The Illuminate wants you to believe that North Korea is a dictatorship because they don’t want you to open your third eye. In North Korea, DMT is legal and everyone is doing ayahuasca rituals.
Fuck, I had no idea Terry A. Davis, the creator of TempleOS, had died in August.
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Finally bought a pigeon from the butcher’s. I can confirm it’s wild and not squab pigeon. Not sure how I’m gonna cook it yet. Might put some herbs and that inside it and roast it.
I roasted it on top of a piece of bread with red wine poured over it.
It was perfectly edible. I think I cooked it a little too long as the meat was a bit dry.
The man in the pub was right that I should watch out for shotgun pellets. It contained three.
Birds who play cards. Alphabet des oiseaux. 1880.
“Can you please tag your bird-headed card-players? The heads of birds plunge me into hours of extremely complicated metaphysical meditations.” — Giorgio de Chirico, probably
(via ant-soul)
Dream (10/01/19)
They approached me in the park on a boiling hot day. I was sitting on a bench with my eyes closed and my head tilted to the sky. I squinted up at them as their shadows fell over me – a small, lively woman with dark curly hair, and an enormously tall man who seemed friendly but dim-witted. They were dressed in huge primrose Victorian dresses that trailed on the ground – both of them – paired with frilly white aprons and wide-brimmed hats. They looked vaguely like old-fashioned nannies. They must have been boiling hot. The stranger I had been sharing the bench with made an irritated noise and scarpered at the sight of them, but I smiled and said hello, made some polite comment about their outfits. Then the woman slipped down onto the bench next to me and enfolded me in conversation about leaving this world to join a community committed to exploring and revealing the true nature of reality. They were part of a small Christian sect whose aim was to interpret scripture in a new and inspiring way. It really didn’t take much to convince me at all.
After our short conversation I felt like everything had changed for me. The primrose pair walked around the park with me and I found them easy to talk to, even if they were slightly humourless. I realised I was wearing clothes that I didn’t like, but was rather wearing them because I hoped other people would like them. I was drawn to a loud noise behind a tree where I accidentally crushed a duckling with my foot. I felt completely devastated and began to cry, saying “I’ve killed Jesus, I’ve killed Jesus.” I really wanted to apologise for what I had done – and everything else – so I let the man and the woman take me to their meeting house straight away.
As part of the initiation ceremony (before receiving my primrose dress and hat) I was made to take off all my clothes in a room full of people. We lined up – about seventy or eighty of us – and went in one by one to undress. I was at the very end of the line. My hands were shaking as I removed my clothes; the room by then was packed with naked people, and I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. I could think about nothing else except their opinions of my body.
Then we were standing outside the fire escape with one of the teachers. Somebody had complained about being too hot in their uniform, and she was explaining that we could only wear one outfit throughout the year. “We have a lighter uniform you may wear,” she said, “but if you choose to wear that now you must accept that you will be very cold in the winter. I personally prefer to be comfortable in the winter and very hot in the summer. But the choice is yours.”
