Kid Zero Star

Once there was a kid zero born, and he was the moment the world divided. This was long before the Grand Process, in the days when one half lived and died, and the other never existed, and ways to awaken could be found in the
screaming fields.
Kid Zeros initiate was a godmother. She sewed streams and planted senses for the gods and creatures of the world.
In the seventh second of the fall, when the origami star had fully peeled from his bones in descent, Zero
remained asleep, potential and growth learning in a spark. But what he truly aimed for was to restitch the seams
and manifest gladly as a whole.
Kismet caught him whilst sat in the panther gally of the new colour moon. It was built by measured hands, the sam
hands that wove butterflys into the air around the jaded throne and made masks for ion crocklets to hide in. The
beauty of this place had been enough to bind both sides of the war on the planet. Cats and Ravens alike had been
unified and terrified upon the sudden appearance of an altered moon, and worked together to investigate the
apparent deity. They spent many words and ticks to build a ladder high enough to reach. But When they got there
and found nothing but common magick, pointless though beautiful, with nothing new to find unity in, they returned
to their homes to continue fighting. Kismet however understood its majesty, thanked the siclet builders and took
it as her new home where she would continue sewing falconettes and fates, awaiting for the ground to open and kid
zero to break through.
Kid Zero would build a palace that was of uncommon magick and would stop everything.
For now, Kismet knew nothing but the first stage. The initiation of the hall and the meeting of the book. 'Your
truth is for moments of necessity,' she said 'you must prepare and build a way into their world.'
The was a graphic hovel, darkened on the skyline, borrowed by emptiness just beyond where Kismet was sat. The contents of it were essentially godless and nothing, but its corners were filled with the shades of a thousand dead images and a city of discard knowledge. Though everything knew it was physically empty, they also knew that Pi, the keeper of nought, was in there day and night, ordering his collection of fume cargo, historic semblance and dotted line blue prints, and maintaining absolute balance.
'There is room for everything in that house,' said Kismet to her newfoundling 'because it is full of nothing.' and she placed the tiny child onto the floor of the cave. One solitary clockwork symbolist wire-ambled toward the now stirring boy, all cogs and gears, before slowing to standstill, frozen in awe. The sorry transmitter was so entangled in the sight of this, the manifest, here at last after all this time, that before long, he eventually tipped right over in a pit of shock and springs.
Kismet smiled.
Zero was wide awake and gauging his eyes upon the figures about him. He could hear landscapes in sepia tones, wonders talking to each other and questions growing out of the horizon. Hands of trees pushing themselves up and under through growth.
With an itch the infant laughed and petals landed before him.
He stretched to see the face of his fairy godmother towering within the cave. She pulled him by the aura to the exit and let the cobwebbed air filter in.
'Throw yrself from the moon,' clanged the pipes in her throat, clocks vibrating. 'your aim grows in that house, but we are aeons passed.' She swung her arm in an arc and splintered a glass cathedral for them to enter, the front and back of which touched satellite to common ground by spacing the malabyss between them. It was a lesson in growth, built as an add on by symbolists.
Further districts house a bold waiting, growing strong. Spilling antlers from a trough in gullys.
"beware the painted" a stitch above the riverbank speaks, the fume lay inbetween.

Elsewhere, black pearls hung collated in the sky above the last Garuda pedestrian. He attached the final cursive to his belt and smiled darkly into his pocket. His porcelain skin, built of ocular direction and speech, was a tar patchwork of cloak, illustrated time and a colour that filled his frame. He'd been eroded from rain and fog that drew in from the forth of south, yet he was ageless and strong. Raising his head, he watched as the rings around the garden where he sat lifted, as they did every morning, to let the outside in. He had spent the edge of a lifetime redeeming various lands from the vorpal dark, here and there his efforts had left chicken footprints as brief markers of clarity; a task given to him by the same Kesmet that now our zero holds. This area was, for now, juvenile again and the walk could begin along the next signal harvest. It would wear off, and again be swamped, but his target and rule were offered, freely and a choice had been made. This birdman was one of the few who knew his place.
23 dogs bark in unison. several bullets seep from a guess.

Rough Alchemical Outline

CALCINATION
aries, destruction of ego, base of the spine, molten creation, vitriol,

DISSOLUTION
cancer, flow, noah's flood, opening of energy, further immersion in the irrational, agriculture, iron, water,

SEPERATION
scorpio, natron, salt, leftovers, decision about what to take on, control, the establishment of clans, mastery of the land via elements,

CONJUNCTION
venus, putting back together, union, synchronicity will occur to the alchemist on the right path now, male and female, growth of craft to master planet,

FERMENTATION
capricorn, the introduction of new life, seed of soul, spiritual power from above, peacock tail, pyschedlics, basis of religion, higher states of consciousness,

DISTILLATION
virgo, purification of the unborn self, the circulation of the light, opening of the 3rd eye, the idea of one unity

COAGULATION
taurus, new confidence, the second body, release of the astral body, the 4th dimension, the gift, philosopher's stone, perfection, paradise regained, tincture, gold.

The Axe & The Monument

There is a group of animals that once ruled a kingdom.
They are now forced to live on the move due to all the kingdoms collapsing under the weight of The Dark.
They find a temporary place and make it home.
As a record to those that may survive The Dark, the group decide to build a monument and everyday, they will paint a new picture on one of it's blocks. When all 365 blocks have been filled, they will know a year has passed and that they must move on.

On the 32nd day it is the turn of the youngest animal there, who people thought was the worst artist of the village. They laughed at him all morning until it got to noon and his time had come to paint, by this time he was mad with rage and instead of taking his pen, he walked to the monument and grabbed the first thing he sees, which is an axe.

