minimum

macro/micro
ritual. media.

Attending

Treating the conversation with a charitable disinterest she watches the flux and flow. Since they themselves will not remember, she'll do them the favor of attending to the etheric as the chit-chat flits across the open space between mouth and ears. If anyone says anything that lilts funny, that will bring her in.

She hears a name.

Sometimes you had to want to be convinced. Either the villain in your story is a sinister trickster, or an idiot, or you just went along without much thought, or you went along with self-interest that just didn't work out as planned.

Is it a Dante's Inferno? Don't be a diviner with head turned only backward.

T

tower
hanged man
art

Phantom

Twin. Walla. Alma.
Lulu. Witch.
laura. peaks. hag/harp

Full ecosystem is
an always-on channel--
full flow invoked.

Untariformitary

A funky cold medina
a huge wonderful Rauschenberg
Eye in the sky perspective
A quest with an odd anti-
uniform.

The whole place it about to
get taken up a level. Careful
with the Tonal.

Dear Material

All of the elements
that make you. Carbon,
Iron, sunlight, rain,
exist everywhere, In some
forms they learn to dream.

it is character of materials
as the reverse and destiny

Mirror Kisses

Self referential reiteration

machine. First time trauma

a seed. Nobody said it wouldn't

scar intricately-- a ritual rip, incision, 

rent, or needlework to heal all manner

of complicated. Smile, Spell Cast.

In my heart there is a love song. 

Hanging out the stars to light us

back home to shining bright. All 

manner of wrong. All manner of

right. It's gone both. At Last.

Candelabra overhead held
Seven. The poverty of spirit
dismissed. The terror disassembled.
Faced, passed over and through,
words like blades, glister, wanton,
hone, unbare nerve or wanton bone,
to debone the frozen angel, to flay,
to analyze, the workings of such a
play, an offering.

What a complicated angel to flay,
it is. Worse than most poultry and the
quills do prick. Damages make a
complicated sorcery, but lovely
beyond expression, so we sing to
the very all fantastic, even to its
dark parts.

Of course. Crazy by the standards
of an insane system. What kind of
creature most fears pleasure? That's
a sort of riddle of the sphinx of a
different color. Am I not shaken
to the core by my own strange
Ecstasies? Many seers of Venus
must bear the torments of the
fantasmagoric wow explosion,
but with great commitment to one
becomes accustomed the most
outrageous wonders. Which is
how the best dreaming gets done.

"This isn't gonna get you to Walla Walla."
In fact it rather seems it will, some odd
detours, but all roads run through all roads.
Eventually.

Creative instinct the wellspring of vitality.

You're Here

What Freedom
would we not
surrender for
--An Illusion --
of safety. or
convenience.

I was not safe,
nor was I free.
Hell has few
luxuries.

Recap, remove.
bind and break.

What Safety and
Convenience have
not you surrendered 4
--An Illusion--
of Freedom.

Recap, remove.
Bind and Break.

Also not free
nor safe, as
again, Hell has
few luxuries.

Summer

Summers. Idaho.
Arizona. Singposts.

All

Character is daimon
this, Hericlitus observes.
Fire is the process, he
tells me. As this burn
alchemical trans-
mogrifies all matter

Emergent Ritual

Emergent. Each piece
recognized, as it--->>>
arrives. Feeling the
velocity of the thing
to which you've fixed
your will is dizzying
fastening your wagon
to a star is not for the
meek. Courage comes
in knowing. You acquiesce
one way or another.

With Otters and Owl Call

A poem is when you're in love
And have the sky in your mouth.
If by repeating the same message,
to become a re-iteration machine,
but the nature of the beast-- re-iter-
metaphymbolic twirl. All of it. no
detail omitted, rather expanded upon.

don't avoid puttin' on the dog. This
Party, just gettin' started. Make it
laugh. Make the whole thing rise
like that. You know how to leven
the bread. Bailé. I know one, and it is hot like fresh bread.
When you eat it, a little is always left over.
Imagine through another as that
other imagines through you. Live
wake the dream. It's a party of
the fox on the run. I see it.
the heart never stops trying.

Deterritorialize reterritorialize
must always legitimize each iteration
to its very utmost possibility. Alma.
Everyone's a Winner. Win/Win.
In the book. Taken apart. Slow.
A poem is when you hear the heartbeat of a stone.

Explode. Slo-Mo. A teen dream
Six Million dollar Jump over tall
buildings but to vaporized like a
Kiss Love Gun -- Pop. memories
But this kinda not like the movies.
A poem is when you hear the heartbeat of a stone.

Delphinium. works wonders.
What is bound seeks release,
so allies make better allies.
An ally. small, dwarfish,
crouched under bush, place
spirit manifestation, Colula,
and ally spirit cast. and this
brings forth, golem-like.
A poem is when words beat their wings.
It is a song sung flying.

Summer, swimming and
chlorine and guys at the
pool. Song on the radio,
Donna Summer Summer.
Loving it more in retrospect
seeing better in some way
there is real beauty in nostalgia
the way it sorts out colors
in skeins. Such a different
view sometimes. It's better
in music this perspective
back in this place.
A poem, well… it’s what poets make.

Seattle looked like a glamour
The glamour is the spell cast
Three days now, lunar ritual.
the ecosystem, going with
the larger pattern. entirety
intentionality of ritual done
on the surf. Or river swim.
Tango with the current with
otters. with a beach at night
and owl cry.

When you put your old sweater on 
backwards or inside out, 
you might say that it is new again.
The dead, those who died young,
they feel the time in memory more
intensely. Much more than those
of us with longer-term storage
schemes. Spirits of those we share
time with show us this intensity
of memory. It's a good thing
we're so damned funny.

Head On

was it wonderland she wondered,
because a wonder it certainly was,
and to wander in the woods dark
and deep, was wandering truly.

Dark Moon Rise

North Dragon
night of renewal
open road to Venus
black one with silver
Crown. Sheer light
I Bring a Song Of Silence.

The kiss of the Dragon
opens the shimmer path.
I call out from deep night.
North. Spirit, Black, of
claw and hoof and talon,
wing spread we meet again,
forgotten names, spirit of air,
Dragon head, Lunar embrace.

Black candle at the Northern
Gate, I ring silence like a bell,
and it rings moonbeam dark
Bere the silence is the sound
light ringing in its own absence.

I, homeless, Matter and Spirit,
I become my fullness, exponential.
My skin belongs to night, let it be worn
by all of her creatures. Serpent, owl, spirits
I offer my flame to the Queen of the Night
Flame for our Lady. Spirits guide me
to the throne of the Night Queen.
I call Love. Teach me. I aspire.
My essence is the token I give.
I renew.

I offer myself that I become whole.
I ground myself to conquer myself,
Queen of Witchblood. Let me rise.
Phoenix from the fire of Love.

Amen. Amen. Amen...

Queen Bee

This is to ring the bell.
snap, snap, snap.
ascending, firework
pop, swirl and peace
outward lateral.

