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

what you do not see..

...what you do not see..can impregnate your psyche..

mythesis

thirtyfive degrees angle and ninety degrees

the Great Old Ones having some fun

the luminites ..

Amoricae the Temporal Power.....an assimilating hive organismus....as the poet claimed "We are Legion.....FreeBakers knead the Bread.....achieve Synthesis....6 emulation of ying symbolicon.....9 emulation of yang symbolicae..achived Animathanathea...(the mixture of life and death...matter with spirit...high with low..  

the rules of hell are Simple ; -" put a needle into your own eye or I put This needle into the eye of This innocent maiden...and You shall Know THIS :"YOU are the Ultimate and Last FOOL !!..YOUR Suffering shall be LEGENDARY!! Even in HEL!!!"..

a Most Potent Techne is  Dissonance ....what can be done? well....For a SchizoFrenetic  it is Most  Importnat  to achive  S L E E P.....at times even tiny fleshgods must    s l e e  p......or slip into psychosis....apologitas for this Horrible Imago and divulging nature of Material Truth...still...all we can do is meet one moment , day , night or eon ..meet them One at a time..

little houses

Vulnus Celestia

From Origovum to the Pentemporeal....these are the six dimensional structuriums I contemplate and believe in..

Reality Bubbles ....at the Boundaries they are  frothing Membranes off Temporal Terminii....calling back to the Primi Manifestation..or dimmension Null...Zero..or Origovum .Thus from the Seventh Dimmension Dark and Terrible Wyrdwyrms witness the Horror of our Dense Sluggish Material Wound in God`s Psyche.Not only the Present...but Past and Future Potential..due to their position in the seventh dimmension..and as much freedoom is given as we Can Have...for are we not bound in corruptible Flesh...Blood...and Bone?
Even the Dead Souls that emigrate from doomed Reality Bubble to Reality Bubble are allowed passage..for the Dark Old Ones Observe Crisis and Mastery in the Hells made Manifest..They are Immense and Far far removed from our struggles and despair...but they Observe..
Like the poem ... Death Presents Itself ; " I do not Forget...I do not Forgive...and..I do not Hate"..

what do we strive against ?  against an Anathema...The Harmonious  Light.....the Luum Logious that Must Know All...Must Be All...and...Must Have All..

the struggle against this Techne Logoii has always ended in Stalemate...we can Never Win..we can only End..


AmenoNamo..