• This is the only story of mine whose moral I know. I don’t think it’s a marvelous moral; I simply happen to know what it is: We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be. Kurt Vonnegut
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More Realms Noodling

Given that I have a whole pile of crap in my head and a native facility for making ridiculous cross-connections, the fact that I have seven realms is trying to cross up with the kabbalah (there being seven realms below the triad of sephira that cannot be effed), and of course that is totally wrong.

One of the things about that model is that it’s often used for ascension – the idea that the material stage is so very removed from Ein Soph, and that one must climb up through all these other worlds in order to get from Here to There, and…

But that’s not how it works for me. (And that’s one of the things I ponder with the models of scene of the Worlds of Norse cosmology, the idea that you’ve got Hel down at the bottom and Asgard up at the top and some people arrange them like beads on a string, or other things, and I just… these are too tidy.)

It’s … resonant frequencies, or something. Seeing otherworlds is a matter of getting the harmonics right, the right hum, not this distant travel. It’s not distant, it’s all a little rotation of reality away, the shape of things, and I don’t know how to make the words work on this yet.

But the thing about the prismatic forms of the gods I deal with is that the same Being is there, in each one, even if I’m dealing with one or another colour broken out, and sometimes the colours are superimposed over each other and it’s two or more realms at the same time and that’s not really how to shape it if they’re separated in some meaningful way. Gel filters over the light, but the light is the same, and if you combine filters you get something more complicated.

Don’t get my started on polarisation.

This is rambly gibberish, but it’s where I am right now. Eventually I’ll sort my shit out and do something productive like write poetry about it rather than pull my hair out and make incoherent blog posts.

1 comment to More Realms Noodling

  • Harmonics is a good word to describe the way it feels when to pathwalk, the intentional overlap of here and elsewhere (as opposed to leaving the body, which I have different words for). It’s hard to metaphor it the more encompassing it gets, I think.