twentytwenty

year 2019 turns into 2020..
Happy New Year ..

Winternight

waiting for snow

Tom Caro went snowskipping with the wintergod.. Laughing.. Feeling upliftet..-"But..God..why don't you smite evil men into dust more often?"
God looked sad.. - " I can not do that Tom..as regards matters of matter.. I am Impotent" 

in exile

Tea Trek

More than 600 Light Years from Earth ; In orbit around the Red Superstar Betelgeuse ; Flying Tea Cups rendezvous with the Motherpot to be refueled..

the bell sounds

In Warsaw the Bell of the city would call the free men and women to debate ..and decide on.. important issues ...and so in Poland there was a very early and lively system of participation .. ( or so I seem to remember reading in a history book i once kept in my bookcase )..

  
the Dispute of the Bucket between the Italian citystates of Modena and Bologna ..

each citystate like a little cosmos unto itself , sharing within itself a way of speaking and thinking ..



in my hometown i once heard Peruvian Sky Music..chiming..

better to not become blind by trying to fathom the Land of Wonder....see a Leaf there , hear a bumblebee buzz drunkenly by..If the future constricts into a problem..maybe more constructive to cultivate calm and composure..so that one can face the final flourish with a hiccup..

                                            

Cosmic Coffee

                                                       
Pouring the Cosmos into being..

Kypellio Javarifakious , greek philosopher , 77 BC ; -"so we consider Liquid to be the foundation of all living things ...but what Kind of Liquid ? surely a Most Sublime Liquid.. for why would sublime beings like the Gods work with anything less?

observing the pedestrians in the city of Kaveloz ; how fast they walk and talk..like dots bopping around on a blurry background ...what on earth is their Animating Principle? they move Too Fast , their speech like superheated soup of Information Double Plus ..could it be Something in the Blood?

One Creation Mythos might seem as good as the next ...perhaps the Cosmic Cow Audhumla licked some ice , salty and sweet..and uncovered the handle of the  Prime Percolator....and soon Meaning would Flow..

enter the Desert of Divinity

Climbing and Clambering

the magician Abra Magana descending into yet another Bubble of Manifested Mania..

Fortunately his Celestial Luck Dog is with him on this dangerous mission..

people in little houses

Two for Tea.....They had met some time ago via Machines that exchange Meaning..
Now they were comfortable in eachothers company , like two mittens in a basket..

The couple would sip tea and discuss the Origin of Souls ; do souls incarnate to work out issues with Other Souls they had met in previous incarnations? ( in a previous life your last word before departure was "tea leaf"..so now i am pouring you a cup of tea..and some kind of Cosmic Symmetry is satisfied..)

as he was leaving the store with a cup of coffee..the winter sun shone rays of warmth upon his cold face..

-" wonderful " he thought ... -" In this life I will do my best to be a Prophet of Subtility ..and Each Poetic Suggestion will allude to an Escape Door opening..Life will Find a Way .."

A Long Bench .. What a Wonder to see a Pigeon ...a different Life Form ...that is clear ...And here is Observer ; clearly breathing and sitting .. observing each Intake and each moment of Being ....this day sitting on Long Bench the Idea of Nothingness seems hard to grasp..

Forms and Eccenses shaped as they flow along the long passage of time ...Molded by unseen hands..and next to the long bench the house of a magician adds its own invisible radiation of corners and roof to the Etheral Now..

the benefits of being a Vedic Entity when you have many cats at home..

falling awake

To fall asleep...to enter dreams again...Let me be like an empty vessel again O Father of Heaven....for when one Fills with Visions of Hell...and like a drunk magician shows it to the world...the inhabitants of the world will not be happy...but rather hate the Prophet of Despair who awoke them with baleful images...

Better to sleep...scurry back into Obscurity...But can Innocence really be achieved again once the Frenetic Mind is Let Loose? It seems the Mind can be both Blessing and Curse...it can be a Lantern of Horror or a Candle of Calm...if the candle is put safely to sleep after the waking...as Old Age claims the Payment of Life...maybe then the Little Light of God infusing us with Grace and Conscience...maybe then that Little Light can escape back to the source..

gnomignosis

after many little and large passages of Luumlunicae and Alphazaer....the tiny manling experienced an awakening.. Like Dreaming Awake beyond Dull Delirium..

