you land tired but amused at the journey it pops up right in front of you and with a gentle clap it appears in clear bright light.

Another journey, that might have taken some time, but eventually brings out the YOU in you.

Isn’t that what we all live for ?

Isn’t that the sole purpose of living this life.
How you choose do it is entirely your call, all I’m saying that there is a little bit of psychedelia in every one.

An open mind is the only thing I ask you to bring along.

He walks down dark paths, meeting a chaotic mix of characters.
He welcomes them with his open notes and visual sounds.
He plays a tune pulling their souls and making them sway.He gathers a tribe as he flows. An occasional glance behind to acknowledge the fact he knows.

She knows.She watches him from a distance. sometimes smiling sometimes in fury.
She loves him.

He knows.
He loves her too.

He moves away with the music.She jumps on.They filter their emotions as the pass the crowd.They slowly vanish re-appearing in a world they call Their Own.In a beautiful sea they Float and on land they Levitate.
Looking around they find Peace.They find themselves.

The crowd still watches Still in a happy daze. Still wondering.Soon they will be New Worlds.

New Love.

I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then - whoosh, and I'm gone... and they'll never see anything like it ever again, and they won't be able to forget me - ever.

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

Jim Morrison

Surrealism had a great effect on me because then I realised that the imagery in my mind wasn't insanity. Surrealism to me is reality.

Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted.

You're just left with yourself all the time, whatever you do anyway. You've got to get down to your own God in your own temple. It's all down to you, mate.

Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one.

John Lennon

( all said and done The Beatles did get the rock rolling - ashwin.)