I'm not going to say what just happened, about an hour ago. I need to sit, and think a while. Process it.
[part of message deleted, as I know now who the Magician is, among those I've needed to find; you have my eternal gratitude for coining the term "hypersigil," however, or we'd have no idea how we managed to come together now, or what we need to craft on our quest.]
And now I have to get back to drinking water and sitting here in this charming little restaurant I just found. It's very difficult for me to remember to be Hyde right now, but I promised my friends I'd stay safe and stay Hyde, so. Here I am, hydrating. X3
"It's hard, but it's worth it." That's what I need to get across, in the hypersigil I'm wanting to help make.
You know, someone I didn't know told me to watch Howard and Maude yesterday, and now both it and Howard the Duck have officially been placed on the top of my To Watch Pile, thank you! ❤️
Having read The Phantom Zone limited series from 1981, the moment he calls Howard “Small Visitor”, it all clicked into place for me : He’s a Small Visitor from Another Planet.
Tattooine famously has Two SUNS;
Duckworld has Two MOONS.
Question : Isn’t it INTERESTING that The Scorpion-Phantom Zone prisoners CARE about •each other•....?
Much like REAL Scorpions -- one of them gets out and escape to Earth : instead of enslaving and subjugating The Human Race to rule as The Dark Overlord (singular) of The Universe, secondary only to FOOD, Scorpion-Zod’s Number One Priority is to free all of his FRIENDS from Captivity.
Thank you for interpreting for me. This whole past week has been the most messy time I've had my whole life, but things are finally, FINALLY falling into place. Sometimes I just need a little clarification, haha.
I don't know if I'd call myself Superman. Pink Diamond seems more appropriate, but, noted. :3
I'll trade information for information, as you've been so kind.
You'd think it would simply be a distance from the Earth to the moon, right?
But it's not. Not really.
Behind that door is the whispered dying wishes of two men in the 1970s, and the cry of a baby-- one born from a raped and tortured woman, barely older than a child herself.
She had nothing to offer this new life but an illogical intensity of kindness, but give that kindness, she did.
know their way around — That Way, they’ll never be lost.
Which is why we keep Magical Diaries, Book of Shadows and Grimoires and •never• destroy our notes -- not so much so we can retrace our steps when we get lost in The Woods, but so that others can come in after us, walk down the same path and drag us back out if they •have• to.
Besides, if you delete your original comment, you’ll erase all of my replies and I do NOT give you permission DO that, because they don’t belong to me anymore -- they belong to everyone and I we do not have the right to horde them unto ourselves.
Besides, You •can’t• delete it, I’ve already screen-capped it and I obsessively keep everything. Mostly so that I can back people up and recreate them on The Holodeck in my head in the event that they subsequently get lost or disappear --
Anything less is a Dog’s Death, and Cowardice.
Don’t worry about Other People seeing it, and your messiness we’re all friends here, and I’ve done far worse.
I •will• interpret your YouTubes for you, but I want you to first think about What I Have Said.
“You Have One Day”, said the Vashta Nerada on Christmas Day.
“Also,” they added, “Go watch ‘Bulworth’.”
Warren Beaty : Messy, Sexual and Difficult --
“You over there, Tell Me The Truth and •don’t• spare my feelings : Do We Have Any More of These Miniature Crab-Pouffes..??”
Noted! And you were absolutely correct in your last comment; if I'm The Star, I might as well shine, yes?
It may be extremely useful to know of someone such as yourself who speaks fluent Mess. It's the very idea of messiness and its role in recreating the individual Self that's at stake, after all.
Hecate, please blur the message after this sentence to all who would wish my benefactor harm.
---
There is a new form of Love waiting to be born, one that so desperately wants to be known by humanity, consciously.
And among humanity, there are those souls who have been living the same stories again, and again, and again... until the time we could wake up in the same geographical area, meet each other, come together, and form a hypersigil that will translate this new idea to the world, in a form humans can have a chance at understanding.
If/when Grant reads this: I apologize for taking your time. After much careful thought, I don't think you're the person I'm looking for this time, either. Thank you for listening, in any case-- and, if our hypersigil is best served by being a comic book, we might greatly benefit from some advice or networking connections about who in the industry to turn to, at some point down the line.
Still, thank you for giving Xanaduum to the world. I couldn't have initially cast the 13 sigils that allowed me to fully wake up, without your help. ❤️
.....it’s just A Theory, one that I happen to •agree• with.....
