02-01-2012, 12:01 AM
The point where i began dreaming, i was driving. I came to a space that
is vaguely like a plateau area that used to be covered with orchards,
and wild land full of coyotes, mountain lions, deer bob cats and
rattlesnakes sometimes a bear or two near where i live. In real life, in
my past, i used to find canyons and wander up into that area. Latter,
when i could drive, sometimes i would just drive around around noticing
what there was to be noticed. I always liked walking better. I seemed to
run into the wild animals allot, but they never decided to eat me,
although they could, when i was small and weighed 90 pounds if they
wanted too. Sometimes i see this space in a funny way, the dramatic
vistas of the mountains to the north and south is changed, i see a sea,
an arm of an ocean, filling that area, in rel life it corresponds to the
ten freeway. But this time, it was not like that. Everything was very
sparse. Like the desert into the Sonora, the plants matched. It was no
longer grassland, it was deep desert, and it had changed from what it
was before, and what it would be again. It had the feeling of also say
the antelope valley near Lancaster California. Without the Joshua
trees. and that fit, because i was looking for a home, my home, and the
home of my family cousins more extended lineage, and most of them, my
mothers side of the family, live in that lancaster area around each
other. We are the outsiders so to speak
I left my car on
the edge of the plateau,at a turn off where in real life, in late 2000, I
encountered a vast supernatural entity, in a group with other people
we had gone there to watch the summer meteor shower. And got a that and a
sky full of dancing stars, a low slow flyover by one of them, and were
noticed by something else. Something that should make the blood run
cold. Also this is by a cemetery, near a spot i explained at the start
of the voyager dream. there i left my car, and i started walking across
the desert sands and looking at the skeletal fingers of long dead and
dessicated orchards. there were homes her still, but instead of the mc
mansions that slowly replaced the orchards in my brief time, they were
trailer homes, old Rv's, more temporary modular homes. I chuckled a bit
at this, because really, int he sweep of time, everything is just
resting anywhere for a moment, its all temporary. the sand i was walking
was the bones and dust of so many things that seemed eternal to those
that walked through them in their time. I finally found the house i was
seeking, the home of my uncles and aunts and cousins. They all lived
together now, they had combined their old Rv's and trailers into a
multistory, ramshackle but somehow warm structure. The first thing i
noticed again was the tree int he yard, from one of those cousins homes,
the house my mom live din as a teen, and one of her sister still owns,
was dead. and the yard of grass, so green in that dirt road and
tumbleweed area, was also dead, and was now just sand. I saw a single
tuft of grass and a few flowers near a tree. Ill get back to that in a
bit.
I entered the house, and it was just as jerry rigged
inside as outside. But not messy, or cheap, or unsolid. Just...there
were many elements put together. Eclectic in decoration and
construction. Here i found my extended family. My cousin with his new
baby girl, cradling her. My mother and father, my siblings, all 20 of
those cousins, their parents, and some of their children. It was not
crowded, but it was cozy. It was night outside, and through a window i
could see a cathedral of stars, and wisps of light. We all spoke, but
only briefly. I also noticed a new figure had come soon after i did. My
love, a love. Everyone was nice, but this figure was not uncomfortable,
but looking around trying to figure what was the scenario. Everyone had
smart phones, old handheld tvs, e readers that sort of thing. People
were watching shows, i had my nook. My companion and i looked into it,
and briefly were in a casino playing slots, and winning a few jackpots,
or trying. Not a large sum. We took it and exited the scene and had the
winnings with us now. I think the others were doing similar energy
things int heir own ways. Nobody was talking very much. And it was
dragging on. My companion needed to leave, but before they did all the
others tuned into a "program" about her. It was something set in the
1970's or 1980's. About something personal. A court case? A ruling?
Something about the companion, the take away was she, and her family,
would not let some wrong go unchallenged. And it cost her, but in a
noble way. this i could see made them understand that companion more,
with respect in some way. Acceptance. We did not speak, there was lets
say an extending of mind. Speaking like that is funny, to people who
might not know. Its more like tendrils of self intertwining, and then
they seek a balance, no a calm where ther eis no need to do so. Taht
point of balance is the end of the conversation. We reached such a
point, and then we withdrew from that awareness. And she had to go. Its
always been that way, since i was a child, she always has many places
needs to be, just part of that particular path. Plus this was sorta
boring and we more like adventures. lol.
