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@Random witch @Swarnim @Hulia I'm rather speechless with this... I drew this exactly from the crystal. The only thing I added was the stars background... Also, I thought some @Nahm-like form might appreciate. The crystal (according to 'these eyes') depicts a safe transferring perspective to a dream bunny in the forest.

A purple dragon

Just in time for halloween ... this is the negative of the picture btw

@Hulia I've updated the drawing a bit... And the photo I see three hedgehog's head? what you see as his nose, is part of my mouse's ear

@Swarnim yes, it's really cool. Marbled tile has great images. And wood grain. What I find fascinating is that those type of images are static and will always be there when you look again. But I have never captured the same image twice with the crystal

@Random witch @Random witch I'll try again ? I call it Heartbeat of Creation, and as you can see, it appears as if a 'big bang' is emanating from a person's chest. They seem very happy about it too?? in truth it is my own reflection, but this entire shot is very really and completely with random camera shots. Also, notice a bulldog in the sand above the crystal? That's an added bonus?

@Random witch glad you like it, ? you might love this next one...

I think it's like one of those "Do as you please" type things ? sharing youtube videos is clearly not resonating with you right now, and that's OK!

The following entries in this journal are my personal adventures in dreamland. I still operate under the paradigm that I am the dreamer, and everything within is my own creation (by law of relativity?‍♂️) I'm willing to admit that this could be wrong, so let's talk about it ? Please feel free to comment on this thread and share any dream reports of your own ? @trancedreamer @SoonHei @mandyjw

Maybe we are different, but I share intuitively whatever feels best in the moment. Have fun creating ?

Well? Don't leave us hanging ? what's the SN?

@Danioover9000 it's a virtual circle jerk, of course. You want in?

@Strangeloop I would suggest dropping alcohol and fine tuning your weed strains if possible. Alcohol with weed always increases irritability for me. As does certain strains.

@Gregory1 ah I forgot to credit the artist. Fixed.

Share your favorite short stories here. Fill this vessel with wonder. (Make sure to credit the author if it is not yours, or link to website. ) (@SirVladimir @JosephKnecht Plus anyone else who writes or have been affected by a short story and would like to share) This is a judgement free thread. Anything you post here is safe. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is true, everything is permitted. - A. C. All critiques should be constructive and only at the request of the author. I openly accept any for mine. Just don't be crude.

@Gregory1 over at my creative arts club on Facebook (link in my signature) we write stories and music to all member submitted paintings. This is the latest one I wrote and maybe it or another story or artwork in my club will inspire an improvisational piano piece. Art by Patrick J McCollum ******************** The Lily Pond I was half raised by that pond. Well, to be exact, grandma's house was directly in front of it; sitting on thirteen gorgeous acres within view of the Blue Ridges in Georgia. I spent the entire summer there, every year, until she passed away very suddenly when I was sixteen. The house sold too quickly for one last visit, and my parents too wrapped up in their social-elitist lifestyles to care. When grandma passed it took a while to realize how truly alone I was; but when it hit me I dove my head into school and didn't come back up without a masters in architecture. The lily pond weaved into my dreams for years to come, and I made peace with the fact that I'd never see it or my grandmother again. My parents always wished I'd end up rich--probably because as the years counted down, so did their income and savings. (I don't know, I didn't stick around to ask.) Not long after my thirty-second birthday, grandma's house was listed for sale. I payed well over the asking price and twenty eight days later here I am, standing at the same pond which taught me patience, reverence and admiration. Grandma's house is in shambles and I'll probably have to rebuild it from scratch. But that's ok, it was never about the house. We spent more time out here and in her garden. It's all just weeds and reeds where the roses once were, but I can almost see grandma bent over, snipping thorns on large crimson spotted bushes. Tomorrow I'll clear it out the best I can.

My original music playlist

I think you'll like this group on Facebook, and can get some exposure and feedback from other musicians https://www.facebook.com/groups/246846312700872/?ref=share

Following some life purpose of shining inspiration (which is going pretty well over at my creative arts club (MindVenture))-- We have now begun writing music for paintings that club members submit to the group page. All paintings are open for writing and musical prompts, and here is one that uses both. (Just some improv piano while looking at the paintings--- both paintings by Patrick J McCollum.) ****************************************************** HEARTLAND Some mornings, in the dead chill of winter, pa would emerge from the cabin facing the river and declare that it was cold enough to freeze the waterfall. He was always silly like that, around me and lil' Em. We'd giggle and wrap ourselves around his boots; and roaring like a bear, he'd drag us down the wooden stoop and into fresh powdery snow. Mama would fuss and smother, but it was worth the chilling plunge for the warm blankets and hot cocoa around the fireplace. Looking back, these are the memories I cherish the most. With schooling came crowded city streets; and the trees here are surrounded by bricks and rails. I miss running through fields of wildflowers and gathering for a long winter. I miss papa's laugh, and the way mama sang like an angel in the kitchen. Maybe I'll be able to visit in the spring, after the roads melt. It's been long enough. *********************************************************