Tri-Parallax Awareness

Tri-Parallax Awareness

Recently I was talking to a good friend of mine online, and we were discussing paths and awareness. They told me he had heard of a term known as Tri-parallax Awareness.

In thier words ” ‘tri-parallax awareness’ was introduced to me as ‘many paths = one path = no path.’ grateful for the reminder.”

This got me so pumped I decided to do some investigating on the idea.

To at one moment think of many paths, one path, and no paths of any given situation. Could we train our minds to tackle such concepts we may be able to stem further from there. However this is all pretty much overwhelmingly exciting of a start.

So I will break this down by definition and let you come to your own conclusion and application of such an idea.

a combining form meaning “three,” used in the formation of compound words: triacid; triatomic.

par·al·lax   [par-uh-laks]
the apparent displacement of an observed object due to a change in the position of the observer.
Astronomy . the apparent angular displacement of a celestial body due to its being observed from the surface instead of from the center of the earth (diurnal parallax or geocentric parallax) or due to its being observed from the earth instead of from the sun (annual parallax or heliocentric parallax). Compare parallactic ellipse.
the difference between the view of an object as seen through the picture-taking lens of a camera and the view as seen through a separate viewfinder.
an apparent change in the position of cross hairs as viewed through a telescope, when the focusing is imperfect.

a·ware·ness [uh-wair-nis]
the state or condition of being aware; having knowledge; consciousness. (see vigilance, somatic, personal experience, etc.)

Please let me know what you think. Let me know if this strikes a cord 🙂

This wonderful piece of art was found on deviant art title:
“Meditation” by the artist known as: “Ageofloss”

When Mercury Spills by, Catie aka Cold as Ice (poem)

When mercury spills on my tear stained face

and all that’s left is a rancid taste
I decline to speak but it matters less
than any whore of yesterday or today.

When mercury spills onto my breasts
lumps in motion contrive a demeaning narrative
an assent unto nothingness darker than the rest
of all my days and nights comparative.

When mercury spills into my veins
darkness is the blanket that warms a cold soul
until at last what comes out from within
resembles something better, changed, whole.

When mercury spills into my mouth
and all my words come rolling right out
like dark pearls from an oyster bed of lies
when rose petals bleed a sad demise.

When mercury spills into my heart
pulling into light what I had stuffed into dark
corners and corridors and outside the fence
wreaks havoc on my emotions with no defense.

When mercury spills into my life
when choices were made to not be a wife
and ten thousand regrets pound in my head
until every childhood dream is finally bled dry
and mercury spills.


(poem by Cold as Ice

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Infinities Child, by Eileen Prunster

Little girl    

you could see    

the poetry   

in all around   

with toddlers walk   

still yet to talk   

wide eyed in wonder   

without sound   


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