We all pile into a
bus, well its more like somebody took the back end of an old VW bus,
cut out windows, used plastic tarp, and grafted a old sedan on the
front. It was ramshackle like everything else, but like everything else
it worked. We were going to get something. Maybe food? But we all went
together. the trip seemed long to me. I was looking out the plastic tarp
window at the endless desert that was under that vault of stars, with
ramshackle structures, dirt and uncurbed asphalt streets, and moonlight
everywhere. I began running my finger son the side of the vehicle under
the tarp. I could here things. It was like the stories of a man getting
fillings and his mouth is a radio. Running my fingers. I was bored and
it was interesting. I looked infront of me, in the space where the old
sedan met the back of a VW bus, and saw a center compartment, above it
was a pouch in the back of a salvaged seat. I saw an object, a long
copper object, a slender needle with a fat base, like in the middle of a
large old fashioned compass, a ships compass. I took the object, and
used it to find the transmission spot, and i moved the needle around.
Much clearer. I could here music. I heard the transmission of Neil
Armstrong on the moon. something that sounded like Hitler's rantings.
And more ancient things. And things from the future. Not just radio,
thoughts, dreams. I just swept back and forth like briefly listening to
as much of time as i could. then i realised i was not just hearing it.
Everyone in the car was silent. And a few looking at me. I felt
embarrassed, i put the needle back said I'm sorry. I had been
broadcasting that to the entire group. the driver after along pause said
it was ok, and a few said they liked it. But he also said there was a
reason he did not use that radio, it was too much, to distracting. I
went back to looking out the window.
We had gotten whatever
we had needed, and returned tot he house. we were eating. At first i
ate, looked like weird pudding from strange bowls. No taste or smell i
recall, like power paste i don't know lol. At first i sat with my mother
rand father siblings and nephews. Even the dogs and cats were there. My
sister got angry, she saw a poster/print/symbol she had worked hard to
get for them, hung up with duct tape not framed. Se went to take it
down, and the tape ripped off a portion of it, lifted the printed part.
She frooze in worry. It was a silly lesson, i laughed a bit about
letting them present as they want in their home and having attachments
to gifts already given, but she was deep in thought, and sad she had
done that. My dad was trying to grab what looked like an old Atari lynx
handheld game system, but could not. My mother put on a show for him
while he ate his pudding gruel snce he could not hold the object. I
thought it was a good time to leave them to their business. I went to
the front yard and sat with the throng of more distant relations and
eat. We ate, they mumbled but it was very quiet. I drank clear water
from a bottle. I saw that stubborn tuft of green, and the small white
flowers on stalks. I suddenly loved them, those plants, for being alive
and green, in a yard of sand, that little island. So i took the watr i
had not drunk, and poured it over them, to give them some life. the
family was quiet staring at me. Not to waste power. Not to waste life on
that. I could not explain, and i don't think they would understand. I
gave out a sigh, and left the yard to wander alone on foot.
I travelled for along time. Morning never came, i just wander where i
felt "power" draw me, my eyes, my feet, the rhythm of my heart. I saw
many things, but soon they all seemed t be the same. At one point,
inbetween a two ramshackle homes, on a dirt road, i saw an animal form.
It seemed to be interested, like looking for me. So i did all my
tricks, being still, being silent, not directing my gaze directly so iot
could feel it. None worked. It was happy, and stalking. Finally i
stepped out. It was a mountain lion. But no then it was a wolf. it was
neither of these things. It was my friend, maybe the companion again i
thought. But an animal form. I looked she had a collar. It said WILD
ANIMAL and then there were a string of numbers like
00111000111000110000111000011000 on a medallion. Looked like binary
code. how interesting. I love wild animals, or maybe just warrior wild,
lol. I thought of leading this form back to the home, but no, not
everyone would appreciate it, and i was afraid it might eat the cats and
my sisters little lap dog that my dad found in a field and rescued, irl
last year. So i had to shake my head not now. She (i new this) plus we
could do mind talking or was it heart i don't know left into the field,
but i had a feeling could see me still. And i liked that lol. So i began
making my rounds again, just wandering. Finally i found a narrow black
asphalt path, it didn't really touch anything, it seemed to run between
things more then meet them. It glistened a bit like ice, but was not
ice. It had power, i think. I felt power on that path. so i began
walking it. walked and i walked, Id See people passing it, but soon
enough there were more of us on it. We tended to walk together, but the
path was not a group effort per say, it just was that way. Like how
grapes tend to come in bunches.
