Friday, August 17, 2012

Product of your Magic.

We're here to fly off the tracks on this whole thing called...
Magic has been a part of my vocabulary ever since my grandmother highlighted it as "Satan's work...Not to be dabbled with in any shape or form." She said she would be 'cross' with me otherwise.
She said that allot. 'Something' would make her cross with me. Sunday nights in the 80's had the CBC television station entrancing millions of Canadian children and adults all the wiser, with the 'imagineering' of Disney. A truly enchanted visit into the highly rendered folk stories of our time. I remember the almost euphoric awe brought on by the blue Disney splash screen. The angelic sounds rebounding off my eardrums forcing me to shut up and pay attention. One Disney artist from the early days was 'D'on 'B'luth(42). He connected with me through such cartoons as Robin Hood and The Rescuers. Don Bluth also made video game Dragon's lair. A 'C'ult 'C'lassic(33)indeed. Basically he is a cleaver marketeer. Modern day Magicians use subliminal techniques and rely on consensus perceptions to get the inside job done.
"The Rescuers is a 1977 American animated film produced by Walt Disney Productions and first released on June 22, 1977 by Buena Vista Distribution. The 23rd film in the Walt Disney Animated Classics series, the film is about the Rescue Aid Society, an international mouse organization headquartered in New York and shadowing the United Nations, dedicated to helping abduction victims around the world at large. Two of these mice, jittery janitor Bernard (Bob Newhart) and his co-agent, the elegant Miss Bianca (Eva Gabor), set out to rescue Penny (Michelle Stacy), an orphan girl being held prisoner in the Devil's Bayou by treasure huntress Madame Medusa (Geraldine Page)." Anyone who has read my words knows that 1977 is an slight obsession for me. Although most of my energy these days about '1977' goes towards ranting my poor wife's ears off about such things as alien contact and hidden technology. Regardless we're here to fly off the tracks on this whole thing anyways. Luckily I can tell you a story using facts from my life. Thoughts and dreams I hold fast to memory. Superstitious synchronicity and drug inspired mental ninjutsu collide.
From what I can see, Magic is a before and after binary system of maze walking. The magician practices visualizing things he wants done. He has a motivation towards a certain intent. But he should only act in the aether. In the void. In the dream time. Through imagination. Symbolism attaches to intent much like the arms on a typewriter attach to their code. A magician loops the symbols in ways that manipulate reality into his will. Once you see the abstract maze like structure of our brains you realize oddly enough that the brain physically takes on the abstract but symmetrical split of maze patterned grey matter. For me and my psychosis I see~hear~feel~smell~taste certain 'cues'. A superstitious disposition incubated by some of my relatives and now, also built on a half ass understanding of synchronicity and occult things. I haven't even read any Yung yet. So distracted. I'm a clumsy fence walking wizard. But I can say for certain that ritual magic works. For instance. One night, A short while ago, I made up a lottery sigil and posted about it on Christopher Hunter Myers facebook page. I was not being totally respectful towards my intent. It was playful magic at the time. I was almost mocking it. The next day I found a bunch of rolled change we lost during packing for the move. Just enough change was found to make us a bit more comfortable in terms of personal consumables. I can give you one very recent and successful incantation I meditated on and thus executed. It involved a certain person at work who recently started to 'bu77y' me with mocking taunts. I mean, my disposition has people thinking I'm weak and vulnerable. Some people can't help but see a target. This isn't good cause I keep my life as pure as I can. Most of the time. I feel I'm a good father and lover. I feel I'm a good provider(lies) and an honorable person at heart(true) for the most part. So when people fuck with me, I throw out my intent via mental insult. Can't help it. I curse them. Passive aggressive extremus. And I believe I have a demon familiar tending my magical(passive aggressive) whims. My habits keep me bound to be antisocial. Figure it out. At least cartograph my experience in to bits I can process? Cause god damn if that S-O-B was fired the very next day. His name was also Jon. And he was big. And he listened to heavy metal music and he was a welder. I say good riddance for once in my life. I carried a cross long enough for the guilt of that prick. This very same building where I work now I worked in back from 2001 - 2003 for another company. The building carries allot of karmic ghosts I think. Treatment I didn't deserve and cruelty expressed behind my back is a stain I feel there. Yes I'm fucking weird. I'm a freak. But you don't know my honor. And fuck you if you jump to conclusions. People must want negativity. And I'm guilty as charged as being negative. My mental extent at age 18-19? During this time of my working career I actually started to visualize many of the people there as Don Bluth characters. But sadly that part of my 'magic' is gone and in line. Now I just participate in a casual skullduggery. Mental migitry. Mickey mouse ego control. I can handle it cause I'm a skilled worker and at least I can concentrate on the job at hand. I enjoy my job these days. It in itself is a magical ritual I'll get into another time. Although I've experienced focused intent to the point where I feel its legitimate, I do not spend to much time casting spells of thought. Too lazy or distracted? But god dammit it when you are truly scared, do you not ask for god? Who ever is there HELP!
alien contact and hidden technology. Northern Mars polar structure. Credit ~internetz~
God damn it if I don't miss the magic of my own ancient imagination. When nostalgia visits, I spend good time with it. Remembering how pure I felt as a child. Remembering the good and bad. Anyways... Perhaps a fragmented shard of a moon tower. Built out of moon dust. Charged with solar radiation. A tower between our 2 worlds. This was the tower of babel. Our collective attempt at stacking wooden alphabet blocks as a group. When you realize that "once upon a time in a Galaxy that is home, exists a fractal wave of consciousness. Technology is fractal in discovery. Tesla probably had knowledge of these things . Start with one question. Ask yourself. Do you think we are supposed to live underwater? Imagine the birthing process underwater. Imagine the babies floating sill attached to their mothers. A tower. Coming up for air when needed. Where is air? Mothers face.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

The Cube is gleaming

"NOAA satellites traced the bright flash of X-ray light to an area on the sun's surface known as region 1402 — the same area that had produced a weaker flare Thursday. A coronal mass ejection — which can hurl billions of tons of plasma up to 5 million mph — quickly followed."

Long time no C. How are your ears people? How do you feel? How does this reality make you feel? Do you feel like a leave, a big leave, on a slow decent to the chipper? Where begins the feast or famine by global magnitude solar storm crisis? Did we have the insurance of trinity suns in our solar system once upon a time? After all, gods have been known to represent stars.

{{The cube shines forward information in huge packets in this year of the dragon 2012.}}

Our connection is...............upgrading. More flow of information. Good things to come for those with true grit.

Aurora Borealis at Tromvik Norway from Helge Mortensen on Vimeo.

Enter the Dragon of this year of our lord. The keyper of the secret knowledge. All information comes from the sun. And so does all art.

Friday, July 22, 2011

The Joke Box - Accidental preview.

Do you like dogs?

Do you like Joker?

Do you like weird paranoid parallels drawn by a rambling half ass synchromystic geek?

Then chew on this preview for a while.

Another video about my ongoing casual exploration of personal synchronicity. I hope to present a full video on the topic soon.

What does it all mean? I don't know but its cheap entertainment.