Tag: objects
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Figurine and HQ
Recalling early training triggered my logic, and reactivated patterns that I’d not used or participated in for over 25 years. It was thrilling to get set up and ready for a focus session again. In my room, near the shelves, I sat in my chair with the portable table nearby. I brought it right in…
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Projected Obstacle Field?
I took some time to consolidate my notes. Some were in the open program, shared with other researchers in our private network, others were on my tablet, and others I noted again as they emerged in memory. I soon realized that this account must become simple. It must be small in order to be true.…
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Research Travel
After returning to the warehouse, and settling in to the various rooms that seemed to have meaning for my explorations, I found myself unable to shake the feeling that I had really missed something important. I went over and over my notes and checked each of the photos I’d taken to establish the space. The…
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Fragmented Memories
The memories came in fragments, and at first I was certain they were dreams. But persistently they appeared before my mind’ s eye in vivid reality. The memories came in objects, without any context. as if they had been isolated and photographed in a whitebox. I saw them one at a time. Each image of…
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Hairball
After the visit to the archivist I really had lost my bearings. The idea of PW was changing as I explored this other side of the project. Was it actually pure research or was there a sinister agenda that had set all this in motion so I’d be contributing by my research invovement in a…
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Wunderkabinett
I love the whole concept of the Wunderkabinett, not as a container of skulls, curiosities and freaks of nature, but as a magical collection of objects and materials. This is a readout of the details as they rise to the surface from cellular memory storage. A surfing before death, perhaps. We can’t analyze it further…
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White Worms
I was told by a voice not to touch it, but I did. I opened the little box of lies. Someone left it on my doorstep, rang the bell and ran away. I knew it was children with the pointed teeth. I knew it was a dangerous box. But curiosity made me pick it up.…
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Cabinet Play
Now let’s look at the natural play of language and life, for it is only a play, like the happy innocent games of children. I come to this place to play my heart out. Like a child in the supreme confidence that my game role provides. I write into being the magnificent wunderkabinett. Sometimes when…
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Exploring States
Throughout all time there have been explorers who have stepped outside of the prison of everyday life to encompass greater experience of what it is to be human. Many being in religion, but step out into an unknown that is called “God” or angelic realms. This step into what has been described as oneness of…
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Jewel on the Turban
After the windstorm, the sun shone bright that cold morning. Bundled inside, I watched the tops of trees and buildings like eastern temples illuminated in gold. I’d seen the jewelled turban decorations of the eastern potentates now held in private collections, put on display to the world in a museum. Did the jewels hold any…