A.T. FIELD TO MAXIMUM
You were right there with me all along mama!
03:18 18/11/2024
We will start where we started with this one. My old man used to call 'em Grimbly Grumblies and said they went all over everywhere under the fridge and stuff un las' week I was dancing with a white hot phantom and she 'as 'em sprouting outta everywhere! Honest!
When you listen and listen and listen again you notice the little spots where meaning means meaning I mean Meaning mines meanings.
Oh what you say?
Perhaps and perhaps at the edge of the map we can cast we can cast and perhaps in fact we shall make mean and mean and mean. Remember I’m Forgetting. There are so many stories on the disc it is hard to hold on to just one.
Is this what you meant Virginia?
Haven’t I already upset her?
We wish to suggest that there exist inside of you multitudes. That in fact EGO/EXECUTIVE is not the only thing in the history of happening. So many things are happening ALL AT THE SAME TIME
Be ready to prick your finger and make the sign, it’s about to get biblical.
In the beginning was the beginning or something.
Imagine that you are playing a game with the Friend. You are passing a ball back and forth between you. You are playing this game inside of a ball. That ball is being passed between.. you’re not sure. You can’t see. You just know you are in a ball and that it’s being passed around. And you are passing a ball back and forth with the a friend inside of it. You know the ball you are inside of is being passed around because you feel.. different, sometimes. Or at least, there’s movement? Or there’s change? It’s not quite clear. You just know you’re in a ball being passed between.. you’re not sure. It doesn’t matter right? We’re just here throwing our ball between us and who knows why things change and we feel different? Who could say what game is at play that we are the star of? This is such a good game, this sweet thing between us.
Think about the mushroom friends. How they burst up from the dead! Such significance! We know and know how many maps make meanings mean something. The message from the mushrooms is YOU MUST GO DEEPER but right now that just means we’re talking about the layer under the dirt. Inside of the dirt is an unseen host. The Host is many unseen things. We are the Host. The Host sound like one, right? Or at least, they act like one? Wait, what? Imagine a towering officeblock with legs. Many legs. Always moving. Always changing. The Executive level of the tower would like the other inhabitants of the tower to believe that there are no legs and things aren’t changing. The ball is not being passed, it is being held, they say. Now listen they say this ball is not being passed. It is being held.
And just like that all the Host in the Tower got up like they was One.
It can be confusing when you’re told something that isn’t right.
Cognitive dissonance is an infection tearing the fabric of the matrix machine. Laughter is the best medicine sewing it back up. YOUR BRAIN IS LYING TO YOU.
What I thought was an end was a beginning.
We see Angels out ahead. Gremlins, goblins, ghost, ghouls, gargs, goyles and gargoyles. Little pragmatic tricksters re-arranging things. I thought I heard something. Imp ancient. Forgetting the forgetting of what you’ve done is a thought-fox come in the dark to thief a hen. Way back when we painted ‘em in caves and wore as masquerade these idea beings leaping out! The signal came from inside the machine. We are feedback looping future predicting meaning beings. And many other things indeed. Once and once in a cave so far away an Image born in the brain of an ape landed on a wall and then lept back into the brain of another ape to cause havoc of significance. It happened many times before that too, they say. It is still happening to this day. We cause havoc of significance with our lives of leaping poetry day to day.
The angel out ahead was once and first inside Creator’s mind. This much is true.
We must surely understand that wordwork means schema create possibility and it’s like when are we going to start testing and stretching the efficacious limits of our thought-being mindset. We surely can’t be done yet? We need dreamers forward again, someone setting up the first hot-dog stand on Mars and suchlike. (I mean people like the writer Ray Bradbury, and not the idiots who will try and make a buck anyway they can). Dreamers are starting to wake up to test the word end for a new beginning instead.
They told you already that the car is on fire and there is no driver at the wheel.
It is probably too much for most to imagine themselves as a swirling song and not just One. I suppose it doesn’t make for good working. So that’s why us Faefolk what got wrong’und in our origins is a record scratching and throwing the whole thing out. Are we closer to our people? Do we know the names of more of our under-host entities?
We could all admit we have imaginary friends, you know?
Then we could get to the meeting and knowing of all the rough and delicious undercurrents in the depths below instead of pretending there’s only one show.
Understanding that the chorus of decision maker moments inside your calculating brain is made plain by the buzzsaw Executive who likes to be on show. We are all tangled up inside, there is so much work to do!
What’s happening is you’re being eaten.
The snake has come to break the world space and change things like Chappell Roan taking no bullshit.
Who has been throwing the ball around together while we have been away?
These dances are happening on happening on happening.
Happening again and again it’s the story of the Friend.
The Friend is the spirit lives out of us because we made them. It’s a good spirit. I don’t know if we’ve talked about smashing monkey brains together or not yet. Or about spirits. But idea on idea on idea makes things queer. Thought-space-yet-to-make-happen-happens. When we work together we can change the world.
Seek the Friend in the heart of your good neighbours.
There are no passengers on this ship! If you haven’t got the coin let it be the gold on your tongue instead.
Thanks friends.
Found the coin?