automatic drawing: view with care

i hope no one has any objections to me posting this. if they do, well, they can let me know however they want (most of the time i live with the assumption that no one even sees...but then i have 500+ profile views...and this was supposed to be private...). it's been a busy time for me - i suspect i've been close to exhaustion, though i havn't noticed. there's only so long you can go with four hours sleep a night, maybe, but not having tried to go any longer than this current stretch, whose to say. this weekend, i'm going to do my best to do nothing. maybe go for a coffee down the road. havn't been there in about 2 months. maybe lie on a hill, i don't know.

sometimes stuff just comes out upside down (or reversed)

i couldn't work out how to save it the right way up :-/ this is a representation of The Star taken from this weeks Radio Times, which i bought this morning for this reason. It also represents 7th circuit mythopoetic/genetic consciousness, or the collective unconscious, with attention paid to the genus loci of my home - note shakespeare, sherlock holmes, harry potter et al.

i suppose - and i'm not putting money on it - that the reversed meaning would have something to do with a third circuit trance masquerading as a seventh circuit trance, but also with.....terrestrial experience (3rd) becoming a platform for extra-terrestrial (7th - and I'm talking frequency here, not aliens on another planet....k...) experience. Oops, i said experience.

the....suit?...character in the bottom/top corner represents the man at work. he could be looking at a letter, but more likely he is looking at his own work. where the card not reversed, the man would be hanging from his desk.

p.s. this is all from memory. i havn't studied this stuff in a couple of years or so. I forget.

Log 1/4.14 - Status: C.M.T.O.

Revisioning the script once more, infusing it with newer forms, new turns of phrase and nuance.

This afternoon I shall repair my blog, which finds itself scattered; update the dictionary and the links, mainly.

1. Hours with a thesaurus and internet-dart-board, really milling the words, -- compounding -- them into something beyond mere information - to extract an essence of dream. I ended up with 143 words after weeks of work.

2. I then wrote in the imagery. This was important because the monologue being of dream and detached, I -- my -- authorial voice needed to anchor them in material imagery. This produced 1200 words to back up those initial 143.

3. Mirrors: the monologue is echoed in the scenery, the character echoed in the language. Looking back over the log, particularly to my links, the images are not random. They are projections that become increasingly tuned. I'm milking them for all they've got. Voices are overlaid one atop the other, the narrator switches between masks, though the character is never off the page.

C.M.T.O. - i don't have the first idea of what it means to approach the page lightly. Pretty much any page I write I come to purposefully, and the more of a page it is the better. Letters, emails, notebooks, drafts; to boys, girls, teachers, friends.

16:38 Blog sorted. Words finished. 16 days ahead of schedule. Play time.

16.39 Lots of time for Regardie's body awareness exercise.