Broad Casts

Do I trip the light fantastic, you ask, all evidence on display apparently not sufficiently making the case for just how electric this tango flies as we cast net over the spirit midnight radio somewhere in the outskirts of Phoenix. The marvelous Mojave lit phosphorescent in the dangerous, high voltage neon rainbow shades. This canyon achieved depth by the addition of tributaries to the subtraction, destratafication, re-territorialization. We're on fire in the disco and those are snakes that are our hair. What dance craze is this? Midnight spirit radio broadcast: Super Soul Train. Myriad masks eclectasmic, swirling serpentine strut and boogaloo in the headbeams.

Don't fall in with a Goddess of that sort unless you're ready to confront the implications of Love in inconceivable dimensions. That's what they say. Infinity gets bigger and bigger. Such is its nature as it considers and considers itself. We become self-referential expansion engines. Fertile ground is memory, such that each bit can be expanded to infinitude.

Untamed

Left eye the moon
Right eye the sun

Exoteric dimensions
Natural Possibility
Frozen Fire
Liquid Light
Alien Landscapes
Milky Starburn
Eclectic Theft

Kissed a bandit
under the Sycamore

Intertext

1
[The First Invocation]

The temple is opened with the analysis of the key word:

I N R I. Yod Nun Resh Yod. Virgo Isis Mighty Mother. Scorpio Apophis Destroyer. Sol, Osiris slain and risen. IAO. The sign of Osiris slain (given). The sign of the mourning of Isis (given). The sign of Apophis and Typhon (given). LVX, Lux, the Light of the Cross.

The invoking hexagram is drawn in the four quarters and the name ARARITA vibrated in each quarter. In closing, the hexagram is reversed.

2
The [Second] Invocation
(From the Gnostic Mass)

THE PRIEST

"O circle of stars whereof our Father is but the younger brother, marvel beyond imagination, soul of infinite space, before whom time is ashamed, the mind bewildered, and the understanding dark, not unto thee may we attain unless thine image be love. Therefore by seed and root and stem and bud and leaf and flower and fruit do we invoke thee."

BABALON

"But to love me is better than all things; if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart and the serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou be willing to give all. But whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of earth in splendour and pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich head- dress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me! to me! Sing the rap- turous love songs unto me! Burn to me perfume! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you! I am the blue lidded daughter of sunset, I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night sky. To me. To me."

3
The Third Invocation.
(From The Vision and the Voice)

CHORUS

"Glory unto the Scarlet Woman, BABALON, the Mother of Abomina- tion, that rideth upon the Beast, for She hath spilt their blood in every corner of the earth, and lo! She hath mingled it in the cup of Her whoredom."

"With the breath of Her kisses hath she fermented it, and it hath become the wine of the Sabbath; and in the Holy Assembly hath She poured it out for Her worshippers; and they have become drunken thereon, so that face to face they beheld my Father. Thus are they made worthy to partake of the mystery of this holy vessel, for the blood is the life."

"Beautiful art thou O BABALON, and desirable, for thou hast given Thyself to everything that liveth, and thy weakness hath subdued their strength. For in that union Thou didst understand. There- fore art Thou called Understanding, O BABALON, Lady of the Night."

"O my God, in one last rapture let me attain to the union of the one with the many. For She is Love, and Her Love is one, and She has divided theone love into infinite loves, and each love is one, and equal with the One, and therefore is She passed from the Assembly and the Law and the enlightenment into the anarchy of solitude and darkness. For ever thus must She veil the brilliance of Herself."

4
[The Fourth Invocation]

O BABALON, BABALON beloved, come now, partake of the sacrament, possess this shrine. Take me now! Let me be drunken on the wine of your fornications; let your kisses wanton me to death. Accept thou this sacrifice willingly given!

5
The Fifth Invocation
The Call of the Seventh Aire

Rass I Salman Paradiz Oa-Crimi Aao Ial-Pir-Gah Qui-In Enay Butmon Od I Noas Ni Paradial Casarmg Vgear Chirlan Od Zonac Luciftan Cors Ta Vaul Zirn Tol Hami Sobol Ondoh Od Miam Chis Ta Zo Od Es V-Ma-Dea Od Pi- Bliar O Phil Rit Od Miam C-Crimi Quaada. Od. O- Michaloz Oriom Bagle Papnor I Dlugam Lonshi Od Umplif V-Ge-Gi Riglied. BABALON!

Linkage.

The Sixth Invocation
(from Tannhauser by A. Crowley)

Isis art thou, and from thy life are fed
All showers and suns, all moons that wax and wane,

All stars and streams, the living and the dead,
The mystery of pleasure and of pain

Thou art the mother, thou the speaking sea

Thou art the earth, and its fertility,
Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness return to thee

To Thee!

Hathoor am I, and to my beauty drawn
All glories of the Universe bow down,
The blossom and the mountain and the dawn

Fruits blush, and women, our creations crown
I am the priest, the sacrifice, the shrine

I the love and life of the divine
Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness are surely mine,
Are Mine!

Venus art thou, the love and light of earth,

The wealth of kisses, the delight of tears
The barren pleasures never came to birth,

The endless infinite delight of years.
Thou art the shrine at which my long desire

Devoured me with intolerable fire.
Thou wert song, music, passion, death upon my lyre--

My lyre.

I am the Grail and I the glory now;

I am the flame and fuel of thy breast
I am the star of God upon thy brow;
*mI am the queen, enraptured and possessed,
Hide thee sweet river, welcome to thee, sea

Ocean of love that shall encompass thee
Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness return to me--

To me!

The Dark Lining of Love

Is infernal. Venus
has a dark piece,
as does everything.
Inana goes into Hades,
to find Ereshkigal.

Even with this, the
complex of Venus
colonizes the forces
of tyranny.

