I am so sorry to have been away so long my friends.
It would seem that your humble host has been caught with his psychic pants down. Yes, the work itself has blindsided me.
To truly create from this place, this place of an honest want, you must be honest with yourself. While I realise that sounds simple, it is not. Ask yourself if you are truly being honest with yourself, and I mean deeply, truly honest. Ask yourself not only about your motives, but about your actions, your fears, and the steps you are willing to take to get to the end of the working.
I have started this wonderful lifebomb project as a multi-facted hypersigil to acheive a lofty goal. The goal is none other than to recreate the very life I live. To bring those around along for the glorious ride and be an example of self creation. All sounds great, right? Sounds like fun?
Well, there are many aspects that are an absolute blast, things and thoughts that are truly amazing. Then there is the otherside.
"But Morry," you ask," you said this would be a fun adventure didn't you?"
In a word, No. I said it would be a grand adventure, and it is.
You have to be willing to accept the fact that there will be some painful moments. Moments that will make you want to doubt, and even abandon the work. There will come times when your confidants will even express their concerns. Well meaning as they maybe, take what they have to say and continue on.
For myself this means coming to a head to head conflict with my own enemy.
I am being given the very oppurtunity to live the fiction that I have written, to be the greater person that I envision for myself. To do this, though, means suppressing bad habits and learned patterns that are destructive to what I want to acheive. They are deeply engrained engrams that are screaming in the back of my mind like a petulant child wanting his way and not getting it.
I will not lie, the situations a personal one, and the one that inspired me to embark on this glorious voyage of the SS Lollipop. It seems a greater pattern of behaviour from past circles has manifested. I have been able to do banishments on a more personaal level, but the greater pattern endures at this time. So, what do I do? Do I let myself fall back into the patterns of action that led me here?
No.
This is the chance that I am being given to prove to myself that I am stronger than that past, and stronger than the negative patterns that have haunted me.
In a sense I am going to relive a very negative time, time travel via pattern repetition. The difference being that I get to rewrite the ending this time.
"How?" you ask.
By living the fiction that I write, by not just wanting and envisioning, but by actually doing and living and believing. In short by being.
I will not lie, at this moment the scars from the past are enflamed and ache with the thought having to do this, but this is the work.
To truly recreate we must be willing to endure the consequences. This is what I wanted, just manifesting in a different way than I had hoped.
Since it wasn't perfect do I abandon it?
No. No, my dear voyagers, like Odysseus we forge on to the grand fictions end.
Parable...
In ancient times there were three generals on a mountain top. They were playing a game.
A soldier came rushing into the tent and proclaimed ,"It is the end of the world!!!"
The first general ressponded ,"If it is the end of the world then I will go and be with my family in the last hours'
The second general ,"I will go and feast on wine and food and sensuous delights"
The third just shook his head and looked serenely at the other two, "I will finish this game"
I am here to finish the game me droogies. It may suck now, the page always turns.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Greetings again my droogies,
Alas, it is I Morry once again here to astound, berate, and probably confuse you.
Ain't I grand.
So, I have introduced you to who I am.
I have explained a little of what I am trying to do.
So, what am I to say next?
Well, i don't know.
In truth I can say that things are moving an a general direction that I am happy with, but the pace.....
Dear god the pace is soooo slow. After all, you do a work and it just happens right?
WRONG.
Sorry dear friends and conspirators.
A work of fiction that is a s deep as creating the story we want for ourselves, a story that is true to ourselves take time. Both in the creation and the fruition of the work.
Does the fact that it is taking time mean that it will not come to pass, no.
We must one and all be patient and lose the faith in our work. We will be distracted at times, and lose hope sometimes, but this is just the enemy trying to weedle his way back into our lives.
So, take a moment and think about the life you want, truly want, and write a story, do a painting, do (if you must) an interpretive dance if you must. Better yet, do all of them allow them to become integral part s of the machine, of the life bomb.
Find the powder, search out the housing, the mechanism, and the fuse. the light it damn it.
Allow all the parts to work in conjunction, let them move to where they fit, hear the clicking and whirring, and be patient for the explosion of your life.
Don't contain it. Let it cascade out and affect a change for those around you.
By bettering ourselves we can show the way for others.
Anywho, I have one such piece in play. I'll let y'all know how that went on the morrow.
Wish me luck.
Cheers
M
Alas, it is I Morry once again here to astound, berate, and probably confuse you.
Ain't I grand.
So, I have introduced you to who I am.
I have explained a little of what I am trying to do.
So, what am I to say next?
