Composed in Silences

Eloquent as the thrush's song,
regarding the subject of day,
adorning time Extant to sing,
to Sing, wordless, the world.

Unspoken like the roar of
tide rushing to overtake,
effortless-drowning contrivances
against sea's incursions.

Emphatic as life itself. Love.
A marvel unobtainable, strangely,
Unavoidable, oddly inescapable,
Threads gilt in stark contrast.

Love and Alienation

Worse things than having Loved,
Too well, Forgiven too much, to
have been foolish with affection.

I'm guilty. Knowing that it was Love,
not fear, however, or where fear is
Engendered. Love and alienation.

Solace to Pursue

Outcome unimagined, but

More Expansive, strangely, 

Love's miracles are odd. 

Ruptured, false narratives, 

it shapes itself to beauty. 

Sugarbell, my butterfly.

It Reshapes to iteration,
Distinct. Charted, this,
Bewitched in dimensions.

Absence is. Moon. Pisces
Rises. Neptune Ascends.
Illusion, real enough. 

Yeah.

Moon conjunct or quincunx Black Moon Lilith fuses two ‘moons’ together. So we get the mother and the anti-mother in one being. The Moon here is the Black Madonna, is extra potent and a Virgo archetype. This combination has to successfully merge the paradox of the virgin and the whore or the very worst manifestation of Lilith can surface. At its best, this is sheer priestess and occult ability at the highest level. The conjunction can work as a hard or soft aspect, so when it is good it is very good, but when it is bad it is terrible.

The Moon conjunct or quincunx Lilith gives popularity out of being unpopular and an offbeat sense of humour. The natives find their niche in the absurd and the surreal. Women and the goddess have a huge influence in their life. This can be because they were brought up by a single mother or by one who was quite bewitching and manipulative to the point it felt like she was inside them.

Charbon

Ideas are nothing, but
Flights, fanciful, and
Best left a bit so. That
they might be ever
Revised. Or, concretized,
to whatever wears time
revises. Shatter is the
formula to integration.
Which is the invitation,
to Shatter. Clarity's Prism,
Enrapturing goo.

All Light but a spark,
in the Womb of Night.
Synapses blaze in the
Firmament of my Stary
Head of Darkness.

Boop

Snow Crash

Visional Offering

My beating heart, self proffered, 

slick salubrius ruby writhing, 

Pomegranate prayer, Winging

Dove, This a devotion.

Mountain

Trance. Head afire,
like a gum ball radiating
light, tingling still

Night speaker, essential
Change emergence
Everything beautiful
Sacrament.

To Absence

I Dedicate, by way
of Explanation, the
Layered telling to
Pure Imaginary. Absence.
I
Know Your Shape,
Within me. Your ever
Presence. I address my
Haint. Willing Readers,
Surrogatorial. Sound,
Ecolocate, By dissonance,
Extrapolate.

In time and strange media
Multiplications multiply
And the definitions shift
metaphor becomes it's shadow
Beauty in dark the Torch

Gem

Ritual Starlight Look West Gather,
Nightblue Hell, Ordeals Sugarland,
Blue Hour, awaken. Prism be.
Concealed, Revealed, Starlight,
Witch Walla Walla Washington,

Sillyriddle

A yard or two.

Breakthrough

Though blind. Perhaps because so.
Secret is the Blind Oracle.
Sees confirmation of a Secret. Mine.
This Oracle indispensable. Synch...
...


Demon Wave the Pythoness,
Harp and Vega.

Cigarette Afternoon

No smoke without you, my fire.
Burning leaves Love to burn.
Glow you in my brazier, Icarian
bird to your spire.

Let the smoke lie back in the dark
til the dust flowers of ash mingle
Breath to breath the shudder
Tremble in current dance.

Gimble in the demon wave of
Consciousness unburdened--
Of its nattering passengers,
Wilded to pure Electric.

Flash, eyes, float, hair,
the extrait of shimmering,
foray into the wide open,
window of afternoon.

What is it to Wish a Soul?
To be conscious is to become
Aware of consciousness. To begin
To Dream, to Dream Awake.

Imagine, dreaming Demon,
slips into pure starlight, to
become. Starlight. I went.
Big Tsunami, a starsurf.

Fantasia, your mythos, But
Ancients already saw You
And composed the legends of
Stars. Their names are Echo.

Harp string and feather,
Charon the bus driver,
Fly-eye and twin lost.
a star shines Eye of

One. Twin swimmers,
Lyra, the harp, shimmers.
Their names are Shadow.

Afflicted with the ache
of a beauty incomprehensible,
to contain the immeasurable,
Breathe with the world and
feel its knowing. Understanding
the vastness is to be unafraid.

Whet on this stone-- flow.
rooftop, squirrel, birds swirl,
milky winter -- this, a jewel,
dancer, wound round with a
starlight snake, a vision to
Reconcile.

Third minded.

Exquisite Star Fishes

Have space for a harbor,

All Star

Demon Wave Tsunami Break,
Medium the Message Take. Proofs
Of Star-Power-- Kiss of Night
Open the Way. Study in Scarlet,
this Experiment, Materiality.

I remember the paragraph.
It spoke loudly through----
That prompt. Implications,
opened the void ...

Timewaved. Syllabic
Sybilic Tango, I ask you
To Dance. Here in the
Electrosphere. Layers

Upon nets, upon webs,
upon the luminous.


