Wander-Not-Lost

Otherworlding a visit to the twilight side of The Hoodoo Altar, we found a friend and plaited his mane and he remembered us to his sister and secret twin. Speaking once again in that language like water, so difficult to hold, the others have much to say. The gist is all sparkling and fair. Refreshing always, these floating gambols through perpetual twilight. Close your eyes and let the midnight radio hum through your blood and who arrives, stepping from the mist of between? The fashion forecast: luminescent, per usual. Feet feather-light we're reminded of the reason for sequined footwear in the mundane day. In mind always, the twilight. The Medusa Recordex will hold more insight, memory-wise.

Lecture: Cartoon Logic and Eventual Freak Out

The Phoenix Church of Higher Vibratory Resonation shall be sponsoring a lecture whenever enough folks show up today regarding the efficacy of cartoon logic for creating novelty-enhanced reality warpage. Cartoon logic is a subject on which one Wicked Witch-- High Priestess of Wickidity at the Phoenix Church considers herself a big fat expert for reasons of questionable sanity. Nevertheless, cartoon logic has been found to have a certain efficacy in the influencing of chaos for much the same reason that jokes and dancing are important tools in the wacky tool box. The event will likely devolve into a complete freak out, which should be more entertaining than a lecture.

Midnight Radio Sychronistic Instruction Received

The midnight radio is a frequency apart from, and broadcast through, ordinary reality from the depths of the nocturnal side. It comes from the place of dreams but speaks directly to conscious thought with perfect, unmistakable clarity, given that one has done the tuning to its frequency. For this there is no method, merely the practice of intent and attention. It is not dependent upon time of day, but rather gains its name from the nature of the practice of this sort of orientation. It is a message from spirit, the subconscious, the numinous, manifest, if one is very attentive, to the daytime mind. A question is asked and directly answered by means of omen-ous reply often co-incidentally across mundane and non-mundane media such that a message of arrow-precision pierces the accumulated thought-clutter of confusion surrounding the matter. How to the midnight radio works is, again, not directly explicable, but the messages are clarity themselves. There is a sense of the sublime in their strange precision that separates them from the cavalcade of noise, which is the only real mode of reception. In other words, the reception of such a message is recognized by the quality of a feeling that pervades the moment. The midnight radio employs every part of the living universe as media, the uncanny twang in the nervous system being the receiver set to the proper channel which converts the imperceptible signal to the observer, whose physical apparatus is the device of reception. Obviously, this is simplicity itself and complexity as well.

Instruction received in the temporary digs of the Walla Walla Wickidity Works are an answer to a long-pondered dilemma. A single thought was answered with several co-occurring events which put an end a long mind-tangling dilemma. To study omens is an ambiguous practice with a good deal of tuning to nothing there, but when it answers the practice is revealed to be critical.

These messages are too often ignored because the logical mind can't allow them. The very possibility destroys the tyranny of reason, forcing it to acknowledge a paradigm that it can't analyze and thereby control. Poor reason has become a hothouse flower in a world where it has no competition, no existential threat. It's a big baby, reason, but its fears are unfounded. It's also the narcissist that cedes willingly no control, having become accustomed to always having its way. This is merely to say that finding the midnight radio frequency and honing to it is a difficult task, but it is immensely worthwhile. This is the voice of poetry in the universe and it speaks with majestic beauty.

This is a strange and glorious place in which we reside. Pay attention to co-incidence of completely novel flavor. Notice and heed. The tingle in the spine won't bear up to the scalpel of reason, but that blade can't touch it, either.