At some point the path went
beyond where there were any buildings, and once we crossed that point, i
looked in front and behind me i could see no buildings at all. It was a
dimensional border it was clear to me, but it could only be felt not
seen. But i, and less but still quite a few, continued to walk on. Again
i felt a border. And i crossed looked around in wonder and awe. This
was no desert. It was a lush sylvan garden. To the right were two large,
majestic willow trees, ever so slightly leaning over a small pond. A
ray of pure warm light bathed them, but it was still otherwise night. I
could seethe fingers of the willow, the long leaves, just brushing the
water. then there would be a gust of energy, and the two trees tendrils
would brush. and there would be more light. that is what was making the
light! but it extended down to the earth and up to heaven, like a beam
or gentle, path. And that was just what i saw to my immediate right.
Evreywhere i looked it was like that, little settings. I notice here,
those settings, followed the logic of the ramshackle homes and
buildings. the streams and paths between the glades were like the
streets of dirt and concrete. another dimension but the same, in that
way. I walked a bit farther in, infact i saw no others i kept walking
and walking, deeper and deeper into the fey. Like elf lands i don't
know. My mind became more like it was when touching my companion, like
the willows arms, or the joshua trees tufts. I might have kept walking
and found a spot to take root in the deep lands. My human mind was but a
melody by this point. faint. But now i saw two figures following the
other direction, towards me. First i saw a man. A man made of twigs,
with a leaf here and there. Dressed in a shirt and pants but no shoes,
the feet were taproots i think. but vaguely in human form. the face! i
can not explain that face made of roots. I had no human words, and i
stepped aside to let him pass, did he see me? he doesn't see, he just
feels, yes. but he did not stop he was bound to his path too. After he
passed, i noticed women a bid behind and besides him. She looked fully
human, and beautiful, they were together, like the two willows i could
tell, that touched and made the light. I wanted to see her face. I knew
it would not be human. Maybe her face would be the night sky with the
moon, and stars, that was my feeling. But i dared not interrupt them,
not for fear but because things go in their own rituals. Well seeing
those two, reminded me of my human mind, it started chattering then, so
it became more real. But it was a kind human mind, it remembered all the
others waiting to make this journey, back there, i have work to help
with. So i sighed and turned around. when i did, the edge was only right
there. I had wandered and wondered so far, but coming back was only a
matter of turning around, and three steps. And it was done. I returned.
I walked the path with magic back the way i came. I saw the man made of
twigs and the women whose face i dare not behold, walking slowly
infront of me. But they were a good ways ahead now. They simply walked,
but everywhere they walked was power. change. I could not tell if it
were good or bad, it just was, well, power. And magic. And yet they did
nothing but walk, walk as far in here as i had walked there. Which would
be far indeed. I saw people or beings running around, like they saw
something scary, so i was slightly on edge. I saw some movement behind
me. I turned again, as was the case before, the sylvan realm was not in
sight, looked the same again in back as in front, but like i explained,
there is a trick to seeing those seams, have to feel it to cross them.