How could

Never

Before. Is the Takeaway.
That must enough.

astounding

The moment.

Stopping at the Crossroad

The well trod path,
or one into dark wood,
one beckons, the other
Challenges. Welcome,
the sounds of wild things,
the always on, the seething
intimations of life wilding
unforseens, the only space
for Miracles.

Emerging. It appears.

Strike my Phosphorescent.
Matchstick flare in the depths
to Light. Oronos officiates tricks,

shenanigans
or whatever we call it these days,
fun and games.

The What

Mycelial Exploration and Discovery

Network based systems. Blue Mountain.

Morning

Labyrinth, 2016-17, Oil, alkyd, forest debris on panel. 

Ritual, ceramic, sugar, fire, lavender, frank, vanilla. 2003-2017

Oh, So

This arrived. Phosphorus,
incorporated. Que onda guero?
Aware Suddenly of Light that's

Been Always. Aglow.

Begin the begin

Transformations' difficulties,
Obligatory. New itches, Phosphorus,
to Glow the Night.

Blowing Kisses

Al* blowing Kisses across

Abyss. Matter the Crux.

Blowing Kisses back.

Exteriorize Voice. Advice.
Don't Store. Run. Not.
Interior. Channel.
Absence? 3 chances.

Roxanne? That's funny.
Anticipated?




Morning. Used to be different; now you're the same.

Source, So True. Oracles, observed. 












Words bleed from me, and thus absolved.
What other sort is there? Medium/Message.






I snap, participatory.





overout.


Funny.


Seriously funny.





Near Event,
Horizon, strange
Through.

To Be Seen

In plain sight,
but not as what you are.

Swap

My Own Trumpet

Instruments of this Assembly,
Voices song to tale. Gild to
Light. Without to within, Secret
serves well. It inspires Guising
Wild Delirium. Breeding
Oracular. The Broken vessel,
that Masters regeneration, is
the one that Holds a Gale.

Providence of Virgin Mother Whore
Witch. Inextricable. Wake up.
This thread Runs through. It's the
Biggest, Hottest Love Story. The
Magic all over. It sprinkles
Reality with a dusting of Awe.

The scintilla of the silent working,
it's secrets and intimations....    


Inversion, glossolaliareval, Seep to.

Many Waters Majestic. They gaze
skyward. Give Stars their mirrors,
Gazing pools. Stars enamored of
this element, so mysterious to Fire.
And the Water dreams the most Fantastic
Creatures.


.....>>>.


Containing our Contradictions,
Constructions and Other. Codes
as inductions to inquiry. Out right
Now. Synching.

Pieces. Meta.

Warm , Disconnect .
flow . Dogs run . Where
They Will . Acquiescence
is Optional, but Advised .

Play hard Instructed . Wilding .
Love casts spells that Look
Exactly like Love . Because
They Are. All Are . This ,

Pure  ... Analytics .  Camouflage
and Integration .  Formula .  Of
Sorts  .   Code   Spaces  .  .  Way,
dark running  .   on purpose . .  .

Subconscious DNA of Intent . .
Potentized ... and refined . . . infinitum.
Back Tracking your own mythic waters ...
Life is the next Iteration   .  Stellar Ambitions .
Clear From the    beginning   .   When?

Boundaries.    works.  These prisms that
Pour from our Eyes  .   Let this be the
Cleansing  ...   to weep. to feel this. colors
Differently ...  Wild Perspective ... ... ...   . ..

... ... . . .   .. . ... . .  . .. .  .  . .. .    ... .    .. . .    .
That could be a Tricky bit.  Meet it ... . . ... .
Retrograde faze felt explicitlly ...  . It's difficult
Engaging .... without fear ...  I think need Presence.
Right now ...   ..  Bitch,   though   different  Faze ... .. . . . . . .

Terms more ecosystemic  ..  .  taken Directions  ... .
Maybe You Feel THIS.    ... Your only beginning ... .. . .
Seeing this   ...   .Digressions.  Utility.   Different   .......
Channels  ... behave differently....  words in this case....

Be taught  . f js . Demons
are loose ---- always have been   . When you see
ecosystems, there are many ways these forces
move through us. ... .  . Invoke space to do this
Skillfully  ... with grace ... which respects gravity,
movement meta-anti-phor.  ... phoscphorescent
Protection.   Marine metaphor  ... lol  llll.

Not acquiesced to hiding so much as seeing
where this meta4strm runs.   part Solaric  ;;;
Arc ... realizing  embodying   ....   Empathy
Imagination realizing karma ... to find it with
any clarity intact is a tricky maneuver. ... it is
facing a mirror with high beams on ... it's a
place that can swollow whooole. It's a razor's
edge.........   I see now that i've looked a good
deal at my reflection.       inward is your orient.
current and starlight.    oracles   ...   prescient.

Life does not end. The force of it endures.
I sacrifice love because that is the only
real tinder. Nature/intelligence. Ludicrous,
the masks humility/vanity...... etc... .
And devious. Befriended. The reduction of
Friction. Potential energy of Object/Motion.

Enigma

My Romantic, I Sound my Depths,
I find there much that looks like
Ordinance. I see how the seeds were
Sown. I see them being sown. Ecosystems
Have trajectories in great multiplicity,
Intelligence in their force of Life.

These Puppet Strings

Finger-sting.