Well, i don't know.
In truth I can say that things are moving an a general direction that I am happy with, but the pace.....
Dear god the pace is soooo slow. After all, you do a work and it just happens right?
WRONG.
Sorry dear friends and conspirators.
A work of fiction that is a s deep as creating the story we want for ourselves, a story that is true to ourselves take time. Both in the creation and the fruition of the work.
Does the fact that it is taking time mean that it will not come to pass, no.
We must one and all be patient and lose the faith in our work. We will be distracted at times, and lose hope sometimes, but this is just the enemy trying to weedle his way back into our lives.
So, take a moment and think about the life you want, truly want, and write a story, do a painting, do (if you must) an interpretive dance if you must. Better yet, do all of them allow them to become integral part s of the machine, of the life bomb.
Find the powder, search out the housing, the mechanism, and the fuse. the light it damn it.
Allow all the parts to work in conjunction, let them move to where they fit, hear the clicking and whirring, and be patient for the explosion of your life.
Don't contain it. Let it cascade out and affect a change for those around you.
By bettering ourselves we can show the way for others.
Anywho, I have one such piece in play. I'll let y'all know how that went on the morrow.
Wish me luck.
Cheers
M
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Good morning one and all/
It is I your dear friend and conspirator Morris. You may call me Morry if it makes you feel more comfortable. For today's chat may become just a tiny bit uncomfortable, for us both.
Discomfort is good though, fear is good, change is fucking brilliant.
So, today I will speak with you about doubt, sigils, and the infinite joy of this life we love in a state of chaos.
Well, lets start off with sigils and magic.
A sigil is a physical representation of a want or desire that you would like to see manifest in your life. Something real and tangible, some sort of ...well, something.
The people's of the world have been using this sort of psychic technology for as long as we have been able to paint on cave walls as primitives or take crayon in hand and attack the walls of our homes as children.
A sigil requires just that kind of primitive childlike honesty to truly be effective. Drop the "I am a powerful magician, I know the psychological images that hold power for me", it's all shit.
No, what is truly required is the dropping of all pretense. You mus approach the work as an innocent. Use only what truly comes to mind when you think of your desire, your want. Use the images that have the power for that moment.
You may do several and find that they have nothing in common, no similar technique, no rhyme or reason to them at all.
If this happens you are on the right path. You are being honest with yourself. You may proceed brave pychonaut with your work.
Never let yourself fall into patterns because you want the works to look the same.
When you view the works of Spare you will notice that there is very little similar with any of the pieces. He was a master of this
The next bit will be more disquieting, because we aare going to take a brief look at our enemy.
"Our enemy? you ask,"are there sinister forces out there trying to keep us down? Are there rival magic workers employed by the NSA keeping us in check?"
Well, in a word, no.
Admittedly I have no knowledge of the NSA's current endeavors, but they are not the enemy.
No, our enemy is ourselves.
The enemy is within.
When you start such a work you will feel empowered. You will feel as though you have finally taken control of your life and where it's going. I know that this is how I felt. Powerful.
Then he speaks to you, the enemy, the voice inside that tells you that things can't change, that you are deluding yourself.
Yes, the enemy is us, our own doubt and fear of failure or change.
It is a powerful foe, and one that we can never truly defeat.
We do not, however, have to give in. Fear is good, change is better, and we can use one to move the other forward.
If you dear something will not come to pass, move forward, keep the work going. You WILL see little things along the way. Somethings do not come easily or quickly, but that does not mean that they will not be.
Have faith in yourself and your true power. Come from that place of want, be true to yourself and you can make it happen.
Trust the story you are writing, your life, just be true to it.
So, what of this joyous life of chaos. It is what it is. Live it, guide it, write it.
Or it will live you.
It is time for us all to wrest control from the images and doubts that plague us and to create our own beautiful ones to live.
More later
Morry
It is I your dear friend and conspirator Morris. You may call me Morry if it makes you feel more comfortable. For today's chat may become just a tiny bit uncomfortable, for us both.
Discomfort is good though, fear is good, change is fucking brilliant.
So, today I will speak with you about doubt, sigils, and the infinite joy of this life we love in a state of chaos.
Well, lets start off with sigils and magic.
A sigil is a physical representation of a want or desire that you would like to see manifest in your life. Something real and tangible, some sort of ...well, something.
The people's of the world have been using this sort of psychic technology for as long as we have been able to paint on cave walls as primitives or take crayon in hand and attack the walls of our homes as children.
