“Just block out the chessboard,” Catvas I purred. “Focus on the temple. Think of the moths, where they were, where they are now. *Be* the moth. Fly free to the moon and back. You are a moth.”
On the floating raft 3 stories below, Cactus concurrently ponders the same identity while companions Tiniest Tell Tale and Akira think about fish and birds respectively.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0008, 0305, Heterocera, Iris
There wasn’t much in the way of art in Heartsdale to Mabel’s disappointment. One gallery showing mainly soft core erotica — well, a lot of it wasn’t even erotica, just women posed in various suggestive manners, let’s say. But there were some other types of works mixed in here and there, like this painting called simply “Dancer” that Mabel kind of liked. And this one below named “Country Road”. When visiting, Mabel sometimes imagined traveling down this picturesque road — outta here (like in that old John Denver song).
In Collagesity, there were rumors that you could actually go inside Baker B.’s collages to different Real Lyfe locations. Maybe the same could apply here, she thought.
—–
The town had plenty of empty buildings and apartments. Mabel again wonders what it looked like in its more golden days. When it was closer in time to Collagesity. When did the split occur? Does it have something to do with the house? *Their* house? It must be, Mabel concluded some time ago.
—–
Mabel had begun to smoke. “2 packs of Lucky Stripes, Jim,” she requests to the owner of the town’s lone convenience store. “And a couple of snickers.” It was a habit born mainly of, well, boredom. Not much to do in Heartsdale, as you the reader have probably picked up. Buurb worried about her continued health, but he figured it would turn around once she had her house. Then they would be focused on fixing it up, showcasing it even for the rest of the community. Maybe open a gallery in part of the downstairs. Mabel could paint up on their favorite floor, the 3rd. Scenes of town, even. She would turn around, he believed. Returned immersion in art would aid immensely. The parts of Heartsdale that seemed sour or boring would have new light shed upon them. It all revolves around the house.
Mabel returns to their alley apartment, planning to light one up as soon as she got inside.
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“It was suppose to be a natural paradise, Sidechick Corea my friend. *Still* my friend.”
“Mucho apologies again for being late yesterday, Magus Ellen.”
“T’is alright. But the expansion beyond the original 64 changed all that. The woof and warp became predictable. Our Second Lyfe began to collapse in on itself at this point. That’s why I switched from white to black. Black opens this time. And so — here we are.”
“But nothing’s changed,” observes Sidechick Corea. “All remains the same. The duplicate continents, the repetitive patterns of houses going on and on from the central 8×8.”
“Things have changed,” counters Ellen. “The blue boy is here for one. He will keep appearing in unexpected places.”
“What of the golden orb?” Sidechick asks, staring into the center of the fairy pond now. “Is it gone forever?”
Ellen pauses, then: “Time will tell.”
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“Do you remember who was beside Karoz Blogger over there, Campbell?”
“Um… Baker?”
“That’s very good. But do you remember which Baker?”
“Err. Bloch?” the blue being guesses incorrectly.
“No,” responds Sidechick Corea gently. “That would be Baker Blinker, who is married to Karoz.” He checks the sun, then quickly looks down at his watch while shaking off educational mode. “Dear Lord,” he cries. “I forgot about Baker! He’s maybe been waiting, oh jeez, *3* hours! School’s over, Campbell O’Pine. I have to get over to the Threesun sim. Pronto!”
—–
“Where’ve you been, Sidechick? After-school Care? I was dying down there, you know.”
“I’m *so* sorry.”
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At sunrise on March 19 2018, Baker Bloch teleports into the very center of the Threesun sim (128, 128). He’s right on top of a larger statue, whose position logically marks this center. So: interesting at the beginning.
The statue is one of three in the subterranean chamber he manifests within, all positioned against the same north wall. Notice that a 4th enclave on this wall is empty (one to the far left here). Are these chess pieces again? Baker ponders. The description of the objects don’t seem to lend more to this possibility.
Then on the west wall, what are obviously representations of the “three suns” in question: 3 metal circles with 8 irregularly placed “flames” apiece. Seem to be made of copper or bronze.
Baker spies a small container or coffer in the center of the altar below them. He approaches… and opens.
Time to take this to the next level.
Rey Wisa, aka Ellen, exits the chamber through the tall, metallic west doors.
Oops, wrong one.
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“You’re sitting in my seat, bud. My mountain, my seat.”
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In yet another dream, Casey One Hole sits atop his mountain in Horizons-Spica which is actually Horizons-Vega, waiting for someone.
The controlling 32 cube is clearly seen from here.
Along with the Killing Shack. The Crux of the matter.
He will be patient.
