Strangetides Report

Strangetides rise in the twin waters, Walla Walla. The consciousness harvesting schemes of the dark magicians will be found to be full of hijinks, built as it is with a virus at its core, the machine. What is ever-yearning, but imagination, which permeates all creation by way of the seed-light of love? Cartoon logic is a study in these wack days of strangetides incoming, so we apply oblique thought strategies that fall well outside of normal logic in order to stop the linear thought-machine of probability mind, thus opening the way for the barely imaginable, which is always good, because we have imaginations so tied to the primal mind that our main imaginal outlets, species wide, tend to be harnessed to fear and its replication. Turning some of that power toward a more miraculous result might have transcendent reverberations throughout many media. Spore, to rhizome, to spawn. Stars rejoice. Occasional redirection of imaginal castings, to the Total Improvement of Reality is the program we're running through the Medusa Recordex. The thing one must understand about memory is it has its own mirror, which is a very tricky one. What is the mirror of memory? What is the mirror of consciousness? Everything implies every other thing. So, we, at The Hermitage Glen Erin, dance. There must be some conception of roads beyond. Each thing suggests its own etheric counterpart. Boom. So very scary given what diversely abstract linguistics lie involved. This is a casting, long form. Over great distance and time.