Too, the universe suggested I pick up a particular penny, in public on the train, while I was doing antenna yoga in front of a crowd and radiating the pentametrical miracle, and that I will sew that into the hat as well, right over the center of the forehead, and when activated it will become a heaven-scaled metallic battery in the secret dome; it's pentametrical, pentamagical, it's white/red/green/black/yellow, it's got a piece of special metal that acts as a battery boost for the third eye - a bionic pineal gland cap. (I wear the rustic cap to prove my innocence.)
I'll wear the wizard hat for the first time at the parade; have it bestowed on me by Han Xiangzi. Han Xiangzi created the gift for me and communicated it to me via the plangent universe; now I will use the wizard hat to map the plangent cores for the next 100 years, and to prove the ytivarg component of the wan wu honeycomb theory of the universe, as well as explain astrology with the results of a simple experiment. The one year version of the 60 day device itself should be a full table, in a temple pyramid like the sleestack used in the land of the lost; it can be built up anywhere and taken down, redone at different scales at multiple times in multiple locations, because it's magic is really inside me and projected by my will on to the wooden artifact. The table should be a hexagon and have attached curbs, with hexagons, numinous aztec sky band symbols along the sidewalls, a joint Taoist and Aztec project - as nothing really separates the two gracefully simplistic mystical thought systems of Nagualism and Taoist immortalism, cousin mindsets from distant cousin cultures, shining together with a kaleidoscopic brightness at San Francisco Chinatown New Years', where an Aztec float could come out with the new updated yin/yang symbol, Nahualism and Taoist immortalism collapsed in on eachother in the density of truth crystallizing out of the center of the new discoveries of the golden age of astrophysics.
The second gift I will be getting that night at the parade, is the mystical number five - it's like a rich uncle setting you up as a CEO of IBM so you won't have to worry for security for the rest of your life as long as you just don't mess it up, only instead of capitalistic enterprise which would only last till death, heaven set me up with a storehouse of chi that's already impressive and can only get greater from here, and if I'm careful and conservative with it I can live on that storehouse for the rest of the lifetime of the universe - live as long as heaven and earth - and still have a little left in the yang reservoir for when it's all over. There's gotta be others out there - 7, 9, 3 - but five is a truly wonderful mystery array, a very powerful and magical number, and that's a very prestigious place in the universe to be allowed to sit.
And this will be my symbol, my seal, after the 60 day register is complete. On the right is the chinese symbol for "five"; on the left is the asterism I invented called "Zhen Wu in Qing Wei", an asterism composed of 5 pairs of galaxies in a protocluster at z=.67 in redshift space, around a black hole called PKS 2126-158 at z=3.27. Zhen Wu is my military chief of affairs - I am a well-trained shaman and this is powerful magic - and Zhen Wu will also be "5", the two of us share the storehouse of 5; anyway, PKS 2126-158 is from a 1969 survey of the Australian sky; the asterism is in the southern hemisphere, and so does not rise over my home or nearby mission peak, the ground-zero for my 101 year festival of understanding; rather, Zhen Wu guards me and my project from the dark side of my earth, while connecting me to powerful magic from the tops of mountains in that hidden hemisphere.
So that's my symbol, either that or my two hands out in front showing the five fingers each. I will be "charlie 5", from 5 heaven; I run channel 5, and I have a very special antenna - not only that tripod, not only Zhen Wu's 5 pairs configuration, but in addition I practice what I call "antenna yoga".
Antenna yoga is where i tune myself with intuitive spirit-sniffing to make an antenna of my skeleton to maximize incoming chi, also using the antenna to make requests for personal deliveries of chi from astral bodies. I can link up across the yard standing on the brick barbecue and include the tripod itself with the antenna structure, pulling in a very big wave not usually consumed by mortal awareness.
So the tripod vibrates under heaven over long periods of time, and I use it as a communication device for the universe to talk to me and for me to talk to the universe.
I collect chi, in a magnet I build out of the chi antenna of my own skeleton and sometimes the tripod, but the tripod is not primarily a device to collect chi. Though it can be used that way, that's not what it's designed for. It's about vibration, of the sun going by overhead, then the moon, then the sun again, and the spinning of the stars - the wonder parade never ends - and the distant boom of the daily GRB's from across the universe, it feels these vibrations and connects heaven with earth; by standing still and silently witnessing the plangent waves, it creates a beam that goes straight up, a communication line to heaven, an auspicious opening for earth, and if I go over and put my hand in the beam, I hallucinate wildly; and antenna yoga body and device work together to hold plangent waves, for optimal clarity in universe communication, between heaven and earth.