A sigil requires just that kind of primitive childlike honesty to truly be effective. Drop the "I am a powerful magician, I know the psychological images that hold power for me", it's all shit.
No, what is truly required is the dropping of all pretense. You mus approach the work as an innocent. Use only what truly comes to mind when you think of your desire, your want. Use the images that have the power for that moment.
You may do several and find that they have nothing in common, no similar technique, no rhyme or reason to them at all.
If this happens you are on the right path. You are being honest with yourself. You may proceed brave pychonaut with your work.
Never let yourself fall into patterns because you want the works to look the same.
When you view the works of Spare you will notice that there is very little similar with any of the pieces. He was a master of this
The next bit will be more disquieting, because we aare going to take a brief look at our enemy.
"Our enemy? you ask,"are there sinister forces out there trying to keep us down? Are there rival magic workers employed by the NSA keeping us in check?"
Well, in a word, no.
Admittedly I have no knowledge of the NSA's current endeavors, but they are not the enemy.
No, our enemy is ourselves.
The enemy is within.
When you start such a work you will feel empowered. You will feel as though you have finally taken control of your life and where it's going. I know that this is how I felt. Powerful.
Then he speaks to you, the enemy, the voice inside that tells you that things can't change, that you are deluding yourself.
Yes, the enemy is us, our own doubt and fear of failure or change.
It is a powerful foe, and one that we can never truly defeat.
We do not, however, have to give in. Fear is good, change is better, and we can use one to move the other forward.
If you dear something will not come to pass, move forward, keep the work going. You WILL see little things along the way. Somethings do not come easily or quickly, but that does not mean that they will not be.
Have faith in yourself and your true power. Come from that place of want, be true to yourself and you can make it happen.
Trust the story you are writing, your life, just be true to it.
So, what of this joyous life of chaos. It is what it is. Live it, guide it, write it.
Or it will live you.
It is time for us all to wrest control from the images and doubts that plague us and to create our own beautiful ones to live.
More later
Morry
Thursday, June 14, 2012
"So, Morris is it?" "What the hell is Lifebomb?"
I am so glad you asked, no really I am.
What you are reading is the first in a new long running experiment in the act of hypersigiling and metafiction.
"What the hell are you talking about Morris?"
Ok, let me 'splain.
This blog is one part of a larger machine. The machine is a piece of interlocking fiction, visual, public, private, psychic, physical, and most of all heart felt. All these pieces are being created simultaneously by craftsmen of the first order, creatures of greater fictions and ideals from places and depths we all know and have seen in our red books when we dared to peek inside.
The purpose is simple. I am creating myself. I am an adventurer on a ship set to sail the great sea of life as it is being created by the words and actions of the greater story. Where am I to go? Where ever it may lead.
My goal, well that would be cheating wouldn't it?
I can't just let you jump to the last page and spoil the ending. Read along dear friends, join the ride if you like. Share you energies, take a chance and become legion with me. Together we will write the stories we will want to sing to the celestial choirs to show them that we were the masters of this great creation.
We write the stories, we live the stories, the stories live us, it's all one in the same.
The dye is cast, the magi had died and the babe screams aloud to the heavens to show the glory of the phoenix principle, the machine is slowly churning itself into life.
Whatdaya' say kid? Spend a dime, take a seat, this is going to be a wild ride...
humbly (ha!)
Morris
I am so glad you asked, no really I am.
What you are reading is the first in a new long running experiment in the act of hypersigiling and metafiction.
"What the hell are you talking about Morris?"
Ok, let me 'splain.
This blog is one part of a larger machine. The machine is a piece of interlocking fiction, visual, public, private, psychic, physical, and most of all heart felt. All these pieces are being created simultaneously by craftsmen of the first order, creatures of greater fictions and ideals from places and depths we all know and have seen in our red books when we dared to peek inside.
The purpose is simple. I am creating myself. I am an adventurer on a ship set to sail the great sea of life as it is being created by the words and actions of the greater story. Where am I to go? Where ever it may lead.
My goal, well that would be cheating wouldn't it?
I can't just let you jump to the last page and spoil the ending. Read along dear friends, join the ride if you like. Share you energies, take a chance and become legion with me. Together we will write the stories we will want to sing to the celestial choirs to show them that we were the masters of this great creation.
We write the stories, we live the stories, the stories live us, it's all one in the same.
The dye is cast, the magi had died and the babe screams aloud to the heavens to show the glory of the phoenix principle, the machine is slowly churning itself into life.
Whatdaya' say kid? Spend a dime, take a seat, this is going to be a wild ride...
humbly (ha!)
Morris
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)