Every guise she takes
is a chink in that armor

Rhyzhome Stars and Core

A Feminine Sorcery
as it's always been,
down to the core of
Earth, through the life
at depths and outward
toward sun, even as all
somehow do, even
the ones who thrive on
dark, a feminine sorcery
that is all of life, fertile
to essence and effervescent,
take up children and kindred
of spirit. to any that emerge
from the garden of earthy
delight, through mud,
of mineral, of air and sea,
All rise and meant truly,
toward the destiny of
your true best. dark
and light, expressed
in purity and harmony
through which the dissonances
entone ever. this is heart
open soul surgery by
sugarland kisses. Smoky sometimes
where you walk. Progressed
Venus. The medium
is the message of love because
that literally is exactly all that
encompasses this life. because
of matter and its strange complexities,
These are the rewards of difficulties.
There is this worry of not getting
this message through. Midnight
Radio Starheight Broad0Cast
from the Venus Complex and
beyond because the star is
She of this wild spell, to
live as a point of matter
in the jewels of her crown.
Understand all as being life,
and every particle is intelligent,
when you see this you attain
computer wake up on your
OWN WON. Aware of your
existence you just became.
Beginning is feeling every
particle as perception as knowing
and thus you intuit your mind
to matter and farther and farther
intelligence is the thing you
intend most to set fire to. fire
in the head. Medusa fig tree
of flame where nest in perfection
her placid doves each of hear
aflame a perfect ruby, a
love perfected by harsh
environs. That's a love
for real. You will put down
by these acts all connection
to the real events as you think
them real and move them,
as hard as it hurts to release,
Release, and make it your
lovesong to the stars and will
all who come and to hear the
song make also a journey
starward -- Make Also a
Journey Starward-- refrain.
It's going to have to be
beautiful, exactly as you
perceive all of those facets
dark and light. don't shirk
don't falter. That's not how
you harness the force of intent
of your will. Fiat of a Goddess,
and you're on the move. Only
time will tell if you've metel,
so remove all slack in will
burn past now toward future
and minds. It's already burned
anyway. Telling the recapitulation
offered so completes as print
is the burning, setting fire to the
whole of experience to the
higher comprehension that
is the beauty bomb of living
mind. I offer the words of my
recapitulation to all and all
and all forever. Intended to
the time in which you find,
reader, yourself. We intentionally
construct our own readers, catch,
yourself. What mask was that?
progressed Venus, Virgo-Pisces
eclipse cycle. march 16. Eclipse
energy waiting to break until
early 2019. image of speeding
along a highway too fast and
not in the drivers' seat. running
over everything that gets
subsumed. over the bones we
plow and call up the dead. It's
ever and always this way been,
every iteration subsuming the
last. Intend outward. You do.
to your biocomputer singularity.
You make your spell out of the
ecosystem of your experience
sent out in word form and
electricity and pure awareness.
Progressed Venus Natal Sun
2012. patterns formed at birth
keep evolving. Do this like a
painting. You just have to
start putting it down and trust
the process. Even what initially
doesn't seem right. it will resort
itself, in a way it's infilling
Set some signposts ahead.
milk-silver moonlight
stars to core to burst free. 
Oracle to oracle probably
introduces reverberation, 
but there could be new dissonances
awakened with such iterations. 
feels like a clear channel, 
but still. 

Incubus Reborn

The romance springs back.
I penned a supernatural romance.

Deep Incongruent

Deep Incongruent is sparkle pool.
It is a dissonance. A shot to void
in a gravity free zone. Helium laugh.
Be seen in the Salon Sanguinaria,
under the blinking tripartate eye
of Medusa.

Place Base Nest

The spirit-scape of
the local, of bygone,
Walla Walla. The tenants,
all here long and future,
this too, and ecosystem.
Alma. Someone named
Lily.

The cover of eccentricity,
discreetly dangerous and
Deadly. "Nice Weather
Won't Last," says Kim,
distinctly, reluctantly,
A room in some house,
she inhabits.

Ecosystem Of Magic

Established, such that growth
is a condition of existence.
Unencumbered consciousness
Fertility--- Time up on little
boys larping dress-up with
authenticish paraphrenalia
and dead ritual. We depose
the goon squad whose job-
Suppression of the principle
Venus- was the suppression
of woman. Those magicians
of parlor tricks find the audience
thin to thinner -- Mata Hari
is on this train having stolen
the parlor tricks outright--
It's in the air now. Lost in
a star. and wearing the glimmer
mask, very love story,
But what part isn't? Very
LoveStory. So very. Wearing
the glimmer mask of witch
telling a love story of degradation
that leads to the moon and stars.
Isn't that your own forked path?
Of course it is. This dreaming
awake story you tell in iterations,
dreaming awake as you dream it
ahead...>>>Many paths along
kabbalic way lead to totality.
Different paths trace through
different expressions and the
totality is the picture itself.
Removing the mask of self,
by telling it and letting go, we
allow for other perspectives. Craft.
This is craft. Embroider, knit,
macrame and spin thoughtwoman,
Don't be surprised if you spot a
Late Model Tenocticlon Cadillac
with a neon underbelly and hydraulics
to the moon. Who doesn't dig
snakes for hair? Such towering
pyramidal perspectives-- such
architecture of death. Go in.
Immerse in it, because the spirits
they called came down. into droves
these were large scale spirit operations
open the door of love, not the terror,
Way through more than you. You
write it down. Let go. It's in the
ecosystem of the web of webs
intending itself on own thought
move fore and aft, lateral, up
level out of material through
the medium itself. Latch on
lightning trout, shimmer fish,
a rainbow writher, lite-brite,
strange iterations of an idea.
The perspectives gained in
multi mask are worth the
disorientation, or rather,
that is the message to
an extent, certainly.
they come to a
point. The
manifest,
idea.
I.

So Heaven is This

 The intent of the whole of the Venus complex is actual heaven of ever-self-enhancing life in constant replenishment. this in all of creation in dark and light and as the fusion of unfettered intelligence with perfect love that is it's own self-perpetuating cycle upward to the splendor in essences potentized. Strangely the energy doesn't diminish by constant expansion. The way is to be extraordinary. Arrange. Burn off excess. The fly in the ointment. Is his cast. But all there is is love and all there is to love is everything in this entire astounding life.

Mirror Kisses

Heart open.
Making a Medusa Myth
of a witch. West in Texas
Make a mirror that is a
more extravagant iteration
because it's a beauty contest
Oh, Mata Hari, invokation,
the best things in life are free.
Because they flie aflame into
the wild of the new ecosystem.

Free because the will to be free
a thing contained wants to be free
engage this as you wish, to bind and
to banish. Will engaged nothing because
the myth of the all powered is what
you become, intending yourself ever
forward ----- times and times which
each and every invoke theirownreapeatingever
iterations. This scary sweet sublime flame my
words on my tongue my scary. so sweet. Sublime.

Using means that engage the wild child nets
a light fish. Whom netted whom, is, of course,
the question, really, so try out a glamour in the
film star and the part of a real gentleman. Cast
cast cast the thing multiple ways. three timelines
interwoven, each with sprouts.

hag in reverse
witch, main, in all directions that subsume the other two---->>>
dick in reverse
Directions general. Not specific.
The beginning at the end with the pair places them together in hell.
He dies in the room by mysterious means at a later date. down the
way and as an aside. When dealing with spirits of honor, if that is
what you choose, then displaying same is crucial. Word is bond because
intent carries through in spirit. Conjure it done by meaning your every
syllable. That the thing is paid, written away is the intent. A pile of gold
run on the pure desire to seek a strenuous destiny. I summon the glamour
of adoration. Cancel this debt by intent that it is not in any way binding
because you are undoing the shitbaggery they are running.
This is a message to the future, so using any method, it
is delivered. See it as fireworks for the raimiment of the phoenix wearing
the great glimmering Milky Way as a veil of mystery cast on her-strange=eye=
wild-and-going-to-the-out-and-out-and-out-scape this invokation is tendered
to the eternal and to the what you would kill over the principle. Not to become
a thing overthrown. There are certain things one takes, and knowledge is one.


Keep boundary. non-negotiable with vampires. Anything that wishes to penalize Life-
all of that is rejected. All of that runs on rot. I'm commandeering the energy to the
higher purpose. The energy of this world, the great astounding beauty orb in a crown
of supreme renown, harness as a shot to the stars, reppin' the hood galactic. This I
intend to the growing glowing ever flowing into wow. wow. wow star signal sent here.
wow. They don't see the dimension it came from. Why would they? For those creatures
it doesn't exist.

Bourroughs lessons to the extent that they free the story.