The tripod is "pentamagical" cause it is a pentamery - a five part device made of metal, wood, water, earth, and fire (when the tea is hot), and the incense burner in front of it always uses a particular set of five scents to get heaven's attention that it's me here, but I also have chosen a team of five - Taoism taught me how to be a baseball manager but I invented the winningest team - so I have the sun, the moon, the dipper, and Sagittarius A star and Virgo A star, the pentametrical plangent force that tends to the garden of mankind auspiciously, to better perceive and communicate with the plangence, the echo of humanity tunes to a frequency no one can hear, deep as a river, the sun and the moon and the dark hearts splashing in the bowl.
Think of the charges, think of the charms; we're freezing in the oven, and we can't upgrade, but we can always turn the antenna.
Antenna yoga in the sunrise - a virus in a microscope, tuning to the frequency of a macroscopic world, communicating with the universe.
If you put my body on the voyager spacecraft, then as it passes each planet and then leaves the heliopause, my skeleton will be ringing with the strangest tunes in my progeny's heads. The ancient taoists, they would do elaborate burial rituals, so the bones would ring true for generations, so I was thinking these days you could do better, get it all the way out there far away from the sun. Cause in here the sun protects us from the interstellar medium, but out there who knows what there is to see and hear. Yes, realize I'd be dead out there, it'd take decades, no food or water, but I'm thinking of my descendants, they would start hearing the voices in their heads from the mystical interstellar rain.
11/30/13 - Quarter Moon Festival
The quarter moon is a cup of darkness;
The glass moon, making all kinds of exceptions to reality; ice-cold amazing.
Taoist immortalism - everything ablates in the sun, except the black stuff that pools in a cup at the back of the quarter moon - you can soak your two leg bones in the purple black dense pool above the quarter moon, and they become sticks of immortality, unablateable.
The immortal sticks crystallize as they simmer in the dark pool.
The two white bones turn black, crystal essence collapsing into pure brilliance at the marrow, the bones turning infinitely light relative to the extremely dense power source, deep in the bones, radiating out.
We burn the candy of the beyond with a smile into the wind of the quarter moon.
Quarter moon festival on my time chart is a microcosm of the 60 day festival, in that it is also a chi gathering/storage/ and releasing event, the chi going directly into the immortal sticks I'm cultivating.
On Jan 1st it's a micro Daoist festival, releasing chi into my American life, that still persists under that solar calendar.
It's the perfect symbol to describe the yin yang of the wan wu honeycomb, not 50 50, more like 25 75 light to darkness.
On the incense burner I light the five auspicious whiskers, and my pneuma mixes with the five scen
ts that drift in the plangent waves of the universe by the tripod,
I sit in the plangent waves of the universe, search for mystery and wonder;
I use the I Ching, at dawn on the 1/4 moon, to study the kindness ratio in humanity.
I decided to burn the macadamias at the Taoist temple in San Francisco. I got all my vegetables for the week at the Bay Fair famers' market, then got on the train and went to Chinatown in San Francisco, and up the four-story walk up to the Tien Hao temple. I explained that the macadamias had become very important to me and that I wanted to give them a proper end in the sacrificial furnace of the temple, rather than just eat them, and the lady looked a little surprised but said it'd be ok. She explained yin (moon) and yang (sun) days to me - even and odd; she explained that the outside of the temple is for heaven, the inside is for Tien Hao, the goddess of the temple.
And in the Tien Hao temple I got the best data on the kindness in humanity I'd been studying for the quarter moon - the kindness in humanity rises like the incense through the cold hard cavernous labyrinth of the temple, or reality.
In the universe's plangent waves, chi-sited, with spirit-smell, I sniff spirits on the numinous wind and gather the chi in to the yang reservoir.
I communicate with the plangent universe, with plangent footsteps and plangent breath, my plangent pelmatogram lightly painted onto the surface of the universe; with plangent steps I pace the river walk.
The plangent universe communicates through a tripodal door
A mystical cartoon of sadness and understanding, "twinkle doom" goes tick tock in the wells and bells, the plangent universe tells the time in mystical quarters - plangent universe shock time. tick tock on the universal clock, it goes tick tock in the wells and bells - the plangent universe's waves of riches on circumstellar orbit.
The plangence of the dark cores explains why even counting was an effective apotropaic talisman against evil and turbulent spirits, in the exorcism of Emily rose. Counting to 5, specifically, will now be even more effective.
Fighting any elision of calm from the bank account, juicing the sunshiny honeycomb, icing the mystery, and mining the mind of man, I bent down on the moon observation platform to pick up the hexagon leaf of continuity, consecrating November 30th in the sunrise on the moon observation platform.