For many Turnings the gnome Pseuda Pondi walked like One Liberated...but then the other gnomes came and forced him to sleep , eat ..and  Observe Orbit ...then he found himself becoming Dull and Drunk again...ah...but still ..the little Mushroom Man would remember his Strange Sleep...

drawing for mother

a drawing i made for my mother..soon to post it via a courier service...
I Remember..for a Long Time I was unable to appreciate my mother..since 2001 and the Collapsis of twin towers I have been mostly Out to Lunch..as they say..
I Knew..without knowing..without being able to Phrase it..I knew that after Collapsis ..Amoricae would Open the Gates of Hell..in Retaliation..

so in the aftermath of all of this ..I found myself entering and leaving the Mental Institution in my Home Town..like a comically black and white movie run at high speed..committed...medicated ..restrained..absolved ..then relapsis..back and forth..doors slamming...
this comical view of tribulations I have borrowed from Umberto Ecos book Focaults Pendulum..it is my Holy Book ..so to speak..

these days and nights I am truly fond of my mother....as sons we might forget the One who gave us Life and Limb...but a mother will remember and hope for her sons...not much more to write..just need to extend this grey blobbyborder all the way...so it All comes across as Reasonably Aesthetic..

visiting Viridevia

the Garden of Frieden

the Mythi Benevalanza

noctis immering

the Orbium is spinning tilted as it dance around Sunna..we are so many....someone claimed there are Soul Collectives incarnated...always eager to recuit new souls...maybe there are All Kinds of Designs...maybe some souls come as Dedicated Groups ; as One all Seven Fall or Rise....those who rule..those who follow...those who will not bend...and some who hide..mysteries of animali..the loner who only care about his little pet mouse...and all the thumping and trumpeting ..widecast by electomaginetc webble ....the War of Signalii....and the quiet shadow and calm of billions of little houses...each housing mysterious entities..

the Luum Sinistre

mythos flimi

nocturnaphobium


from origovium flows the will to harmonize ...to delete and order..

in the snow..

shuffling snow...most therapeutic.....now I am more at ease with my condition...maybe even daring to contemplate old world saying; " those choosen for great adversity by the Gods , are also given certain compensations.."..

walking on the beach.....what a dream it might be ; " to be both rich and enlightened.."..

scribblescribe..seek out those things that calm the restless soul...take comfort in the creature comforts that are yours...or so it can be adviced by an old sage..

can God make a stone that is Too Heavy for Him to Lift?  Unfortunately he could...poor fool..

normalis et confundis..

allow me to be a big nerd!!  In my hidden house ( hello NSA operative!! thank you for not abducting me or mine!!!)..
Where was I? ah...the nerdery...below is presented una grapittoretta ...it was intended for a friend whose relaxations include rolling duedecahedrons...
so I am intending to try to make a little charadia...una prosessa thespiani .. affectorelease...catharsis!!

so...here is the front page of this project in process...

and the following graphicon....I will leave it to spectacular speculations.....

belogiarde chronominalia

wandering and wondering..

winter wanderings

playing the ocarina for a rich couple

grubbli due

dead souls and voidsouls....the path of the free bakers; to found Atatanicae the lost High City of a quite different reality....but I do feel that this Reality Bubble is Fini Destillation...the final and most horrible bubble of hell...this reality bubble has been merging with other bubbles where the Most Vile Matter has been achived and manifested....just marvel at the apparent size of the cosmos...and all Void ....Cold ....and Dead....there will be no marvellous Journey to the Stars ..where the ohrspjuugi of Tellus will spawn and multiply and laugh..no such path..that is in my opinion a severe delusion...better stay here ..breathe the winter snow...marvel at each spring...fall on bottom agape at the wonder of cats and dogs ...and snails..moving one meter in seven thousand years..
Indeed this planet was a sort of xoodominotheism of an anicent galactic empire...Look in the mirror O Man..have you not wondered why all of us...from Leaders ..to Followers...to Rebels...and those who choose to obey....each of us with a subtly different face...were we once a Unique Creator of our own Dreaming Design?  Let us not be Prophets of Despair...happy is the male who remains unseen and hidden...and as to Females?  Consider the stupid book of abramathea ; woman was a destillation of primi malo? no...reverse like in a little mirror brightly ; In fact the Angels were Feminine...and out of their noble but innocent nature they began quickening malii...did they know they would in turn be sucked down into manifestation and the horribilium of matter flesh and excretions? and millenia of torture and enslavement? maybe not...that is the horror of Innocence..maybe some did vaguely intuite it...and if so that bears witness to a Terrible Bravery..Insanity maybe...But on a lighter note..what occidental husband truly understand his wife? ..maybe that is a good thing...men seem to enjoy a good mystery mythos..

dormini ordevia

calmadormia

so`dd pyrosia

compa infino fino

altenwelt

compartamenta infini

mediablo dialogos hxra

god emperor ump

symbologio