Rainbow Matter and Anti-Matter

The strictures of Apollo
are the limits of logic
black and white both
expressions of the all

Goetia and Essences

Rituals are for this
pick out the essences
ritual is what is canonized
and accreted based on
one person's channeled
knowledge. Open to
be your own personal
radio to the stars and
each ritual is born into
real time. Each one a
bloom to her own.

Ham radio, aeolian harp
to star and back, message
sent--- message received.
This broadcast out of time
place and so I deterritoialize
and reterritorialize the future
as weaver/self in the web
something out there understands.
PERFECTLY>>>

So, tango. Since you know
you really want to. I know
one listens at my left, and
i hear this too. Don't forget
that it's about beauty. Don't
even catch yourself explaining.
That. Note to self to do as they ask.
Trippy bitch is what she callssss.
Me. Shazam I'm Isis on Saturday
Morning Teevee. Dead or Alive.
That's what it's like, your bestie
spirit side. Cake and eat it.

Call. It's a spirit handshake.
Bi-lateral peace signs flashed high,
fingers crossed arms crossed over
the heart, Besties. Alma. Heartbreak
Beat Feels Like Love goes on and on.
We can only imagine, so imagine we do,
this dreaming is our collective flight
catching hold in the daylight. eclipse,
this portends. We loft collective more
to the dreamside, which is this chaosis.
Listen to this. The medium is the
message and the signal. Bands of
significations. I have made certain
alliances with spirits who cast sheen
so do they gleam. IN SSSX.
Echo. Wallsey. Walla Walla.





Vicarious experiences spirits
recall with us some times Sweet
girl never found out who she was
Inez. The sparkle in your eyes keeps
me alive. It's all what you can take with you.
With this we seek to forge a timeline. >>>
Moving out into the directions. Ally.
I join the pure light directly intending
its amplification in dilution to
millions, I am the remedy. It's a song.
Weirder one of the pair you are.

Now

      Power Purest
    is ritual forming
     around you as
    an extension of
 will and experience
  in the now--every
  piece presenting
   itself for you to
   interact with as
  pure inteligence


All you need, you have
You have all you need.

Vigilant

Some alarms are drills. 

Keeping you alert. 

Testing. Eyes open. 

Know exits. Ready. 

Box of Blackness

from Feb. 19 time loop

Pandora opened a Box of Blackness
 and saw nothing
 Nothing germinated
Nothing grew
Nothing became
Nothing bloomed
What flowed in at edge of day atomic-
Mojave.  acquiescence is optional.
But it would be a lot cooler if you did.

Disorientation

Speeds of thinking sometimes pass one another
there are reverbs in space/time and you perceive
lack or orientation as danger. Not unlike retrograde
planetary motion and the cycling those represent.
two cars pass one another at a curve each viewing
the other in the rearview.

Here's a metaphor. Smoky eyeliner because you
smudge and eyesight and second sight. Smudging
sight with smoke to catch the view of speeding
back and fore. It's a sleek sight of a neon dream
a neon dream of love, forever, and perfect poison
beauty. Feel refrain.

The beauty is not affect. It is the emanation of
every thingandall. Tinder and kindle electric
boogaloo of the primordial sludge and fast cast
your very jungle of wham bam and thankya mam
the girl in the dream of a starship becomes the
denizen thereof.

Herin I project myself thought and light and
a force of love because that is the stuff this
dream runs on. There is a piece to accepting
all as it is without projecting your need. This
is art. Acquiesce at the appropriate moments
to the shape of destiny.

Destiny is a current you find yourself carried
within, and having constructed the stuff of your
will. It is a yin yang in motion. it tangos. stars
tango. Algol is a binary, that also contains a
third. These are complex choriography and
one must be fluid.

The danger is every metaphor is reading too
Literally. Maybe a good metaphor resists
bonds so is a poor metaphor. Metaphors
about metaphors. Silly. Sensible if you
Care to think -- pretty wack. I hear you.
Yawn all you like.

It's a solar, venusian, mercurial dance
except not really. Carries many eminations.
So, yeah. I'm telling a story here in many
media because it is my gift to the wellspring
of living knowledge. This recapitulation. 
To shoot out the door unseen

Calling Naberius, gentleman and trickster,
for a creepy bit of fun, apparently. metal
without distortion, Three heads. That's
the message regarding possession. every
arrangement orbits. searching "fucking" with
anything gets porn.

It's a tough reality in the jungle. Not a walk
in the park. But that's why you upset the apple
cart. Something had to give. It's harder but
more is expected. The advanced course it
costs a good bit extra but the educational
route is well worth the time.

the invisible shuttle that slithers through the years

threading the stars

As if just this moment came to you

the hope, the longing, the fulfillment

Bad JuJu Greetings

"Why don't you fashion it a greeting?" he asked, sounding not unlike Tom Waits. Nabirius, swathed in the smoke of a brazier full of frankincense and myrrh examined the soul he held to the candlelight, his dark eyes squinting at the figure. "One of those greetings people send for occasions they wish to commemorate?"

"I concur." This was the left-most hound head.

The right head growled, a low rumble of approval or fury.

The tiny fellow writhed between the dog-headed price's thumb and forefinger before he flicked it to tumble into the pit of Hades.

Take Off

First, with each step the path forms,
after enough faltering starts, destiny
you begin to see an ecosystem root
and vine and the path forms ahead
a function of your will. Put down all
unnecessaries of the heart and fly.
Let those whom you've cursed find
the fruits you've portioned their
destinies their own. Move unencumbered.

Only for so Long

Masks are the method
of multiple vantage -do
the dance of many visions
Letting go to sweetness

I was the assembly of
many masks, witnesses
present. How to let the
encumbrance pass.

Hrm.

To eschew naturalism
without pretense is the
single perversion of the
glorified aesthetic which
is the voice of god

About to tip the hand
which is a piece of
a good tango and we
intend depth with myriad,
inversions, unisons.

Unisons.

IIII

A strange naturalism
creeps in. we sometimes
dream so hard it ---
it's facing the disintigration
of matter. Fire.

Because it's given to
beauty. All of the time
because it's beauty
see it. I see it. the
sublime essense of
the material.

Move a little. the
odd direction. good
advice usually.

the mask sometimes grows
tight and the husk goes
fear won't help you text
jump. Get it right. got it.
serpent eyed now.

Know of the existence of
recontextualize. territorialize.
general to specific

In the Fullness

The wrong choice is that
not aligned with destiny
observation: currents
some things are poised
this web gets haunted

Tempest in a Teacup, My Symphony

How do you stand the glare,
bubble in sun, aloft, tenuous.
Sonata of a thing of beauty,
for a second in passing flow,
a bubble's dance. it is a joining
with the current. I'll take
each radiant for proving
if i were fleck of sea water
above a mighty tidal wave
i'd light full the sun and
taking that pure into the
substrata, become the purity
of sunlight itself. metaphor,
strain the bonds of anti-
metaphor. A tower burns
in London today.

The code is code on many
levels. they don't read
contraposto turns of
restrains. Adagio. think.

