An Enchanted Clearing High in the Cascades, which is currently not accessible because of the weather
Friday, November 30, 2018
Fast, Slow, Slippery, Strange
"The distinction between self and the infinite becomes meaningless when one becomes the Medusa Recordex." This sounds like a bold marketing claim. It's flashed on every slick surface of the slippingly glimpsed and the media face slam alike. This is a metaphor and it's not. Failing to see that is a failing at orienteering, which is potentially a very bad thing in the wilderness.
This is going to be a question of memory, which is why the sensory dis and orientation, as material orienteering should be more of a subject if one is thinking of time travel nonsense. Ask yourself if this is already resonating with you. Think about things that arrive before you could possibly have understood the message, which you only later realize was the thing you've been trying to tell yourself, for instance. Begin to sense the dimensions of time itself. Build your own memory storehouse, to get in on the Medusa Recordex.
The building at the corner of Rose re-orients itself to the material realm in iterations. Fractional variations, ectoplasmically and seismically and comically, seem to indicate a rearrangement is in order. Adjustment-- balance and fluidity in dynamically tensioned equilibrium -- currents. That's clarity.
This is the message from headquarters. Interpretation is ever the challenge in these communications, after decipherment, of course. One must respond, so one must first discover the actual intent of the message. How does one do this? By means of the Medusa Recordex, of course. There's the marketing campaign around the release of a sensory enhancement implant module. The key lies in the shadow cast by that glaring exhortation. Nobody at Walla Walla Wickidity Works has any idea what this means. Or other explanations. As far as we know. Developing...
This message arrives with the discovery of a forgotten manuscript which is now circulating the workshops for some clue as to how it got so far back in time as it did. The story is, therefore, confusing and a little out of focus, but the import must be divined. It is not yet understood if this is a discrete event. Of course nothing like this is a discreet event, but it's hard to resist a pun.
Sunday, November 25, 2018
The Monk
The material of the Phoenix
Fueled by Love, Requires,
As Fire does Air, thus
Purification of Water
For not all who would
volunteer are immune
to Elevation by this
Process to Divinity, this
Vision Crossing Time
Fathom that I created
a vehicle. For the quaking
aching scream of ecstatic
union, summoned back
in Time.
Thursday, November 15, 2018
Transmogrification: A Love Story
Solve et coagula
love fueled always
other subsumed
firebird alight
transmit and receive
mirror mirror
water water
love fueled always
other subsumed
firebird alight
transmit and receive
mirror mirror
water water
Wednesday, November 7, 2018
Black Lepidoptera Lit
At the edge. A shadow,
Almost. Fusion Rising
at Ishtar's gate. to perfect
by subsuming purifying
through the vessel ()
Immaculate Light -->
Balance, Venus, Libra
Dance, Cast, to be.
To Be. Dark Lepidoptera,
Moth or Butterfly, Both.
Day to night to day to night
Polished Facets. Dark and
Fever Lit. Spectacular.
It speaks of Time.
Subsuming is the method,
Old material Recycling
Energy conserved
Plant is:
Soil, oxygen, light, water.
Retracing, the methods
in Practice. to be a Pure
Channel. Bend with
The Remover to Remove
your mark Ever-Fixed
on pure fusion. Babalon
Carnivale Arrival.
Thursday, November 1, 2018
Crafting
Rune Soup. Gordon White.
"It's funny, right? I have a permanent ancestor altar, but on Halloween you go to the trouble of -in my case- laying in armagnac, collecting flowers from snake creek in river field, buying glassware, and so on. And having started setting it up on October 30, a whole load of 'stuck' conditions in my life came dramatically 'unstuck' once the altar had woken up -including getting some of the excavation started I had been trying to arrange since April. As described in The Chaos Protocols, the psychological benefits of an ancestral practice are alone worth it... but it is also some kind of generalised, universal lubricant for life."
Which is also to say that to many it looks like interior decorating.
"It's funny, right? I have a permanent ancestor altar, but on Halloween you go to the trouble of -in my case- laying in armagnac, collecting flowers from snake creek in river field, buying glassware, and so on. And having started setting it up on October 30, a whole load of 'stuck' conditions in my life came dramatically 'unstuck' once the altar had woken up -including getting some of the excavation started I had been trying to arrange since April. As described in The Chaos Protocols, the psychological benefits of an ancestral practice are alone worth it... but it is also some kind of generalised, universal lubricant for life."
Which is also to say that to many it looks like interior decorating.
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