It was an animal, it was running around frantic. For some reason i
forgot it was my companion. It was the wolf/lion again, it had been
following me. But something in me...its like, there is a dial inside, a
needle. Like in the car. One short move to the right and everything is
known, and there is no fear. My needle went one to the left, so i forgot
or could not connect with that, or even recall, in those moments, that
we had met and connection. So no, i saw a something scary, like the
people running around i suppose. I was startled and ran, ran through
sandy fields, over fences, down gullies. Id see the creature, just
behind me darting around. I ran so fast and direct right to my home, or
the house i found. I was so full of adrenaline and fear, i just dived
into the sky and out a broken window and rolled in a ball. I came to
rest against a wall, and sat rubbing my ass i had bumped it landing. Now
my needle was back to normal. And a great eruption of laughter rose
out of me. Well first because i w s sitting flustered rubbing my
backside cheek where i had landed so hard. funny. But more because i now
remembered that was my companion. And she had herded me like fleeing
bunny or deer, to get back here quickly. Hah the animal was not being
scary, it was being playfull and putting on a show and i had swallowed
it. Its mind had given me a bit of a magical shove to hurry. So funny. I
had tears of appreciation and mirth in my eyes. We spoke again
laughing, well tendrils way, i liked the good joke of the forms and the
wild animal tag. lol. I stood up and looked around. this part of the
House was both high and low. An addict and abasement. Strange. And there
was a window. It did not correspond to logic. and then, another figure
climbs through the broken out window, that was also a solid boarded up
one.
An old man, deeply wrinkled like from laughing
allot and walking under the dun. But a strong and solid man, the age was
like a sheath over that inherent vitality and strength. full of intent.
He dusted himself neatly as well. We did not speak with words, not
exactly, although there were some. We also did not speak like the
tendrils, or the trees. No this conversation was like lighting up all
the ambient energy between us. And was different yet again, but similar.
No need to seek balance, it was like painting the energy of the the air
and ground and thought at once. He looked around chuckling still,then
was silent. He looked right at passageways portals. A small one with an
old wooden ladder, and then the ones to outside but those were of no
interest. Then he saw the large one in the corner. It was solid, but
also like where a more designed project, like a railroad tunnel, meets a
ramshackle one like a mine. Then he spoke to me again. "thank you for
giving this energy so much form. So much form infact, that i was
inclined to remember to remember to wear clothes! Ha he turned around
like he was modelling a new suite. Heh the clothes were a mismatched
afterthought, it fit the setting and his form so well. Without wasting
more time, first he tried to lead, well not lead i just naturally
followed, down the opening with the wood ladder, that seemed like a deep
shaft. He peered down we saw the wood was rotten, and missing. first he
asked me to help him with that one. But then he changed his mind said
no not yet. and walked for the tunnel opening. I followed him again, i
was mostly doing so to help and see what he saw. I had no real curiosity
per say. Like if someone comes into you room, and takes an interest in
the books on a shelf that you are so familiar with you no longer think
on them, but anothers gaze makes you think of them in a new way. like
that.
We continued down the excavated tunnel. and then it
was a constructed tunnel. there was a clear difference. In doing so, we
had to pass several of the energy gateways, two in fact. The first
tunnel itself was another gateway. So it was a long trip and a short
trip. We exited into a vast vast excavated, but only partially
completed cavern. A cavern so large one could barely see the far ends.
Full of concrete pillars. But it was unfinished. It felt like the
builders had met the excavated tunnel from the other end, and stopped
working here. I knew of this, in some non specific way. I or my kin or
who knows were probably the ones digging from the other end. It was
almost genetic understanding. The old man looked around. the energy lit
up between us in understanding this. Also then the ones who guarded this
edge came. They looked like workmen in coveralls. they held no weapons
but they would not think to manifest that. They had human form but they
were mass produced. Like skins. And again this did not matter. If one
were to rip off those coats, they would just be silver amorphous forms.
We all knew that. there was much communication going on in silence. the
older man was smiling and learning. the workmen were too. Hah they did
not know there were many real beings out there, maybe they thought me or
what of me they had seen was the only one. There was no army here, or
plan to expand, further in our direction, although there complexes must
run under all of reality. I'm not even sure what this was. Ib's?
