Transmission Aimed at Unknown (Person, Place, Psyche [Mine Own?])
Having looked back upon old interactions, and trying to fathom some relevance to the present state, there is the suggestion of the development of a new (personal) mythology--once referenced in song, as the building of a mystery. Formerly, in a single instance, the first initial was interpreted not as name but as Creator, an identity which at the time seemed well descriptive. Lately though, in the fallout, such "inflations of ego" (condemned by Authority and the Office of Common Sense) have been discarded. The "realization" come upon in trying to divine the meaning of a psychosis which remains obsessive is that there is no solid physical rift separating that brief glow with the current state of lethargy (trying to trump it through wordplay, as habit/technique of old). No, there is a bridge (preserved on nearby database) which exists--documentary evidence of the inner going-ons of the Self since departed (illusion, perhaps, instead a reconfiguring) coupled with external reflection oft unintelligible, but he likes it so). The material has been lately referenced, and from it the key themes of the Eleventh Letter and the Doubled Numeric have been synthesized into the keynote of the present task (the building, wherein one must dig to resurrect the Stone which was forcibly rejected [pills, pills]). The sigil (11:K:11) is to be scrawled on paper and kept in the wallet, oft pulled out and studied, and from its barest frame an interior theology must be erupted. Must be erupted, as a segment of salvation. This statement of purpose is so posted (degraded emulation of 95 Theses) as to light a beacon--Why, exactly, one does not quite know, but perhaps if only to give proper due to the ever-lurking inspiration (so hastily dismissed and repressed for its closeness to the dead flame of mania) and bring the cycling back 'round to the place where it started (in a literary/communicative sense, begun twenty days after the fact). The evolution takes place elsewhere (In a space, mine), but one must at least attend to the smoldering and give a few breaths. So mote it be, as the witches might say.
[Also considering that the Other might have been a hidden aspect of my own mind, thus the evidence details a talking-to-self, which in a way is just as magickal]
K is not a Person; K is an Idea.
K is not a Person; K is an Idea.