17 | 232 | [ Radio ] » |
"Good evening, you are listening to Last Hour. We are counting down to Bleak Zero . . . |
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16 | abandon | [ Abandon ] » |
When the Tower fell, the thirteen stonemasons tried to arrest its collapse with their hands and bodies. For three times twenty-two generations, their families had been slaved to laying stone, and they knew nothing else . . . |
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18 | age | [ An Age of Exploration ] » |
Today, a part of me begins the long journey back to the States. While my quest into the jungle is complete, my work is far from finished . . . |
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19 | anchor | [ Psychic Anchors ] » |
Once you have crossed the threshold of Oneiric space, pause before you enter the astral thermocline and lay your first inter-etheric knot . . . |
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20 | architect | [ Architect ] » |
The presence of "architect" is a modern archetypal association; in previous times, this role was given over to the blacksmiths, the industrial machinists, the alchemists, and the navigators . . . |
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59 | art01 | [ The Ribbon Man ] » |
He wears a rainbow assortment of ribbons pinned in a regimented grid to his naked flesh. The prick of all those pins mottles his skin, an ordered sequence of bruises and blemishes beneath the haphazard pattern of his silk patchwork . . . [art] |
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58 | art02 | [ Physician ] » |
There are triangles tattooed beneath his eyes, downward facing shapes that point like runway lights toward the tweaked edge of his lip. His teeth are triangular as well, covered in silver . . . [art] |
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57 | art03 | [ Offering ] » |
The rooster shrieks at me, a surprisingly human sound, and tries to claw my hands as I hold it down . . . [art] |
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56 | art04 | [ Rupture ] » |
The mirror page tears, a dimensional rupture that sends pressure waves through the library. The book falls from her lap, contorting and flexing as it bounces off the edge of the coffee table . . . [art] |
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55 | art05 | [ Birds of the Old World ] » |
Clasping her bloody package to her chest—the wet fabric of her robe sticks to her skin—she drifts from the scene, vanishing into immaterial darkness . . . [art] |
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54 | art06 | [ Kings and Queens ] » |
Such a rush to bloody her. Was I? What made me change my mind, and hold back? What made me so passive? So afraid? . . . [art] |
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53 | art07 | [ Familial Ghosts ] » |
An older man, his face a brittle mask of ice, comes up beside me. I look at him, and see right through him . . . [art] |
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52 | art08 | [ Fear of Drowning ] » |
His headless skeleton presses against me, bent ribs digging into my back. His pelvic bone bangs against my hip, and his cracked toes scratch at my ankle and calf . . . [art] |
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51 | art09 | [ Hanged Man ] » |
The scarecrow holds the key in its red right hand; its left fist is closed tight. The key, even with all the warning signs placed along my path, still tantalizes me . . . [art] |
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50 | art10 | [ Red Wood ] » |
He stabs the pointed tongue of the key into the heart of the nearest trunk. The tree whips back from him . . . [art] |
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49 | art11 | [ A Bear In The House of Cards ] » |
"Not a very useful bear, are you?" . . . [art] |
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48 | art12 | [ The 23rd Expression ] » |
On another layer, I can feel myself coming apart, blooming into a flower that has never been seen before, petals and lines exploding from my wrists and neck . . . [art] |
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23 | ash | [ Ash ] » |
I hung on the tree for thrice three days . . . |
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21 | bare | [ Bare ] » |
I cannot touch my head. My hands are nothing more than ghost fingers on the end of phantasmal limbs. I flail, and touch nothing . . . |
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22 | bird | [ Blue Bird ] » |
Maurice Maeterlinck's L'Oiseau Bleu premiered in Moscow in 1908, and has since become part of the collective substrate via the memetic transference of the bird of its title . . . |
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24 | blackleaf23 | [ The Search for Blackleaf 23 ] » |
FROM: psychonaut23@... SUB: RE: The search for Blackleaf 23 . . . |
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25 | blackleaf23_2 | [ The Search for Blackleaf 23 ] » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE[2]: The search for Blackleaf 23 . . . |
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26 | bleakzero | [ Bleak Zero ] » |
FROM: psychonaut23@... SUB: RE: bleak zero . . . |
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31 | bloom | [ Bloom ] » |
The plant itself is an ugly, twisted thing. Its stalk is ridged and knobbed like the wart-covered skin of a desiccated toad . . . |
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5 | body | [ Building the Perfect Man ] » |
His hawk mask is an explosion of black and brown, and shards of ivory peek through the profusion of feathers. His robe, a mosaic of lizards, flows about him like a mist held in place by geometric theory . . . |
