At this interface, between the ordinary and the greater . . . a source of creativity, knowledge, and meaning . . .

Who you are, taken up a notch . . . enhanced . . . with multifaceted orientations . . . a new you . . .

Opening up an activated experience . . . not static, dual, but connected/interconnected . . . multifaceted, unique . . .

Even the Muslims speak of starting with the ordinary self, then there’s the work, and the orientation and alignment with one’s more intrinsic nature, ie, “one with the universe” . . . the personal will with the greater . . . “intent.”  Seeing light, for instance . . .

I’m just starting off with psychoanalysis here.

” . . . and that circumstances that seemed to be ruled by chance were in essence ruled by the active side, of infinity. He called it intent. (p. 72)”

Carlos Castaneda, The Active Side of Infinity

Memory and imagination shaped dim half-pictures with uncertain outlines amidst the seething chaos, but Carter knew that they were of memory and imagination only. Yet he felt that it was not chance which built these things in his consciousness, but rather some vast reality, ineffable and undimensioned, which surrounded him and strove to translate itself into the only symbols he was capable of grasping. For no mind of Earth may grasp the extensions of shape which interweave in the oblique gulfs outside time and the dimensions we know.

H. P. LOVECRAFT & E. HOFFMANN PRICE. Through the Gates of the Silver Key (p. 16). Pharos Books Pvt. Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

Rather than just a hidden part, the other parts of the puzzle, the bigger picture . . .

These experiences are taking me into new directions. For instance, the girls thinking its separate . . . I thought, what if I do that? It was like I was seeing all these yellowish amoebas floating below me. My space changed, from the TV snow, later, to something like all these fish swimming around, energies. I had the image of Yvonne, then there was an associated image of these clear glass ornaments, decanters, etc.

After seeing this mother and her children at the dollar store, I had that hand thing again. I lifted up the young girl by the arms, and directed her hands in an orientation to the emerging other people. We were in the line-up.

If the guide dog directed us, as I helped my mom cross over, this time I’m the guide dog for Jamie?

And with Lee, the originator, I opened into this other space with dimension, reality, and clarity, behind a dark haired woman, who was stroking her hair. As an explanation, there was this man following Lee, behind her. Why, because he said he loved her. Then Lee said she loved me and expected me to follow her, and her new situation. I did, in the spirit! Beat that girls!

An arising vertical cylindrical shaft, YouTube?, and as I spiraled my way up that, I saw various writings along the wall.

As I twisted my ordinary body, I caught the glimpse of a darker shrouded entity moving towards the right.

“There was another shape, too, which occupied no pedestal, but which seemed to glide or float over the cloudy, floor-like lower level. It was not exactly permanent in outline, but held transient suggestions of something remotely preceding or paralleling the human form, though half as large again as an ordinary man. It seemed to be heavily cloaked, like the shapes on the pedestals, with some neutral-colored fabric; and Carter could not detect any eye-holes through which it might gaze. Probably it did not need to gaze, for it seemed to belong to an order of beings far outside the merely physical in organization and faculties.”

H. P. LOVECRAFT & E. HOFFMANN PRICE. Through the Gates of the Silver Key (p. 17). Pharos Books Pvt. Ltd.. Kindle Edition

Saw a man in orange with a protruding grey beard: I was alarmed at first, thinking it was a criminal; but synchronously on YouTube, it was a monk from Nepal, exactly the same one!

Saw an oblong polished stone, with a golden stand with arms reaching up holding it. I went to Josee’s.

Saw an image of a boy writing, erasing the the two middle lines out of four . . .

In my mind, the words were recited :

the boy
moving on
without the summer’s whispers

And in saying how powerful the unconscious is, after this re-read . . .

Randolph Carter, who had all his life sought to escape from the tedium and limitations of waking reality in the beckoning vistas of dreams and fabled avenues of other dimensions, disappeared from the sight of man on the seventh of October, 1928, at the age of fifty-four. (p.2)

Who could pay attention to whispers that spoke of stubby little tracks like those which Randolph Carter’s square-toed boots made when he was a small boy? (p.4)

It must have been these whispers—plus Carter’s own statement to Parks and others that the queerly arabesqued silver key would help him unlock the gates of his lost boyhood—which caused a number of mystical students to declare that the missing man had actually doubled back on the trail of time . . . (p.5)

One student—an elderly eccentric of Providence, Rhode Island, who had enjoyed a long and close correspondence with Carter—had a still more elaborate theory, and believed that Carter had not only returned to boyhood, but achieved a further liberation, roving at will through the prismatic vistas of boyhood dream. After a strange vision this man published a tale of Carter’s vanishing in which he hinted that the lost one now reigned as king on the opal throne of Ilek-Vad, that fabulous town of turrets atop the hollow cliffs of glass . . . (p.5)

H. P. LOVECRAFT & E. HOFFMANN PRICE. Through the Gates of the Silver Key.  Pharos Books Pvt. Ltd.. Kindle Edition.