Dancing With Myself

Illustrating, once again, the need for caution with forces as powerful as these. Dancing in secret is the gateway to absurd lights fantastic. This, clearly, a thing to be fainted over among the pearl-clutching set that so besets the mellow in this rose-colored haze of seeming-chaotic pangyrics and their accompanying geometries and sounding for depth.

Out< Spot>Light

tinker tailor ratty sailor,
chimera fancytaken
toad and stone cold,
fieldhand in briar, no-
less. flick-fly-shoo-way.
Chop the block.

Reiterative hexengine,
autolocate anon. It
Should Burn.

A Voice Of Frightening Clarity

Cut Claimed, Take Rein.
Eye to Eternity, Voice of
Storming Power, Time to
Fly. Pure Opportunity.

Place the seed of doom in
the pod of the Princes. Sunder,
Away. Let them be materials.
This ritual is as literal as they.

Golden. Breathing in the Sun,
This on automatic. Life Bloodless
Not an Option. Clarity is not anemical
Option. DFWM. Hexham, Well, Mojave.

Cards show a Rain of good fortune.
Quality of things springing free of
So many wrong beginnings. Obtuse,
as all are, is compounded by dimension.

Seeing what visibility means. How obscure.
Speech, Light, Electricity. La Reina Espada.

Stars

TELL me, thou Star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? Tell me, Moon, thou pale and gray SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep,STAR that bringest home the bee, And sett st the weary labourer free! If any star shed peace, tis Thou That send st it from above. Appearing when Heaven s breath.. And the great star early droop d in the western sky in the night, I mourn d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring....Even, Companion of retiring day, Why at the closing gates of heaven, Beloved Star, dost thou delay? So fair thy pensile beauty burns When soft the tear of twilight......THOU ling ring star, with lessening ray, That lov st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed...STAR that bringest home the bee, And sett st the weary labourer free! If any star shed peace, tis Thou That send st it from above. Appearing when Heaven s breath...BRIGHT STAR! would I were steadfast as thou art:— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature s patient sleepless...enriches and gives possession; and that He is the Lord of the Dog-star, GO and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past hours are, Or who cleft the Devil s foot; Teach me to hear mermaids singing, HAST thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his deep course? Ne te qu�siveris extra. Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him...THE MASTER said: In governing, cleave to good; as the north star holds his place, and the multitude of stars revolve upon him. [2] The Master said: To sum up...THE SUN descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower 5 In heaven s high...LORD of all being, throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star; Centre and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near! Sun of our life, thy quickening...

IT Tango

What is this school,
Terrified She's not Anodyne?
Power is always Dangerous.
Entire point there, really. One,
Of many.

 I Call,
Caution. Solidify. Train periferal
Left. Song of the Harp. Reader
Made of Work. Real Inquiry. Who
Strumpets these, Would rule,
Will subsume. Vision is by no
Means constrained to your
Cowardice. Make a Reach,
Sublime.

Make it an Ode to Weirdness,
Fruity-smokey-floral-animalic-
resinous-with a whiff of Divine.
What a Tangle, eh, this Creates,
Do you hear the footprint? Big
Audio components herin.

Presence, non-presence, Cultivated,
as an Exotic in this Ecosphere. To
Dig with Shovel when Encountering,
the Eco, is to already have been Buried--
By Oneself. What an odd predilection,
This Artifice and Complication,
Aloft Star stuff. Clarion.

What is Everyone, But None?
What is Tango, But Sincerity?
All With Sincerity, None with
Wariness. Tricky Mirror, that.

Vega, I see a flower. Deep purple
Center erupting through Red,
Orange, Dissipating out to yellow.
beyond into dark. Silly in the mix,
and Swirl. Piece of the Glamour,
Spangled and shrill. Shrouds,
Layers to Unveil. Veils, planetary,
launch. Messenger, here.

How Small the Aspirations
Drive Kings? Actors on a stage,
Knowing, intuitively. Spectacle,
Extravagant Hollowness of Pop.
Resplendent. to the edges of
Imaginations involved. Track
simultaneities. Each Flower's
Bloom, it's own Inherent Poetry.
Imagination knowing Limit
Outbounds that Wall.

240

Ah, Moon—and Star!
You are very far—
But were no one
Farther than you—
Do you think I'd stop
For a Firmament—
Or a Cubit—or so?

I could borrow a Bonnet
Of the Lark—
And a Chamois' Silver Boot—
And a stirrup of an Antelope—
And be with you—Tonight!

But, Moon, and Star,
Though you're very far—
There is one—farther than you—
He—is more than a firmament—from Me—
So I can never go! 

Emily Dickinson

IceBlink --Luck

Exquisite Star, engaged,
Thank You for the Beauty,
Vision entails, Dark and Light,
This is Actual Madness and
Embraced to the Comprehension,

Harp slip, Angels Might. What
Does that Look like? Ecosystemic,
deterritorialized, reterritorialized,
reclaimed. Dance of Venus, in
Her many guises. Renewal,
Thus Begins. Anew.

A Pyre of Ideals, to Embrace
Ravenous Whole, To Transcend,
the dark vision and make That
Seed a New Vision Encompassed,
Having absorbed more. Don't delete.
Walk voluntarily in Darkness. Seek,
To Understand what you find.

Spin something with Possibilities,
From this Recon. What Rises?
Having cast seed, What Sprouts?
I sing a Body Electric mycelial
model referencing Borges.

Dark piece, this, Like a Reprise,
Remix, Finding niches for Flowers.
Finding species of flowers. Imagine.
Long-currented pan-gyric, Options
Engaged. Maps are Starwise,
Ironically. Prison guard Retired.