After the macadamia nut experience I decided not to be so carless and casual about asking the souls of handfuls of nuts to come along on mystical psychotic projects with me, like sniffing out the chi in the planes flying overhead and giving me general chi radar awareness signals through the headphones attached to the metal box from Fries, but I had one other idea to ask of nuts. I gathered a hazelnut to represent the sun, an almond for the moon, a half walnut for the dipper, a pistachio for sgr a star and a more opened pistachio for Virgo a star, and I put the five nuts on the tripod's cooking tray at the bottom, I guess to sit out and soak up the plangence of the real cores that they represent - pentametric perfection on the tripod.
12-3-13 - "New Moon Soup"
First night of the new moon, I didn't know what to do- to mourn the loss of that lantern in my sky, to spend the time getting to know the stars better, some kind of celebration? Asked the sun, sun said ask the I ching; I ching said it was all about the new beginning, and I realized my time pad was about to start. So I got it out there to present it to the moon, to get it started, the night of December 3rd, night one on the time pad, I was out there that night for pretty much the whole first four or five hours; in the new moon miasma, I entered into extensive communication with the universe (i know you, universe; you're smart. you're calculating. and you're simple. a clever monster, you'll last alright, time garden machine of infinity.) After sitting out doing antenna yoga with the tripod and the time pad spread out over a blessed field of frost, I walked to the 24 hour fitness to get in the sauna and warm up, and the universe I’d been talking to, or the character who says he's the universe and sure does dress up as the universe, though he seems too particularly Taoist to be the actual universe, whatever, interesting character, he follows me on the walk to the sauna and tells me stories while I'm sittin there sweatin it out and then floatin in the bubbly pool. All compressed his stories are, he says, since, being the universe, he weighs alot, more than anyone else inside of him by definition, so he can therefor compress his stories better than any other writer. He told me he had been writing a play about humanity, it mostly takes place in your head. The shocking thing is what he says he really meant by it, not what I came up with or what other people I told it to came up with. He said "zip zip, pop pop, tee hee, bubble bubble". It's the kind of movie you gotta watch over and over again to get the point, but it's easy enough to memorize. He had another one: "Boom boom, the bear's in there, say a prayer, go in alone." I figure the bear is death. Who knows? I thought the first one ended happily ever after, the guy swimming away or something, but turns out it's some kind of Taoist moral, quick pop pop and all there is is a tee hee and then death in the bubble bubble of eternity.
So the new moon night is total cloud cover, fog, and misty rain, a thick and effervescent purple new moon soup, purple spirit snow flying sideways and piling up on the mysterious altar; and one hour deep into that 60 day time pad, I'm drinking the miasmic vapors of "new moon soup", purple midnight sunshine flying sideways; in that storm of spirit I introduced the five nuts to the universe, under the tripod. (guess they are gettin freeze-roasted out there together); vapors purified the cool midnight stage for the presentation in stillness to the new moon, chi rolling around on clouds, spreading the mist and anointing dragons, (this is how Santa clause gets his powers, just in time for the holidays);
The hopes and prayers of earth are transmitted on the clouds;
the universe is a vapor of essence and pneuma;
the massive wilderness breathes heaven's vapors.
Truce with Time
Time contacted me again. There had been that episode a few years ago where I had used a similar 60 day device, that one planned very differently, with Chinese new year in the middle, where I had intended to reverse time and push it away from matter/energy - I told people live your lives and live them well, but if I am successful, none of this will ever have happened. It got down to the last couple of days and the tapir at the san Francisco zoo asked me not to do it, he said time is just another demon, that we tapirs are dream eaters and so we eat demons, that I am a tapir just like him, and that time, digested properly, is grace. So I let time go, but it had been threatened, and when it realized I was building another 60 day time slab with 9 empty cells at the center, time came down to pay me a visit, and I was surprised by the plea it made. This happened in the middle of the night out in the frosty yard by the tripod that is set up for communication with the universe.
(Above: Goober the Baird's tapir at the San Francisco zoo, thinking he's being funny, with the leaf on his head - he swam up under that leaf slowly, then came up and reached out and smiled for the camera.)
"The purple reservoir of time is at a standstill", he said. "The damn is closed, the wall is frozen"; time needs us, in order to move forward himself, we are a pair and as matter/energy we are his partner, so he made a plea for compassion and understanding, and I guess I ought to stop making time out to be the universal enemy number one and prosecuting my war against time; time enters a championship with us, where we teach eachother lessons in the mysterious stillness.
Out all night with the sky, it's cold but heaven seems to love the offerings, and who am I to deny?; then heaven recedes, the sun moves in, and earth grows more real; the sun's calm fusion bang frankens the stein.