atmos haunt

atmospheric hauntings and more talk of life without a toaster...
woke up today startled from a dream of an earthquake by what I thought was an earthquake. Just a thunderstorm. a 2 hr thunderstorm. I lOVED EVERY FUCKING MINUTE OF IT, except that we had put Tom (short for Thompson, as in HST), the outdoor cat we harbor at night, out just a little while b4 and I was terrified for him being trapped out in such a heavy storm. I couldn't get back to sleep so I sat up re-reading the INVISIBLES book 7. Smoked a little. Put on a pot of coffee (first of MANY) and had a wonderful experience. I literally trip when I read THE Invisibles. It changed my life back when the issues of this particular (the last) volume was monthly, and since then it has been one of the main sources of inspiration for EVERYTHING I do. I can't explain it, but it has this effect on my nervous system where its a time machine, a halucinogen, a road that mainlines you right into the supercontext. At one point I stopped reading, opened the back door that looks West toward the water and just stared at the cloud formations. Performed my Tarot pull for the day. 5 Cups: Disappointment, upside down. It was at this point that something strange happened. It was definitely fueled by the comic, because I still had so much effect from King Mob and Edith by the Ganges and Division X at the Wicker Man and blah blah blah but the image on the card expanded. It grew, and as we toggled our perception back and forth between the atmosphere of the planet in my vicinity and the image spilling from the small card out into the many levels of my brain I reached all kinds of new angles for reading and interpreting these things.*

At the same time I fell under the subtle impression that I was witnessing the exact same atmospheric conditions that I had the second morning in Dublin, '01 when I went with Grez and Tony. Like I was somehow standing in my doorway now in 1/07 and also on a street in Dublin looking at a storm that just may have passed from one when through what we think of as the limitations of time to another. Maybe I'm like pigpen from peanuts and instead of a dirt cloud following me through the air I breath this storm is following me through the ages of my life, weaving in and oout of tiem to rear its head and inspire me when I need it. Maybe its that same one from sooo long ago, sophmore year? when I laid awake at night with a teenage broken heart listening to it and Disintegration by The Cure for the first time. Maybe it will be there when I birth from this life into the next.

*Tarot is amazing because there really is a scientific reason WHY a divination system such as this works. based on the collective unconscious of humanity's archetypal pallete these things don't come true because you want to make them that way, their simply putting into language the future as it already unfolding via higher dimensional perceptions we do not understand how to use, interpret or acknowledge. this system puts those instincts into our language, a language based on symbols representing what we can all perceive with our Earth bound senses.

Anyway, I'm fucking rambling because I was off today and I've smoked quite a few times. Hence where 'disappointment' comes in, cuz the Magick of that first time at 9:30 in the morning was (I knew) never going to be re-created.
Currently reading:
The Invisible Kingdom (The Invisibles, Book 7)
By Grant Morrison
Release date: 01 December, 2002