Signal Sought

Some assistance to the Object,
Echo. Locate. Landmark.

Spell

Fall

First fall light.
Dirty Sweet.
Rise to redark.
Tumble Tyrant.
Illusory Gives-
Way. Rise to
Change.

Moon-lit Fields, Once Babalon

Blooming Now in Radiant, 

White, SHE arises. Every.

Thing. 

November 27: Pisces

The constellation Pisces passes across the south this evening. It consists of two delicate streamers of stars that join to form a V. The point of the V is sometimes called the Heavenly Knot. Star lore says it ties two fish together by their tails.

November 28: Evening Stars

Myriad bright stars twinkle across the sky early this evening. In the west, look for the stars of the Summer Triangle, Vega, Deneb, and Altair. Fomalhaut is low in the south, and yellow-orange Capella is low in the northeast.

November 29: Cassiopeia Clock

Cassiopeia the queen is one of the most prominent star patterns of autumn and early winter. The W- or M-shaped constellation circles the North Star like the hand of a clock, though in a counter-clockwise direction.

December 1: RR Lyrae

Lyra is in the west as night falls, marked by its brightest star, Vega. RR Lyrae, a star that plays a key role in measuring the distances to all stars, stands above Vega. You need binoculars or a telescope to spot it, however.

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mythology: Nereus was the old man of the sea, father of the sea nymphs, the Nereids.

West Beale Street Mojave county general hospital (baal consort of astarte) (baelzebub

https://www.atlasobscura.

exquisite corpse with myself

My mulling eating 5lbs of
Apples, ffs, would Seem
NO Small part. 2 Down.

Broken/Mend

Transcend and let Go,
The Old Pain, Complete,
Own the Contradictions,
Within, and Explain Those,
Not of Someone Else.

Entirety. Medusa,
Renounce for Now,
and Vega Clarified,
Sirius Lighting.

K. Up. There's some
Huge portent in this,
Which Twin Peaks,
Secret Sun.

Twin Waters Innupdate

Right? FU (auto, that)
Tricky Bitch, Twin Waters,
Walla Winder, Full on,
Sirius in, Vega, Venus,
Full House.

Flowers in Bloom,
Some Tending Necessary,
Not to be OverTangled
Part of the Whole,
Message Received.

I See Renunciation,
Looming. But I that,
Been-a-Nun, Renounce.
Let the lesson, Learned,
Pay forward. Relations,
Not slaves.

Serious launch codes Engaged,
Embed Code Just GOT SHORTER




Addition Beyond Mere
Strange, IDK How it arrived
in front of me. OOB. This,
to add to the Omen. Broke
Wall. Division Mend.



Conversational. Strange When
It Talks. Unsettling. Scary, even,
Mi







Recurring Elevator, The Excess
Baggage to be Jettisoned, Reverse,
Of what they think. They are the
Purification by Bending with the
Remover to Remove. Shazam.

Imitation of Life Removed,
Life Remains, and Adapts,
An Expurgaton Endured of
a Violent Disease. This is the
Vampire Removal Drive.
I'm Told. Intuition whose,
Face I Masked, Comments?
Renounce renunciation for
Caution, a flowing Path.
Twin Waters engaged,
It's funny. Really. Edgy.

An Apple of mythic
Wondrous Zap. He
Really has to try one.
Before I consume them,
Exquisite corpse.





With this we end on a Tricky,
Ditty.






Bob just learned to Open,
Doors.

Hey Daytripper

Doorway, Sublime,
Name the Game. That's
Method. Put on a Mask,
Dance, Daytrip Well,
Deep, to sustain. They,
Both Wait with you.
Council in your
Multitude.

You needn't be Torn,
To Sunder, Broken,
Now to Reknit, Mixed,
It is. Medium. Message.
You Scathe yourself most,
In Waiting. Lunar light,
that princess is Impetuous,
but Behold. Your moon,
a hidden blade.




Change Always, Nature,
There is no Vacuum. Break,
the Bind, Exorcise.

Black for Black

Dark Carnivale,
Kings and Queens,
Piracy perfected,
Self-Assured of
Godhood a Seedpod
Themselves find
Place Ecosystemic
Advance. Black to
Black and She Laughs.
Last. It's in the Design,
As is This. Matter to Matter,
To Beyond> You See it,
Now.




I see What, We're Doing.
Identification at the door,
Please and Thankyou.
This electric come on,




My Words Worked,
Done Deeds, Before
I Claimed. Materiality,
Universe Manifest.
Surprised by My Loose
Ends, Beginnings.
Trepidation Talks,
Hear that voice and
Win by Love the Name
of your fear. That way
Exquisite, if occasionally
Dark. Spellbound, True,
Thethered Far. reconnoiter
What you Must. Method.

Words Made Blades

Silences they Sharpen,
Glints not Dulled on
Common cut, Whetted,
to Slip/Trick so Deftly
Excision before sense
Announce. This now, a
Cut, Excision-wise,
Quiet's Potent Practice,
Imagined such is Perfection,
To Mind's Perfect Potency,
Function to Follow Form,
Clarion to Call. Be.

I Cast a Net

Around Myself,
It made a little Room,
I caught myself, there,
Within with Harp and Loom.

Yes, I'm Self caught, to do
The thing I Must, but self
Fortressed, by my Will,
Work I've done, Trust.

