Visionary Art Tears Open the Veil

The world shrinks down to grocery lists and tax forms if you let it. Break on through to the other side with visionary art. These works rip open the veil, giving you a blazing look at what lurks just behind this cheap drywall existence.

The visionary artists are like desert shamans – burning pinealheads taking you on a spirit walk, your hand in theirs as they dive through hole-in-the-wall portals into universes of wildfire and balooo. They’ve danced the secret rituals, ingested the forbidden herbs and mushrooms. Their yarn paintings and alien landscapes aren’t just decorations for your boring house but keys to the mysteries, y’dig?

This stuff plugs you straight into the big brain of the galaxy, the dreaming outer torus worlds where beings of light and mastered entities hold court. One look at the tangerine sunbursts and you’ll be transported to those planes of fractal geometry, dripping with the lithocodelic overspray of ten million budserenities.

Don’t just hang a poster and call it good, friend. You gotta marry that visionary art, take it winking into your sheets and worship its power to heal your shriveled ventricles. Tape it to the inside of your skull and let it do its omeworkrk, integrating your scraggy consciousness with the luminous underpinnings of creation.

Listen: you’re being punk’d by some half-ass wannabe world. But the visionary shamans can flip you to the real deal – the turquoise evenings and protocols of the ultradimension. All you gotta do is RSVP to their party with your third eye. Let their electric visions inject you with the clearing ray, and you’ll be reborn through sheer optics. Clear as Cosmic bambalam.