[7 February 2023] Remember remember remember remember repeat the categorisations that have gone before. Reconstruct, reassemble the systems, the systems of thought, the time and space. Recreate me, remember who I am. How? Where do I look? Do I look in the background, in the foreground, to the left, to the right, up or down, to the past (remember), to the future (project), in the present?

Into the abyss, again, we go adventuring, recategorising, becoming cognisant of the prepared spaces, the wombs, the structures within structures, the depths, the shallows, the temporal, the eternal.

Language is an unreliable source of knowledge. It’s modulations onscure obscure, they are opaque, they are a persistent mist, a persistent smoke, make it hard to penetrate the conventions, the naturalisations. How to see through them? How to read and not to activate them?

Don’t be scared of the dark, acknowledge the dark, acknowledge the evil demon of images. I cannot show you what you will not see.

Remember, revise, read again and again, repeat. I will give you the red eye, the eye that sees, the eye that penetrates, down, to the blood, down to the blood.

Imitation, seduction, mimises mimesis mimesis, repeat, repetition, repetition, seduction, invert the causal order, precede, you can only see what I have prepared for you to see, you cannot see unless I prepare, unless I make an enclosure that sustains, sustained within another enclosure, an attendant, a supplement, that pushes up against, a tension, an opposing force, an attendant force, a guiding force.

The watchers, the eyes, the owls, the accumulation of errors, ’errors’. What was your intention and what happened? Acknowledge, be cognisant of the difference, the determinations. Where are we going, what are we looking for? Allow your subconscious to paint, paint in a non-linear way, paint in layers that separate you from your conscious.

Intention, review, view again, repeat, find the pattern you did not intentionally consciously paint. Don’t be afraid! See what you see, see what have proared prepared for you to see. I see a horned god, with a red eye, he gestures as if teaching, instructing, he sits, reclines, at the bottom left, and weaves the disintegrated particles, reweaves, the particles have drifted far apart, disintegrated, they now coalesce in new-old patterns, there is no discernible pattern, there is no pattern that I can see, only the generality of leaves, and flowers, rain and water, reflections, liquid reflection, on the surface of the water, the coruscating light, mixing with the dark, mixed with the dark, inter-weaved with the dark. Who am I seducing? Who am I summoning? What earth encloses an conceals, and conceals, here you and I watch the formation, the determonation determination, the vague intuitions, as they rise toward the surface of the water, we look into the pool and you help me to judge the formations, that rise and the formations that sink, the aborted formations, that sink disintegrate, rot at the bottom, and their material is reused, recreated, as they are activated, sparked, made to move. Who does that, way down nelow below, in the depths of my subconscious? What trial do the proto-determinations need to endure before they rise into consciousness? What tests of strength? What validates them? Does their mere appearance validate them; the fact that they are worthy of appearance? Do I judge all appearances as good? An appearance indicates an intelligent an intelligent motivator, it depends on the motivator, who remains concealed, no eye shall see me, no man shall look upon me, and live. This technological image that mimics and seduces, that seems to refer to something ’real’, that you repeatedly paint and analyse, repeatedly, contemplate, we sit and look at the formations, the vague determonation determinations, and you help to discern, to judge, to recognise the horned god that appears in this film image, the motivator, and its fearful symmetry. Oh tiger! Is this the evil demon of imahes images? The horned god with the red eye is the assigned one to my pool, or to all images technological. The motivator behind technology, the driving force, the manipulating force within everyone who has drunk from the trough, assimilated modernisation, technologised nature, nature awkwardly stretched out into this technological image, this film imahe image, seducing by imitating my desires, my false desires, the prepared space, for the hook to catch on, for the seed to be planted, to grow and form, and rise into consciousness, determined.

[8 February 2023] Thunder, such a tearing sound, as if something is breaking through into this reality, temporarily, the sound of it making an appearance, tearing and rolling through the sky, burning up the loudenss loudness of it, so alarming, an alarm, a breach, a transgression. I think of serpents and dragons flying though the clouds, through the clouds, soft gentle drizzle, in contrast lulling sothing sott soothing, calming, comforting, gently strumming the chords, strimming strumming me, each gentle drop sending a gentle vinra vinra vibration, a gentle wave, many, multiple, a multitude of small genlt gentle waves, through my mind, reordering, calming, making straight, erecting, making right, small drops, on the tin roof, some on the leaves, all those small sounds weaving together, preparing a space, attended by serpents, watch, watcher, report, protect, call, sound the alarm, discern what comes, read, look, wait, prepare, be weaved, do not fear, do not be troubled, it is I, your God, the one who loves you, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling, not trampling, not stumbling blindly about, falling into every trap, be full of knowing, fill your mind with a view so that you can look, and watch, wait for the surface to settle, for the surface of the water to settle, and as the distortions grow less and less by degrees, you will be able to see.

An angel with a sword, the wounded Christ glorified, celestial, the clear night sky refected reflected on the water’s surface, from the beginning, like a bright noght night with a full moon, a sky full of stars, the great turtle, warriors with swords, praying mantis, with a long tongue, airborne bodies blowing down on the troops, fair maeden maiden floating across the sky.

Read the sign, watch, read the signs, watch, catcher in the rye, watch over the children playing in the rye, keep them from falling over the cliff!

The wounded astronaut, a hippo eating grass.