4/16/2023 -
First I have this extended dream but I wake up and all I remember is the setting. I was in that downtown high rise condo/hotel building. What's interesting is that this place has a specific location in Belltown. It's on the NW corner of Belltown, sort of near Denny way and just SE of where I used to work. It's very odd remembering the weirdly familiar setting of a dream but not remembering the specifics at all. I tried. I'm told in a liminal state that this has to do with psychogeography. Why the hell did I end up in Seattle exactly?
Later I have a vision of the past, like way in the past. Ancient times. There's this couple of I'd say mid 20's scantily clad white people who are creatively coloring their bodies with paint in preparation to descend into a cave to perform an unspecified sex magick ritual. Of course we know that the descent into the cave metaphorically represents humanity's descent as unbound cosmic beings into the talking monkey underworld right? We all completely understand this metaphor by this point, don't we? Probably not as it was something that had to be explained to me years ago.
It's a fairly quick vision but as I'm lying in bed in a hypnagogic state it's further explained to me that:
"The tribal psychic has lost his job in society and our crumbling economic system is going to force people to pay attention once again."
I'm paraphrasing slightly but that was the gist. If I'm being honest the idea that anything will force a culture based entirely around the idea that mysticism is nonsense to suddenly start listening to mystics seems far fetched, no matter how bad things get. That seems like something in a future long past my death but seeing as the initial vision seemingly took place thousands of years before my birth, who knows? The entire rich history of human visionary experience has been intentionally edited out of the story of our collective history by all of our religious, academic, and media institutions. It ain't gonna be easy to write it back in.
After this I'm now being guided by a spirit entity who walks me to this alleyway behind my old apartment. When it takes me here I'm like:
"I know this alleyway and wow, I hadn't given it a second thought in quite a while."
In fact, I have a very specific memory of this particular path as I lived right next to it for nearly a decade without ever walking down it once. It wasn't until I got a dog that I ever even thought about exploring it. It's shown to me that it was an equally valid route to get to the corner store as the other ones I took, faster even. And yet, it was sort of hidden and not the main street. It had been right there the entire time, right in front of my face, and yet I didn't notice it really until I spent far more time walking around my neighborhood due to owning a pup. The more people explore mystical states, the more they'll notice things that have been right in front of their faces the entire time I imagine.
This actually makes me contemplate the nature of my old place (that I still dream about constantly). Oh yeah, basement apartment. Cave rituals. The metaphorical nature of the cheap shithole that I accidentally settled in wasn't honestly occurring to me consciously but I did in fact perform multiple sex magick rituals literally underground. I never really caught the metaphor there even though it was right in front of my face the entire time. Also, not only did I get new tattoos right before my 2010 acid rites, I'm scheduled to get another one this Friday. All a metaphor for the sorcerer's of antiquity and their erotic body painting? Again, I suppose this had also been right in front of my face the entire time, I simply never noticed. Ahh, the Invisible College History class I kept blowing off. I suppose I should have been tuning in.
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