Wed 19 Aug 2009
Rewarp Renewal
Posted by laup under Discussion, Meditations, Outbreak, Playtime
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Okay, so like what the dame Hek is going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on, total craziness, that’s what’s happenin’ yo.
The brand new trans-triple headed crossroads warp core is installed and calibrated. The whole honeycomb hideout resonates with the sound of the rhythms of the grave, from the ground up. The cats might as well be staying on a gigantic spaceship of peace and love with catgrass on the house. Even the catboxes are ghost free and soothing to the rump.
Took me and K a while to recover from “stunned” and then the disorientation hit. That kind of strange contentment that comes from breaking free of a conflagration-fulmination into blue skies. At first you think you’re hallucinating. But it’s true, it’s true, it’s dame Hek true ahroo!
Back at the controls, I’m thinking about Ariadne’s thread. Yeah, we all need a grounding out technique to keep us from getting lost. But what if the minotaur needed a thread too? You know, so he could keep from getting lost to the outside world? What you say?! Monsters with a guidemap to jack us? Hek-yeah.
It’s a two way street, coming and going, departure, return. Aum.
And that goes for the divine as well as us human losers on this patch of dirt. The living spirit looks to us to try. Judging by that haunted house labyrinth I think some journeys are a one time only limited time offer.
I have the sense of answering the living spirit’s own prayer here, that there is a seeing up at the heavens and beholding earth. How many people ever get to go to the moon and look up in the sky to see themselves, their home suspended above from what was supposed to be above for so long in our imaginations?
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles.
We are the aliens, landing at a Mount Olympus near you. Do we bring messages of peace and advanced technology, or are we coming to invade? Are we bound by the prime directive when visiting Saint Anthony’s cottage for a cup of tea? Whose outside world manifestation are we anyway? Boxes within boxes, elephants all the way down.
o bro x,
yo elephants and miles and mt olympus happy catbox prose iz making one big xcellent smile here at my hear and now.
the who?
standing in front row, lighter held high.
yo sistah dame lover x