A Large Zoo of Locations and Why the Spiral

Astronomers listening to the midnight radio have been hearing the work of some wacky interstellar DJ. These are the nocturnal transmissions of evernight for those who traverse beams of cosmic light, from "a zoo of locations" or so say our informants. Naturally, the "scientists" in question don't recognize the funky beat and they're probably immune to the dance craze carried thereby. We have no such encumbrances, and so, a dance craze is hereby declared, movement the meditative device that sets the chakras alight. We needn't mention the reason for the galaxy of origin's spiral shape, surely. We've been writing for some time about the need to form an anti-gravity coalition to combat the excessively coercive nature of gravity, which has been the impetus for the many dance hexes so far lobbed into the space/time continuum. Get moving, folks, and do it with sequins.

Coming Soon: Sirius Dog Star Project

Mike and Bob (Left to Right)

The Sirius Dog Star Project is a new department of the Phoenix Church of Higher Vibratory Resonation in partnership with The Wicked Tricks Lab of Zelda del West and The Wicked Witch of Walla Walla. The aim of this project is to celebrate and honor the most excellent animal ever: the dog.  We will be posting updates as the project develops, but the current plan is to create an ongoing series of large-scale portraits of marvelous canid superstars. The first of these portraits, naturally, is to feature Bob the GodDog, The Phoenix Church of Higher Vibratory Resonation canine consultant on topics of enlightenment and perfect being, also known as the cutest thing in the world.

An Excellent Time for an Exceptional Cold Front

It's nowhere in the forecasts, but we're now calling for a horrid cold snap of the most horrid coldness for at least three days. Such utility would this provide that we're all here willing to endure the coldness, and so a certain wickidity expert is being consulted on the matter. Klaus Nomi is performing in The Temporary Dark Digs today as an inducement to frigid airs. While we hate the cold, having sojourned too long down Texas way, sometimes it's necessary. Meanwhile The Sirius Dog Star Project is beginning to take shape. Future updates will happen on future dates. 

Reflecting Depths Columbia

Water as lens and medium, we charge our sigils and imbibe their infused intent that alters alteration -transmits the message through the many waters, the transmission, global. It glitters on the seas and in the clouds and flows with rivers and in the blood of creatures. Such is the nature of these castings.  Echolocation and locomotions rumbling Walula way on open roads- tremulous transformations achieved with the ease of moonbeams haunted by our best angels. Twin refraction, Columbia. The world changes. No matter what anyone thinks, it is not virtual. This is not the medium and message. The pangyric never ceases. It's deeper meanings churn surfaceward from depths unfathomed. Through the mirror reflecting back the sky we pass.

An Oldie From Another Reality Looping Back in the Walla Walla Timeline

Omens portend strange. Omens at the time in which we see Rosetta have been portending strange for several months, so much so that one could believe the whole world slid sideways into an alternate reality but, because they could still shop, nobody much noticed. That will change about the time the CERN people acknowledge that this alternate reality did in fact take up residence in our experience, though perhaps “slid sideways” will not be thought the most apt wording, but they can’t undo it, so we’d best prepare to surf the rising tides of chaos. They’ll never say any of this.

Of course, people notice strange happenings in the way that they usually do, but things are already so strange that the very word “strange” has lost all resonance with the events. This should tell you that the strange has been rising for a very long time. Longer than the collider has been in operation. Truths be told, the Hadron, was, itself a permutation of the strangetide.

This is a time in which a clown apocalypse barely evokes comment. It makes the news and semi-news and celebrity news and fake news, alongside many other occurrences that may or may not have happened or may have happened in vastly different ways, or maybe by now are remembered differently. Even historically factual events are so ridiculous as to rob absurdity of even a snicker. There is that reality show where the main creature’s deriérre implant ruptures during the making of an “amateur” video. The video is leaked to the wilds of the internets at the end of the season. The creature, is, it is now agreed, a trans-galactic hologram from outside the Milky Way.

This is a season of madness. The clowns start killing people the month before the kangaroo election. The clown king nacho cheese tycoon, runs against robotic piñata head with googlie eyes. The piñata head is promising free injections of mind control horchata, which many think is also nirvana. The clown king wins but only by dropping a few anvils and pianos which he also refuses to pay for because they are broken after somehow being dropped even though nobody can tell how the anvils are broken. Secret agents smoke strange smelling cigarettes in dark alleys. There are UFO sightings from Tulsa to Portland to Constantanople but nobody can believe what they see because they are told it's impossible. The fortuneteller says things that will be studiously ignored until we collectively find ourselves, like Orson Welles at the end of Touch of Evil, before Marlene Dietrich, who says through her face as Delphic oracle: “your future’s all used up.” This is the ecosystem we find ourselves in. This is the ecosystem in which unicorns are born for real.

Maybe it isn’t that things are any stranger than they ever really have been. The world changes when one notices the world.

Water Memory

The Cat That Came Back

https://www.livescience.com/schrodingers-cat-can-be-peeked-at.html

The cat we call Shrodinger's has long traveled time. So long because the creature's explored past and future, landing in our many presents in iterations. The cat knows much about the illusive slithering thing we think is reality because in moving about in time, the cat becomes so very unreal. It's here again, slinking through the house and giving everyone those sly glances that more than imply the receiver's sad deficiencies, so disappointing to a traveler outside of time. It will soon move on yet again because cats are their own creatures.