webrynth

Coalcrystal~

2009-04-30T10:09:00.000-07:00

Hello or High? What ever level may you be at; gleetings!
I am a Conceptual Artist and Writer. I spend more time on the Art.
I love to write as well and here is a sample:
New Hempshire State Capitol Semetary of Oregon. Year of our Lineage Ordained(Lord) 2027. It is A Cold, Wet, pre-dawn morning...
"Grolm, Get that book of the mundain off of her chest. It emenates an aura that conflicts with our supernatural nature. Mere exposure to it can sap our Magigotha...the power of our legend wavers to myth in the vicinity of its pressence. Its not that its a bad book for them, we'll replace it when this Exert Sieze concoeludes."
"Do you have to talk in such criptic and arcaine wrinkle-toungue Poppet?"
"Don't hail me like some witches Doll Grolm, I'm a bonefied Sprite Now. I escaped that sorceress long ago and have been a living flame in the Monarchy of the Fadeless for a tenth of a galactic year(260 years)."
"I know Chorelsea; but you were a poppet none the Less."
"Don't you Patronise me Grolm. Just because your so much older than me; does'nt give you that right. She turned me in to save her Hide during the Inquisition; I was burned at the Stake."
"Like the Name poppet. Fits you as a nick name. 'Sides; 'ts the basis for your Faeform...'f you are bitter to it why not sequester a conduit Mother to infantize into the World of the Mundaine?"
"Are you daft Grolm? I don't wanna go back there. Not now, while there destroying there own futures."
"There are those of them whom 'ave been tacking more than measures."
"Lets just keep to the task List OK Grolm. I'm running out of Tallow"
"I've abundant amounts of Pitch, you could sap some off it."
"No way! That stuff is too volitile! Now would you hold out the Lantern over her, I can't see past my own light in this dismal drop drip."
"Wow, what a star lit Moon. She must have been very Beughtifull in Life."
"You always find them pleasant Grolm, it's a wonder you have'nt been transmografied into a Demon to seep to the Netherealms"
"Lust is not the source of my admiration Poppet. It's sereine appreciation, thats all. Mmmmn. Theres Gold in the Netherealms...Dangerous, but mayhaps we could go there after this Task is complete. 'Ts been many a Nocturn since I've eaten a long sustaining Meal."
"Maybe we could Grolm, but I'm not venturing down there unless we take Bandyback with us."
"Bandyback! But he's one of those Dirty Brownies!" Pleck! Worm Eaters!"
"Bandyback or we don't go...Brownies are the strongest for their sise and they're quick too. Besides old bumblebee eater Knows the Underground like you know the maze of Crick Backs and Reaver Gallows."
"yeah, ah s'pose he would be envoyable."
"Now now there Grolm will you get that overly blessed book off her breast?"
"Hey Chorelsea, maybe we should have Flit accompany us as well."
"No Grolm, He's too simpleminded, and not serious enough. He'd overlook the implications of the Netherealms and have us noticed before we could get Past the Dwarven StrongHolders that populate the and guard Entrances."
"How did you learn so much Poppet? Your barely 260 years old."
"Actually; I'm older Grolm."
"Yeah, bet we Fae don't count the time we invest in Hyberstasus."
" I have studied alot with Bronwyne and Gwendolyne when Hyldah covorts with the lowly Prince. Each thyme she goes she ages. Her recovery take Herb as well. I adventure then as well."
"We must replace the book of Holly, so don't toss it far Grolm."
"She's not Beughtiful Grolm, You are. Look at you. Your Heart is a living Catfish. Your body is sparkling of Quicksand and Moon blue Clay. I could go on and on about the intricacies of your phenomenesk. Humans don't have phenomenesk. They're realy rather Plain."
"Your just jealous."
"Of a Human? Bah! I abhore the Idea."
"Yeah, Guess I don't smell like muck in Bogmush either."
"I don't think your Grandsister Silt would take placid to you being so in a mesmer over an Ordinary. Besides she's Dead!"
" Yeah but her Spirit is still in transit."
" Thats right. And if'n we can obsolve some of the imbalance of her death before it reaches the Primordeal Core. The Issuers of the Four watch towers won't be as displeased and ther'll be less repricussions throughout the Realms."
" I still think tinkering with their lives is a mistake."
" Bronwyne, Hylde and Gwendolyne have not been around as long as they have for nothin' Grolm. It's orchestrating acts such as these that has kept the Hell Hounds from harrying their bodies to the loiterers of Decay."
" Silt says they still hav'nt mastered their mortality."
" Yeah well Silt smells of river Mint and Watercress and you were born of a flash struck Flood! C'mon lets get this over with. Do you got the slippery Slime that old phungew brewed for us?"
" Uh, yep it's right here in my Cloak Plucket."
" I don't know why you insist on wearing that outfit. It's not likely we'd run into an Ordinary at this hour. At leaste it is'nt stinky. " snuff-snif "smells like Fireflower and Wood Raddish. Welp, here goes..."
"Now remember Grolmrush, no touching and do as I say. The Hnornags have given me control of this mistscion."
" Oh for Hevains stake, will you just get in the Corpse already. I'm not into necrophelia! And would you please keep your unuciation a little less cryptic. On the comprehensive; it's mission not mistscion."
" What Ever. We are what we are. Our language is different. It has to be. I'm going in. Don't forget to place the lit Canlde over her birth scarr. If she does'nt animate before it burns out you'll have to reach down her throat and pull me out."
"I hope this works. I don't think my hand is small enough to fit down her throat."
" Do'nt worry Grolm this is a perfect Charm. Never fails. Before you know you'll be looking into her eyes at me. Here goes..." Squirm-twitch...
As you could probly tell from reading a sample of my work; my Spirit dwells between here and a place abounding with all manner of possabilities. I have a direct tap on the sacred Kegg of the Cabal, and my Chalice is overflowng! Get your Muggs ready and bring the Blood in your Bones over to the Hearth in Heaven where the Patron of Deities; the Story Teller of Ghod Resides! For here you will hear him in such a way as to actually live it!
"Transpirations through the Womb of Creation,
Hear Me, The Tailor of Tales; Hevowoven. Our Mother Who Art the Body of Heavan.
Bessed Virgin, Forever pregnant or emulating the Vaccume of Her infinite Chasity. Unatainably beughtiful in her Holy grace..."

