Call of the Unknown

A Creative Visualisation

A cure for writers block, inability to focus on a task at hand. To open your mind by breaking down the walls created by anxiety and life in general.

That’s why I have compiled a list of visualisations and meditations (begin to visualise as you continue reading and allow your thoughts to stray in any direction, and therefore seek the weaknesses in the wall blocking you) this little visualisation is not meant to be anything ‘religious’ or meant to reach a so-called ‘higher-state’ …it’s little something I’ve written to help you reawaken a bit of creativity, And I hope it helps you along when you try to write, but just don’t feel up to it ( it’s a good visualisation if you want to kind of ‘reset’  and calm yourself…it’s a refresher.)

Without further ado:

“Creativity comes when we are Shaken from our rigid mindset”-TheChimera

The purpose of this meditation is to relax and subdue the chaotic interior into clarity, without taming your impulses, become the eye of the storm which around rages a hurricane of creativity. Be a catalyst to which all things are drawn .like static in the air before that storm, the smell of rain on the wind, alighting the senses to an almost predatory alertness, you shake with a mixture of fear and exhilaration as the cacophony of thunder draws near on the horizon.

The light flashes in a shadow of ominous clouds, Triggering recollection of something you thought lost. Awe.

Briefly you see an image outlined by the light in the sky and you know immediately that your being watched… you stand in the open, naked, alone and vulnerable. When the rain comes, you welcome it wholeheartedly …something draws near

Padding on silent feet …The unknown circles you as its prey…, you feel its eyes on you , digging into you so intently that you cannot help but feel an almost, juvenile violation…It weighs your worth, Disregarding your now fragmented self-image.

Hushed by its Authority. You hold your breath...and wait

 It’s Cold-calculating  intelligence, measuring your every feature…the low rumble of Its voice whispers secret knowledge, it offers understanding. It offers Clarity.

At a price,

 You must survive its trials, and its assessment of your ability to wield its gift.

Are the  rewards greater than the risks?…the risk of being forever irrevocably marred by what you will see?

 The clarity is there, just beyond your reach, like a flicker of something moving in a dark room…just at the tip of your fingers, at your peripheral vision… The Unknown draws closer, so close, you can smell it. It smells mercurial and alien, like empty space. The Scent of its presence overwhelming you, drawing you in like a fly…You will be its student…You can hear its voice…closer now…A voice like crackling flames, with a hint of a hiss, like rising steam. Its presence is overpowering, staring you down. Daring you, to take up the challenge. You stand at a crossroads.

Apprehension building inside of you, an overflowing well, bursting. The Unknown shakes your very conscious, Its voice rises to a roar, Like the heating core of a volcano, you can feel its presence emanating toward you, pressing you closer to the edge of the cliff. Images of your dashed and broken and body flash into your mind…What if you fall?! And the prey that you are, gasps for familiarity and comfort struggling against the All-ambient presence of the Unknown, it scoffs at your cowardice. You are only its prey, its humble student,

   For now…

It casts your Illusions of safety aside, With an electric Nova The Unknown edges you closer. One final blast sending you over. It lets loose a psionic scream that echoes inside your scull, reverberating throughout your nerves and synapses, driving you over the edge of your wit.

You plummet.

Crashing through layers of an ethereal, planar world.

The sound of its voice rages above your panic. And you turn to its faceless Embrace

Reach outward, upward towards an infinite space… a space so unimaginably vast it dwarfs you into irrelevance…a space so infinite, that it becomes an intimidating, imposing nothing… it’s the elegant mechanism of stars… where time slips by, drop by drop and a fury of ages dances a dance of creation and destruction, within an endless cycle

…The heavens open, and the trickle of rain becomes a downpour that comes crashing down… Drink It in greedily…hungry for more of the Unknown, Fill yourself… be Reborn, sated…The Tide rises…you cannot control it, rising as the water pulls you, wrenching you away from the shore, from everything you know… forming into a cosmic tidal-wave towering above you, casting a menacing shadow over you, blocking the sun…threatening to  consume…as everything you know comes crashing around you in a torrential land-slide.

 You cannot escape its omnipotence, your fear of its immensity will never subside, The Unknown will always be a lurking shapeless figure… It is an unearthly hunter, and you its  finite prey…You are merely a momentary tool of Its devices…for such is befitting you. The Unknown knows no alliegance.

Until it decides to toy with you again…like a rat scurrying frantically, gripped with terror through a maze that it could never hope to comprehend. 

It will break, just to build. It will re-mould you in its limitless, indescribable, indecipherable, shapeless shape.

But just for now…it allows you a glimpse, a parting gift.

It is creativity, it is genius in the womb…you will conceive it. It will be your tulpa, your thoughtform and you will be its genitor.

(See the ‘Aspects of Chimera’: chapters-for a continuation of this lesson.)

TheChimera

Literary musing on Dante’ Alighieri’s infernal dream and the hint of evil that inspired it.