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135 | boomboom | [ .:|BOOM.BOOM|:. ] » |
The sound of thunder . . . |
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32 | burnblack | [ Burnblack ] » |
I've tried to find the source of this quote, but it has eluded me. Like a number of the mythological and symbolic elements within my dreams, I'm starting to believe it is an admixture. There is a fusion going on in my head . . . |
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33 | cage | [ Cage ] » |
"Black Iron Prison" is the term you'll hear used by the modern Gnosis seeker. It's a reference to the Archonic Construction of the Universe, a theory that multi-dimensional intelligences are preventing us . . . |
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34 | casual_disarray | [ Casual Disarray ] » |
I wandered past her, once, stealing a surreptitious glance at the electrified amphibian peeking through the patterned veil of her casually arranged shawl . . . |
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35 | ceremony | [ Ceremony ] » |
A path, lined with yellow flowers leads into the confusion of blooms, and caught in the timelessness of this realm, are a party dressed in fancy clothes . . . |
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6 | chess | [ A Game of Chess ] » |
The board is laid into the stone of the peak, and the edges merge so seamlessly with the rock that it seems like it has always been here—an ordered geometric extrusion. Eight by eight as an oversized magic square . . . |
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36 | children | [ My Children ] » |
I realize this letter may strike you as an egregious hoax, and I hope that you will have enough faith to read it through to the end before you pass judgment . . . |
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37 | circle | [ Circle ] » |
My crown is gone. Severed by a stroke of lightning. My brain is exposed to the torrential downpour of black tears. My brain is coated by the ash of burnblack feathers . . . |
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2 | clinic | [ That Which Grows In The Black Loam of The Mind ] » |
The alleys surrounding the clinic are filled with black garbage sacks. They are stacked negligently and precariously, and the path through the narrow alleyway is convoluted. I don't dare touch any of the bags . . . |
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38 | coagula_ne | [ Coagula Ne ] » |
The Arabic alchemists of the 8th and 9th century preserved the Hermetic thought of Egypt, and the resurgence of alchemy in Europe during the late medieval period is indebted to them . . . |
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39 | confusion | [ Confusion ] » |
What is the medicinal use of the visionary experience? What benefit to the mind is there to be gained in quelling its structures and rules? . . . |
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40 | crossing | [ Crossing ] » |
The sea is tempestuous, and the boat groans continually at the battering it takes from the waves. The deck is slick with spray, and the sails strain in their rigging. The Ribbon Man . . . |
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41 | crossroad | [ Crossroad ] » |
The crossroad is one of those irrepressible symbols—dig deep enough in any mythology and you'll find one. It's the recurring symbol of the duality matrix, that either/or switch that informs every morality tale . . . |
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42 | crown | [ Crown ] » |
The last King of Europe wears a misshapen crown. It was silver once, but blood and soot have conspired to darken its luster. It is dented now and sits awkwardly upon his head . . . |
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43 | deathmask | [ Mask ] » |
After the body of the Seeker has been washed according to the astrological covenants and his body has been wrapped with the linen codex that has been inscribed with his desire . . . |
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44 | deceit | [ Deceit ] » |
"Yes? Hello? Is anyone here? It's awfully dark. Oh, excuse me. I didn't—you know . . . could we turn on a light? Ah, yes. Much—oh! . . . |
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8 | deepdark | [ Deepdark ] » |
They're all gone, the brine-soak says, dissolving the bond between the vowels and the consonants. The curves become fluid, and the hard lines melt into a smear of pickled darkness . . . |
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45 | descent | [ Descent ] » |
His words become meaningless now, an empyrean thunder of falling masonry. Tumble down tumble down . . . |
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46 | drift | [ Drift ] » |
The dunes are like ocean waves, perfectly regular crests as far as my eye can see. The capricious djinn of the desert have left curls in some of the peaks, little twists of sand that will not last . . . |
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47 | dualitymatrix | [ The Duality Matrix ] » |
The twelve-part Matrix of Self, whereby Ego and Identity are given shape and form . . . |
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60 | echoes | [ Echoes ] » |
There are two types of dreams. You can certainly find a number of organization schemata by which to code dreams, but they are simply finer gradations of a basic duality: the Enhypnia and the Oneiroi . . . |
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61 | ego | [ Ego ] » |
His breathing slows, each inhalation more brief than the last. He slips out of time, out of phase with the world, and watches the light die. Just one more. Just one . . . |
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62 | emergency | [ Emergency ] » |