And a few more ramblings olong those lines:

Perhaps the God Head is not a being unto itself. Maybe it is a position at the center of creation guarded by the seven holy angels (Gabriel, Raphael, Michael, etc.). Possibly the white Universe with Black stars where all children unknowingly drink of light.Heavanly Grace measures All. Maybe when a spirit is allowed a Seat in Heavan, they are guided there buy the Gaurdians during the fourty days of their spiritual transition. Perhaps their spirits are small enough to pass through to become infants in the next life. Or perhaps they must sit in the throne and sweat their excesses before passage from Amenti? How long would you want to know suffering? Only long enough to have a reason to come back will be good enough for one I suppose. Possibly; those pure of heart would fit through like a perfectlty sised granual. Perchance it is while enduring this location that one has the opportunity to endeavor the Emerald Tablet meditation for regressionless progression (reincarnational memory). Or could it be at the moment the Physical Body relinquishes its work to sustain the quiet light of ones boundless spirit. One could perceveer to accomplish at both opportunities and pray for the best. Who is the Usher? Could it be Michael? Does such a Primordeal Block house exist in the all of Creation?

And thanks to Chris Farrell; I'll through this in for good measure="I wish to live ever as to derive my satisfactions and inspirations from the commonest events, every-day phenomena, so that what my senses hourly perceive, my daily walk, the conversation of my neighbors, may inspire me, and I may dream of no heaven but that which lies about me."-Thoreau

Replacement Post for Wallace...

2007-09-12T10:26:00.000-07:00

Forget about transparency Unless you've stepped on a translucent fungile jelly. Instilled the eiriness you might get when everything goes quiet all of the sudden. Imagine Hiking alone and stepping on something so foreign and unheard of as what this was.

Let's see... Hmmmn... What else do the Akashic records want to reflect, hiding the depths.

They are throwing those paper sperm fireworks outside...the music in here...couldn't ask for a better selection...leave it to small city coffee shops. But that's not from the Akashic Records.
There is a guy Picketing outside my work for worker rights. He's been getting work and then sueing places for years....One of my Co-Workers Googled his name and found him to be involved numerous court cases throughout the years. It's just that the place he is picketing has had such a positive history... It kind of eats me up that they he would do something like this to a place with such a good history. Grrr...hmumsgub!

