The majority of reality emerging as narrative substance and dynamic from the confluence of nodes/networks participating in consciousness, scheduled to cyclical recur in odd long seasons.

A thing, Thing, a way of thinking and talking, about things, and accounting for them, to get some sort of grip on the reality of the moment, the moment to which we awaken across the long sanguine threshold and step into exchange with one another vastly dispersed and overlapped, after the passage from the disturbed soil tracked under tire track and pressured by tank tread and before that horse hoof and boot sole, dropping spent cartridges— after the mud mingled with the blood.  Now, we bleary begin to see as if arising from dream and collecting our concerns in the hypnogogia, disoriented, haunted by abstractions, everything is a concept, nothing arresting the scrambled thoughts, though some forms are known, not many, some primary ones, of how it coheres, how it comes together, blasted by the dream unfolded from imagination, to the lap of the contemporary morning.  There is an interface representing the many you and the many I able to communicate and remember for all what happened, how we came together and balanced between us, fed into each other, mutually contributed to motions, turned the gear of the world, greased it, fueled it, fed it, nurtured an electric conversation, came away with meaning, wondered what happened, referenced the scrawls left behind, the integers, would they lift us out of the loop, from stylus scars of grain counters, would we find a way to speak, in public private, echoing everywhere, and keep our dignity, disperse the parasitic hordes, compel from holistic sourcewinds, energetically collect, draw as if by thought to image, and from image to image, and into form elsewhere, and maneuver to another loop in another story, one which might have continued from a previous past, crossed with consensus, where globs of light clung to carved sandstone hewn by sound, stars vector and animal souls step through the prisma to heal fragmented time, itself light and sound, and pulled into story, tasted in the infusion, applied as a balm, incinerated herbacea, the spirits of the dead, they may soon be invited to participate if we’re smart in contract, if we cease ignoring ourselves, like blot from before, and find it all familiar, all too familiar, as something remembered in the layers of dream rubbing apart in sheets as the awakening occurs, an infolded-outfolded happening, the sliding into intellect, assembling the images which squirm with story shards, and suspect plot forks, individuals in symbiosis exchanging, not in die cast iron, tempered steel, not even in cyborg flesh, but in the shape of air.  Like attention to detail, specificity, body scan, viewing from elsewhere, bilocated awareness, memory passed from peer to peer.

For the past few years I (in collaboration with Astrologer Elodie Miaow) have been deeply researching the traditions of lunar syncretisms across geography and time, usually systems of 27 or 28 which witness and participate in the phenomenons of the Moon in her sidereal cycle around the ecliptic and what layers of expression flow forth through our experience. The Arabic lunar mansions, the Indian Nakshatras, the Chinese Xiu, cosmogenesis in the Greek Magical Papyri, the later grimoire tradition and it’s echoes into New World Traditions, as well as our own immersion through ritual engagement, automatic writing, trance movement, channeled drawings, and copious daily noting of dreams, moods, occurrences, synchronicities, and whatever else so as to begin to feel and sense in an embodied way the narrative essences and archetypes of the Moon’s passage over cyclical time through sky space and terrestrial experience. What has formed is a coherence of a highly subjective, elastic, emotional, intuitive, subtle, imaginal, dreaming living story inhabited with celestial, otherworldly and underworldly elemental and often animal or biological personae narrating a story of physical and metaphysical undulation within which our bodies and beings partake, whether we pay attention or not. Essentially a rather large swath of what mobilizes the moods burbling through the natural world and what we might consider the subconscious. We held dream groups to see if it was true that the correspondences and dynamics we saw at play streamed into the nightly activity of any cross section of society. Patterns abounded. We forecasted for over a year on a podcast relying on our collection of lunar zodiacal criteria, and found it effective in prognostication, of what would occur on an archetypal level but penetrating into the subjective, emotional, intuitive, subconscious, dream, imagination, sexuality, sensory, primal currents which we all take part. Our nocturnal participations in reality. Whether night or day, our scintillating darkness. (find our ongoing research HERE)