probably is one way of seeing it. Whatever else was to be discussed i
did not need to be there anymore, or maybe i was just getting tired. I
laughed again with the wrinkled man, and did connect like a tendril, but
it was two projections from the third eye i think. He i met this and
rode it back to normal non constructed dream space. I think he had
business with those workmen and did not leave at the same time. He knew
the way back now anyway lol. (final note the reason the green by the
dead tree moved me was a memory of the other green place i found. that's
what that reminded me to find, and what the others there did not know
of yet)
is vaguely like a plateau area that used to be covered with orchards,
and wild land full of coyotes, mountain lions, deer bob cats and
rattlesnakes sometimes a bear or two near where i live. In real life, in
my past, i used to find canyons and wander up into that area. Latter,
when i could drive, sometimes i would just drive around around noticing
what there was to be noticed. I always liked walking better. I seemed to
run into the wild animals allot, but they never decided to eat me,
although they could, when i was small and weighed 90 pounds if they
wanted too. Sometimes i see this space in a funny way, the dramatic
vistas of the mountains to the north and south is changed, i see a sea,
an arm of an ocean, filling that area, in rel life it corresponds to the
ten freeway. But this time, it was not like that. Everything was very
sparse. Like the desert into the Sonora, the plants matched. It was no
longer grassland, it was deep desert, and it had changed from what it
was before, and what it would be again. It had the feeling of also say
the antelope valley near Lancaster California. Without the Joshua
trees. and that fit, because i was looking for a home, my home, and the
home of my family cousins more extended lineage, and most of them, my
mothers side of the family, live in that lancaster area around each
other. We are the outsiders so to speak
I left my car on
the edge of the plateau,at a turn off where in real life, in late 2000, I
encountered a vast supernatural entity, in a group with other people
we had gone there to watch the summer meteor shower. And got a that and a
sky full of dancing stars, a low slow flyover by one of them, and were
noticed by something else. Something that should make the blood run
cold. Also this is by a cemetery, near a spot i explained at the start
of the voyager dream. there i left my car, and i started walking across
the desert sands and looking at the skeletal fingers of long dead and
dessicated orchards. there were homes her still, but instead of the mc
mansions that slowly replaced the orchards in my brief time, they were
trailer homes, old Rv's, more temporary modular homes. I chuckled a bit
at this, because really, int he sweep of time, everything is just
resting anywhere for a moment, its all temporary. the sand i was walking
was the bones and dust of so many things that seemed eternal to those
that walked through them in their time. I finally found the house i was
seeking, the home of my uncles and aunts and cousins. They all lived
together now, they had combined their old Rv's and trailers into a
multistory, ramshackle but somehow warm structure. The first thing i
noticed again was the tree int he yard, from one of those cousins homes,
the house my mom live din as a teen, and one of her sister still owns,
was dead. and the yard of grass, so green in that dirt road and
tumbleweed area, was also dead, and was now just sand. I saw a single
tuft of grass and a few flowers near a tree. Ill get back to that in a
bit.
I entered the house, and it was just as jerry rigged
inside as outside. But not messy, or cheap, or unsolid. Just...there
were many elements put together. Eclectic in decoration and
construction. Here i found my extended family. My cousin with his new
baby girl, cradling her. My mother and father, my siblings, all 20 of
those cousins, their parents, and some of their children. It was not
crowded, but it was cozy. It was night outside, and through a window i
could see a cathedral of stars, and wisps of light. We all spoke, but
only briefly. I also noticed a new figure had come soon after i did. My
love, a love. Everyone was nice, but this figure was not uncomfortable,
but looking around trying to figure what was the scenario. Everyone had
smart phones, old handheld tvs, e readers that sort of thing. People
were watching shows, i had my nook. My companion and i looked into it,
and briefly were in a casino playing slots, and winning a few jackpots,
or trying. Not a large sum. We took it and exited the scene and had the
winnings with us now. I think the others were doing similar energy
things int heir own ways. Nobody was talking very much. And it was
dragging on. My companion needed to leave, but before they did all the
others tuned into a "program" about her. It was something set in the
1970's or 1980's. About something personal. A court case? A ruling?
Something about the companion, the take away was she, and her family,
would not let some wrong go unchallenged. And it cost her, but in a
noble way. this i could see made them understand that companion more,
with respect in some way. Acceptance. We did not speak, there was lets
say an extending of mind. Speaking like that is funny, to people who
might not know. Its more like tendrils of self intertwining, and then
they seek a balance, no a calm where ther eis no need to do so. Taht
point of balance is the end of the conversation. We reached such a
point, and then we withdrew from that awareness. And she had to go. Its
always been that way, since i was a child, she always has many places
needs to be, just part of that particular path. Plus this was sorta
boring and we more like adventures. lol.
