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the AlphaBeTarot

the pieces of ALPHABETAROT in progress so far…

the real meat of this matter as it has bound perfecting what innovations have already been made previous to this current state of form mired in time, these symbols are ours to redeem at our leisure in order to be utilized to guide and measure just what we have to take to get where we wish to go, but the idea that any of these symbols or signs are restricted by the jurisdiction of scholars and fanatics and followers alike is false… we have within in us genes and memes that would say otherwise, that sometimes these cells do have a different whispering voice from our individual internal monologue that can at times stall us in moments of decisive need, and it is Here that the opinions speak in our voices to manipulate fate and future in one puttering gasp to put it rather viscerally in a puzzling logic… in any other time and pace other than dark in the light, these words might have seemed blasphemous in ages past to the many who can’t even spell the damning word who have repeated the lifetimes it takes to get in the thick of this pleasant dreamlike sedentary existence, but few other than the rocks want to live like they were compressed and lodged in the earth never to be beyond this atrophy of natural events as we are not all knuckle-dragging demons or knee-jerk gremlins at the cellular level… is the brain allowing us to truly attain enlightenment, and more than just some surly substitution of signals that never works well with others in the first place, at this level we are more human than animal but have not realized the suprahuman potential blossoming within all of us together… that damned 100th monkey yells and claps his cymbals while smoking a cigarette and dancing a jig, as the rest of his feral pack type and tap away like a grand organic motor grinding away to hit the one-armed bandit square in the jackpot, but we can only achieve that through realizing the symbols don’t manipulate us any better than we are capable of better managing them instead whether they be words or syllables in this dementia… dimensional travel always in flux, and perhaps a long fabled dimensional quality at which is constantly being reached for and striven after by the experimenters and shamanic sorts who perceive greater than the mere happenstance charisma of the living world, one sign apparent to me as the Lord is merely a supervisory role with strong evolutionary characteristics of vestigial realities as shit it clings to the digestive wall in our imaginations… a collective story somehow in ways taken for granted just to change direction mid-stream of thought and consciousness once the bolt has struck to fixate upon the bliss to bless the child of this new age in paralysis, in need of assistance from every direction in this living and perilous endeavor as it devours our once complete existence at one point or another, but i digress from this lost in thought prose and pose in functional tones and relate to you what i need to better check the direction upon which wave i shall float… relate while i can say anything to you, the audience who sits there so oblivious to the presence of me all around you until right now, and so this is what i will say to you…. the tarot is a language built with many layers, the pixel as newest and smallest fiber in a studied as visual sense of analysis also a language in the newest age of digital diminutive expression as revolution, but before i am getting perhaps too far off-key topics allow me to throw you some alternate kingdoms which might appear clear to a secretly average reader of nonsense even as i could warn of my insidious treachery in words alone… we struggle with the language we currently abuse that some were born into, you may call it English, but i prefer to perhaps label this thing as Common with a capitol ‘C’ because nothing else is as a priority thing to have ‘in common’ with another person as much as a shared language… so there is the device of the flash card element i hadn’t thought of until now, but inspiration is and will be everywhere as a hidden end of the spectrum that even infrared eyes and ultraviolet sights cannot describe, tangible as like radiation in greater amounts now as we enter into throttling the new age as it changes especially if it appears not to our liking at all… art and pictures are the hidden impression much like literature, the chord is struck behind the eyes, and within the transmitter of the nervous system as a signal of information though so unlike lightning only striking us with a strange combination of energy derived from the past and the the present and future where the occasion shapes and grows much like ourselves moment by moment in many various directions at one time… within the symbols and multiple personalities set free within any particular medium where contact with information is piece of the filtering process, set much deeper and in more puzzling meanings compressed like bytes of data, to be utilized whenever and however once this sheltering seal of an ideal ignorant foolishness is broken by the ritual spasm through experience into knowledge you could never accurately relay with words alone… each word comprised of sounds and symbols that surround, and questions the answers becoming habitual…

… this is not the end, to be continued…

Thanks, khet.