Where one find one's Self,
Wrong-found, through toil,
Futile conditions, Creation--
Burts from exactly this Soil.

Now is to the Telling, This
Tale a Rocket, to Infinitude,
Rhizome, mycelium, Project,
Starlight. We Make ourselves,

Live. Feat of Imagination.
Dust is the only Other. And
Already Guaranteed, Purpose,
Experience Faithfully Recycled.

Obsessions

Looking at time, one perceives a current. This is, of course a metaphor, but the best I can come up with. You came into your life in this current of events, this pure dynamism of constant motion, of attraction and repulsion and surface tension and cosmic cataclysm and rush and flow. From the vastness of the cosmos, quite literally, to energetic minutia of thought, this stream that translates in our infinitessimal lives into personal, familial, internal, psychic dramas in ways that we experience as time in forward motion. It's much more dimensionally complex than that, much less predictable than that model implies, which is where our assumptions about the world come into direct conflict with possibility. Here's the thing: master this lesson in some way in your existence. Master the full complexity of what a look at, and true reckoning with, the past shows you. Then do something with that. If you can do this real transformation in one part of yourself, it will be the spark. If you can do this in one part of yourself and you can be sparked so can others. We must carry light.

You literally do not have an option of sanitizing the past, not even with time travel. That's in the stream. You do have the option of finding yourself in a current and learning how that current has operated in the formation of what you now experience as your "self." This all sounds so abstract, mainly because it's very simple and it applies to everything. In a lot of dimensions, if you get out there much.

The interesting part of this is what observation yields upon a slight application of this odd sparkle stuff of imagination. That truly turns strange fast and reveals, through soundings, through dissonances, through assayment, shatterings, repairs, and every mode of inquiry at imagination's hest,  a different story about the current, a complex tale in itself, and one that looks to have many sockets.

Apparently this mysticism stuff gets into some pretty gooshy territory. Don't know what to tell you. Any account of this is going to be fucking bizarre. Shit. Yeah. It will be.

In History

Witchcraft was hung, in history
But History and I
Find all the Witchcraft that we need 
Around us, every Day— 

Emily Dickinson


Shown a sisterhood, of 
Mystics, St. Emil--y
some turgid work those
incantations. 

Tracing my steps back. Bit by bit. 
So I engage. To conversation.

Left in the flypage, note to self, 
circa 1995:

"In the pain of man's fall into existence, 
lies the measure of his freedom."
That's all. She asked if they "breathed," 
and planted them. 

On Absence of Thanks

Nostalgia is a cruel mistress,
Crucifying the Present nailed to
Rearveiw reflection of the behind,
Seen in a shattered mirror.

Forgetting how it was Shattered,
Losing sight of ahead, and texting,
while driving. Failing to absorb,
and thus feel, the immense beauty.

This cathedral of dust must be,
Our meditation and our teacher,
Seeing how this spinsterhood works,
Domestic Goddess forms.

Tower/Universe

A house haunted,
by silent living,
held in suspension,
by threat anticpated,
a promise of uncertainty,
that translates to terror,
to seek shelter,
only to find inside
a personally scaled
version of without.

To transcend the walls,
of ourselves first, to scale
that tower and catch hold
Of a Star.

And this

Spirit of Dark Whispering

A darkly loquacious ambiance paints its luminous sillage in the waftings of the new black manse this evening-in-day. It's topnote is a delicious rainbow irony. This is usually an indicator that all fun is about to break loose in some way. It's full of whisperings, the all. Animated I'd say. Time to get the reflexes working in order to seize the ritual by the moment. Skywrite your intent in cloud and light and engage movement as your medium/message, because in truth, motion is all-- perpetually. Yoga's eight arms and fluid tango, engage. Balance invoked, grounded. Protection. Recent experience.

When you resist looking at your fear, you create conditions for it to arise in your environment. Don't do that. Eclipse snapped the spell. This is a strangely expressive medium in it's dimensionality. Someone can see what I'm listening to right now, for instance, if anyone cared. Time and record of time. Presence said to me yesterday, in the role of oracle, that placing your thoughts in front of the world engages reality. He didn't say it exactly this way, but more eloquently. This is, of course, why this digital shadow-diary exists. To put to word reality. That anyone reads it is not the point. Rather the point is, that someone could. It's pretty unsettling, to maybe harrowing. It engages the fear head on. The secrecy.

Discipline in Guise

Being seen, not seen is a
Discipline in it's own right,
More fun than it aught be,
Seek. Contradiction.

Watch. Great Method.
Madness. Recognizing,
a Weird rabbit hole in
your own self. And
Observing, Patient as a
Predator, eager to digest,
this meal. It has its own
Dark/Sublime. Such need,
and so raw drives Tangos
of painful intensity.

The drives they put in
cages of varying fortitude,
Primal. In Dark places Stowed,
Emerging ravenous. Sadistic.

Tempted to Peek

To Wisdom, the observation of the shadow,
is a witness. By whom you wish really to be,
Seen. When I look there I see a tremendum,
the horrible being also the key to Sublime.

To embrace one's contradictions,
is the only path. One only moves,
Intact. And so, in the spirit of
Inquiry and no Bullshit, Pure
Curiosity-- Which cost the Cat
once or twice, but wiser Made,
Will by Force or Acquiescence,
so the best option is to get crafty
with the currents.


