the timboucher experience

Does it really “stay like that” if you cross your eyes for long enough? I am going to find out. Just watch me.

You can act however you want in real life because I still get these messages from you in dreams. Emails, actually. They use the style of my Gmail interface. Last night it was apologizing and explaining. It was so real I almost expected a corresponding one in my inbox. But that would just be silly. I would have to keep my eyes crossed for a looong time I’m sure for that to happen.

Now they tell me it’s a trap. What’s a trap? The images I hold inside me? Which ones? I bought a bottle of Vitamin Water today called “Focus” because I can use that magic right now. In fact I have the feeling this is all I need. That the reality of outward circumstances has all but completely fallen away, that I am in fact actively transmuting the Falsehood of the construct world into its Heavenly Counterpart™.

I think I am beginning to “get” what this Bible passage “means”: “You have heard that it was said to those of old, ‘You shall not commit adultery.’ “But I say to you that whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.”

The point being that the thoughts images and actions which you hold in your heart are more real than what occurs in your actual life, because your actual life flows out of the truth flux capacitor of your heart-shaped box. Or as Gandhi said: “Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.”

Before the Norman conquest of England, professional poets were called “scop” which meant “shaper” or “maker.” The bards, the griot, the prophets: the forward-speakers. Those who speak Truth into existence. They say that a “well-aimed bardic satire, glam dicin, could raise boils on the face of its target.” Which is, I take it, why they were marked with such laws as this in Scotland of 1500: “All vagabundis, fulis, bardis, scudlaris, and siclike idill pepill, sall be brint on the cheek.” Whatever that means to be “brint on the cheek” - burned? Sounds like a good fit.

I guess that’s a little like crossing your eyes until they stay that way.

Speaking of ritual wounds, my devotional mark to Isis is healing is beginning to finally dry out and peel off. It’s one of those things that’s itchy that you want to spend a good our scratching at and peeling off with much satisfaction like a dog. Speaking of which, if I do end up staying here in Seattle, I’m going to get a dog within a few weeks. Either that or a job and I don’t have much inclination to get a job. But I need something to (1) love and (2) set my clock to. It’s like we said about a dog being the ultimate reference point. So steady. They get the job done.

Somebody’s Spidey Sense is tingling. Mine has been as well. Speaking of vagabonds I ran into the circus people again last night in between my house and the bread dumpsters at Essential Baking where my roomate once saw Dave Matthews drinking coffee. But anyway one of them dressed like Tamerlane told me about first Orthodox Jews celebrating Sabbath and I began to wonder if it was really Friday after all because how would we really know if a day or a few had been lost in the interdimensional shuffle? But then he said something like: “Have you noticed today being like weird at all?” And that was enough to set me off on a big thing about how we were riding some kind of weird cycle right now that began around June 29th and I expect will last until about July 13th.

I don’t know much about astrology but I know what the moon was doing last night. And it’s up to no good lately. There is a window that we have here right now between the dimensions before they fork off completely like the Land of the Elves from Middle Earth. Which I think makes it Arwen’s choice right now. The Undying Lands will only be accessible for so much longer. Till Friday the 13th I think. Let me draw the moon for you right now so you can see what influence is actually upon us. Or at least me in my current universe. I may be able to tune to another station location in about a week and a half, but I’m not sure. I think part of the musical is about to come true, but you have to watch out because it *is* a trap. Hell is hell unless you have a legal escape hatch a green card.

I think the moon filter device broadcasting right now might explain why transmissions between worlds are getting scrambled. Why I have to cross my eyes and fingers and fall asleep before I can get emails from you right now.

So anyway this moon thing. I don’t know what to make of it specifically but there’s something encoded in the sky right now. I can sometimes see it with my naked eyes. You have the main “actual” moon itself which is waning from fullness, but still pretty rocking (LONG LIVE ROCK!). Off of that you have three smaller orbs that are being cast off to the sides but also overlapping the central orb. It’s almost like there are lenses that are being brought together in order to focus or rather re-focus. We are in what I think is best termed as a “grace period” - maybe even potentially a Jubilee, who knows. But I think the point is that during this time the universe is even moreso attuned to individual wants and needs and the configuration of planets (I’m guessing: Mercury, Mars & Venus, though those are from contextual cues, not astrological research) is going to allow for passage through a Creation Gate into basically the dimension of your choosing. In other words, it is a time for not just high imagination, but for rigorous focus and heart-felt determination in order to actualize the changes to which we have brought ourself as a precipice. Now that we are standing on the cliff’s face do we jump off or turn to safety and sit forever as a Watcher Upon The Waves™, never venturing out but always longing for tales from those brave enough to go to sea.

I’ve already been to sea. Look at me. I’m covered in ivy. I woke up with the words “Return of the Elk King” in my head this morning, which is an extremely favorable omen for me in particular. This I think is the nature of the change coming upon us: personal-universal; the deeply personal felt so strongly and with such love truth joy and beauty that it spreads exponentially universally. People are rearranging themselves right now. Many approaches and departures are being planned and are underway under weigh.

What will happen in the once sunny town of Skara Brae? 1985, the Bard’s Tale:

Long ago, when magic still prevailed, the evil wizard Mangar the Dark threatened a small but harmonious country town called Skara Brae. Evil creatures oozed into Skara Brae and joined his shadow domain. Mangar froze the surrounding lands with a spell of Eternal Winter, totally isolating Skara Brae from any possible help. Then, one night the town militiamen all disappeared. The future of Skara Brae hung in the balance. And who was left to resist? Only a handful of unproven young Warriors, junior Magic Users, a couple of Bards barely old enough to drink, and some out of work Rogues. You are there. You are the leader of this ragtag group of freedom fighters. Luckily you have a Bard with you to sing your glories, if you survive. For this is the stuff of legends. And so the story begins…

You will survive, of course, you always do. But the bards you surround yourself with will determine into which universe you land when the cosmic shuffling winnowing separating the wheat from the chaff the goats from the sheep is done. Purgation penance repentence repermanence independece freedom. What is freedom? The gas station by my house says that freedom is only ever taken not given and that freedom is nothing else but a chance to be better. But what does a gas station know?

A lot if you cross your eyes and let them stay that way.

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