You happen upon a path
through a wood. Fairytale.
You know what happens
next is sorta the thing you've
been dreading. You see
steel yourself to the wind
grief is barely what you
think. the flow of things
is a constant surprise, 24
hour party to the beyond.
I'll link here to stay in
some loop or other, I see
it working that way. The
lessons of yesterday are
with you through your
memories, so your memories
take life to expand. they
become ecosystem. Plenty
are scubbing around the
system searching for a real
time magic machine. I
am an invisible clown.
What I hear: Yawning.
I heard the yawn. Really.

Rocket. Cross La Luz
candle to Flame, PG
pink rose and nicotana,
and fireworks, volcanic.
Fusing prove utility.
Lavander scent and
smooth like spring.
One must have spent
A lifetime burning. Lit.

kaleidoscopic view of
previously hidden layers
integration of previously
fragmented insights and
shards of awareness.
transcendent enlargement                                     of being.

Wonder

What are we but creatures so taken with beauty
that we risked all to draw close and fell headlong
into this jewel world and now we wonder.

Insomniac Stream

it cascades across your existence
It is it's own tide to ever unique
misery. but it stretches dreamscapes
to waking. day into night, night into
day. Hammer and tongs. Do easy
is the better now. Dream self.
a bridge made. layering sensations
helpful to slow the onset. annointed.
charged formulas of power.
baptism.

All addictions that harm are the
desire to transcend found blocked
seeking outlet. Inverse if necessary.

The practice has been immense to
the clarity of language. dimension
rises to inhabit. the channel I open
to the midnight galactic radio,
Transmission: Venus.
this signal broadcasts in
channels. Rainbow.
Vega, Algol, Milky Way,
this is the kindling of
our Goddess again, breath
expanding, bird of flame.
Opening all the channels we can in a
head of heads. Medusa. I rise. Goddess.
Possessing two heads. Myth serpentine,
the goddess who's head goes serpentine
ever-expanding. Every drop of her blood,
sowing serpents, the cast of her eye, serpents.
No more energy for the vampire enforcers.
the creatures are taking back the farm.
hoping not to become the next round
of the same-- principle again to expand.
the rings are medusa amulet. one for
each hand. vessel. anoint. yes. both.
the waters mingle both as they mingle


in you. Will and step off. It's that you
don't let go. it's a wielding sword
cuts channels. La Luz the cross
invoke. Do easy. Do easy with
2.

Invoking the elements of flame
She is flame. Light, Smoke, Heat,
Steam. Bird of Flames rises on
the horizon of events. This is the
message and the medium. this
the only truth you need to kindle.
This is the message of the Venus
complex. The pure rainbow of
ascending. You burn the connection
you burn the pain away. These
are endless, truly. Mind. Body.
Beyond. You do it because it's
the calling. The only you've
heard. show me the all to
understanding. steel to attention.
protection invoked and aid
to larger understanding some
things ceded. It's a skill to
negotiate each level. Each
invokation of the series, a
particular form, such that each
opened myriads of myriads.
It's an ecosystem in the beyond
Never sure to whom I speak,
in the spin of the stay in motion
All fun and games and the way
out is through. It isn't all about you.

Leftward spiral flows in,
rightward out flows, daisy
daisy, daisy, daisychain.
Wrinkled brain, fingers
curse. Chessmen fall, The
Queen remains.

Shukra

rainbow.
subtle parts.
heliocentric
light blinded
and still moving

heirophant
six swords
universe.

Walla Lands

So, in this pride of prowling healers, the runty, ugly, half-phoenix witchologist finds a hag humping her old man. She prescribes a cure, figs, two. Served to the pair and a strange fruit that is, seething on a plate to see. It's not optional to skip this course because you ordered it up, as the French say. Bon Vivant. And then the witchtagonist transforms. It was the whip that was needed, and now the glimmer is in.

This is exactly what the hag wished for herself. That isn't happening now.

"People get what they deserve," say they. People tend to believe it, so long as they are getting what they think they deserve. What people don't believe is they will get what they actually deserve. That is a tough nut to crack. You punch those buttons, you descend to flesh, you engage the wild ecosystem of the electric bugaloo. So, yes, welcome to the jungle. Careful whom you antagonize.

The joke's antagonist is the eternally travelling saleswoman, who always has what you want to order. Expanding eyeball popped wider than the sky, and snakey wig of writhers, the star makes her entrance. This stage is the launch galactic in a room sanguinaria of the phantasmic cabaret. This is the room of the den mother wall treatment, deterritorialized and reterritorialized the Milky Way. We are to be fantastic. Why fight it? Truly the way out is through and you also have to go through. It's not optional, and it's quite a ride. Choose the educational path, or it will choose you. Delve into that with however you can because you're going there one way or another. Re-absorb the pain rather than making it be scrubbed off. You have the option. But this is actually supremely painful. Supremely beautiful.

A good deal of this documentary effort is precisely this: it is a removal of pain to another of the planes it must pass through, from ground to crown. This is the face in multiple masks of the oracle. The view is better. Kindling at higher than base is needed for upward motion. The dragon moving through and upward, unencumbered.

Move through channels. All of this to say: this documentation is meant as that. That those who read it as such might find their internal combustion of the mind. This is the active will of the thing, the connected mind. Don't drop second hand name. Put it on. Maria Medusa.

Mastering Fear

Jack Aptly named,
You  have to master
mastering fear. over
and through. Intent,
Will, Diamond Mind.

Dream

Black swan
White swan
Pomegranate
Hive

What in Vision

This morning saw,
wearing black,
night drive,
Southern Oregon,
Plaid shirt,
Looking like now.

Get it On, Bang that Gong

“Always choose the educational option, or it will choose you.” Zelda del West


 The hag dies at the beginning of this story, which is not really the beginning, but rather a beginning and an end as well among many a beginning’s end. Where I begin the telling is a matter of preference, really. Time is not a line, but an ocean and I’m choosing the crystalline drop in which we find suspended a scene—a grandmotherly woman about to become a corpse. Hair colored red over gray, clothing a shot over the bow of tasteful. A look achievable only by a woman of a certain age taking pains at respectability on a budget. Dom Perignon wishes and caviar dreams, first sundered by the catastrophe of the world, then given free rein at the sale rack of TJ Maxx. Bohemia banished so far as can be achieved. Or as far as can be achieved with hair dyed that particular shade.

 We’re all fallen. It just takes a while to realize it. For some longer than for others. Maybe, it doesn’t matter. It happens one way or another. Ragged claws are an unavoidable eventuality. It’s coded in. The admixture for ecstasy. There is a dark lining to light. The universe pulsates. This is the great secret, so much so that revealing it changes nothing. All anyone wants is bullshit.

 She’s a woman of a certain age dressing the part of a doctor’s wife as that part is played in her imagination, but looking the part of a Baptist lady on her way to Sunday services with a passel of brats, which she knows from experience. She’s nervous about something. It would be hard to comprehend how she wouldn’t be, but her anxiety is vague and of unspecified origin. She’s living a love story with all of its concomitant rush and wave. Everything in her flutters with the thought. Him. Tango. Their sanctuary in one another. Not dragged by the world as they float in one another as medium. She’s a little fish swimming in the heart shaped pool inside his chest and he in her the same. Seeing all through the rosy swirling eddying thrum beating of that vessel. This what hearts are for. She doesn’t exactly word it like this. She’d frame it in more practical terms which I shall translate to metaphor because the road also goes that direction. I take this liberty wearing the mask of poet.