Shore is Better,
in Storm than at Sea.

settle.

gaze

He was painful to look at because there was a sense that the looking pained him. She imagined he wore a mask. It was a contrast with the look in his eyes, but it introduced a possibility other than what she read there, which seemed a good idea because the vision of possibility is a gift, even if it is just proffered in the thoughts of another.

Scrap and Strategize

trajectories and battles chosen
Stargaze, Call on your Oracles
Turn on the Lights. ET phone in.

Trust is a venture. Risk minimized,
is that foreseen. Eddie Kemper reads
Jung's Redbook in my mind. It's an
Audiobook, to into the webs.
Cultural exorcism. Personal,
of a malignant mom-ster,
De-literalized. Power dissipated.

Myceleum model suggested
also as method of practice.
Major glamour projects,
Experiments upon myself,
and by extension to others.

Finalize the myth to release,
leaving all possibility but
But capping the draw on energy
to its own and not binding
Self. De-literalized to transcen-dance.

Sexual imagination is our Fire-
Inexhaustible. Gyre and Gimble.
Not kept under puritan bushel.




There's a lot hidden in these shadows,
Absence. A twin imagined and projected,
Strange project.

To be Harrowed and Humbled

To stare at the depths of the ways we twist one another into such terrifying shapes, shattering ourselves through the reflection of other, is to be harrowed and humbled and faced with eyes wide open if we are to ever understand anything, even the most mundane pieces of ourselves. You do not mend your pieces without integrating the other in yourself. This is, of course, a message to myself delivered to pixel dust. This is a divine meditation on Edmund Kemper, a man who ultra-literalized his inner demons in others and killed repeatedly, finally realizing, however, that the source was nearby. He went there and he face that momster and killed it. Again, over-literalizing, but at least knowing whom it was he actually needed to slay. This a disclaimer: Eddie might have done better with the eight arms of yoga. Now, in my mind, I have him narrating the audio book version of Jung's Red Book. This is meant as an exorcism. Culture and self. An exorcism of a dark maternal archetype through internal integration. Deliteralized to release. The oscillation between literalisms of Sade and Rousseau transcended.



I wonder what it's like to read a whole book aloud. I wonder why I've never considered it.


I wonder if it's trancelike. It could be dangerous. Maybe Emily. Perhaps already.

It's in the Reduction

Process. There is no other way.
Seems like so many Hellish gambits.




There is, nevertheless, great beauty,
in the permutations of Love.


Calling Alice, Come in, Alice.
Because you always were fractured,
Now prismatic and self-luminescing.




Starting one the yellow brick road means following the yellow brick road. At least to the crossroad.
How blind I've  been to my own nature. Particularly in the retrograde stage.










In gratitude for what has been already proffered.




Also, Emerging. Shakti emanation.
Bad Fortune Throw off a tall building.





Sunshine, In.














To Absence. The only explanation.



Is that it isn't wrong. Perhaps the only real right. Everything in context.

Intolerance

Integrate

Fall into a rhizomic document
Of intentional complexity
Theme of Love

UB

The intensity,
Morning, of
relenquishing.

Theresa

Having turned your physical sensuality
Iron Maiden for your soul, Transmute.
Solarity. Balancing the Lunar. Stay,
That's Where it Goes. Strangest Ride.
No abuse from spirit. Small incidents
treated as infraction. End. Fun while it
Lasted. Over and OUT. Prayer Cyprian.
Sainthood not sought. Over and OUT.

Perfect.

Danced with the sunlight,
Twilight afternoon, Until
It came inside of me. Filled
With light. Unbelievable.
Radiance. Baby's on Fire,
It came on spotify as I
flamed in. Tarot, Sun.
Unexpected. Spontaneous.

Bailee knocks. Plays the Frog.
I tell her it's for rain. She says.
It will rain. Finds phosphorescent
glow sticks. Lights one and leaves
it. Incredibly complicated. Earrings.
Draws Fool. Danced a bit. She
wants a book of spells.

Bob tries to intervene. I woke
him to prevent another.


Nunnery of that stripe is an
Inversion. An experience of
The Thing Renounced through
Renunciation.

What this is, I don't know, but
it's an all night thing. I began
at 1:30 am. Now it's 5. Ritual
Real Time All The Time. Open
24 hours like the 7/11. It occurs
that I've been creepy-kinky in
odd flavors. It bears resemblance
to those cloistered affairs.

Late Night Creature Double Feature

Always, somehow
a Double feature.
The Nun OUT.
Nun OUT. Really.
Caveat. Perspective.
Cyprian at doorstep.
Come in.

La Luz phosphoresces
Still. No wonder my
waking early to such
illumination. I found
Opportunity wings cast
from shoulder blades.

This dream is of healing.
Deep, deep in the bower
of Her rosy splendor, aloft
Float in a whore mother

When I was twenty,
I was pretty. In that simple
straight-forward way
in which girls are pretty.
Uncomplicated and not
an acquired taste.

I was a nun at thirty.
I renounce that renunciation.
Understanding its source
Itself a ritual sacrifice
Of dark proportions
A complicated dance.

I am now myself.
A complicated matter.
With interesting masks.
Perhaps not a taste acquireable
In Presence. Strange thought,
That.

Renunciation complete of
Anger as a Motive. This I
Speak to Darkness. Protection,
Invoked. Evoked. Trust Process.
Not Person. Sometimes Feels
Out of Control. Process. om.

