Backstage

[Clinamenic]

To think beyond the ideal realm is to not think. This is what took me a while to realize, after having tried to think my way out of my head, so to speak.

 

[luka]

thought is a kind of feeling

 

[Clinamenic]

To dissolve any ideal distinctions, to melt into the world in a grand and harmonious equanimity.

 

[Clinamenic]

thought is a kind of feeling

Yeah they both pertain to what I’m calling the ideal realm, but maybe there’s a better, more intuitive term. Anyway, they are both of the mind, ideas and feelings that is.

 

[WashYourHands]

The most fun is when the stage and audience are the same, ie when you clear a floor

Backstage is a tainted term because of sleaze, but it reminds me of the personality test posted a while back and the results

Brash is corny, the English creeping in with their dark arts you have to watch for, the relationship between US intelligence and gchq is a good example (differentiating between gchq and Bond/Bourne stereotypes)

 

[shiels]

thought is a kind of feeling

I said this first

 

[luka]

i said it before you were born. produce your receipts.

 

[luka]

Feelings.

Strange word. Good word. What are these things? Feelings? Do you have them? What are they? How important are they? Are you 'in touch with your feelings?' I did a search for feelings and the only thread we've got is one advocating bottling up your feelings. Have we changed? Or is this still...

www.dissensus.com

 

[luka]

Gus come and sort out your thread it's got potential you cant let it lie fallow

 

[luka]

a year or two again i was under serious and sustained psychic assault. a loud sustained buzzing which fluctuated in pitch and volume to fracture the psyche. bad feelings.

 

[sus]

Yeats distinguishes between The Instructors and the Frustrators ('we will decieve you if we can')

How do we tell the difference?

 

[sus]

a year or two again i was under serious and sustained psychic assault. a loud sustained buzzing which fluctuated in pitch and volume to fracture the psyche. bad feelings.

Mid pandemic? I thought you were loving the lockdown. Was it triggered by quarantine?

 

[sus]

I think very verbally I've realized that I can only focus attention on experiences or objects in my view if I describe what's going on to myself. So if a flock of birds are passing I have to articulate verbally in my head the formation how they're behaving otherwise I don't get it it doesn't click the experience is shallow

 

[luka]

Mid pandemic? I thought you were loving the lockdown. Was it triggered by quarantine?

no, it was before the virus was invented.

 

[luka]

How do we tell the difference?

its tricky becasue they will decieve you if they can

 

[luka]

no, it was before the virus was invented.

this is what my most fruity poem is about, being in the middle of this terrible attack and trying to keep it at bay and feeling the bad thing
entering our world. and then a short while after they invented the virus

 

[luka]

The crafty ones are clamouring at the barrier breaking through spell-craft green mist and the trees all take on the sinister. In the coils of it clumsy with curses toiling.



Far from home I have no allies here. On my own strength thrown back hard pressed in the assailing in the everywhere leathery wings and rasping.



Lithe tree shakes off the rain. Sweet lichor. Something wants my eyes, to look out through them. Something needs my fingertips to feel with. The bruising where it squeeze me. The bleeding.

Wren dart in the dainty, in the wrangling of honeysuckle and snapdragon.
Finches. Sing my song to save me, lift your voice. Please. With the darkness closing in.

 

[luka]

Wanting the honest encounter not the insidious disease not the poison not the hidden behind the mask. Wanting to know it's true face it's yellow eye it's little weasel teeth. Wanting to grab it's throat and squeeze.

Where does the curse issue from? What marsh in the magelight weaving reeds. What serpent in the brackish hidden there. What dark tower what gloomy cave what bane of toadstool and
malignant herb? Where issue from this insidious disease?



The land is under a spell. Hate is hate is. So long since a saw a smile.

On the pleated grass waited for the sun to warm me. After almost dying in that dark again. Never thinking would see daisy bow it's head demurely would bees in blossom see, after so long in that mephitic air and the crafty ones clamouring around me and the fever hard upon me. In the land with neither sun nor water. Harried by, tormented. I have so many foes and my allies deserted or slower to defend me. Without their borrowed strength, vulnerable as never before weak as never before and frightened.

 

[luka]

let it in the bad thing. I slashed the opening. It came gloating through the ragged hole and now we are engulfed.



And the parrots all say "I let it in the bad thing it is I who made the breach."

etc etc etc a terrible time. very bad.

 

[luka]

as you can see i am very psychicially sensitive and was picking up the vibrations from the future