(Read at your own discretion)

Let the cymbals sing, sing above the cacophony, let it reach out above the clouds in its defiance, let it roar out above the cry of the tormented, sing the song of ancient truths, once so familiar in its tune, a melody recalled off by heart, let its echo rattle the stars from their spheres and come crashing down in a rain of fire and hail. Shaking the oh-so sturdy foundations of your security, an illusion you create ... Let it bring about your inherent understanding of some unknown incomprehensible force that once you knew so well, a childish fear that you now scoff at, a truth unblemished by your ‘adult’ reasoning, the fear of the thing going bump in the night…, a terror that knew no limit, boundless in its authority.

Hell

And those that dwell within             

The legion that is many

Those that are known by no name other than their own forsaking

Let the curtains rise

The applause ring out for…

Canto Finale’

(First encounter of the thirteenth kind)

(Forgive me if I get off track, my mind has a mind of its own and that one a mind of its own, like the opposing reflections of two mirrors coinciding with each other and reflecting back on one another. Two parallel spaces , and they tend to argue a lot.)

And ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad. ~Aldous Huxley

The space around you darkens; the air thickening with an intangible corruption… a sickness hangs there, like a veil that announces the presence of something other

The very antithesis of humanity

The unknown circling like a flock of vultures feasting on turgid flesh in varying stages of putrefaction…a presence rank with revulsion, piling the disembowelled corpses…fed on the sin of man.

 A dark decadence…

Modern man has foolishly tried to understand the incomprehensible…to put into human, mundane terms ‘that which is’ beyond description.

The result is a half-cocked fetish-isation of darkness, evil, of death and unimaginable horror that should scare the crap out of you…, grasping nothing but frail straws to comfort yourself, crafting a vision of beauty bestialized and beast beatified. You’re a fool to think they care.

Hell is not to be fucked with. That’s why you follow your primal almost animalistic impulse to flee to the safety of your bedcovers whenever faced with true terror.

Take but a glimpse and your lost…without even getting your foot in the door. Your own humanity grants you no access to their realm, the kingdom of forsaken creation.

Forsaken a little lower than those angels. Suspended in limbo. Forever in shame, without reprieve. The absence of all hope and all your foolish security that held together the scraps of mortality in life. Evil smears it in the excrement of mockery. Denying you clarity with every step it takes towards its ever –present domineering.

A place where your body is broken beyond all possibility, in an infinite cycle , the torment of knives , and cold steel biting the flesh to spill all that you where before, amidst stinking sulphur. In the dust.

There is no solace here. And you will find none.

Evil is not a mindless thing. It is cunning and intelligent. It is beyond you, and well aware of this fact.

The only weapon you have is the free-will not to choose it. But even that can be sub-diverted by masquerading as light…but when all those illusions are stripped away, it’s found as a terrible truth concealed as a beautiful lie. Time to face the infernal music.

It seeks to dominate mind and will. Hell is alive with this , the very embodiment of damnation.

    To be continued…

 

Friendship

Kindly requested by a friend , you know who you are :P

The question is, Why?

Why seek out the companionship of others when, at times solitude is much more convenient, and less demanding of our time?

Yet some choose the path of the recluse and others seem to mingle, unbridled by inhibition, as a pack animal would. Instinct drives us, to seek out the acknowledgement of others of our kind.

Friendship, true friendship,( and the seeking thereof) is fundamentally an issue of individual moral fibre.

This brings me to my next point.

The maintenance of friendships, hell, ANY relationship is no doubt  an exhaustive and draining process, that continues to wear on your nerves for the duration of the relationship.( and if this doesn’t sound like any of your friendships, then your one lucky duck.) No relationship is ideal, and if it is, you’re either fooling yourself or it’s simply not real. But it all comes down to the worth we place on ourselves and each other, the VALUE that the individual presents to you.

Some disregard friendship as nothing but an aesthetic accessory, a trophy that reflects their own selfish personal image. Kind of like saying “hey!...look what I can get”. These treat others merely as an extension of themselves, having no meaning outside of this function of being their friend. But this is an extreme case.

On the other end of the spectrum of extremes, there are those who endeavour to empathise with others to an extent where it becomes their all-consuming passion, these are the loyal dogs. They seem to be able to read your mind, because they relate to you in every possible aspect.                           

We have the in-betweeners of course, they tend to lean more to complacence rather than out rightly defying either extreme, they are the epitome of indifference. In simpler terms: they just don’t give a damn.                                                               

Indifference is a pestilence; it is the rival of all that is action and ambition. It is a lack of choosing anything definite. Here is where the danger lies within relationships (friendship in this case) it is not familiarity, but indifference that breeds contempt, a trait often seen among those with a dependant/co-dependant personality type. Familiarity, along with patience (A LOT of it) breeds understanding.  

It is up to the individual to decide whether or not companionship is worth the effort of going the mile.         

Keep in mind that the reaction of others depends partly on the action you take toward them. The pattern of anyone’s fate is only partly contrived by the individual. But within that small slither of possibility, it is up to you to decide what to make of it in the end. Are you going to dismiss others coldly as nothing but passing scenery?...Are you going to frustrate the efforts of others by falling into indifference …Could you see reality through their eyes in an effort to understand your fellow man?… Could some small part of you be devoted to something other than yourself?

With all my love

TheChimera