Thank the things that help you...
Jan. 18th, 2003 04:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Deadsy - [Mansion World]--- Lately, i've been able to do certain things... Influence events, without Trying. I ask, or i mention, or nudge, and things just kind of tumble to their point of Stop, which is, invariably, where i want it to be. Is this right? Is anyone else noticing this kind of thing? Because it's what i've wanted, and what i've striven for, over the past many months, as you all know, but there's this sense of Other, to it. To steal a term, from king and Straub, it feels like Slippage... It's scary, and i know that it's the way things are "supposed" to be, but i keep getting this feeling like Thomas Dagget, and Lucifer, and Hermes, and Peter, all rolled into one. (Deadsy - [Lake Waramaug]). I wrote on my hand, last night, "Upon this Rock, I shall build my shelter."
Imagine the sense of awe, dread, and purpose, and the need, the utter and sure certainty that you have to run way the hell away, if you're not going to get this right. But knowing that you have to go on, forward, anyway. One foot, after the other, or all you've done is go into some woods and get yourself, and some other people lost, for nothing. There's something like a Calling, going on, around here. Something pulling at me, like it pulled all the Ravens that were and Had been, into the Dreaming. And i've been forcing myself not to remember something intrinsic, about Ravens, and about battle fields...
Deadsy - [Le Cirque En Rose (Obsolescence)]--- Ravens, flock to battle, and the Feed, there. Battle Sustains them, and a group of Ravens is called an Unkindness, for a reason... The same reason that a grouping of them, in any one place is Always taken as an Ill Omen. No matter Who you are. If You are the first one to see this huge fucking flock of Ravens (and first can mean anything, here, First of your Group, first in the World, First of God), then realise that there is something Bad instore, for you. I should have known that, when i saw the Unkindness, o n the lawn, in front of the house, in Tucker. But i was arrogant. I thought "But this is Me. Ravens can't mean bad things, for me." And even if i didn't think it, on the surface, it was underneath, somewhere, and i know that now. And that's why i didn't see.
Deadsy - [She Likes Big Words]--- It all fell into place, last night... Ravens are never the first to see their flock... their own Unkindness. They see Friends, and then they are alone, in the Aftermath. They Cleanse. I didn't see the Raven's i've gathered around myself, or, at the very least, i certainly wasn't the First to see it. I saw friends. I saw friends with talents, and i saw people who would get along with one another, because they shared similar interests. I never saw my own Unkindness... not until now, anyway... And this is my offer to you: As long as the flock stands, there will be the over hanging sense of impending doom, and we all know it. Yes, yes, things will happen as they will, and as we make them, but don't you think that, subconsciously, we can make them, and make a self-fulfilling prophecy that, for once, actually does something Useful? (Deadsy - [The Elements]). My offer to you is Leave. Go somewhere else, and disperse.
And i recind that offer, as soon as i make it. Because you know what? No. Battles are battles are battles. I'm not going to let a little synchronicity, and a little pressure push me away, from what i know is mine. I take back what i said about thinking you should leave. But never feel like i'm Making you stay, or like you Have to, for me, or anyone else. Sounds conceited, yes, but you'd be amazed at the things people are willing to sacrifice, for each other. Feel free to leave, whenever you want, same as it ever was, but i Do love having you all around.... And i mean, shit... It's going to be one hell of a show, no matter what, right? So we might as well enjoy it, and get something out of it. Separately, or together. *insert tired, wistful smile here*
I think i'm done wasting you guys and gals' time. I'm gonna go read some more Black House, and listen to some more Deadsy. Call me on my cell, if you want. It's the weekend, after all.
Later.
Imagine the sense of awe, dread, and purpose, and the need, the utter and sure certainty that you have to run way the hell away, if you're not going to get this right. But knowing that you have to go on, forward, anyway. One foot, after the other, or all you've done is go into some woods and get yourself, and some other people lost, for nothing. There's something like a Calling, going on, around here. Something pulling at me, like it pulled all the Ravens that were and Had been, into the Dreaming. And i've been forcing myself not to remember something intrinsic, about Ravens, and about battle fields...
Deadsy - [Le Cirque En Rose (Obsolescence)]--- Ravens, flock to battle, and the Feed, there. Battle Sustains them, and a group of Ravens is called an Unkindness, for a reason... The same reason that a grouping of them, in any one place is Always taken as an Ill Omen. No matter Who you are. If You are the first one to see this huge fucking flock of Ravens (and first can mean anything, here, First of your Group, first in the World, First of God), then realise that there is something Bad instore, for you. I should have known that, when i saw the Unkindness, o n the lawn, in front of the house, in Tucker. But i was arrogant. I thought "But this is Me. Ravens can't mean bad things, for me." And even if i didn't think it, on the surface, it was underneath, somewhere, and i know that now. And that's why i didn't see.
Deadsy - [She Likes Big Words]--- It all fell into place, last night... Ravens are never the first to see their flock... their own Unkindness. They see Friends, and then they are alone, in the Aftermath. They Cleanse. I didn't see the Raven's i've gathered around myself, or, at the very least, i certainly wasn't the First to see it. I saw friends. I saw friends with talents, and i saw people who would get along with one another, because they shared similar interests. I never saw my own Unkindness... not until now, anyway... And this is my offer to you: As long as the flock stands, there will be the over hanging sense of impending doom, and we all know it. Yes, yes, things will happen as they will, and as we make them, but don't you think that, subconsciously, we can make them, and make a self-fulfilling prophecy that, for once, actually does something Useful? (Deadsy - [The Elements]). My offer to you is Leave. Go somewhere else, and disperse.
And i recind that offer, as soon as i make it. Because you know what? No. Battles are battles are battles. I'm not going to let a little synchronicity, and a little pressure push me away, from what i know is mine. I take back what i said about thinking you should leave. But never feel like i'm Making you stay, or like you Have to, for me, or anyone else. Sounds conceited, yes, but you'd be amazed at the things people are willing to sacrifice, for each other. Feel free to leave, whenever you want, same as it ever was, but i Do love having you all around.... And i mean, shit... It's going to be one hell of a show, no matter what, right? So we might as well enjoy it, and get something out of it. Separately, or together. *insert tired, wistful smile here*
I think i'm done wasting you guys and gals' time. I'm gonna go read some more Black House, and listen to some more Deadsy. Call me on my cell, if you want. It's the weekend, after all.
Later.
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The Rest of the Flock..
Date: 2003-01-18 03:33 pm (UTC)-Mech
Re: The Rest of the Flock..
Preperations and such. You have email.
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Date: 2003-01-21 06:03 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-01-21 07:17 am (UTC)sinematix
Date: 2003-01-22 05:14 am (UTC)Ahem.
But that's how another of my magics works. It is, unsurprisingly, rather popular in California. A friend of mine, who has no interest in "the occult," is enjoying touting cinematics not as a kind of magic but as "the way the world works." In his case it was taking the rock out of his shoe so the bus would come.
Things move, and they'll move where they're supposed to be. That's the way the world works.