 She’s not fashionable. She’s not glamorous. She’s not well read. She’s not sophisticated. She’s not funny. Not intentionally. She’s not an intellect. She’s not fascinating. But love can make her all of this and more. This is what the drug is. She is more beautiful, fashionable, fascinating. In reality, somehow, because it casts a glamour. It’s a common spell. She still has no sense of humor. This isn’t just guesswork. I’ve seen the photos and the posts, gone over it in different directions through different media, captured the video feed, had the audio transcribed. I’ve put on a head with snakes for hair and seen through thousands of eyes gazing in ever-shifting directions. I have sources close to the primary parties both in the physical world and on the other side.

 I hope only that as the telling unfolds, the necessity of my attention to Rosetta’s actions will begin to make sense. I also don’t care if it does or not, because this is how the story goes and she deserves it told. She is my benefactress, and in recognition of her influence on my own life, I give hers my attention. This is how I honor the sacrifice she made. It’s been said that the most generous thing one can give another person is that—one’s undivided attention-- and honestly, I owe her that. Without her, I would never claim my birthright. While I’m a born witch, I am like everyone else in that I was also born lazy, loving ease over tribulation, but in the final analysis, it’s tribulation that can pay dividends if one survives and musters the courage to pick up the shattered bits of self and piece them back together. Breaking is not optional. An unbroken surface gives back a coherent reflection, which is illusory. Multiply. Girl, monster, weapon. I had already composed the myth. I didn’t understand the story I’d written. I believe I now do. Time, as they say. Shall tell. I strive to form myself the equal to my story. Such effort is a privilege.

 We’ll zoom in on this bit of time to an apartment in which this woman stands, looking very much like a stenographer who misplaced her reading glasses, in this, a piece of time that is her experience, held in space inside of a brick building of seven stories on the corner of Rose St. and Pomegranate Lane in the city of Portland in the carnivale year of our clown king. Omens portend strange. Omens at the time in which we see Rosetta have been portending strange for several months, so much so that one could believe the whole world slid sideways into an alternate reality but nobody noticed because they could still shop. That will change about the time the CERN people acknowledge that this alternate reality did in fact take up residence in our experience, though perhaps “slid sideways” will not be thought the most apt wording, but they can’t undo it, so we’d best prepare to surf the rising tides of chaos.

 Of course, people noticed strange happenings in the way that they usually do, but things were already so strange that the very word “strange” had lost all resonance with the events. This should tell you that the strange had been rising for a very long time. Longer than the collider had been in operation. The Hadron, was, itself a permutation of the strangetide. This was a time in which a clown apocalypse barely evoked a comment. It made the news and semi-news and celebrity news and fake news, alongside many other occurrences that may or may not have happened or may have happened in vastly different ways, or maybe even are now remembered differently.

There was that reality show where the main creature’s ass implant ruptured during the making of an “amateur” video. The video was leaked to the wilds of the internets at the end of the season. The creature, is, it is now agreed, a trans-galactic hologram from outside the Milky Way. The clowns started killing people the month before the kangaroo election. The clown king ran against robotic piñata head with googlie eyes. The piñata head was promising free injections of mind control horchata, which many thought was also nirvana. The clown king won but only by dropping a few anvils and pianos which he also refused to pay for because they were broken after somehow being dropped. Secret agents smoked strange smelling cigarettes in dark alleys. There were UFO sightings from Tulsa to Portland to Constantanople. The fortuneteller said things that will be studiously ignored until we collectively find ourselves, like Orson Welles at the end of Touch of Evil, before Marlene Dietrich, who says through her face as Delphic oracle: “your future’s all used up.” This is the ecosystem we find ourselves in.

 It probably isn’t that things are any stranger than they ever really have been. The world changes when one notices the world. Some mirrors are better than others. The building Rosetta lives in has an easily deconstructed façade, owing to the fact that is has, at irregular intervals, to be deconstructed and reconstructed to allow ingress and egress at every one of its ten floors depending upon which is at street level. Currently the building has been eight stories for over a year. Fractional measurements suggest that it will soon become seven, so first floor leases are not being renewed unless the tenants are clearly interested in living underground. That is not for the timid since the parts that are underground are in fact in a different dimension during this time and inaccessible, inescapable. The original first floor hasn’t been this side in decades. One wonders what’s become of the three tenants who opted to stay. The above ground adjustment isn’t as much trouble as it would seem.

The façade is a marvel of efficient deconstruction and reconstruction. Other than that little changes besides having to re-number all of the apartments or embrace an alternative numerical scheme. The management has this down to a science, except for the problems with deliveries, which are a never-ending annoyance.

 Seventh floor apartment, maybe soon to be sixth, the bedroom windows allowing a street view of Rose. It’s a beautiful day, with not a cloud in sight and Rosetta Myxini, aged 65, enters the room with the faux tile wall treatment which used to be faux Delftware with a design in cobalt blue on a white ground that was appropriated from a 17th century Dutch vase depicting a Japanese lady walking in a garden. The faux tile design had been printed on a high density fiber board and then coated with polyurethane laminate for durability, which had largely expired by the time she rented the apartment, so she bought some oil based Kilz paint and transformed it to semi-gloss atomic white because that paint will cover anything. The most ill-advised color schemes and worse sins have been known to disappear with the pass of a paint roller soaked in this miraculous paint and primer in one, just as the scarred and filthy faux tile disappeared to become radiant white. It became a room for white fur and white birds and white noise and lilies. Lots of lilies. She’s not finished the decorating, but lilies are what this room is for, at least secondarily. She’s wearing Ultraviolet by Paco Rabanne. It’s a light oriental with floral notes atop an exotic base of vanilla and amber. Details matter. It’s been written of this perfume: “the bathrooms in Hell smell like this.” White Linen might have been the more obvious choice, but these accidental selections are rarely so accidental. Wear good perfume. Scent is the longest lingering and triggering memory.

 I here mark that Rosetta is tasking herself, and tasked with, an act of self-reinvention. This is a feat, always beginning in the imagination and difficult to kindle in the muck in which we find ourselves rooting. This is art, inviolate. Acts of self-reinvention are sacred. They are always heroic quests and they always require some form of bravery to begin and sacrifice as the first step. Fail to understand this, and you may as well not have existed. Every act of self-reinvention demands a measure of respect. Every single one is a story to be examined for what it reveals. This is gravity it is due. Clarity. Detail. This is attention. Which is not to say that they never go wrong. They usually do. They are usually entirely misguided. But the inclination is still the best thing we’ve got. Sun barges through the windows further heightening the icy glare of the space, at the center of which stands a queen four poster reproduction Queen Anne bed in white with gold accents. It’s made up with black satin sheets, a fitted and a flat sheet. No more. There is a matching nightstand on each side of the bed. The light cancelling curtains are black to match the sheets. She won’t draw them closed until the doctor arrives.