Entries taken from the Oneironaut's Survival Guide, a mimeographed chapbook purported to have been written in 1977 by Jerry McElholn . . . |
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27 | equinox | [ Equinox ] » |
Tomorrow, we begin our journey in earnest. The last few weeks have been fraught with planning and preparation, and our progress upriver has been slow as we have been making ourselves familiar with the terrain and our boats . . . |
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63 | experiment | [ Experiment ] » |
Let me tell you what happened at Rose Bay, back in '77. Back when Jerry and Frank and I all went nuts . . . |
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64 | explanation | [ An Explanation ] » |
My name is Harry Potemkin, and I am a black market oneirologist . . . |
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65 | eyes | [ Eyes ] » |
Lately I have suffered a crisis of conscience. Is all this an attempt to justify my illness? To disguise the damage, to hide the rot? . . . |
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66 | fabric | [ Fabric ] » |
I use the word when talking about the Oneiroi with my patients because it is an easier concept for them to wrap their heads around than some of the more historically referential terminology that we employ . . . |
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67 | father | [ Father ] » |
I have not abandoned you. I have not forgotten you. You have always been a part of me, just as I have always been inside of you . . . |
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68 | fealty | [ Fealty ] » |
Embrace me, my child. I have so much to show you. I have so much to give . . . |
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9 | fields | [ The Fields of Elysium ] » |
The gnarled tree leans precariously, its twisted branches reaching for the tall wheat as if to brace the bent trunk against the swaying grain. The crown of the tree has been split by lightning . . . |
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69 | finallaw | [ The Final Law of Entropy ] » |
Language betrays . . . |
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70 | fire | [ Fire ] » |
The editorial offices and archive of the Journal, housed in a secondary structure on the property, were also consumed by the fire . . . |
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71 | fish | [ Fish ] » |
There is the old truism about fish: give a man a fish, and you offer him hope; teach him how to fish, and you give him purpose . . . |
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72 | fool | [ The Fool ] » |
A white dog capers at his feet, equally unaware of the cliff edge. The youth, cloaked in ribbons and scarves, dances along the bleak edge, his face turned toward the burnblack sun . . . |
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73 | fork | [ Fork ] » |
"The success rate of the radiation therapy is very high, which is why we are suggesting such a path of treatment, but the location . . . |
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74 | fortune | [ The Fortune Teller ] » |
He sits, off-center, at a rectangular table. On his right is a haphazard scatter of candles. Clustered like offerings to the Madonna and Child, the votives are of varying height and color, though their flames are all clean and yellow . . . |
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75 | fowl | [ Fowl ] » |
Commonly, in dream dictionaries, the chicken is said to represent fertility (the whole "chicken and egg" argument notwithstanding). In Chinese dream interpretation, the chicken is symbolic of pride . . . |
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76 | fragmentary | [ Fragmentary Psychosis ] » |
Conventional psychology defines "psychosis" as a symptomatic state of mental illness, a break in the patient's ability to function effectively. Psychosis is a catch-all term used by mainstream professionals to cover any number of sins and aberrations . . . |
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7 | funeral | [ The Funeral of the White Queen ] » |
The light streaming through the curtains is pale, and what glitters through the gaps in the fabric is crisp and undiluted. I lean over, swaying in time with the motion of the carriage, and peek through the curtain on my right . . . |
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77 | garden | [ Garden ] » |
Mr. Gaultier is no longer trying to hide his dislike of my decision from the rest of the expedition . . . |
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78 | geometric | [ Geometric Alphabet ] » |
The architects of Babylon drew straight lines, hard geometry to define edges and perimeters. They measured the arc of the sun with triangular devices, plumbs dropping straight down like descending vertebrae . . . |
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79 | gnosis | [ UR-Gnosis ] » |
[PharmakonNewsWire] The worldwide release of Atramabor, the flagship drug of nascent startup Trinity Pharmacopoeia, has come under fire from a series of lawsuits . . . |
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80 | graffiti | [ Graffiti ] » |
There will always be a way to symbolize the existence of free will: by scrawling on the walls of bathroom stalls, by tagging subway cars and the billboards, by scraping the paint off phone booths and bus stands, or by plastering telephone poles with handbills . . . |
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81 | guide | [ Guide ] » |
The Ytucalis arrived this morning, timing their approach with the lifting of the fog, so that they could appear like apparitions spawned by the jungle mist . . . |
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82 | heart | [ Heart ] » |