FOOTNOTE : In The Novel, he f**ks The Chief’s Wife, after a romantic lunch, in A Nooner; in The Movie, the entitled little prick simply just invites himself over at supper time, comes into The Chief’s Home and eats His Dinner. AND His Wife’s.
'I'm so DEPRESSED,' repeated Rimmer, 'SO depressed.'
Over the next couple of days, Lister slowly recovered in the medical bay. One morning, while Rimmer was off reading the “How to Cope With Your Own Death” booklet for the fifteenth time, Lister took the opportunity to ask Holly WHY he'd brought RIMMER back.
'You'd gone to pieces. You couldn't cope. You needed a companion.'
'But Rimmer??'
'I did a probability study,' LIED Holly, 'and it turns out Rimmer is absolutely the BEST person to keep you SANE.'
'Rimmer?'
Holly's disembodied head tilted forward in a nod.
'Why not Petersen?'
'A man who buys a methane-filled twenty-four bedroomed bijou residence on an oxygenless moon whose only distinction is that it rotates in the opposite direction from its mother planet - you seriously expect me to bring him back to keep you sane? Gordon Bennett - he couldn't even keep himself sane, let alone anyone else.'
'Yeah, but at least we had things in common.'
'The only thing you had in common was your mutual interest in consuming ridiculous amounts of alcohol.'
'Selby? Chen?'
'Ditto.'
'What about Krissie?'
'Dave, she finished with you.'
'But, Rimmer?? Anyone would have been better than Rimmer. Anyone. Hermann Goering would have been better than Rimmer. All right, he was a drug-crazed Nazi transvestite, but at last we could have gone dancing.'
'It was Jean-Paul Sartre,' said Holly, thinking it may very well actually have been Albert Camus, or yur'Flaubert, or perhaps it was even Sacha Distel, 'who said hell was being trapped for eternity in a room with your friends.'
'Sure,' said Lister, 'but all Sartre's mates were FRENCH.'
'I think I'm thinking, therefore I might possibly be,' Rimmer said aloud as he padded silently around the sleeping quarters in his hologramatic slippers. Try as he might, he couldn't even •begin• to grapple with the metaphysics of it all.
Well, That’s What it Says -- someone lying about running away when they KNEW Someone Else was in Need;
All Hail, The Great God, “SOMEONE ELSE”..!!
I interpret that statement to be a warning about Virtue-Signalling -- when people are pretending to Care and to be in Control of their circumstances and Master or Mistress of their own Fates, when really they are just scared and hoping that The Lion will be too busy eating The Other Guy to catch and eat them as well; Survival of The Fittest (so-called), and all of that.
Something changed, today.
I'm not going to say what just happened, about an hour ago. I need to sit, and think a while. Process it.
[part of message deleted, as I know now who the Magician is, among those I've needed to find; you have my eternal gratitude for coining the term "hypersigil," however, or we'd have no idea how we managed to come together now, or what we need to craft on our quest.]
And now I have to get back to drinking water and sitting here in this charming little restaurant I just found. It's very difficult for me to remember to be Hyde right now, but I promised my friends I'd stay safe and stay Hyde, so. Here I am, hydrating. X3
"It's hard, but it's worth it." That's what I need to get across, in the hypersigil I'm wanting to help make.
Thanks so much for your time. ❤️
....go watch Howard The Duck, kid. :)
Janeway to Chakotay :
• SCORPIONS •
You know, someone I didn't know told me to watch Howard and Maude yesterday, and now both it and Howard the Duck have officially been placed on the top of my To Watch Pile, thank you! ❤️
It’s Steve Gerber’s Superman film --
Having read The Phantom Zone limited series from 1981, the moment he calls Howard “Small Visitor”, it all clicked into place for me : He’s a Small Visitor from Another Planet.
Tattooine famously has Two SUNS;
Duckworld has Two MOONS.
Question : Isn’t it INTERESTING that The Scorpion-Phantom Zone prisoners CARE about •each other•....?
Much like REAL Scorpions -- one of them gets out and escape to Earth : instead of enslaving and subjugating The Human Race to rule as The Dark Overlord (singular) of The Universe, secondary only to FOOD, Scorpion-Zod’s Number One Priority is to free all of his FRIENDS from Captivity.
He’s Scorpion Moses.
Thank you for interpreting for me. This whole past week has been the most messy time I've had my whole life, but things are finally, FINALLY falling into place. Sometimes I just need a little clarification, haha.