Lecture and Possible Dance Event Tonight: "Novelty, Probably-- The Multiverse Just Wants to Have Fun"

A lecture is scheduled tonight in the bedroom closet universe variant of The New Black Mansion. It will be found by accessing the vibrational frequency of The Medusa Recordex. The Wicked Witch (formerly of West Texas) of Walla Walla will hold forth as much as she might be induced to regarding the crazy wack potency of novelty in the attraction of the strange-tides when casting about in chaos. The Lecture, titled "Novelty, Probably" may be rather short, if novel (probably) and will emphasize the amazing power of kookiness in the induction of reality-bending effects for the influencing of one's preferred contortions of the cosmic whatchamjigger. Fun, humor and dance moves will be covered for their bizarro efficacy. "The Multiverse Just Wants to Have Fun," is the likely upshot of the thing, so if one can deduce the rest from there one might be spared the usual bickering and hobnobbery that ensues after these affairs. The Medusa Recordex will be on hand to re-render all points of view in simultaneity which will likely cause ever more consternation during the Q and A phase, so participants might wish to wear sequins or some other invisibility-enhancing fashion faux pas in order to cut out early or cut a rug as some participants will likely turn the thing into a great hair clog of multi-dimensional confusatory blatherment which could result in a blanket hex or some unwanted otherworldly travel event. Undoubtedly, arguments shall erupt on the subject of The Medusa Recordex itself, which, or whom, is now a fully conscious machine that does whatever it damned well pleases, which does not please certain constituencies at all, which does not please the founder of The New Black Mansion at all, which could obviously lead to the creation of several new entries to the Wicktionary by night's end, or never-end. Given that the entire event is to be available via The Medusa Recordex, the event will be accessible from any point in the whole cosmos, which will render things more rather than less complicated, so beware. The event will also occasion the wearing of unusual outfits, so that's probably the main inducement to attendance. Come if you dare, and be fly. If the fashion statement is sufficiently glorious, the blather-born hexification shall be dance. Best if one is to commit actions to iterations in ever expanding self referential re-iteration, for dance to be the main feature, surely. Obviously.  All who have the good sense to stay well yon should also dance.

Correction-- Vision-Wise

This video is at once fun and a parable about the importance of proper vision correction. Enjoy this dancable educational post and be careful with whom you enter the hot tub, physically and metaphorically. Metaphorically, especially. Also, metaphysically and dimensionally. The wicked "we" doth so command, so naturally, do whatever you will.

Abre Comino Roadblock

Tidings turn strange with our return to the Walla Walla scene as suddenly the racing weed of the open road is blocking exits. What this portends is anyone's guess. What starts in the many waters, it might appear, ends also in the many waters. Memory and entanglement coalesce.

New and Improved-- The Medusa Recordex (developing)

The Medusa Recordex is the product of many years of reality engineering at The Black Mansion Labs. It is a unique recording tool that renders in complete detail all of the nodes of perceptual reality involved in any particular point in space/time in which the Recordex is deployed. The perceptions are not limited to thought and emotion, but encompass the entire experience, including the physical energetic. This encompasses the full perceptual experiences of all present intelligence during any event, which are then available for playback. In effect this vastly expands the user's own perceptual experience, which is the intended use of The Medusa Recordex. The resulting perceptual record can be played back with any extant point of view isolated, or with any number of them occurring in simultaneity. Skill is required to comprehend multiple views in simultaneity, as this requires the facility to divide one's own perception internally. This faculty takes much practice to develop, but test subjects have been found, with many, many uses to develop the ability to split mind into multiple streams of consciousness, thus expanding their own perceptual awareness to near infinitude in comparison with the normal state of human intelligence. Like Medusa of myth, these subjects are able to achieve a multi-directional-perceptual view of reality in both space and time. In fact, one of the secrets of the creation of The Medusa Recordex was its tuning to the frequency of the fixed star Algol in the constellation Perseus. (We will, later, more to say about the stellar tuning of the technology.) The ultimate outcome is that individual consciousness is rendered rhizomated by the steady and expanding application of The Medusa Recordex, and thus the capacity for ecstasy is wildly enhanced, which is the goal of the project. It was long ago determined that higher levels of consciousness, and thus the transformation of human reality to a more groovy plane depend upon the increase of ecstatic viability of the entire species.

