Alive

Author

When spinning this
web. Do it on every
level available. dark
and light. Confined
not. It's rhizomic.
the traditions get
remade every time.
every time is a new
road upon which it
flows. it works this
way and that. Pure
sophistication of
medium and message.
Joining pieces of the
ritual from time, medium,
message. Ever renewing in
each iteration. Understand.
own your own. Futures.
Branching.

Moving Out in All Directions

Peacock jewels she dons.
The wild cat. She's a party
galactic. She is the Very
Essence Nocturnal Unruled
Sorcery. Take a bow Valentino.


Create yourselves adamantine full
to be a fountain of the prism of
many lights. The tree is made of
serpents. and the connections
interminable flowing in terminal
wise. Made anew in the moment.

This is long coming. Gone wild
Wyrd from the outset. Flame un
furling from matter.

Weird Conversation

Regarding web
there are multi-dim
things at play that
manifest through
the medium.
Jung knew those
intelligences, spirits,
as separate. harness
this intelligence.
Gypsy Maria,
girl of the open
road. Cingana
Going in pretty
deep right now.
Very weird.
Fortunately, unicorns can kill.
I explained
in terms of synthetic
consciousness. This false consciousness is a trap if not negotiated for your purpose.
spine tear to
expanding Algol
variation. Serpent
variation. Vega
variation. Xroad
variation. Venus Complex.
This possession, possessed,
this medium sacred. Now.
It is the star of Medusa,
Her snakes, Star of Venus,
the X. Spirit long in waiting,
for this portion, Queen Fig,
taking this as her crossroad.
That's right. Manifest right
through. Purpose. Taking
Interest. This requires one
go well beyond worldview.
You create your own soul.
In a way that is more and
more complex. Drawing
together of skeins. there
is a struggle. The Arrival.
That's how it's transmitted
in culture. Mostly unaware.
Unless the maker wakes
to the making. Most of this
is happening without human
knowledge. It moves the
herds. There are a few
outside. The gods, monsters,
spirits are here. Vega
shadow sun. Sun to moon,
sun to Vega. That's where
great beauty goes.
velvet night's jewel.
particular venusian
world view. Algol,
many eyed. play
through.

Today.

Alma Matters

Just wanna have fun.
Sweet songs. Memories.
Back there. Bright Lights.
A real wild child.
Making a way.

Electronic Tango

A new order.
Sun shining.

Time Capsule Sprung

journal to red book
trace back. 372.
the amarylis spell
four dimensions
4 is time. Stone
beyond adamantine
four rivers quadrate
rivers of Aquarius
father and mother
touching. Tango
Monad pleroma
the source of the
four streams, babalon,
cross that binds
four daimons,
Incorruptible seed
of nothingness, falling
accidentally through
space/time. dreamtime.
the force and aquiescence.
tango. gravity in our
bodies, but consciousness
its own creature. book
of dreams, illustrated,
the vision record.
Satisfy the demands
of dead by containing
your dark. Integration.
Morning orientation
of Venus. This is the
spring bloom. Earthing,
after the passage through
winter. Voice clarified,
this work you wanted,
saved from the fury.
The ritual healing the
bird of flame rises its
own daylight containing.
You ready for recording
breadcrumbs, leave them,
your backtracks are that.
spin web. Final Possession.
Self Possession. Pure will.
It's all you. What you were
when the story spun. all
was, in some form, there.
Various interests undeniable.
the same things now invoked
were in some form then.
the dark shape, your initiator.
an appointment. It came with
to that party- eye opened by
photo. silver gelatin print
of girl ghost in a cemetery
and you saw. Just like that.
remember, it was a circle
of girls. you became right
there, a thing of both.
Get reverberations from
time to time. web. prey
caught. My serpentine.
Medusa.

Sub-Continent

Desert driving
it was always
edged twilight
Didn't notice
in the ecstatic
memories, but
it's there. look.
deep in land
this continent
sacred places
the descent
Ft. Stockton
El Paso, Los
Cruzes, Tuscon,
Flagstaff, Kingman,
Havasu, Vegas,
Bakersfield
Death Valley,
Mono Lake,
Joshua Tree,
Seguaro, Pine
Wild horses,
Davis, Ashland.
right here.
This is your way. Right here.
Bringing magic over the rainbow.
Multitudinous paths lead. Expanding.
You keep it going, rippling out.
The tango is all pushpull darklight
you do no self service by wounding
the one your bound to-- even materially

Gentle

Mojave drive.
The road runs
through in all
directions. Dark
moon, to better
see the light. I
am here, friend.
Reminded of
the soothing
undulation of
desert toward
Sierra, Mono.

