Last night as I saw outside in my cactus garden with Wendy - the first night it's been warm enough to do so this year - I found myself slipping into a deep gnosis with Orlando, until the assemblage point was reached where there was essentially no difference between us.  Impossible to describe this to anyone who  has not experienced it.  Words ( Read more... )

 In Dreaming...

I am standing face to face with Orlando, but he has taken on my own face and form.  My sense is that this is to avoid the paradox of "the sorcerer who comes face to face with his double is a dead sorcerer."  But no matter...  I know it is "him" even though it appears as "me".  Cool trick.

He says to me, "Death is a position of the ( Read more... )