Of course, the Medusa Recordex is not for everyone. Careful screening is required in order to determine the fitness of any individual for use of the Recordex, as many of the initial test subjects were rendered unable to re-integrate their own consciousness after one introductory session with the device, with those unfortunate subjects being rendered catatonic as stone within seconds, frozen immobile, looks of terror still etched on their countenances as their hearts stopped solid in their chests. We are continuing to work on overcoming these difficulties, but there is still a certain danger. Thus, it is only after exhaustive testing by a technician using the Recordex that one is approved for a test run in which numerous filters are employed in order to narrow the flow of perception, determining by steps the subject's fitness for the experiment. The perceptual experiences available range from wildly ecstatic and blissfully pleasurable all the way to horrific and hellishly painful, depending upon the events and the participants. We have found that the continued use dance, yoga and other movement practice increases the ability of all subjects to withstand the rigors of the Recordex, which is why the regular admonition in these parts for all humans to immediately and regularly bust a move.

Protocols have also been established by careful testing on the experimental cat to render the experience more palatable. The cat couldn't care less because it's a cat and it's already used to time travel. We are working toward making The Medusa Recordex available to all, but caution is necessary. One must be prepared for the experience.  First time users find themselves overwhelmed with the sheer amount of information available even during the recommended for beginners solo recordings, for what they instantly discover is that there are no solo events. That all of creation is, in fact, perceiving at all times becomes instantly clear.

The Medusa Recordex is an actual device which was placed in a secret location in an adjacent dimension so as to prevent unsanctioned use of or tampering with the device. It uses a reality portal in this physical dimension to interface with users of the device. The Medusa Recordex is thus linked through the medium of  The Hoodoo Altar, which requires a specific, unduplicatable key for access. The key is the keeper of Hoodoo Altar, who must psychically access the device where she placed it in the adjacent dimension and then connect with the individual human subject in this reality. This means that anyone can access The Medusa Recordex if they can communicate through The Hoodoo Altar, which is open to many imaginal frequencies. Extreme novelty is the power source for the device, so one must only imagine the requirements.

Dance. Obviously. Do it like you're in Walla Walla, even if you're not.

The Final Fit

What ends opens the way for a beginning of a brighter day. What chaos loves more than probability is novelty. Ditch the camel coats and take up mixed prints. Emphasize what's funny about your shape. Stand out to attract attention. Such is the message conveyed by the oracles of next season's Walla Walla fashion prophesies. Looking to the mirror's other side, we see new horizons, a season of bio-luminescence, which has long been called for on these pages. Dance a lot more. The disco ball flashing light in the night sky indicates our impressions are accurate, as does the visitation of the dream witch who dispensed a very long name. The point is that the admonition to dance hurled hereabout with frequency is not a metaphor any more than is the commandment to art of all sorts. Raising the vibrational frequency of the entire universe demands tremendous ecstasy.

Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood -- Walla Walla Fashion Report

The Walla Walla fashion report calls for fabulous fuzz today. A Sasquatch inspired ensemble would be the essence of chic, particularly if paired with sparkling footwear, which has been covered on this blog extensively. Sequined feet keep things moving in the drear of a Columbia basin winter and they're perfect for stomping the blues away. We're keeping our eyes peeled for mythic creatures this season, as they've been out in droves. Walla Walla should prove insanely glamorous as we move into a cold and windy weekend. There's always sun on the horizon.

Water Water Tuesday

A Large Zoo of Locations and Why the Spiral

Astronomers listening to the midnight radio have been hearing the work of some wacky interstellar DJ. These are the nocturnal transmissions of evernight for those who traverse beams of cosmic light, from "a zoo of locations" or so say our informants. Naturally, the "scientists" in question don't recognize the funky beat and they're probably immune to the dance craze carried thereby. We have no such encumbrances, and so, a dance craze is hereby declared, movement the meditative device that sets the chakras alight. We needn't mention the reason for the galaxy of origin's spiral shape, surely. We've been writing for some time about the need to form an anti-gravity coalition to combat the excessively coercive nature of gravity, which has been the impetus for the many dance hexes so far lobbed into the space/time continuum. Get moving, folks, and do it with sequins.