He hacks one enormous cleft into his block, drops the axe, and leaves never to be seen or heard of again.

The rest of the animals are stunned. But decide to overcome the cleft by making their art more and more impressive above it. The remaining 333 blocks become the most beautiful crafted works of art ever seen and on the last day, the king himself paints the final image, depicting an axe being burned by the sun and a people exalted.

They then leave, as The Dark looms.

The Dark comes in the form of a storm this time and washes the monument clean, leaving nothing but the cleft and the monument.
Madness and Physical Manifestation surviving the tempest. Art being not what they intended.

"Freud postulated that human beings are dominated by two basic instincts: Eros (the sexual drive or creative life force) and Thanatos (the death force or destructiveness). The mythical characters of Eros and Thanatos were used by Freud in his formulation of drive theory to represent the two primary outlets of biological energy. Eros represents life, creativity, growth, and increase in tension; and Thanatos represents the movement toward homeostasis (elimination of all tensions), dissolution, negation, and death. We are constantly stimulated and driven into action by a balance of these energies."

http://www.trans4mind.com/mind-development/freud.html#thanatos

Synapses

So God and Nature are the same thing and evolves like a human brain.
Above as below and all that.

Life on the sphere of earth then can be seen as activity within the brain, the way we acquire a personal history and biography that we make appear straight and singular for ease that can be compiled in an Encyclopedia or written in a timeline We know in reality, our own personal histories and the history of life on earth (god's 'personality') would only be dictated idealistically by our own mouths or pen-holding hands, but there are limitless other facets to what we see ourselves to be via other peoples views of us, both individual human and mankind as a whole. An internal and general perspective that thought not in conflict, do not match.

Treeshapes. (lungs, genealogy, lightning) Forests.

The Living Daylight as a means of Energetic Transfer.

The 7th Belle, like the 6 before it was born in darkness, containing light. To pass on it's code and survive it knows it must leave the cave and find another Belle. The 7th Belle has the unfortunate condition of being allergic to natural light and so cannot leave the cave by normal means. It waits for something to enter the cave so it can become parasitic.

Years pass, eventually a young boy enters the cave looking for flowers for his sick mother. The 7th Belle, jumps into the boys mouth and is taken back to the village unseen. The village however is not home to a Belle, but 7 hears that an old man is heading to the cave of the Octocorn, the 8th Belle, and so 7 decides to jump into his body instead. But he cannot escape. His struggling to escape makes the young boy become distorted and red. He starts shaking violently and making a scene in the street, whereby the old man comes over to him and strikes him once on the back of head, subduing the boy and allowing the living daylight to conduct into him.

Now the old man knows something has stowed away in his head and decides that whatever it was that made the boy act in such a crazed way, must be a bad thing, and so instead of heading to the cave of the octocorn, he takes it to the top of a cliff and decides to interrogate it. The old man declares he can trap the belle in his staff and use him for his own means, upon this 7 cause the old man to beat himself to death and because noone is around, the living daylight is destroyed by natural light.

Salutations Ganesa

Things to discuss:

Flow: what it is and how it could work.
Archetypes
Collective Subconscious
how memory works
The concept of the concept of [ ]thingness
Apopheniatic symbols, coincidence, synchronicity
Chaos Magick
Art and Literature as evolutionary tools
idiocy
alchemy
the dropping marble (clink clink clink clink clink clink clinkclinkinkinkinkkkkkkk)
tesseracts and the extra dimensions.
historical, macrocosmic and microcosmic architecture
teachers - gurus - leaders - fathers - mothers - heroes
ANIMALS
mirrors/symmetry and the bit inbetween
NUMBERS
aliens
ghosts
cryptids
GODS and Prophets
The science of religion
Future History
STORYTELLING/STORIES
games/tricks/lies and videocake
GOOD VS EVIL -dualism - shadows/light TRIOISM
eating things once you get there means you can't go back
colours/colourblindness/synastaesia
the occult - angels/demos
hamlet as godawful naked truth
the veil -death
satan/paradise
ancient mariners as magnets
william blake as pattern
the power of words
the stupidity of language and its bonds.
the genius of language and it's bonds.
luck, fortune,
MADNESS
auspices - magpies/ravens/flying stuff
CRUCIVERBALISM teareading palms tarot CRUCIVERBALISM
laughter
zombies
genitals
skeletons
monster in my pocket - (SPRING HEELED JACK)
the ripper
childhood

The Incredible Shrinking Man

Who could also be the grinning man. Cryptid extraordinaire.

Deeper than atoms, within the 11th gap where electrons briefly migrate to, is us. The idea of 'all'. This is also the idea that YIN/YANG represents Trioism, not Dualism. And also that NOTHINGNESS is probably about 1% off being an accurate description for genuine [ ]ness. Undiluted [ ]thing cannot be thought of.

Apophenia

In an attempt to make our world building easier, we'll use this blog to collate our thoughts and ideas.

Magpies, the number 23 and the time 11:11 are good examples of apophenia, which is the "experience of seeing patterns or connections in random or meaningless data". Coincidence and synchronicity are part of this too. The fundamental question that it brings up is 'is there a secret architecture to the universe that can be known, and if known, manipulated or at least experienced from an external perspective'.

To think that there could be an architecture to EVERYTHING, would imply that the universe, it's exterior included, should all comprise of ONE blueprint or arena. Because rules on a quantum level change dramatically, it's feasable that there is an opposite to quantum where rules that we're aware of don't apply on an enormous scale. This being the 4th dimension/immateria/wonderland.

Quantum is merely the atoms of a wasp in a library.