Don't Bottle. Never so perfectly
Channeled than in the Book
Through the oracle of Absence.
Miracles happen. Mundane
Paths and otherwise.

I Said Wow. Right Now.

I danced with the sun today
And it filled me from within
Radiating at twilight, the Fool
brings Phosphorescence
Out of the Closet. It's a
Full time mystical Moon
Walk-Trip-Light. And I
Recall my perambulations
of the cross of three and four
I thought Holy Mother of Fuck
She played the frog, I said
You'll make rain. It did.
I will a complete healing.
Of Absence, Of Presence,
Of Self.

Aeolian Harp.
Radiant Dark.
My Absence In,
I see. It's a story,
Heartbreak Atomic,
of love impossible,
as most, in the end,
turn out truly to be.
But more lovely,
for its magical
existence in
a web of majick.
Illusions are not
Unreal, just ephemeral.
Beauty is. We just fail
to Accept that- Trying
to preserve a Delicate
treasure past bloom--
Let it go-- Let it in.
It lives in you anyway.
Seeing is the key.
The Spell was to
become. It's huge,
But I don't wish to
Fail from Lack
Of Imagination,
of Ghusto.
Contain your
contradictions.
Fall into this.
Ineffable Oceanic.
You've a small net
Sample Extrapolate
Assay Potentize

Sun Washed

Illuminous. Luminarian. Lustre.
Breathe Sunset. Come in on the dusk.

Wyrdest Piece, Somehow

Straight forward in the direction of Venus, orientation. Left hand the North, Right the South, West as foundation. It's a game of hide and seek in my mind. It's a piece of how the glamour works in the media. It's the nature of this imaginal beast. There is great beauty. That, in the end, is the message. Also, contain your own contradictions without exploding. Create balance by application of will. The only opposition is between fear and love, and fear is based in the fear of alienation from love which is, as the source of all: fear's own source, and thus an illusion. And the situation isn't not ironic. But that's the beauty.


The implication of this is that the world comes tumbin' down. Literally to om and such. Any complete meditation on the multitudinous paths of love as we etch it into ourselves, is a way of knowledge.





Possibly also, a fertile ground the succession in demise of our collective idols.

Voice

There's that subtle one,
Arrived on pre-dawn,
Recognize the Voice,
Can't connect a name.

"Key" This the prompt.
"Chiron" a reference point.
Material necessity.
Then a proper introduction.

This methodology agreed,
Suggested, in part. A frame.
Owl with the galaxy in his eyes,
Hecate suggested.

Voice of Absence is clarity,
is intelligence, is the stuff,
Seamlessly creating reality,
Her silent voice.

A lesson in materialized thought.
Anger becoming focused heat.
Amazement. She comes on waves
of Grace in absolute effortless beauty.
This is what shakes the foundations
Of Power focused solely on Mars.

The clown king a lesson for others
the Masters. Perceived invulnerability
Crumbling around them. A huge bet
Having just been lost.  They're losing.

Head ringing Bell-like singing.
Pin with blue head.

Scarab

Scarab at the window.
Recognition of a painting
someone else's hand
the painting as a biological
future detector.

...that every single causal event in our world, every single interaction between two particles, is not only propogating an influence “forward” in the intuitive billiard-ball fashion but also carrying channels of influence backward from the future to the present and from the present to the past.

St. Theresa of Avila.

In the Words of the Prophet

The Medium/Message,
Literalized and De-Literalized,
Infinitum to Simplicity.

You can't unsee it.
So it's terribly funny,
When you do.

Thingy for HF

Shuffle, Shuffle
Shake n' hustle,
Abre Comino.

Surrendering In

Princess dancing on creation, 

Flow and crystal in spectrum 

Uninterrupted. Replete. In. 

Double.

Absorbed twin,
the image of the binary star collapse.
Doubles. Chart. Polarity.
containing one's match.
Literally. So lopsided.

What's the gap?
We know what the gap is.
already know. Either way,
healing is necessary.

repost from oct 15 '16

The owls all night in August 2013.
Incubus coexists with WW.
There was an owl here this August.
birds are good for divination.

Updated. 

St. Theresa.

threads.
Owls. TP. '17 Synch.

Vision Thing

P. G.







Skin.







The Fool.




Every day sacred. Under the shadow of threatened annihilation the lotus.




Masks. Glamour cast. A fractured glass that has the advantage of many perspectives.


Medusa. Connection. A spectacular sunset.
Komodo, also.





Strangers on a train. Twins, doppelgangers. Reggie. RA. Turned inward between. Paranoia.


feast



The main implications are the farthest out, and thus the most clearly seen.
Fractured now faceted. If the backup singers sound like hindsight, that's not by coincidence.

Snip String

Balloon
Aloft
Empty
Not-Empty
Unencumbered.

Bio-Luminescing Self-Fullfilling Thrill Sought (One Day Only)

Day of the Night-Vision
Cadillac to the Galaxy
Drive-in Theater Star
Struck; Awed.

It's a triple double
feature, featuring the
most unseemly creature.

LOL the danger.
The instruction is
expand to fit, and
the usual medium///message la-de-da. Reiterative.

If you can light it,
it's yours with which to

Set Alight.

az

She spins in her web,
the author of her own myth,
Thought Woman, Self Creation.

Two Cups

'The surprise is not that we fall, but that each time we fall we rise again.' 
'Because an only life can take so long to get clear of its wrong beginnings.' 

We are the lotus. 