There is an old belief about the heart: it is the seat of the soul. If you eat a man's soul, much like you would devour a fish, you assume his spirit . . . |
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13 | heaven | [ Heaven ] » |
The canopy of heaven was to be built by three brothers, blacksmiths all . . . |
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83 | hermit | [ The Hermit ] » |
He stands upon a stone, raising his lantern toward the West. Behind him, in the distance, a landscape of hills has been worn down by wind and darkness to a sea of sloping dunes . . . |
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84 | hidden | [ Hidden Laboratories ] » |
The primary hypothesis of ancient alchemists was the divisibility of substance from form. They suspected the processes of change . . . |
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85 | hollow | [ Hollow ] » |
In the desert, there is a spider that builds a tower. I have found one in the shadow of an old rock, a corner of some ancient temple that has been forgotten for a lifetime . . . |
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86 | horizon | [ Horizon ] » |
The horizon is the edge of mystery. We do not know what lies beyond it, and it does not matter how high we reach into the sky, we cannot see beyond that rim . . . |
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11 | house | [ The House of Cards ] » |
I open the box. Inside are the scattered leaves of broken cards, shards of images jumbled together in an incoherent mess. I pick up a piece, and it isn't a playing card any more . . . |
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87 | incense | [ Incense ] » |
Most dreams are like old serial movies. There may be auditory components— speech or the occasional sound effect—but mostly they are just grainy images. The dreamer is the only one in the theater, and the old projector clacks along at twenty-three frames a second, running through that single reel of film . . . |
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88 | intent | [ Intent ] » |
Our cells hum with intent. Our DNA is informed by intent. It is not ours. No, it was there before we became conscious . . . |
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89 | iris | [ Iris ] » |
She releases the iris petals, and they close again. She strokes the bright yellow landing strip on the lower petal, the splashed indicator that directs the bees to their landing point . . . |
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15 | island | [ Island ] » |
The island is nothing more than a spit of rock that reaches out of the thrashing sea like the skeletal finger of an old sea god. Surrounding it is a maze of submerged rocks and coral reefs . . . |
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90 | key | [ Key ] » |
Now, these keys were too cumbersome to carry, but what point was there in leaving the key hanging from a nearby hook? Or even leaving it in the lock? One might as well not even bother with the lock at all in that case . . . |
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91 | king | [ King ] » |
When there is a break in the persistent cloud layer, he sits by the window in the library and tries to read. Most of the books are water-damaged, their pages filled with streaks of ink and ash . . . |
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92 | kiss | [ Kiss ] » |
"Do you remember your first kiss, Harry?" . . . |
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97 | labyrinth | [ Labyrinth ] » |
Do you know the difference between a maze and a labyrinth? . . . |
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98 | last_call | [ Last Call ] » |
FROM: radio_free_engineer@... SUB: Last Call . . . |
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99 | last_call_2 | [ RE: Last Call ] » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE: Last Call . . . |
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100 | last_call_3 | [ RE[2]: Last Call ] » |
FROM: radio_free_engineer@... SUB: RE[2]: Last Call . . . |
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101 | last_call_4 | [ RE[3]: Last Call ] » |
FROM: psychonaut23@... SUB: RE[3]: Last Call . . . |
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102 | last_call_5 | [ RE[4]: Last Call ] » |
FROM: radio_free_engineer@... SUB: RE[4]: Last Call . . . |
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103 | last_call_6 | [ RE[5]: Last Call ] » |
FROM: psychonaut23@... SUB: RE[5]: Last Call . . . |
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93 | last_light | [ Last Light ] » |
I drink the brine of dissolved books, gulping and choking like a castaway alcoholic who finds a casket of rum half-buried in the sand of his island exile. It isn't enough that my lungs are filled with the stuff . . . |
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94 | layers | [ Layers ] » |
In any group of explorers, there will be some who insist on miring the adventure into the unknown with a taxonomy. In our case, these armchair psychonauts want to map the entirety of the dream landscape (as if that were even possible) . . . |
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95 | leaf | [ Leaf ] » |
My mother used to press leaves. I would find them in my father's heavy medical journals. This may be the true source of my fascination—unrealized, unspoken, these many years . . . |
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14 | letter | [ A Letter ] » |
Mr. Potemkin: While I would, obviously, prefer a resolution in the favor of myself and my family, I do truly understand that your choice is—and must be!—one of your own making . . . |
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96 | library | [ Library ] » |