We all pile into a
bus, well its more like somebody took the back end of an old VW bus,
cut out windows, used plastic tarp, and grafted a old sedan on the
front. It was ramshackle like everything else, but like everything else
it worked. We were going to get something. Maybe food? But we all went
together. the trip seemed long to me. I was looking out the plastic tarp
window at the endless desert that was under that vault of stars, with
ramshackle structures, dirt and uncurbed asphalt streets, and moonlight
everywhere. I began running my finger son the side of the vehicle under
the tarp. I could here things. It was like the stories of a man getting
fillings and his mouth is a radio. Running my fingers. I was bored and
it was interesting. I looked infront of me, in the space where the old
sedan met the back of a VW bus, and saw a center compartment, above it
was a pouch in the back of a salvaged seat. I saw an object, a long
copper object, a slender needle with a fat base, like in the middle of a
large old fashioned compass, a ships compass. I took the object, and
used it to find the transmission spot, and i moved the needle around.
Much clearer. I could here music. I heard the transmission of Neil
Armstrong on the moon. something that sounded like Hitler's rantings.
And more ancient things. And things from the future. Not just radio,
thoughts, dreams. I just swept back and forth like briefly listening to
as much of time as i could. then i realised i was not just hearing it.
Everyone in the car was silent. And a few looking at me. I felt
embarrassed, i put the needle back said I'm sorry. I had been
broadcasting that to the entire group. the driver after along pause said
it was ok, and a few said they liked it. But he also said there was a
reason he did not use that radio, it was too much, to distracting. I
went back to looking out the window.
We had gotten whatever
we had needed, and returned tot he house. we were eating. At first i
ate, looked like weird pudding from strange bowls. No taste or smell i
recall, like power paste i don't know lol. At first i sat with my mother
rand father siblings and nephews. Even the dogs and cats were there. My
sister got angry, she saw a poster/print/symbol she had worked hard to
get for them, hung up with duct tape not framed. Se went to take it
down, and the tape ripped off a portion of it, lifted the printed part.
She frooze in worry. It was a silly lesson, i laughed a bit about
letting them present as they want in their home and having attachments
to gifts already given, but she was deep in thought, and sad she had
done that. My dad was trying to grab what looked like an old Atari lynx
handheld game system, but could not. My mother put on a show for him
while he ate his pudding gruel snce he could not hold the object. I
thought it was a good time to leave them to their business. I went to
the front yard and sat with the throng of more distant relations and
eat. We ate, they mumbled but it was very quiet. I drank clear water
from a bottle. I saw that stubborn tuft of green, and the small white
flowers on stalks. I suddenly loved them, those plants, for being alive
and green, in a yard of sand, that little island. So i took the watr i
had not drunk, and poured it over them, to give them some life. the
family was quiet staring at me. Not to waste power. Not to waste life on
that. I could not explain, and i don't think they would understand. I
gave out a sigh, and left the yard to wander alone on foot.
I travelled for along time. Morning never came, i just wander where i
felt "power" draw me, my eyes, my feet, the rhythm of my heart. I saw
many things, but soon they all seemed t be the same. At one point,
inbetween a two ramshackle homes, on a dirt road, i saw an animal form.
It seemed to be interested, like looking for me. So i did all my
tricks, being still, being silent, not directing my gaze directly so iot
could feel it. None worked. It was happy, and stalking. Finally i
stepped out. It was a mountain lion. But no then it was a wolf. it was
neither of these things. It was my friend, maybe the companion again i
thought. But an animal form. I looked she had a collar. It said WILD
ANIMAL and then there were a string of numbers like
00111000111000110000111000011000 on a medallion. Looked like binary
code. how interesting. I love wild animals, or maybe just warrior wild,
lol. I thought of leading this form back to the home, but no, not
everyone would appreciate it, and i was afraid it might eat the cats and
my sisters little lap dog that my dad found in a field and rescued, irl
last year. So i had to shake my head not now. She (i new this) plus we
could do mind talking or was it heart i don't know left into the field,
but i had a feeling could see me still. And i liked that lol. So i began
making my rounds again, just wandering. Finally i found a narrow black
asphalt path, it didn't really touch anything, it seemed to run between
things more then meet them. It glistened a bit like ice, but was not
ice. It had power, i think. I felt power on that path. so i began
walking it. walked and i walked, Id See people passing it, but soon
enough there were more of us on it. We tended to walk together, but the
path was not a group effort per say, it just was that way. Like how
grapes tend to come in bunches.