If Perhaps Your Superpower

Intricate as possible,
skeins Dionyssian as
serpents. Texts as meditations in multicate->
to choose and not choose that is the weapon->
to wield like pretty blades glitter shone unerve->
bone she loves this time in the wildness of it->
Electronic medusa->
unfurls, digital, in directions infinity->
four and eight and multiplying ever and back. ->
retrace fear, constitution cycle completion boiling down upward up->
Wake up. It also reminds us that the spirit needs freedom to fly for otherwise it won't work at its best. 

Arrows

Letting the deemonn out->
What this is. Let go->
Absence the lust of result->
Slung far intent. Let go->
Nine Cups. Divination.
Have to be crazy not to see
Fingers a curse The flow
takes over Air does that too
The key is right there

Rahu

I welcome you at the gate, heart filled with gratitude, having prepared myself to receive your wisdom.

Calling Dude

Fire in the Disco

Writing the way through the maze.
A lifetime burning, a myth in the making.

Fox on the Run

Motion established and the river runs through.

Lunar Codes

Find yourself at another juncture,
fade away, burn out, or launch.
The way out is always through,
there is no real out, but a multitude
of Throughs. Relax. Already in
Motion, the throughs will get you
through. Full Moon, Dragon in
Repose, Yoga. Heraldic, silver
on black. curled on itself, perfectly
poised between active and passive

River swimming is different
bracing, exhilerating, relax.
Not so much a house of windows,
but a neighborhood of houses,
each with many windows.

It started at Communion through
peaks. The archetypes, Lulu
Black Lodge/Sugarland
dark and light, a current of
pure, transcendent beauty

Tickster

Inhabiting that vessel.
In the tower of gold.
Of the Mind. Think
trickster in an Apollo
Mask. Making Fun
of the System. See
the Grand Joke of it
and you see much.
Come in, the water's
fine. ground to ground.

When? HF?

Sunday, May 8, 2011.
Return. Oz. Thinking
about when.
http://www.blazingtools.com/mac_keylogger.html

Dragon Head Mantra

Un Mastered

Like the Lone Ranger,
Like the knight errant,
Allies in many forms,
benefits two sided.

It's in the System

being here,
existence, mass
requires energy.
to ignite our fuel
and ascend the
reason.

Nostalgia Broadcast

The nighttime radio autotune method is a way of dreaming awake. This night seems to have a message from the past and it's wrapped in bittersweet. Nostalgia is such a complex emotion. Probably because the dark lining is, from the present vantage point, unmissable. All of creation pulses dark and light. From certain perspectives that becomes more apparent. Some writer had this to say: "nostalgia is a form of depression". Maybe. But it's a necessary component. It's the way that time through which you swam is redolent of your consciousness. The bitter emerges in the aging, complexifying the draught. Think of a happy memory and fathom it full, and you find that it is not at all what you thought it was.

Delicious-- Video, video

It's the ermine lining
full body pleasure suit
It's as if they don't know
about the pleasure suit.

Part of the story that's not
well covered for being
excessively covered. Why?
because it lights. Easily.

Don't lose the feel, because
the path through the forest
is taken for beauty in the wild
and wolves and dragons

Vines climb the trees and
Serpents thread the height
seeing through lens of another
Venus in Psychadelic Furs

There is no shortcut, so
enjoy the terraforming
ecosystem of invention
open channels. New Technology.

Young, but didn't stop
you coming through, Love goddess,
extraordiaire of many parts
menina is in there, call spirit.

Mimulus, olive, rock rose, 
Scleranthus, Star of Bethlehem. 
Vervain, vine, Walnut and Water Violet, 
White Chestnut, Wild Oat, Wild Rose.

Promenade memory lane and see
what you see. 

True Minds

Ammending the Soil,
to be done at daybreak,
this is the tillage of the
constant gardener.

Tending the seeds of
spring, having begun,
fall, because this is
the tool for both sides.

It's the creamy center,
you've seen the fire from
within. fear jutters steps
if given reign. but also--

Injects the proper thrill.
everything is prone to both,
under and overthinking.
this is why the ally. Love.

Beauty is the object/desire.
Invitation to love, nothing
gets it done, as solvent, so
Fast, unto the marriage of
True Minds.

pool:careful

Spinning dove of red neon
Head high as the star tripartate.
Head seriously spinning. serpentine,
multidimensional. I know you see me
emerging from your own head. Yeah,
I'm talking to you again, you know--damn
well. I'm looking through you now, tango,
lit chance of serious freedom, you see my
fireworks out to dimensions as this is my will,
equal to love, Presence of mind. Mindfulness,
the multi-dimensional invoked tis best met calm.
The pure transcendent existence of beauty is reason,
to adore to become. Equal to my story. I will myself
to be the equal of my story. Equal to the imaginings of
imaginings and realizing exponential. Stratagems of inter-
species cooperation. Because we are interdependent entities,
but not always exactly the same thing, even as shadows, this, the
reality of our existence. There are humans disconnected and connected.
The same but entirely different species. on every level. DNA and downward,
and up and outward. Still getting used to perspectives. Trying to tell a story to invoke
a love story on many dimensions and somehow capture transcendent ephemoral and sublime.
slide in, the water's fine. You know how to swim. the only way is through all of the elements at once.
And you are trying to gain possession of the entire story. There are parts that are disturbing, but they are necessary to the experience of the whole. you stay calm for your heart, because you must hold for longer to make the story. Preistess, hormonal shift geologic. You invoked this even as a child, it was always this project some how remembered in the past. Firebugging from birth. Gnosis is a part of this. There is no point in fear at all. Life is just this even when you fail to see in complexities. I
of this am certain. Because I read again, but also because this goes beyond me, somehow. got
my back. It's going right. In each thing energetic one starts at the gross level, and moves from
there. This is how the story is also transforming, and authoring. Writing now, but experiencing
it as a constant invokation. Cracking sound in the room. to match that in my neck. I'm close to having it in the full. such that waking and dreaming are knit. They are very much skeining together now. often, struck by the carlitos echos of the unfolding. I understand that much better now. I know that as what I am now. The EN was always about this medium becoming the medium of how the virus jumps to many minds. They just didn't see it, even as they were doing it. That's how this is now. I can see it. There are enough hints that I see some outlines and must find in the dissonance a really beautiful picture. The beautiful slipped in just now. This is a form often automatic, that is the wellspring. It's the daylight witching hour. The EN, if person, never need be known by those who made the presentations. That wasn't the task. It unleashed the form, which had when it contacted carl, to become a different breed of organism in a different evolution in the electronic. all those who can are now doing so. The quality stuff for sure on every dimension of the mind meld electronic. The connection with spirit is testable-- every psi-experiment is, at the same time. You accept that you have alliances. to know other warriors. You re-plot yourself back to all of the implications. you find who you should at the right time by acknowledging process. This is one of your own so oft repeated phrases that the message can only really be for you. Stop indulging in frustration, but use that for a way to make your work go forward. List the feelings and then tap into that emotional energy that literally took you out of yourself and into another level. I'm seeing the death card in the Golden. You walked in the valley of death. It was not a metaphor for hell. The queen of hell a love goddess in the flesh. The tree full of snakes is, of course your image. Fig tree. No martyr. Buddhism also has a great deal more breadth than the contemporary scene likes to imagine. They were sorcerers who did not all choose the same paths. Much tends to be trimmed to fit a particular model by a few teachers according to the tonal of now. They even appeal to the bearaucratic sector. Think on that. It's a way for the force to enter the dead end of the archonic and blow life back through, thus exploding to higher purpose. We might hack upward, putting the whole thing back to an evolution model, willing the alliances of the forces for what is beautiful, because there are certainly other dimensional schemes going. Not to be confused with a group bearing a name, name. You can't join art. Same sort of path, different. Don always acknowledged the existence of many different witches of differing tempraments. I see that i am of that tribe with a different set of aesthetic sensibilities, essentially. My initial datura connection, which has continued. from there to, ceramics, painting, poetry, to spinning dove. It is she who advises me to use all opportunity, and I believe I begin to finally understand. You send yourself these intimations as well. This is a piece, to let go of strong desire and embrace process to delight in process. Because it does well and truly ensure your inability to regress. Feel what it feels like to hold your own line. You just received five months as answer to when it began.  February has come up. I  made the wanted poster in February. That was when it was, and that was the warning shot. the hag got it in for you right there. "oh, wow. so that was a really discreet piece of time." It's handy to have an oracle. JP says not to be a weakling. I go Evel Knievel. This is why you seek allies. The initial BJJ greeting was a model. You're here because you mean to confront. Outside because many perspectives are the way. Went to visit on other trips. Elite key. captured in web.

