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About the Collection
The Archivist gave her presentation, a formal report to the assembly. It became clearer to me over the years of my study, that there was no end to the variations and alternates that were offered, and that there were innumerable cabinets, boxes, containers, temple goods and burial talismans, along with all the sacred and secular…
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Seatemple Inn: Vacancy
As I mentioned my notes were sketchy and unclear. The event itself was more crystalline and real than anything I had ever known before. And I left with the profound understanding that all the work done by researchers over the years was somehow culminated together here in this luminous sphere. Like Shakespeare’s Globe theatre, the…
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Objects and Light
This was how I perceived it all after stepping over that threshold. It was intensely bright, filled with sound in an intoxication so orgasmic I was overcome in waves of bliss and beauty. The hills beyond my door were glowing in emerald forests and the glistening path was made of smooth sand of a thousand…
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Identity Test
What had happened while I was with the archivist? Back in my apartment I went over the events in my mind and looked once again for any clue. It occurred to me that all this was meant as a test, and could even be part of the process, part of PW. But where to start?…
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Averroes
The problem as I saw it was one of scale and scope. To fully prepare the cabinet would take far more time than I currently had available. I had to scale down to address any of this work with integrity. It is easy enough to go over the work in a theoretical overview, for that…
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Dream start
It began with a lucid dream. I stepped into the liminal landscape as I had been instructed and waited at the crossroads (crossed paths actually.) It was an empty place with no visible markers, no specific foliage. No houses or human habitation to be seen, slightly rolling hills in the distance, a flat grey sky…
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Who was she?
Glynis journeyed through the forest of hearts and bones, her own and those of others. The openings were visible, or became visible, from time to time, and she slept in and out of the living active season of consciousness by feeling and living in the hearts of those she could find a way with. To…
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Soil Ceremony
At this point, I took a breath and waited to see what would happen next. In my mind’s eye, the old book closed and a new one opened. Each page featured an image of a single leaf, and the green leaf filled the page. I struggled to understand the messages I was reading here: In…