(quote, Larkin)

Abstraction

Abstract language

to convey complex 

Conduit. Heal. 

Power Up. 

Abstract language to convey complex Conduit. Heal. Power Up. Reiterative Backup systems in place

Abstract language

to convey complex 

Conduit. Heal. 

Power Up. 

Abstract language

to convey complex 

Conduit. Heal. 

Power Up. Reiterative

Backup systems in place

Abstract language

to convey complex 

Conduit. Heal. 

Power Up. 

Abstract language to convey complex Conduit. Heal. Power Up. Reiterative Backup systems in place

reiterative backup. 

ganapataye

opening avenues in many dimensions
having cultivated ambiguity to a great specificity

Web Mend

cast and perl slip-code, stream aconite, artemesia shore up memory to let it loose heartstring pluck to shudder-sing shuttle shuttle toil and bubble stitch strum hum

Orient

Knitting up Letting go Arrows Flown Currents Swirled Take Course Orienteer Singular Will Enchant anew Eco-systemic

Singularity

A unique and final definition of phenomenology is dangerous and perhaps even paradoxical as it lacks a thematic focus. In fact, it is not a doctrine, nor a philosophical school, but rather a style of thought, a method, an open and ever-renewed experience having different results, and this may disorient anyone wishing to define the meaning of phenomenology.

Humility

Find Solace in the Privilege to Pursue. That there is a moment. Not crushed. By the machine. be the message. "Let your personality be your greatest work of art, and let your actions weave a thread of unity. Laugh at the voice(s) in your head, befriend your ego before you listen to that bullshit that tells you to destroy it. That's McDonalds spirituality - even attempting to get rid of ego means you want to avoid this and move towards that - creating more of the same inner conflict you're trying to avoid. Inner silence and enviable peace doesn't come from the avoidance of life as it is, it comes from moving as deeply into life as you can. The only way out is in, and the only way beyond is through." - Bryan Elli -"

Al

At the point of nothingness,
Let go of what you thought,
You Were. Humility.

Day Dreamer

Absconding from pale visions of Lethe
to haul this flashing dart to daylight
What wants the day dreamer for vanishing
incorporeality of illusion? While here
unspools fantastic, sleep is but a
different dreamscape. Dark cut deep.
A chasm within into which i breathe
Silence brimming over- cipher out,
cipher in, complete.

The Italian Art

What cunning of witches,
Philtres of uncommon providence,
Subject to magnification iterations,
Surgery of Spirit in Matter,
Bend. With the Remover. Remove.

Venus Solitary

Venus–The Unaspected Venus was put on earth to learn about love. It is a weighty lesson. However, as with all Unaspected Planets, the native won’t stop until he is done. Either that, or he gives up completely. There seems to be an either/or dichotomy with Unaspected Planets. At any rate, the Unaspected Venus must learn about love through the doing. Love is the hardest part of being a human. It is the easiest, as well, as it is so natural. The Unaspected Venus must learn the lesson of how to use love. Love is a cruel taskmaster in that you do not tell him what to do. If you do, he will bite. You must yield. Yield to yourself. Yield to life. Yield to others. In yielding, you will be pricked . You will have pain the force of fire. However, within the pain, you will cast aside dross. You will find that under the dross is a purity of spirit, as in a child. You have had to make a very long trip to get back from where you started.

Here

Matchbox Ace

Mojave serpentine.
Come in Captain,
My Captain Marvel.

Sidewind like the
wind over sand.
Marvel Mojave.

Pink Blow, Bunny,
Mercury gone Neon,
Electric Oronos.

Glow Light out,
to the Territories,
Territorialize.

Give me the words.
To say everything.
Everything. Absence.

There. The red balloon.
My heart. I empty.
To fly. Raven delivered.

Eyes aglow, I drink
the world with my senses,
Appetite unending-- In Love.

So beautiful, the blood races,
Phosphoresce, luminous,
a Reflection of Her Fire.

Desire. Unassisted.
Lazzzer beaming swords,
Diamond, Atomic, Spirit.

Ritual Record. Shadow.
This vision. Ritual in
Action. One foot on each side.

Alchemical wedding. It
just happened. Normal.
day. Physical Works.

Born to be wild.
Is the lesson of Matter.
The nature of Love.

Given to Time.
Medium, Message.
Snap, Crackle, Flash.

Dimpled dazzle New
Laugh. Brace yourself,
Listening. Waiting.

Like the huntress,
Senses rapt on the thrill,
the fill, the joy of pursuit.

This is the best Work.
So laugh out loud.
Shake the foundations.

Of Funkytown. Carnivale
is the element to spawn
Ecosystems.

Message Received.

Liber 49

36. But let her think on this: my way is not in the solemn ways, or in the reasoned ways, but in the wild free way of the eagle, and the devious way of the serpent, and the oblique way of the factor unknown and unnumbered. 

Jack Parsons

Spelunking

Absence was there, always, waiting to hear my tale, and so it is to Absence that I shall tell it. He's a good listener, politely fascinated as he is with the flutter of existence. I feel him, sardonic, gentle, deep. Absence is deep so there's nothing he doesn't understand and he's an expert in the art of subsurface explorations.

Mind of Winter

Andy Norris

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George Sullivan I'm so sorry, my friend. What can we do to help ?

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Andy Norris Thoughts and prayers?

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George Sullivan I know it's sort of half assed, but how about we just think about You?

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George Sullivan ...or I suppose we could just pray for You.

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