Coming Soon: Sirius Dog Star Project

Mike and Bob (Left to Right)

The Sirius Dog Star Project is a new department of the Phoenix Church of Higher Vibratory Resonation in partnership with The Wicked Tricks Lab of Zelda del West and The Wicked Witch of Walla Walla. The aim of this project is to celebrate and honor the most excellent animal ever: the dog.  We will be posting updates as the project develops, but the current plan is to create an ongoing series of large-scale portraits of marvelous canid superstars. The first of these portraits, naturally, is to feature Bob the GodDog, The Phoenix Church of Higher Vibratory Resonation canine consultant on topics of enlightenment and perfect being, also known as the cutest thing in the world.

An Excellent Time for an Exceptional Cold Front

It's nowhere in the forecasts, but we're now calling for a horrid cold snap of the most horrid coldness for at least three days. Such utility would this provide that we're all here willing to endure the coldness, and so a certain wickidity expert is being consulted on the matter. Klaus Nomi is performing in The Temporary Dark Digs today as an inducement to frigid airs. While we hate the cold, having sojourned too long down Texas way, sometimes it's necessary. Meanwhile The Sirius Dog Star Project is beginning to take shape. Future updates will happen on future dates. 

Reflecting Depths Columbia

Water as lens and medium, we charge our sigils and imbibe their infused intent that alters alteration -transmits the message through the many waters, the transmission, global. It glitters on the seas and in the clouds and flows with rivers and in the blood of creatures. Such is the nature of these castings.  Echolocation and locomotions rumbling Walula way on open roads- tremulous transformations achieved with the ease of moonbeams haunted by our best angels. Twin refraction, Columbia. The world changes. No matter what anyone thinks, it is not virtual. This is not the medium and message. The pangyric never ceases. It's deeper meanings churn surfaceward from depths unfathomed. Through the mirror reflecting back the sky we pass.

An Oldie From Another Reality Looping Back in the Walla Walla Timeline

Omens portend strange. Omens at the time in which we see Rosetta have been portending strange for several months, so much so that one could believe the whole world slid sideways into an alternate reality but, because they could still shop, nobody much noticed. That will change about the time the CERN people acknowledge that this alternate reality did in fact take up residence in our experience, though perhaps “slid sideways” will not be thought the most apt wording, but they can’t undo it, so we’d best prepare to surf the rising tides of chaos. They’ll never say any of this.

Of course, people notice strange happenings in the way that they usually do, but things are already so strange that the very word “strange” has lost all resonance with the events. This should tell you that the strange has been rising for a very long time. Longer than the collider has been in operation. Truths be told, the Hadron, was, itself a permutation of the strangetide.

This is a time in which a clown apocalypse barely evokes comment. It makes the news and semi-news and celebrity news and fake news, alongside many other occurrences that may or may not have happened or may have happened in vastly different ways, or maybe by now are remembered differently. Even historically factual events are so ridiculous as to rob absurdity of even a snicker. There is that reality show where the main creature’s deriérre implant ruptures during the making of an “amateur” video. The video is leaked to the wilds of the internets at the end of the season. The creature, is, it is now agreed, a trans-galactic hologram from outside the Milky Way.

This is a season of madness. The clowns start killing people the month before the kangaroo election. The clown king nacho cheese tycoon, runs against robotic piñata head with googlie eyes. The piñata head is promising free injections of mind control horchata, which many think is also nirvana. The clown king wins but only by dropping a few anvils and pianos which he also refuses to pay for because they are broken after somehow being dropped even though nobody can tell how the anvils are broken. Secret agents smoke strange smelling cigarettes in dark alleys. There are UFO sightings from Tulsa to Portland to Constantanople but nobody can believe what they see because they are told it's impossible. The fortuneteller says things that will be studiously ignored until we collectively find ourselves, like Orson Welles at the end of Touch of Evil, before Marlene Dietrich, who says through her face as Delphic oracle: “your future’s all used up.” This is the ecosystem we find ourselves in. This is the ecosystem in which unicorns are born for real.

Maybe it isn’t that things are any stranger than they ever really have been. The world changes when one notices the world.