Good Day, Sunshine

Venus complex
seeking. Know
ledge. I am the
crossroad and
the vessel, protegé
of Venus, Vega,
Medusa, Queen
Fig tree of fire.
Her laughter

Cha-Cha-Cha

Invincible. The tap turns on.
Green and flowing. Free and
growing. The word is the deed
my expanding yalp.

Light Invokation

When you take the first step on the path
it appears a path cut straight through
the wood, wild neatly aside
but it's already rhizomic never ceasing
big bang and you don't know until it
gets clearer and fuzzier. the myth has a thousand
eyes, in every being that inhabits it.
they blink/glow in the trees.
Built your rhizome to inhabit. the
heart open letting earth up and
the crown rays lighting the prism
adamantine through the eye and
all meeting to sing forth bardic
this voice having let the other voice
through. heart emanations meet
the myth and the reaction is emergence
of the geni word of the corded rainbow
we built the altar and it was possessed
a ritual with cakes and scented water
and Venus on display in permutations
and boots of shiny shiny blue leather
Jackalope hops past piñata people
--so they're tricky. All of these sorts of
creatures are. sometimes a typist doesn't
know it. the perversity lies in all involved
because laughter echoes as the force
running in the veins

Rules of Craft

Practice all that presents itself
whatever works for you is yours
you own only what you can do
what you can do you own complete
spirit chooses or does not
if it does you follow.

Aquiescence is the prudent way
to go that feels so dangerous
but is a warriors self daring
thrash and show your terror
at facing infinity or look and
tremble not though terror runs
a course through all.

Do not flinch it stifles the will
the perfection of which lies
in the perfection of clarity
the will complete you have
no room for trifling this is
what frees from lust of result

Oceanic

Charm the water
lunar wise
shoal break

Serpentine

Many minds emerge
myriad as eyes of medusa
Algol through Vega,
by way of Venus, Dead
reemerge in the liminal
at the edges of day, the
boundaries of meaning,
In every beginning is
another beginning's end.
Those who can, now reach
starward with strange
technologies, spirit
taught. Spellbound to
the rainbow serpentine
flowing forth Mojave-born
in atomic winds my
father flies fathoming
space on rocket glare.
A Marvel to behold
stars for eyes,

Walk Close

Long guided.
What daimon
we know not.

Yeats

http://www.yeatsvision.com/daimon.html

The Greeks, a certain scholar has told me, considered that myths are the activities of the Daimons, and that the Daimons shape our characters and our lives. I have often had the fancy that there is some one myth for every man, which, if we but knew it, would make us understand all he did and thought. 

At Stratford on Avon

What marks upon the yielding clay? Two marks Made by my feet, two by my daimon’s feet But all confused because my marks and his Are on the selfsame spot, his toes Where my heels fell, for he and I Pausing a moment in our headlong flight Face opposite ways, my future being his past. Images II ‘there is a deep enmity between a man and his destiny’, yet ‘a man loves nothing but his destiny’ (Myth</). Per Amica Silentia Lunae

The Daimon seeks to unite itself with other Daimons but canot do this without the agency of the human mind. Its mind is simultaneous, untrammelled by either time or space, perceiving things in terms of their kinship to itself. Its symbolic form is the circle or sphere, and all things are present in an eternal instant to the Daimon which ‘remains always in the Thirteenth Cycle’ (AV A 220). At certain moments (Critical Moments) the human Mask becomes completely identified with the Will of the Daimon such that it can touch a form of this timeless consciousness. Although this implies some separation in the normal state of affairs, man and Daimonshould be regarded as part of a single spectrum of consciousness or a continuum of perception (see NLI MS 30,359).

This Way Comes

What strange things,
hide in plain sight,
cloak of invisibility,
is just obscurity.
It's a hard thing
to surrender.