That is not to say that libraries are useless, moldering piles of vegetable matter that are better used for providing mulch for sunflowers or cherry trees. I, personally, love a good library . . . |
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104 | limbo | [ Limbo ] » |
The secret to oneiric illumination is patience. Limbo, while reviled by the Church for being neither Above nor Below, is a perpetual state of indecision . . . |
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105 | love | [ Love ] » |
She loves me she loves me not she loves me she loves me not . . . |
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106 | marriage | [ Marriage ] » |
At the center of the garden of flowers and stones, there is a plaza and a large pit of smoldering black stones. When the Ribbon Man and I arrive, the first coffin is pushed down an incline, and the box bumps and rattles out into the center of the pit . . . |
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107 | memory | [ Memory ] » |
Memories, then, become an assembly of binary data sets, and given an observable system, it is possible that other triggers—external ones, even—can be tripped by the presence of certain binary sequences . . . |
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10 | metaxu | [ Into the Subtext ] » |
When I land on an invisible plane, I find mirrors. Rows of them, hanging in perfect lines as if someone has removed the walls of the gallery, as if the building, the block, and the city around them have become invisible . . . |
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108 | midnight | [ Midnight ] » |
The most terrifying dream I had as a child was of the fortune teller in the desert. He would sneak up on me, appearing suddenly around corners or through doorways. Regardless of where and when I was, I would suddenly find myself in the waste, under a moonless sky . . . |
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109 | mirage | [ Mirage ] » |
In this land—before my time and before my father's time—there was a queen who earned her place beside her king by enchanting him with mirages . . . |
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110 | missing | [ Missing ] » |
It draws me, a hint of a moth to a hint of a flame. It is a glass canister, with metal stoppers and a series of trailing cords like the delicate strands of a jellyfish . . . |
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111 | moth | [ Moth ] » |
Moths, by virtue of their fascination with light, are children of the Moon (that poor widow who pines so for her lost King) . . . |
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112 | negligence | [ Negligence ] » |
My recent review of the administrative organization of Rose Bay Psychiatric Hospital has revealed an existing contract between your organization and the hospital, pursuant to the care of three patients . . . |
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134 | note | [ Note ] » |
Photocopy of note found beside Jerry McElholn, May 17th, 1977 . . . |
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3 | numbers | [ The Scenic Route and the Numbers Station ] » |
The interior of the cab is done up in walnut paneling and leather with a raised paisley imprint. Thin threads of smoke drift from the silver incense cone mounted on the dash . . . |
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113 | paper | [ Paper ] » |
The page doesn't have to be blank, does it? You could write something mundane on here. A shopping list, maybe, or a note . . . |
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128 | persistence | [ Persistence ] » |
FROM: igotgills@... SUB: The Persistence of Memory . . . |
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129 | persistence_2 | [ Persistence ] » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE: The Persistence of Memory . . . |
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130 | persistence_3 | [ Persistence ] » |
FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[2]: The Persistence of Memory . . . |
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131 | persistence_4 | [ Persistence ] » |
FROM: igotgills@... SUB: RE[3]: The Persistence of Memory . . . |
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132 | persistence_5 | [ Persistence ] » |
FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[4]: The Persistence of Memory . . . |
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133 | persistence_6 | [ Persistence ] » |
FROM: radio_free_engineer@... SUB: RE[5]: The Persistence of Memory . . . |
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114 | petals | [ Petals ] » |
Count the petals. Why are there twenty-three? Is the world not symmetrical? Is the world not ordered in a series of twisted pairs? . . . |
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136 | pliable | [ Pliable ] » |
FROM: heron74@... SUB: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . . |
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145 | pliable_10 | [ Pliable ] » |
FROM: psychonaut23@... SUB: RE[9]: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . . |
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137 | pliable_2 | [ Pliable ] » |
FROM: igotgills@... SUB: RE: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . . |
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138 | pliable_3 | [ Pliable ] » |
FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[2]: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . . |
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139 | pliable_4 | [ Pliable ] » |
FROM: meme_mechanic@... SUB: RE[3]: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . . |
