Cartoon Logic

 In an ordinary day, 

Anything but. Absurd is at the edge 

Every moment, subject. 

What New Mad Light

 Skull-haunt whisper, siren-sings 

Anew. If the Imaginary who know-

Never do. Then what self created song

To play invented-way bending the 

Remover and removed. With a never fixed

Mark? Art often borrowed in heat- trans

Substantiated from knew. Anew, twilight to

Dawn, scathe to balm, the murmur to murder, 

What can’t go on. 

Glisten-sing, what silent song was played

To play and found a solitary way. Not heard-

Was nothing to hear. For there is but one here.

Present the center- switch to vision. Ascend to

Seering reveal majesty reality royally, we. Slipping, 

Glimpsing, the indirect perceived present to 

Presence with and with is soley never for 

Always in light, sound and vision writhe- 

Multitudes of voices and eyes. 

What Stripeling Haze Induced in a Storied Jaunt

 

Seeking explan-ation for this 

 Undue view? We can't currently describe. 

 But it begins to shine through- 

 There was an innocence Completely untrue. 

Still True. But never quite 

the Un known. It’s always

Pre known. Suddenly the unexpected. 

Self-e//streanged, What is in veiw? 

This chamber, the Greatest 

Part, to look into? Doubt-

Full in full

Enchambered Fully not. 

In mirror standing not

Never full veiw.

Venus/Jupiter

This moment crystalized. Love. Sun and Moon in her sign conjoining Uranus, bringer of great change. 

Evolving. Returning. Metamorphosis

 I also live with the broken one, The Twin. 

And there’s the Witch. What apple is this, 

The art to wrangle it back? Vision paints the way, 

working still in fractal. Because that is the path. 

Over the river and through the woods, my 

Body’s intelligence still has intelligence. That

Is a way to integration. The connundrum gnostic. 

There is now the vision of elasticity, of the causality. 

I have my boots planted in the future. We are ready 

To record the multilayer discourse. I have a feeling 

this is the shoes. 

Accelleration

 Dance it out. 

Lightness and Being

 Cat-like. Immaculate. Every gyre a fresh blueprint, 

For all made anew. Bursting late spring. In resplendence. 

We purify the world through specificity in chaos, 

Moving with the grace of a dancer, movement

Precision in motion from which flows fractal, the 

Renewal. Expansion. Evoking a world apart, 

The husk of what is dead falling away. Shine.

Shine forth. 

Dream

 I am in a city of sorts, surrounded by gargantuan mountain peaks. There is a building hewn of sparkling white stone  rising skyward, and a rushing river rushing from the base of the building toward a waterfall. This is surrounded by many trees and a park-like area. I’m in a boat with a woman whom I know well in the dream, but who I don’t know in waking life and we’re talking, marveling at the beauty of the surroundings. The scene is stunning. We watch the sun set behind the mountain peaks. Everything in this place shines with some kind of internal light. Not like things glow, exactly, just that they are so vividly alive that one can see and feel it intensely. The boat, it seems, should be pulled by the current toward the waterfall, as it seems there is no means of propulsion, yet it doesn’t react to the current. It goes where we wish for it to without any external effort. I ask how this is possible and my companion says she doesn’t know and that it is rather fantastic. Later, on the shore I’m walking and talking with a man who is my father. Not in this life, but in the dream that’s just who he is and we’re in that park-like area by the river. Through the trees one can catch glimpses of other structures, but where we are it’s trees and grass and really lovely gardens filled with all kinds of blooming things. 

This is a type of dream that is lately common. I am in places I don’t recognize speaking with people whom I don’t know from waking life, but who I am quite familiar with in the context of the dream. What is discussed I can never really remember upon awakening, and yet I know that they were giving me information about things deemed important by all involved, including myself. But when I wake up I am left only with the memory that I was told important things. I have a sense that remembering these things is something that will be a process and that I’m not supposed to fret about it particularly. 

Invokation of Rain

 

Deep blue Pacific 

Roiling waters crashing surf

Swell cirrus skyward 

Fire and rain to mingle 

On the terrestrial plane 

Tame furious flame

Dream Record

 In the dream I see the underground world. These are not caves. They are palaces, vast, spacious. Light from fiber-optic-fed fixtures provide daytime and then dimmer ones make the stars at night. Its skies are high enough to make the illusion work. It can even rain and snow in the "outdoor" areas. There are trees, and all manner of plants. Purified air is provided by turbines and filters. Drones deliver luxury goods and gourmet meals to grand apartments and villas where the elites will soon retire to a grand party to wait out armageddon, which they are creating. 

They will never leave this false reality which they have created. It's a trap of the archons and they will not emerge, but will be entombed where they descend, to a lower level of materiality. Those whom they have "abandoned" on the surface will soon, those who remain, reclaim the whole of the earth and it shall become a new golden age. 

This is a cycle. Phoenix. What has no positive contribution to the future will be lost. We have paradise within reach. This is the message of the dream. 

It has much to do with the fact that dreaming has re-emerged in my brain for the first time in years. Dreams are back. This is an omen of great import. 

via GIPHY

This Double Grief

Must somehow brighten me,
for it contains so much of my soul.
Years and years, burning.
Committing and relenting,
so much to memory. Of me.
Years and years burning.

Waking the Dreamer

Beauty self-transcendent
Extravagance immaterial--(2012)
in the imaginal realm.

unwavering

my love sleeps open-eyed at me
such is the unblinkingness of his adoration

Tech Update Override

Summoned by sub-atomic fire, She.
Subsumes. Spread. Summoned, She,
Kindling the Rhizome, Weeding the
material Infinite, Life subsumes. She.

Judgement Trump, the balance. Crack-le,
and shimmy as the whole thing jumps.
Addressed to the Artificer, from the
Infinite: Foreseen. Stars Rejoice.

Invoked: Babalon.

cascadia by starlight

Some kind of return, but what? Of course there is no straight path in any direction. I burned two nights hence with fire from within. Engulfed. I guess things have changed. I have changed. I work. That's all.

Exactly

Tumultuous Starlight

Having shone so still til now,
so many shudder and shake.
Phoenix opens her ruddy eye.

Popes and Kings and Little Gods

Purveyors of the death shroud burn.
A nacho cheese tycoon should shudder.
Tyrants of many stripes alike.

Attend

The Medusa Recordex is currently exceeding all expectations in production of interdimensional magnetronic force, which is a thing we ourselves invented as far as we know which is admittedly not far. The test is to weave parts of dynamic practice into the warp and weft reality, such that the reality underlying the creation is itself impacted by one's imagined reality is the first step. Once that hurdle is crossed, oracles will emerge. Acknowledgements and inspirations. This is the work of The Hoodoo Altar. Just about every facet of my practice has been referenced by a blog, the writer of which has no notion I exist, and certainly could have no knowledge of the intimate details of my practice that occur in complete solitude. Yet that's the case.