I don't know if I'd call myself Superman. Pink Diamond seems more appropriate, but, noted. :3
I'll trade information for information, as you've been so kind.
https://youtu.be/SNq4VxhzaoQ
https://youtu.be/w2ppyMUlXfM
https://youtu.be/yoS74R-qKIY
https://youtu.be/Ffwwzb3t4Sk
First is me, Polaris, back when I was an idea.
Second, The Hierophant, talking to me, this week.
Third, me, accepting the path I've been living my whole life now.
And fourth; what the others and I need to do.
Please reply letting me know when you've read this. I'm going to delete the comment as soon as I see you've gotten the info. :3
Polaris -- What IS in Room-237?
You'd think it would simply be a distance from the Earth to the moon, right?
But it's not. Not really.
Behind that door is the whispered dying wishes of two men in the 1970s, and the cry of a baby-- one born from a raped and tortured woman, barely older than a child herself.
She had nothing to offer this new life but an illogical intensity of kindness, but give that kindness, she did.
"How shines a good deed, in a weary world."
Oh, well I DO Speak Mess --
like a native, in fact; fluently.
A Mandalorian has to •understand• Maps and
know their way around — That Way, they’ll never be lost.
Which is why we keep Magical Diaries, Book of Shadows and Grimoires and •never• destroy our notes -- not so much so we can retrace our steps when we get lost in The Woods, but so that others can come in after us, walk down the same path and drag us back out if they •have• to.
Besides, if you delete your original comment, you’ll erase all of my replies and I do NOT give you permission DO that, because they don’t belong to me anymore -- they belong to everyone and I we do not have the right to horde them unto ourselves.
Besides, You •can’t• delete it, I’ve already screen-capped it and I obsessively keep everything. Mostly so that I can back people up and recreate them on The Holodeck in my head in the event that they subsequently get lost or disappear --
Anything less is a Dog’s Death, and Cowardice.
Don’t worry about Other People seeing it, and your messiness we’re all friends here, and I’ve done far worse.
I •will• interpret your YouTubes for you, but I want you to first think about What I Have Said.
“You Have One Day”, said the Vashta Nerada on Christmas Day.
“Also,” they added, “Go watch ‘Bulworth’.”
Warren Beaty : Messy, Sexual and Difficult --
“You over there, Tell Me The Truth and •don’t• spare my feelings : Do We Have Any More of These Miniature Crab-Pouffes..??”
.....Story of My Life, that is.
I was just reading this :
“Once a meeting is over, someone will be expected to DO something. Make sure it is someone else. This is known as keeping the ball in their court.”
[Shepherd Mead, "How to Get Rich in TV Without Really Trying," 1956]
......at the same time as watching The Day The Earth Stood Still :
“I wouldn’ •erase• that, if I were You -- The Professor •needs• it very BADLY :)”
https://www.etymonline.com/word/screwball#etymonline_v_22986
Noted! And you were absolutely correct in your last comment; if I'm The Star, I might as well shine, yes?
It may be extremely useful to know of someone such as yourself who speaks fluent Mess. It's the very idea of messiness and its role in recreating the individual Self that's at stake, after all.
Hecate, please blur the message after this sentence to all who would wish my benefactor harm.
---
There is a new form of Love waiting to be born, one that so desperately wants to be known by humanity, consciously.
And among humanity, there are those souls who have been living the same stories again, and again, and again... until the time we could wake up in the same geographical area, meet each other, come together, and form a hypersigil that will translate this new idea to the world, in a form humans can have a chance at understanding.
If/when Grant reads this: I apologize for taking your time. After much careful thought, I don't think you're the person I'm looking for this time, either. Thank you for listening, in any case-- and, if our hypersigil is best served by being a comic book, we might greatly benefit from some advice or networking connections about who in the industry to turn to, at some point down the line.
Still, thank you for giving Xanaduum to the world. I couldn't have initially cast the 13 sigils that allowed me to fully wake up, without your help. ❤️
"17th-century witches nearly extinct" - strong contender for headline of the year
I never noticed this until just now --
in profile, John Lennon has a •really• witchy nose...
Much like Daisy May Cooper.
“Where WERE You?”
Where I Was -- I am He and He is Me.
IWas Him, He Will Be Me.
Jamie McCrimmon : ....who will •I• be..?
A. : The Redeemer of Planet-14, obviously --
Stuff •that• down yer canon an’ poke ya silly, wee Sassenach-Beasties, ye!
• REMEMBER BRUCE •
Ringo : •I’ve• got A HOLE in My Pocket..!!
I've read them all, and I still have no idea what any of this means.