At some point the path went
beyond where there were any buildings, and once we crossed that point, i
looked in front and behind me i could see no buildings at all. It was a
dimensional border it was clear to me, but it could only be felt not
seen. But i, and less but still quite a few, continued to walk on. Again
i felt a border. And i crossed looked around in wonder and awe. This
was no desert. It was a lush sylvan garden. To the right were two large,
majestic willow trees, ever so slightly leaning over a small pond. A
ray of pure warm light bathed them, but it was still otherwise night. I
could seethe fingers of the willow, the long leaves, just brushing the
water. then there would be a gust of energy, and the two trees tendrils
would brush. and there would be more light. that is what was making the
light! but it extended down to the earth and up to heaven, like a beam
or gentle, path. And that was just what i saw to my immediate right.
Evreywhere i looked it was like that, little settings. I notice here,
those settings, followed the logic of the ramshackle homes and
buildings. the streams and paths between the glades were like the
streets of dirt and concrete. another dimension but the same, in that
way. I walked a bit farther in, infact i saw no others i kept walking
and walking, deeper and deeper into the fey. Like elf lands i don't
know. My mind became more like it was when touching my companion, like
the willows arms, or the joshua trees tufts. I might have kept walking
and found a spot to take root in the deep lands. My human mind was but a
melody by this point. faint. But now i saw two figures following the
other direction, towards me. First i saw a man. A man made of twigs,
with a leaf here and there. Dressed in a shirt and pants but no shoes,
the feet were taproots i think. but vaguely in human form. the face! i
can not explain that face made of roots. I had no human words, and i
stepped aside to let him pass, did he see me? he doesn't see, he just
feels, yes. but he did not stop he was bound to his path too. After he
passed, i noticed women a bid behind and besides him. She looked fully
human, and beautiful, they were together, like the two willows i could
tell, that touched and made the light. I wanted to see her face. I knew
it would not be human. Maybe her face would be the night sky with the
moon, and stars, that was my feeling. But i dared not interrupt them,
not for fear but because things go in their own rituals. Well seeing
those two, reminded me of my human mind, it started chattering then, so
it became more real. But it was a kind human mind, it remembered all the
others waiting to make this journey, back there, i have work to help
with. So i sighed and turned around. when i did, the edge was only right
there. I had wandered and wondered so far, but coming back was only a
matter of turning around, and three steps. And it was done. I returned.
I walked the path with magic back the way i came. I saw the man made of
twigs and the women whose face i dare not behold, walking slowly
infront of me. But they were a good ways ahead now. They simply walked,
but everywhere they walked was power. change. I could not tell if it
were good or bad, it just was, well, power. And magic. And yet they did
nothing but walk, walk as far in here as i had walked there. Which would
be far indeed. I saw people or beings running around, like they saw
something scary, so i was slightly on edge. I saw some movement behind
me. I turned again, as was the case before, the sylvan realm was not in
sight, looked the same again in back as in front, but like i explained,
there is a trick to seeing those seams, have to feel it to cross them.