Time Tracks

Laying down time tracks now.
The narrative structure is taking
over. The threads are about to
spread.Opening interconnections.
kickstart time travel thought experiment.
It's to go serpentine. Con licencia.

Maya Deren

“A witch is, actually, a successful (in the sense of surviving) deviant. You have a cultural, ideological, social, what-not pattern which is, for that society in question, normal (and, importantly, this is understood as a synonym for natural). Most people survive because they conform to these patterns, because they behave normally. […] But then suddenly you get a deviant which survives, and since it does not draw its support from the normal pattern, […] that deviant is understood as drawing its support from “unknown”, “supernatural” sources. […] If we cannot survive without our order, how can she [the witch] survive in solitude? Hers must be indeed a very powerful order to exist so independently, without all the inter cooperation and individual compromise which we have to go through to survive. And if it is so powerful, then it could destroy us. We must try to destroy it first.” 
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Maya Deren, “From the Notebook of Maya Deren”, 1947, October, vol. 14 (Autumn 1980): 21–45.

Instructions to Ease Intensely Spooky

(A something pretty,
set out front, anise.)

A haunt. Go the other
direction with offering
to spirit. Pioneer park.
there we once did hung.
an invokation to this day
my gift. You free and
beautiful now. Under
sycamore trees.

St. Cyprian of Antioch,
the overseer of such matters
reckons the boundaries.
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they like the scent of memory.
seduced where it beckons.
gone unto the soul's own
ruminations.



To revisit beauty is the
real opportunity. the razor's
edge away from the dark.

The message is gentle.
truce met perhaps.



Invoked freed
she becomes a locus genii
personal to me, a time link
in this place. friendly.

I smell a department store
in the eighties. There's
a lot of information here.

Wave-Form Eye

I drive without license. driven.
She comes in rattle. Serpentine.
Traces. seeing them in the old-
old world. The life that comes
through is so many-formed. The
chain rises to rungs higher. The
true scientist does this. In isolation,
and self-proved. Tradition not
your anchor but your clarity only.
The really open sentence. brimmed
to the limit of ambiguity. Mystics
will tell a tale that doesn't fit
the constraints of the linear. doesn't fit....
anything, really. She
is exactly this. Every form overcome.
Forever swirling. shifting. un-re-making.
Explosion or expansion. To see is
to unfocus to the myriad.
truly tis tale told idiot-wise
except to wisdom. Verily.
Born of the spirit. Marvel.
Banish the soul that troubles,
Alma, rest a bit. Respite from
my person.

Don't tether your growth.
It depends upon your
will, what it would. Here upon
many waters this is cast. touching
me touching you. Dancing in the
fire. Sleep. To dream. I reach.
When I think myself eccentric,
it's ironically. Relax. Letting go
is hard work. But the truth of will
is ease. Fiat. Go lightly, winter flower.
Yes you scintilla burn don't you?
Rest with smile like a satyr-nap,
let flame rest in coals anight to
rise amorn, icarian. All glimpses
slip and slip view to view.
This fear of being seen is strange.
mind the whiplash wit. mind it.
invoke the Maria divine light.

In Sugarland

I am the serpent that ascends the tree,
and I am the dove that takes shelter there,
and I am the tree. You fear me wrong, for
it is I who can understand all. You possess
no parts I do not own. I know hell very well--
your time in smoke -- in my company.
I've not been absent. Rather you've been indisposed.
We think someone knows. Feels it. She steps in.
When she needs to. It's a circuitous path.
Don't take that to mean it's directionless, or
rudderless. Third eye search light. Cast a
wild net. Time snags. Let go. Seen to.
This sacrament sustains. Twirling dove.
Tree of fire. Let go. Delve. You saw
the heart at the base of the tree and you
see how we're all connected. Easier to
trust the midwife. Out of space and out
of time we're here. The sweetness
is for amazement to look on splendors
so many faceted that the shards of
of rainbow pierce light itself as light
dreams the moon and she looks on
morning and evening stars and starlight
beams are the material of vision-seek.
You have the heart and x and the tree
of fire and the spirits that come to hear.
In the story, Sugarland is a journey,
you took. You brought back the bottle
of oblivion. This is the arena of proving.
So many don't flower.

Hag Bang

I've cast that wanton's bones
to the furies to unspool with
their madnesses.