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Flicker between worlds

fantasy-island-wallpaper

Stop. Breathe. Feel the world

Tumble down in the wail cadence

at the start of Erasure’s Sometimes.

 

Take a pace forward. You

know that iridesce

is a flicker between worlds,

overlay elements,

myth potential.

The ones you work with live

There, perhaps, in between worlds to

here, like this role in reverse.

 

The lands there appear differentiated too,

a stack of

 

 

 

which flickers, alike, different, to this space

and always has.

 

Yet things are different there, the same. When

spaces integrate I have

seen entities expanded over entire sky,

encountered beings up close in a

myriad of forms, sung to the dark

 and beautiful abstract mask spirits who cluster

around leaves and trees. Been encouraged in

process, shit and vomit by serious,

giggling gnomes. Felt >bzzz< wings against my

legs, learnt strategies, developed relationships,

friendships,

developed strength, and felt myself give it to them.

 

The question of reality is a misnomer.

The Otherworld does not exist

on the same plane as this

Space. Is this imagination? Pretend?

Dimensional? It doesn’t matter.

The shifts made through

interaction                              (between this non matter and)

matter.

The potentials created, envisaged,

the layers, those layers of being, life.

 

It is time to call the worlds together.

This is the

Battle. The only war that matters,

to paraphrase Diane. And yes,

it is the power of our imaginations, and

the power of working with their elements

as whirling, existent, experiencing in their own right,

which brings us to

strengths and possibilities

we did not know we had. The chance

for real change I can perceive

lies in aligning to these realms,

Honouring these spaces,

spirits, energies, that we have always

sensed. Seeing where they take us,

and where we may go with them.

 

What next? That daoist/BDSM symbol still appearing,

                        maybe, recently,

on surprise church windows in Africa,

back in the roundhouse in Wales.

 

Do you want to come

along? There’s a bridge to build

on this quest

and it’s not made of stones, but

wonderment, curiosity, stories.

Discoveries, energies, balances.

Space, Love, care, observation, listening,

communing,

communicating,

space.

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and yet not

Doubt, holy force

centre spiral, this life with

central point in all directions, all

directions doubt. To stop

and read, encounter

words, feel

strange

strands,

never

had to

read entire

ancestry through

               colonising other’s

eyes, eyes of my forefathers

             saturated in unimaginable

disconnection grab grab

                                                             grab crab better like my family,

                                                                  like I just learned

                                                                           Gandhi did

also, in

chain

of

like Do Things Our Way but

not too much, know

place, fuck off //

territory not

all over 100 years ago

how we have shifted,

flourished, grown

and yet not,

chasm

       failure perception

Where the road

had taken us

every moment

                                                                             still

                                                                                 here.

and say No.

and remember

                                   transmutation

Hope,

Love’s wells

spring

in

 step

 we are new

  Children

     Weeping

       in the blood and

curses

of our ancestors,

we take foot

and make new

Our own methods,

Will learn

(depths, games

Nothing) from

Everywhere,

Still

acknowledge, respect, dance

only way to play with

gentle footsteps

although

                                                   loud pumping progeny

                                                        rest and grow

                                       Build new queer

                                   Future We Are

                               from nowhere direction

                                  Meet and find the others

Only when the time and stars

                                               And spells are


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Mindfuck of Operation Mindfix

This may be controversial but it seems like a thing worth saying and saying clearly…. A lot of this blog by the very lovely John Higgs really resonates with me, but there’s something in it and the more or less universal adoration of it as a whole amongst the Discordians I know has left me…   surprised.. and y’know… a bit….  Well lets just say I perceive something in all of this that seems to have the potential to mellow out a really brilliant and powerful force (and a daft one) in this whole religion-joke-worldview-wtfm99-joke-religion thing. A force I personally suspect we could use more than ever.

What’s with *this*?

“It is too soon to definitively label and define, but the designer Amoeba has coined the temporarily-useful name Operation Mindfix. As he says, Operation Mindfuck is over for Discordians because it is unnecessary in the post-2016 world. From now on, the ongoing work can be considered part of Operation Mindfix.”

Operation Mindfix. Hmm…  I love getting on the self love evolution leading to world/universe wide shifts train as much as the next meditating, Aya drinking hippie – but mindfixed? Isn’t this something… else? And are these kind of platitudes the way to do it?… 

There are heavy comparisons to be made with the political and wider situation right now and the concept of Chapel Perilous (we have all been making them), and there are also comparisons to be made between the actions of the “alt right” and Operation Mindfuck.

But am I the only one thinking that to equate these things completely seems to miss so many layers of possibility, imagination and dimensionality. The most expansive and terrifying and exciting parts of these things… and the silliest and most fun ones.

Operation Mindfuck isn’t JUST to upset the powers that be, is it? Isn’t it also to free each other and ourselves. A form of persisting in folly a la Alan Watts, a form of healthy confusion, a way to make ourselves laugh and see how ridiculous it all is. Yep, it can get a lot more messed up than that too.. but are people really that free thinking and unsure they’re right just now that it’s no longer useful? Are WE ourselves, really, all the time? Are the other people you encounter? That it wouldn’t make a good part of the type of narrative construction being talked about elsewhere in the blog? Doesn’t look like it to me…….

Besides, in a chaotic world chaos may be one of our best weapons. As John himself says earlier in the blog:

“The real gut-kick is when people confidently proclaim that we should return to the pre-post-truth world, and then think about how to do that, and slowly realise that not only is it impossible but that there was no pre-post-truth world in the first place.”

There was no pre-post-truth world. And people are still looking for simple solutions. They still want those things to solve everything, to be right, to be final. And those with more power are still lying so that the solutions those people wind up going for are the things that suit those with power best, rather than the ones that are useful for people. They’re still convincing people that they are doing things for their benefit which are quite the opposite. Isn’t there… space for disruption here? Space for throwing a few of those golden apples at this wedding they so clearly “forgot” to invite us to?….

Anyhoo – some thoughts and questions, all meant with love. I could probably go on, but perhaps better not. Perhaps on numerous levels I’ve been mindfucked here… by John, by Amoeba, by myself…   who knows? I’m happy with that. Sisters, Brothers and other Siblings…   The antes may be considerably upped at present. Who knows where these next few years will take us. But I sincerely hope we keep playing with each other. And have you considered heating in this cold weather? I heard about a government funding scheme that may be able to help.