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140 | pliable_5 | [ Pliable ] » |
FROM: psychonaut23@... SUB: RE[4]: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . . |
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141 | pliable_6 | [ Pliable ] » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE[5]: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . . |
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142 | pliable_7 | [ Pliable ] » |
FROM: psychonaut23@... SUB: RE[6]: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . . |
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143 | pliable_8 | [ Pliable ] » |
FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[7]: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . . |
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144 | pliable_9 | [ Pliable ] » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE[8]: The Earnestness of Our Conversion . . . |
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146 | poison | [ Poison ] » |
FROM: lapidaryl2000@... SUB: Harmless Supplements . . . |
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147 | poison_2 | [ Poison ] » |
FROM: meme_mechanic@... SUB: RE: Harmless Supplements . . . |
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148 | poison_3 | [ Poison ] » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE[2]: Harmless Supplements . . . |
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149 | poison_4 | [ Poison ] » |
FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[3]: Harmless Supplements . . . |
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150 | poison_5 | [ Poison ] » |
FROM: radio_free_engineer@... SUB: RE[4]: Harmless Supplements . . . |
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151 | poison_6 | [ Poison ] » |
FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[5]: Harmless Supplements . . . |
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152 | poison_7 | [ Poison ] » |
FROM: radio_free_engineer@... SUB: RE[6]: Harmless Supplements . . . |
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153 | poison_8 | [ Poison ] » |
FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[7]: Harmless Supplements . . . |
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115 | programming | [ Programming ] » |
Failure is part of your programming, my son. I wrote the code. I can unravel your ladder and show you where the systemic faults are written . . . |
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116 | projection | [ Projection ] » |
Clustered around the table, eight with a spot left for a ninth. Light from naked candles, pinpricks in the slithering gloom. Whispers now, voices low and hushed. Is he here? . . . |
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117 | psychonaut | [ Psychonaut ] » |
The psychonaut, as distinguished from the oneironaut, is a traveler who experiments on himself, rather than acting as a healer to others. The psychonaut seeks to map his own ego . . . |
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154 | purify | [ Purify ] » |
FROM: lapidaryl2000@... SUB: Looking for Goldwhite@ . . . |
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155 | purify_2 | [ Purify ] » |
FROM: 0553383582@... SUB: RE: Looking for Goldwhite@ . . . |
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156 | purify_3 | [ Purify ] » |
FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[2]: Looking for Goldwhite@ . . . |
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157 | purify_4 | [ Purify ] » |
FROM: 0553383582@... SUB: RE[3]: Looking for Goldwhite@ . . . |
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158 | purify_5 | [ Purify ] » |
FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[4]: Looking for Goldwhite@ . . . |
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159 | purify_6 | [ Purify ] » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE[5]: Looking for Goldwhite@ . . . |
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160 | purify_7 | [ Purify ] » |
FROM: psychonaut23@... SUB: RE[6]: Looking for Goldwhite@ . . . |
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118 | radio | [ Radio ] » |
715154 5225149147, 251521 1185 12919205149147 2015 1211920 8152118. 235 1185 3152114209147 4152314 2015 . . . |
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119 | rain | [ Rain ] » |
FROM: heron74@... SUB: Rain . . . |
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120 | re-awakening | [ Re-Awakening ] » |
There are marks on my hands, scratches and cuts as if I have wrestled rose bushes in my sleep. It is entirely possible. I do not remember the last few days . . . |
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4 | read | [ The Reading ] » |
She sits on the divan in the center of the library, her tiny feet tucked under the hem of her skirt. Her eyes are too deep, too blue, too distant, for her tiny face. Her mouth moves out of sync with her words . . . |
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121 | reconstruction | [ Reconstruction ] » |
The intent of this journal has always been to source out the disturbance in my head, and I have approached these pages with as little editorial interference as possible . . . |
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122 | red | [ Red ] » |
In the beginning, there is chaos. There is form, but it is unorthodox. Unorganized. Riotous. There is color, but no order . . . |
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123 | reflection | [ Reflection ] » |
This is the end, and while I am saddened by its arrival, I know that it must come to pass . . . |
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12 | revolution | [ Revolution ] » |