John : Blue Meanies --
Newer and BLUER Meanies have been sighted within the vicinity of THIS Substack.
There’s only ONE Way to Go Out!
George : How’s That?
John : SINGING!
One... Two... Three... FOUR!
All - Too-Gether - Now,
!! ALL TOGETHER, NOW !!
ah speak of the devil!
D*******d Isn’t.
“We FOUND Something! We’re Not The FIRST!”
You MANIACS...!!
You BLEW it UP!!!
God, DAMN You..!!!
DAMN You ALL to HELL....!!!
Dr. Morrison..... What IS in Room-437....?
A. : Secret 437, "It's hard to fly with The Eagles when you're surrounded by Turkeys."
The Policeman’s Wife :
Honey....? Can You DO That?
The Policeman (drunk) :
I can Do Anything I WANT,
I’m The Chief of Police.
Matt Hooper : That’s called “Territoriality” --
.....it’s just A Theory, one that I happen to •agree• with.....
FOOTNOTE : In The Novel, he f**ks The Chief’s Wife, after a romantic lunch, in A Nooner; in The Movie, the entitled little prick simply just invites himself over at supper time, comes into The Chief’s Home and eats His Dinner. AND His Wife’s.
Will, I am,
I am Will --
(Shakes Spear)
He knew How to Make Us FEEL, okay?
it doesn’t Matter
as you are approaching The Speed of Light --
it does Energy
No, no -- That’s GERMAN.
It Says, “The Modern, The.”
WORST IDEA EVER
Oz : We attack The Mayor with Hummus.
Chase : I Stand corrected.....
HELP! in semaphore is N-U-J-V :
Be Pacific --
H for “Hurry!
E for “Ergent!”
L for “Love Me..!!” and
P for “won’t You Please, PLEASE Help Me!”
I’ve tried signalling Nix Wotan with it (on a Wednesday) it WORKS, Believe Me (or Don’t).
....The Submarine is YELLOW, because it is Constructed of FEARS -- impenetrable armour.
.....until somebody presses The (Panic) Button.
'I'm so DEPRESSED,' repeated Rimmer, 'SO depressed.'
Over the next couple of days, Lister slowly recovered in the medical bay. One morning, while Rimmer was off reading the “How to Cope With Your Own Death” booklet for the fifteenth time, Lister took the opportunity to ask Holly WHY he'd brought RIMMER back.
'You'd gone to pieces. You couldn't cope. You needed a companion.'
'But Rimmer??'
'I did a probability study,' LIED Holly, 'and it turns out Rimmer is absolutely the BEST person to keep you SANE.'
'Rimmer?'
Holly's disembodied head tilted forward in a nod.
'Why not Petersen?'
'A man who buys a methane-filled twenty-four bedroomed bijou residence on an oxygenless moon whose only distinction is that it rotates in the opposite direction from its mother planet - you seriously expect me to bring him back to keep you sane? Gordon Bennett - he couldn't even keep himself sane, let alone anyone else.'
'Yeah, but at least we had things in common.'
'The only thing you had in common was your mutual interest in consuming ridiculous amounts of alcohol.'
'Selby? Chen?'
'Ditto.'
'What about Krissie?'
'Dave, she finished with you.'
'But, Rimmer?? Anyone would have been better than Rimmer. Anyone. Hermann Goering would have been better than Rimmer. All right, he was a drug-crazed Nazi transvestite, but at last we could have gone dancing.'
'It was Jean-Paul Sartre,' said Holly, thinking it may very well actually have been Albert Camus, or yur'Flaubert, or perhaps it was even Sacha Distel, 'who said hell was being trapped for eternity in a room with your friends.'
'Sure,' said Lister, 'but all Sartre's mates were FRENCH.'
'I think I'm thinking, therefore I might possibly be,' Rimmer said aloud as he padded silently around the sleeping quarters in his hologramatic slippers. Try as he might, he couldn't even •begin• to grapple with the metaphysics of it all.
“ “I went for Help!”, I Lied. “
What Do YOU Think it Means, Peony....?
Well, That’s What it Says -- someone lying about running away when they KNEW Someone Else was in Need;
All Hail, The Great God, “SOMEONE ELSE”..!!
I interpret that statement to be a warning about Virtue-Signalling -- when people are pretending to Care and to be in Control of their circumstances and Master or Mistress of their own Fates, when really they are just scared and hoping that The Lion will be too busy eating The Other Guy to catch and eat them as well; Survival of The Fittest (so-called), and all of that.
At least, that what it says to Me.