It was an animal, it was running around frantic. For some reason i
forgot it was my companion. It was the wolf/lion again, it had been
following me. But something in me...its like, there is a dial inside, a
needle. Like in the car. One short move to the right and everything is
known, and there is no fear. My needle went one to the left, so i forgot
or could not connect with that, or even recall, in those moments, that
we had met and connection. So no, i saw a something scary, like the
people running around i suppose. I was startled and ran, ran through
sandy fields, over fences, down gullies. Id see the creature, just
behind me darting around. I ran so fast and direct right to my home, or
the house i found. I was so full of adrenaline and fear, i just dived
into the sky and out a broken window and rolled in a ball. I came to
rest against a wall, and sat rubbing my ass i had bumped it landing. Now
my needle was back to normal. And a great eruption of laughter rose
out of me. Well first because i w s sitting flustered rubbing my
backside cheek where i had landed so hard. funny. But more because i now
remembered that was my companion. And she had herded me like fleeing
bunny or deer, to get back here quickly. Hah the animal was not being
scary, it was being playfull and putting on a show and i had swallowed
it. Its mind had given me a bit of a magical shove to hurry. So funny. I
had tears of appreciation and mirth in my eyes. We spoke again
laughing, well tendrils way, i liked the good joke of the forms and the
wild animal tag. lol. I stood up and looked around. this part of the
House was both high and low. An addict and abasement. Strange. And there
was a window. It did not correspond to logic. and then, another figure
climbs through the broken out window, that was also a solid boarded up
one.
An old man, deeply wrinkled like from laughing
allot and walking under the dun. But a strong and solid man, the age was
like a sheath over that inherent vitality and strength. full of intent.
He dusted himself neatly as well. We did not speak with words, not
exactly, although there were some. We also did not speak like the
tendrils, or the trees. No this conversation was like lighting up all
the ambient energy between us. And was different yet again, but similar.
No need to seek balance, it was like painting the energy of the the air
and ground and thought at once. He looked around chuckling still,then
was silent. He looked right at passageways portals. A small one with an
old wooden ladder, and then the ones to outside but those were of no
interest. Then he saw the large one in the corner. It was solid, but
also like where a more designed project, like a railroad tunnel, meets a
ramshackle one like a mine. Then he spoke to me again. "thank you for
giving this energy so much form. So much form infact, that i was
inclined to remember to remember to wear clothes! Ha he turned around
like he was modelling a new suite. Heh the clothes were a mismatched
afterthought, it fit the setting and his form so well. Without wasting
more time, first he tried to lead, well not lead i just naturally
followed, down the opening with the wood ladder, that seemed like a deep
shaft. He peered down we saw the wood was rotten, and missing. first he
asked me to help him with that one. But then he changed his mind said
no not yet. and walked for the tunnel opening. I followed him again, i
was mostly doing so to help and see what he saw. I had no real curiosity
per say. Like if someone comes into you room, and takes an interest in
the books on a shelf that you are so familiar with you no longer think
on them, but anothers gaze makes you think of them in a new way. like
that.
We continued down the excavated tunnel. and then it
was a constructed tunnel. there was a clear difference. In doing so, we
had to pass several of the energy gateways, two in fact. The first
tunnel itself was another gateway. So it was a long trip and a short
trip. We exited into a vast vast excavated, but only partially
completed cavern. A cavern so large one could barely see the far ends.
Full of concrete pillars. But it was unfinished. It felt like the
builders had met the excavated tunnel from the other end, and stopped
working here. I knew of this, in some non specific way. I or my kin or
who knows were probably the ones digging from the other end. It was
almost genetic understanding. The old man looked around. the energy lit
up between us in understanding this. Also then the ones who guarded this
edge came. They looked like workmen in coveralls. they held no weapons
but they would not think to manifest that. They had human form but they
were mass produced. Like skins. And again this did not matter. If one
were to rip off those coats, they would just be silver amorphous forms.
We all knew that. there was much communication going on in silence. the
older man was smiling and learning. the workmen were too. Hah they did
not know there were many real beings out there, maybe they thought me or
what of me they had seen was the only one. There was no army here, or
plan to expand, further in our direction, although there complexes must
run under all of reality. I'm not even sure what this was. Ib's?
probably is one way of seeing it. Whatever else was to be discussed i
did not need to be there anymore, or maybe i was just getting tired. I
laughed again with the wrinkled man, and did connect like a tendril, but
it was two projections from the third eye i think. He i met this and
rode it back to normal non constructed dream space. I think he had
business with those workmen and did not leave at the same time. He knew
the way back now anyway lol. (final note the reason the green by the
dead tree moved me was a memory of the other green place i found. that's
what that reminded me to find, and what the others there did not know
of yet)