I bring the rain with me, a silver curtain dogging my heels as I step into the dream. The water adds color to the dilapidated train station: green and rust to the struts of the vault over the tracks, red and blue to the blocky engine, silver and brown to the tile of the platform . . . |
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124 | ripen | [ Ripen ] » |
Mr. Harrington believes we are now in Brazil, and according to his map, we should reach São Paulo de Oliverça within a few days . . . |
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125 | river | [ River ] » |
Rivers figure predominantly as barriers and as symbols of transformation. Heraclitus believed you could never step in the same river twice . . . |
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126 | roots | [ Roots ] » |
The Ytucalis found us at Borja, some three days after the disaster along the Pongo de Manseriche. Their dialect is odd, even for Círo, who led us to believe that he was fluent in most of the regional variations . . . |
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127 | sacrifice | [ Sacrifice ] » |
Philip Kendrick wakes up in his comfortable chair. He is wearing his favorite robe, a dark blue kimono—the one given to him by a biker with an angel tattoo, more than twenty years ago during a febrile weekend, lost in the Mohave Desert outside Needles . . . |
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161 | scarecrow | [ Scarecrow ] » |
I had a patient who was terrified of scarecrows. Scarecrows are just effigies, I explained to her, stuffed doppelgangers meant to terrify crows . . . |
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162 | schizophrenia | [ Schizophrenia ] » |
The literature calls it a "splitting of the ego," a "division of sense," and a "psychosis of identity" . . . |
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163 | secret_code | [ Secret Code ] » |
"Do you remember our secret code?" . . . |
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164 | serpent | [ Serpent ] » |
I want to point you to the story of the tail-devourer, the serpent who was God's first Creation. Self-sufficient, the tail-devourer was perfection . . . |
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165 | silence | [ Silence ] » |
FROM: sparkly_wonder@... SUB: Silence . . . |
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166 | silence_2 | [ Silence ] » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE: Silence . . . |
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167 | silence_3 | [ Silence ] » |
FROM: sparkly_wonder@... SUB: RE[2]: Silence . . . |
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168 | silence_4 | [ Silence ] » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE[4]: Silence . . . |
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169 | slowrot | [ Slow Rot ] » |
A dream journal is a dangerous artifact for an oneironaut to create . . . |
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170 | snow | [ Snow ] » |
Of all the seasons, I always loved winter the most as a kid . . . |
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171 | son | [ Son ] » |
Who are you waiting for? Who are you expecting? . . . |
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172 | spam | [ Spam ] » |
FROM: lapidaryl2000@... SUB: Spam! Who's moderating this list? . . . |
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173 | spam_2 | [ Spam ] » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE: Spam! Who's moderating this list? . . . |
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174 | spam_3 | [ Spam ] » |
FROM: goldwhite@... SUB: RE[2]: Spam! Who's moderating this list? . . . |
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175 | spam_4 | [ Spam ] » |
FROM: meme_mechanic@... SUB: RE[3]: Spam! Who's moderating this list? . . . |
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176 | spam_5 | [ Spam ] » |
FROM: lapidaryl2000@... SUB: RE[4]: Spam! Who's moderating this list? . . . |
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177 | spearmint | [ Spearmint ] » |
I remember my mother working in the garden . . . |
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178 | spine | [ Spine ] » |
There is an old myth about the spine: it is the last part of a mortal man to decay. While the worms take the flesh and the trees drink the blood, the spine remains resolute and firm . . . |
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179 | spiritualarmor | [ Spiritual Armor ] » |
"Why the hat, Harry? Are we role-playing?" . . . |
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180 | strength | [ Strength ] » |
He is the strongest; and his strength lies not in his body—scarred by the violent efforts of so many others—nor in his hunger, which ravages his mind and fills his veins with a restlessness . . . |
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181 | substantia | [ Substantia Nigra ] » |
Most of you are independent rebels and are going to make up your own minds about things—or, at least, you should be . . . |
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182 | suicide | [ Suicide ] » |
I am very sorry to have been the bearer of bad news the other day. Since the business is a matter of public record now, I can confirm that Jerry McElholn died some time in the afternoon of Thursday, the 17th . . . |
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183 | summons | [ Summons ] » |
FROM: ALLFATHER@... SUB: Come Home, My Sons! . . . |
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192 | summons_10 | [ Summons ] » |
FROM: potemkin@... SUB: RE[9]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . |
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184 | summons_2 | [ Summons ] » |
FROM: greeneyedcat@... SUB: RE: Come Home, My Sons! . . . |
