my dreams were becoming intense, before i reimmersed in bad town.
i was meditating, some in the forest, some in the garden - which are totally different things - meditation of stillness and meditation of steady labor.
i was reading tales of occult power, and the science, strategy, practice of chaos.
life was elevating towards a powerfull and unique place, then i was brought back to reality by the most mundane of events - or perhaps the second most, after death.
"... four-faced hermaphroditic self-copulating dwarf... "
now i'm real, like dirt, with the pain of disadjustments (ribs not in the right place) and the pleasure of fitting with my girl, the pleasure of making it work, and finding things fall into place.
i remind myslef that the universe flows naturally for anyone followign vis true will. i try to make that make sense around my life.
let me tell you this dream:
-three guys, it seems, sitting around a round pink-copper table, in a basement, with a single light from above
-a cthullu faced alien suddenly grasped by forces, and shifted. running or something like it, and it, he, struggles, in ravines, surrounded by mountainous still monsters, alive but nothing like it. then the alien is being pulled down a hole just small enough, but he's holding on against a tide of biting insects pushing him down, praying and begging for mercy or help, or justice and then he's gone.
the scene pulls back to show the hole and bowl and insects is set into the basement table, with the three "guys" sitting around watching the octopus face critter on his way to hell or death... one of the guys says something inocuous but not english, something perhaps equvalent to "i'm hungry", and you realize he'd only be mistaken for human from a distance, his face is way wrong, and his arm has too many joints, and they shift under his skin.
-the nephew, or possibly sickly son, a human princeling, fretting over the long history of people with split minds. he's clearly doomed and pale, and is telling his friend of his thematic ancestor and showing an engraving of him, the first greek with a split mind, and the wave-sigil-scar between his eyes, and his fate, of being stabbed upward from under the chin by some betrayer, and telling him "isn't it ghastly and doesn't he look almost happy"
then perhaps a single shot of the nephew with the blade in the flesh under his chin.
-a man and a woman in classy toga, in their home in a big dome, supported by greek columns. she's beginning to freak out, runs into the foyer (though they all seem like the same room,) and demanding that he come to her and he scoffs and says come to you, darling i'm the blahdeblah, but the wind is picking up and he comes to her, and she says don't you see, this always happens before it/he(?) comes, you must elect silasl now! and the wind picks him up in the air calmly and calmly he says but "darling, i mustn't elect silasl.. musn't i?" then lines are drawn across him like creases in paper, and he is ripped apart, and she shouts, and then a still shot of a tall gray wooden cabinet, like that explains everything.
::end dream::
i was meditating, some in the forest, some in the garden - which are totally different things - meditation of stillness and meditation of steady labor.
i was reading tales of occult power, and the science, strategy, practice of chaos.
life was elevating towards a powerfull and unique place, then i was brought back to reality by the most mundane of events - or perhaps the second most, after death.
"... four-faced hermaphroditic self-copulating dwarf... "
now i'm real, like dirt, with the pain of disadjustments (ribs not in the right place) and the pleasure of fitting with my girl, the pleasure of making it work, and finding things fall into place.
i remind myslef that the universe flows naturally for anyone followign vis true will. i try to make that make sense around my life.
let me tell you this dream:
-three guys, it seems, sitting around a round pink-copper table, in a basement, with a single light from above
-a cthullu faced alien suddenly grasped by forces, and shifted. running or something like it, and it, he, struggles, in ravines, surrounded by mountainous still monsters, alive but nothing like it. then the alien is being pulled down a hole just small enough, but he's holding on against a tide of biting insects pushing him down, praying and begging for mercy or help, or justice and then he's gone.
the scene pulls back to show the hole and bowl and insects is set into the basement table, with the three "guys" sitting around watching the octopus face critter on his way to hell or death... one of the guys says something inocuous but not english, something perhaps equvalent to "i'm hungry", and you realize he'd only be mistaken for human from a distance, his face is way wrong, and his arm has too many joints, and they shift under his skin.
-the nephew, or possibly sickly son, a human princeling, fretting over the long history of people with split minds. he's clearly doomed and pale, and is telling his friend of his thematic ancestor and showing an engraving of him, the first greek with a split mind, and the wave-sigil-scar between his eyes, and his fate, of being stabbed upward from under the chin by some betrayer, and telling him "isn't it ghastly and doesn't he look almost happy"
then perhaps a single shot of the nephew with the blade in the flesh under his chin.
-a man and a woman in classy toga, in their home in a big dome, supported by greek columns. she's beginning to freak out, runs into the foyer (though they all seem like the same room,) and demanding that he come to her and he scoffs and says come to you, darling i'm the blahdeblah, but the wind is picking up and he comes to her, and she says don't you see, this always happens before it/he(?) comes, you must elect silasl now! and the wind picks him up in the air calmly and calmly he says but "darling, i mustn't elect silasl.. musn't i?" then lines are drawn across him like creases in paper, and he is ripped apart, and she shouts, and then a still shot of a tall gray wooden cabinet, like that explains everything.
::end dream::