Anyways I better let you go so you can get your fill of main stream news.
UNT~

Stirring the Cosmic Dust & Sifting the Path of Creation.

2007-07-16T13:12:00.000-07:00

Please Vote for my T-Shirt!

2007-01-06T15:44:00.000-08:00

Please vote for my T-shirt again(if you can find a way) .

2006-10-30T10:52:00.000-08:00

HEED!

2006-03-14T09:39:00.000-08:00

Pay No Heed to that last post there. Just read the one on time travel; 'Cause it Rocks The House!

Declaration of independence and Unity.

2006-01-25T08:00:00.000-08:00

We the people of the United Nations of the World
Hold this Truth to be self Evident. At one with the Universe,
we hold ourselves in separation so that we may share in Diversity.

On Time Travel

2005-11-17T19:25:00.000-08:00

"I'm like a messanger RNA. Working with Transcriptase, I travel through Time like it's a DNA Strand. Two Streams of Conciousness. Positive and Negative running side by side throughout experience. The Rungs in Cosmic DNA are bridges(most often comprised of Emotion), from one Realm of Time to Another. Back and Forth; we all have our Ups and Downs. Consider it a bit for playing for Shutes and Ladders. It's my Job to Designate what is Junk DNA. The Junk Yard being a map of where not to go and what not to do.

Exploring the Dead ends in the Universal gene Pool can be Dangerous. The TWO major Streams of Conciencious Time line are : One; at war for, and, Two playing for : the Mobius.

A reacurring constant yeilding the capacity for mutaional change.

There are roughly four Phantom Time lines that can be used or abused. These pages are disguised to be yellowed with age. When in actuality; they are as fresh and new as the Sun lit morning Dew. In kind, heralding from other Dimentions. Dimentions meaning that both Streams and their accompanying Rivulets function within the Law of opposites; as such Di-mention. Phonetical derition much like Mediating action from meditation. Within this Lattice Work of Divine DNA the possibilities are endless.

But they must be sought out. The only Place or Places where to the Law of opposites does not apply is in the Primordeal Core and or the measured Time and Place of a Mobius. Another way to gain Understanding over the Phenomenon of a Mobius is to numerologicaly and astronomicaly ascertain/prophesye the conjunction and be at the xross roads when two or more lines Coalesce.

One must always be feeling for the next rung, for Telomeirs do abound and exist. From that point on; it's a one way Rivulet Through the Primordeal Core; The Last Experience = peice-fullness.

It's good to have a Skeleton Key. One Emotion leads to another. G+C-A+G-C+U-T+G- etc. Transforming Via an Overview of one possible Cycle of Emotions. Love, speaks for Itself. Sorrow, Child leaves home. Too Lust for something new. Fear, of that new change. Anger, the bolt won't come loose 'cause the nut is stuck! Peace, loose nut. Hate = boredom.
In the Center of this cycle is Humor. If one can Hop Tracks before the Heart is poisoned by too much of one or another; perhaps the body won't be forced to react on instinct(thus time Travel). I.e.: a Scopion, ringed by fire; will commit Sepuku, before allowing itself to burn to Death(so I hear). Perhaps fire even eats Spirit? At any rate, better perhaps to change ones self than risk bringing harm to an other. That is; if its not life or death. This I beleive to be the easyest way to travel from one Time stream to another. If Gods' House is locked; it might be usefull to have a set of lockpicks.

The other Rivulets of Angel, Daemon\, Faeire, Elemental\, Human, Animal\, Plant, Celestial Body etc.. Though no less Real, are purelly conjecture best left up to the Imagination."

Affore: a quote of Joseph Smileys' Hand written Works.

For more information to Tricks of Time Travel find the Author. Please do not selicit me as an intermediary.

True Tale

2005-10-18T11:02:00.000-07:00

I Saved this guys sandwich, and as the Seaguls ploop reined down; I took that Ghastly bite into my mouth(1982~Sea World).

Bhodi Tree

2005-09-19T13:25:00.000-07:00

A little poem/essay I wrote a few years ago.

2005-09-10T23:04:00.000-07:00

Toil

2005-09-10T22:52:00.000-07:00

Taken with cheap 20$ digital Camera.

Webrynth

2005-09-09T20:58:00.000-07:00

Mess with the Bull, you get the Ball of Yarn?...