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185 | summons_3 | [ Summons ] » |
FROM: goldwhite@... SUB: RE[2]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . |
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186 | summons_4 | [ Summons ] » |
FROM: sparklywonder@... SUB: RE[3]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . |
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187 | summons_5 | [ Summons ] » |
FROM: meme_mechanic@... SUB: RE[4]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . |
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188 | summons_6 | [ Summons ] » |
FROM: 0553383582@... SUB: RE[5]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . |
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189 | summons_7 | [ Summons ] » |
FROM: igotgills@... SUB: RE[6]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . |
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190 | summons_8 | [ Summons ] » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE[7]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . |
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191 | summons_9 | [ Summons ] » |
FROM: radio_free_engineer@... SUB: RE[8]: Come Home, My Sons! |
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193 | superstition | [ Superstition ] » |
It has been a troubling few days of waiting at Borja. Mr. Harrington is making some headway on repairing the boat, but the rains are making his progress slow and tedious . . . |
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194 | tangle | [ Tangle ] » |
When I was much younger—the last few years of high school, I think—I used to have a lot of dreams about mazes. Corn mazes, unruly hedgerows, stone passages filled with steam and strange noises . . . |
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195 | tarot | [ Tarot ] » |
The Tarot were never intended to be divinatory agents. They were playing cards, co-opted by successive generations of occultists to be tools of their trade. An imagined history of the world was written into their subtext . . . |
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196 | telegram | [ Telegram ] » |
I'm going to Brazil . . . |
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197 | thirteen | [ Thirteen ] » |
To be afraid of the number thirteen is to be afraid of Heaven, to be afraid of what comes after we are whole and complete. It is not a plague fear or a fear of oppression . . . |
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198 | thirteenth_house | [ The Thirteenth House ] » |
"Why does the madman in the desert fail to mention the thirteenth house? Did he not know of the serpent, or did he obscure that final threshold for fear of his work being used for ill? . . . |
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199 | threshold | [ Threshold ] » |
"As with all things, the path of the dreamer is composed of three parts: the triple layer of the phases, the doubled stages, and the pure planes of the thresholds . . . |
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200 | tidal_motion | [ Tidal Motion ] » |
Falling, the thermocline washing over me like a bath of amniotic fluid; falling, fiery angel flight down past the horizon . . . |
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201 | tongue | [ Tongue ] » |
I should talk about language, talk about how the Oneiroi subverts and informs language . . . |
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202 | tool | [ Ax, Awl & Trowel ] » |
On the night of the full moon, when the circle hung low and fat in the black night, a brother came to his sibling's temple . . . |
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1 | train | [ A Journey By Train ] » |
The rain has only been falling for a little while; there is still a dry odor in the air as if the damp hasn't yet soaked into the ground and the plaster of the dilapidated station. The rain is a curtain of beaded silver . . . |
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203 | tree | [ Tree ] » |
I am not ready to leap to such an exotic explanation. I want to, God help me, I want to. It would validate so much of what I came here to prove, but that is exactly the trap I must avoid . . . |
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204 | triangle | [ Triangle ] » |
Aegenus proved the existence of the triangle by merging two circles, thereby demonstrating the marriage between the line and the curve . . . |
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205 | trinity | [ Trinity ] » |
"The phases are the expression of reflections. It is not enough to understand how a mirror or a pool of water works. When the glass is still, a reflection manifests itself . . . |
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206 | twelve | [ Twelve ] » |
The dreamer is a pilgrim, a mad fool who knows less and less the further he travels upon his path, and he must stop at each house and confront the mystery of the thresholds contained therein . . . |
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207 | twilight | [ Twilight ] » |
Has it only been a week since we reached São Paulo de Oliverça? . . . |
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30 | vision | [ Vision ] » |
I suppose . . . it can hurt you as much as you like. It can be whatever you make it . . . |
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29 | window | [ Window ] » |
"I've never seen Paris like this. All these lights . . . |
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28 | yellow | [ Yellow ] » |
Whither comes such rationality? Is it the grace and stricture of civilization that tames the savage instinct that burns within the blood? . . . |
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