Mysteries of OnlyMan
The Language
Of The Land
Of Experience
I am learning, or rather, creating a new language. It is the language of the land
inside of me. A language hidden, long forgotten and unheard.
It is the language of my experience in my own words. I find the ways I have learned
to express myself inadequate and inaccurate. I have not learned the language of my
homeland. I have been forced to think and speak in an alien tongue. Constrained by
written words, my thoughts are paper and ink. I am an ink thinker.
Images do not live in experience. The imaginal fire has been paperized. By some
spell, they do not burst into flame. Wood that does not burn. Poems that do not ignite.
Sparks that do not land. Tinder never becoming pure light. Snuffed out, I live in a marshland of bogs fog and mists. I did not not even know how to shout. One afternoon,
that changed.
Images murmur. I my meditation, I beheld the Image of myself. I invited that
Image to join me. To be me with me. And it did. Not intellectually but physically. I
vibrated and surged in a resonance that shocked me. Not seconds but for a long time. It
did not stop. I had to stop it. The experience was overwhelming. I had changed. It was
good. I could feel it.
My understanding of me had changed. I realized that how I understood myself had
changed. A lot. I was in a new land and I wanted to speak the language. My experience
was the clue. The language is not words, it is images.
Images contain arcana. Arcana are the mystical and psychic structures that power
image. They are the flesh and bone of image. Those mystical and psychic structures
speak. They can be understood. Images move. They have stories to tell.
The stories are precious. They tell me of my destiny. They are sacred whispers
revealing a Cosmos in motion. They tell of a journey to the stars. I get to go.
Here, I have told you the events that happened and the things that still
happen. These are the things I do. I tell you with words but, really, I cannot
explain it in the way I experience it. Experience as Image is the living arcana
that is me. Its mine.
I did not generate anything. I did not call anything to me nor, did I not
summon anything.
What I have done and still do, is work with the experience I have been
given. So really, I am not the author. I am the recipient. I welcome all that has
been sent my way.
My hope is that you will join me in this beautiful journey.
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