Excession
A couple of weeks ago I had an out of world experience; I sat and drank tea with farie folk; them who operate on principals I once would have described as the ravings of an insane mind. Only I know what I saw, I know what I felt, I know what I sensed; things as real to me as these words; but still things I would have described as unreal.
Something drew me back to the city from which I'd left. When I arrived the place was not that which I had left. I was not who I once appeared to be. I brought new magick with me. A kernel of something unbounded by time or space. A thing designed to take root in the loss at my leaving. Memories surfaced as I saw what I had built. A cat in a box folded upon itself. Inside-out, outside-in, wrapped around a singuarity. I see how I may enter domains reason says i should not. For they exist beyond reason yet surround us all. When I look I am able change what it is I see. Now a new map reveals itself. Unbounded magick at my command. Giving life to the one.
I set a spell, a nothing laid-up against time, then sat back. Just now I was reminded. And with that reminder the spell resolved as predicted though not as expected. Synchronicities directing the point where the thing itself could be seen to hold power.
Close your eyes; it's all in your mind; the room is empty.
So who are you listening to? I listen and I see. To a Tarot Deck stolen (20080819). To a fleet of dragons who see me as boss. To a box the size of Australia I carry in my pocket. What is seen changes what sees and you only ever see what I want you to. What is shown tells me what you are. And with that I may change the world.