Opener of the Doors of the Sky

Fragments of an Arcturian's journal recounting experiences from within a cubismo gizmo.

O Earthlings! What are we but bladders of perpetual nonsense!
I can no longer use these jumbles of names and numbers to mark the moment of anything. Calendars have become deceptions, since time and space have lost their integrity.
Instead, one must drop into the middle of an ocean, where no land is in sight, and swimming no longer sustains accountability...
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A fading forest
of sunlight fingers flying ivory keys,
unlocking the Night!
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Legbara & chela were walking on a paved road, that seemed to be going nowhere. No horizon loomed ahead of them, above them was skyless, & surrounding them was emptiness, the pavement refusing to touch their bare feet.
All was senseless.
"Watch", Legbara whispered.
As the chela stared blindly Legbara quietly commanded, "Odo!"
A black disc swirled atop what seemed to be sand. Stepping into the blackness, they dreamily descended into a fire lit cave. Petroglyphs danced wildly around them. These might have been walls...

Chela & Teacher sat down facing each other from either side of the heatless flame. Legbara spoke: "50 years ago you were seeded by two images-in-one: the hexagon & the cube. You were introduced to the Book of Formation, that is, Sepher Yetzirah. The images, you watered over & over, but the Book you forgot.
8 years ago this seed germinated, sprouting out of the soil, reaching for its star, the Sun. The imaginal construct dubbed Cubismo Gizmo blossomed, your Self fruiting, remembering Sepher Yetzirah".
Chela awoke, feeling the cool pavement, the Great Bear ahead, Polaris silently guiding, Legbara intoning, "Eeeeez..."
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