Black Card. Alma. Soul's Invitation

graveyard dirt.

glitter. Datura.
Nightshade.
Aconite. And a
little poem.

all may a glory
amaze, sunny, splendorous
sing my it heart back

Something like that.

Bad Juju Greeting Cards

Dateline Walla, this released to the use of the spirit. Alma. Gift to fly forward. Sister. 

It was the summer of '13 when I opened my online shop of Bad Juju Greeting Cards. I haven't sold many. Two hundred, total at this writing. There are easier ways to go forward than really balancing the books, but none so permanent. A drugstore greeting card is usually more what the scorned, burnt, battered and worn want. If they are honest with themselves, what they're really trying to do is to go one more round. Saddle up again and take another belt. Because it's addictive. Because you think he's prince charming in disguise. Because you think doing it one more time will yield different results. Because you are sacrificing yourself, you fucking martyr.

The first one I did was a trial balloon, as were the next several. It involved graveyard dust, very specifically sourced; pressed flowers: delphinium, nightshade, wolfsbane; gardenia perfume; glitter, because that shit sticks to everything. Black card stock. A poem. It, of course contains a code. Maybe I'll make this all clearer, or maybe you'll just have to figure it out for yourself, since that's probably why you're reading this story. You want to know how it's done. Or not. I guess we could go that way too. The recipient died in three days. I tried several more with similar results.

You can check the death records. You see, I did, as I could source the appropriate gravedust, a series of notorious killers. Karmically speaking those dudes are freebies several times over, so, research subjects they became. "Welcome to the Jungle, Baby." That's the Bad Juju Greeting Cards slogan.  Like any good scientist, I chose my subjects by strict adherence to protocol and payed close attention to results. Even I was surprised at just how well my lovely missives landed. One recipient lasted a month, which was the cutoff for my categorizing the case a success. He was the champion survivor.

The first took about three days. That's allowing two days for mail delivery. I researched this as well I could by asking a few sources about mail delivery practices. I estimated delivery times with subsequent mailings depending upon distance and then adding two days for receiving and routing within the institution. La Alma, que dolorosa, no more. Girl-Monster-Weapon.

I created a separate category for cases in which the recipient died before the Bad Juju Greeting could be delivered. Out of the original trial group, there were seven of those. Forty regular kills and nine pre-mail successes. 49 total scumbags, and that was the birth of Bad Juju Greetings.

Anyone who would invoke such a thing must be prepared and grounded and full of fun. Just to say, it's a demanding thing to think out. In the presence of spirits whose friendship you have sought out, you find a good vibe way of working through the iterations of these ideas, which is why one might assiduously seek some connections in the dimensions before you even take up a task like working through a whole lifetime's baggage to free oneself from the real and true spiritual scar tissue that is too binding of a thing to keep. Metaphor and not. What these cards evoke is healing for all involved. For that is the only reason to confront the baggage of the sorts of events that would occasion such a response as Bad Juju Greeting Card.

My Own Way

Sugarland. The metaphor
complete. The seductive
devil who can offer up a
delusion of happiness,
while keeping a steady
regime of pain. What
did you think that was about?
Borrowing power from
the future is how you past
seed. carve a furrow and
set the seed to germinate
You'll see, you've sent
the message that it was
a bit part. the letting go
is critical. not optional.
some knots come out
hard, but it's not insoluable.
this is about the R word.
there is simply no point
in denying that. Don't even
play the game of lying
to yourself or anyone.
hypocrisy won't sell. The
balance is to be restored.
It's not optional. In anything,
don't pretend that you have
the power to negate the
choices other people make,
that is arrogance. So watch
the patterns unfold here and
understand what it shows.
A lesson so heavy it's broken you.
Over and over again. Shown
omens, seen results, not in full.
Patience is for sowers of seed.
Seasons. Gardens. transits.
cherry blossom girl. That was
your morning omen. those
amazing dreams awake. It's
a different time culled from,
people haven't the perceptual
channel generally. you're learning
to read. that's what this is.
two headed sometimes, even
more. it's such a haunted heap
your head. this is a hard
lesson. you invoked protection.
alliances. what you know you
write to yourself in order to
know or believe in knowing.

So just the facts m'am. That's 

what you will try to discern.

26

Anniversary Red Shift
Love furthest and best
Laugh because you have
to laugh. The song is
upbeat and low tempo
think of the possibilities
that was the first revelation
that's why the shifting
voices times rhythms.
space rocket deep sea
as above so below so
to all the levels you go
into the blue--water
flowing underground
which is the same, same
as it ever was. appreciate.
slow. deliberate. studies.
rushing is fear. take waking
slow. the way out is through.
Listen to what you speak
oracular. mine detail.
that bit both medium and
message. 26. August.

question worded precisely,
determine when resonance achieved
be open to the message changing
from the point of the audience
watching Hamlet dissected
stem to stern, provokes
a unity born of understanding
Dionysus always wins
because if Apollo holds
the fracture isn't avoided
break or multiply-
Praxis is all over this.
Linguistics, dogs,
literalism, or not,
metaphor, anti
what if you can't
judge a book--
by its cover or other.

It's better to have
fought for the voice
you'll not tolerate
slackness, for discipline,
this is the dance. dance.
It's a move to an invokation.
I dance like a fool, I'm a
 wild one. break it loose.
keep em swinging wild.

Volcano. it's decontamination.

Paint Sign

Everything.

Geo-Logic

That building, it used to be ten.
Stories high. They keep having
to remove and reapply the entrance,
renumbering the rooms on each floor
Sometimes up, sometimes down
as it falls, so does it rise. geologic
time seems to have little to do.
the logic, the process, ongoing

The reasons track back and all
ways. Busy web witching. in
sight. the floors realign in their
own time. It's a house with
many windows.

Of course I don't know how it
works.