“We’re gonna have to leave *sometime*, Tonya Two Egg,” whispered robot child Arale inside the ice fishing shed.
“Have patience my friend.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0315, Horizons
Actor Tom Casey visits The Twin Peaks Laboratory — which also happens to be located on the Gaeta V continent — for inspiration and education. After all, his character of Casey One Hole within the ongoing “Collagesity Winter 2017-2018” graphic novel is largely based upon the Bad Coop figure of the show played marvelously by Kyle McLachlan. The same Real Life actor plays two other Coops… but that’s a long story to go into. I highly recommend for anyone who loves progressive television/film to watch the original 2 season run of “Twin Peaks” from the early 90s, and then the just released “season 3” coming 25 years later (“Twin Peaks: The Return”). Taken as a whole, the 18 episodes of the new season form a kind of giant or hyper movie, but, as the wife and I have learned, you really need to read the attached 2 books written by TP co-creator Mark Frost to make sense of it all (“The Secret History of Twin Peaks” and “Twin Peaks: The Final Dossier”). However, if you choose this “total experience” path, be sure to do the following: read “The Secret History” first, then watch “The Return”, then read “The Final Dossier” (which I just finished about a month ago). This on top of experiencing the first two seasons and attached “Fire Walk with Me” film. I’ll let interested parties look up details online having laid out this general milieu.
I am personally inclined to regard “Twin Peaks: The Return” as director/writer David Lynch’s singular masterpiece, the culmination of a long career starting, in the broader public eye, with the breakthrough movie “Eraserhead” from 1977. But his last two films proper, “Mulholland Drive” and “INLAND EMPIRE”, are also very very good as well. Lynch, again to me, seems to just get better with age and experience.
More snapshots from Tom Casey’s visit:
Another Venus marble.
David Lynch’s character Gordon Cole and David Bowie’s Phillip Jeffries.
Another Coop from “The Return” (Dougie Jone).
“Howdy David!”
The Bob who lives within.
Bad Coop, aka Mr. C aka Doppleganger Dale. “*There’s* my inspiration,” Tom Casey exclaims upon seeing him.
Casey stares at a “Return” shooting location shared with “Mulholland Drive”.
The original Coop: FBI agent Dale Cooper. “My archenemy.”
“Take that: WOP!”
“I think it’s a pretty good museum. How about you guys?”
“Guys?”
“Piece of that famous cherry pie, Shelley. And one of those damn fine cups of coffee.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0314, Gaeta V, Twin Peaks, Twin Peaks Laboratory
Those weirdos again, Philip Strevor thinks in a dream. Southwest corner table.
A knock at the office door, then. Small but firm. “Daddy?”
Man, school’s out already?
—–
Well at least she was a quiet kid, Philip Strevor consoles himself. Always reading that darn blue book, though. When he asks what it’s about, she just says, “stars,” sometimes, “stars and space.” But never just “space”, oddly. “Stars… and space.”
“Honey, why don’t you play with your new friend Anorexia out back in the alley. Get away from that book for a while.”
“Spica,” she then uttered, still reading. “Did you know that Spica is such a close binary star that each component is egg shaped due to the gravity pull, and cannot be resolved even with the most powerful telescope?”
“No I didn’t know that.” No more oddball star facts from you, missy, he then thought. He had to get these accounting numbers to Casey One Hole by tomorrow morning. And Philip’s sure he’d bug him about them all the time they were playing golf later on today. He always had to let him win, especially on that prized par 3 hole on the back 9 — the origin of his nickname. He learned that the hard way.
The kid relented. “Oh all right,” she said, putting down the book and heading for the door. “I’ll go find my *new friend* Anorexia.”
Good kid, Philip Strevor thinks again. But the crazies are now sitting at a table in the opposite corner of the building. How’d *that* happen? What’s going on?”
Almost the instant the doors shut behind his kid, more knocks, larger but softer. “Dearest?”
Oh God, Philip thinks. My mother. What does *she* want?
—–
“What’s this trash you’re reading, Philip? ‘Celestial Handbook’? I bet it’s a celestial handbook.”
“That *trash* is what you gave your granddaughter 2 Christmas’ back. The one she still can’t put down even now.”
“Oh.” She scrutinized the cover more closely, then drew back. “Well it’s good for her to read. Keeps her out of the alleys. Where is she anyway? Wanisa said it’s your turn to keep her.” Philip feels the noose tightening around his neck. Might as well say “cut here”. Oh wait… it does.
“Mom, I’m *so* busy. Can we talk later?”
“Not until you tell me where Poodles is.” Poodles is (June’s) pet name for her granddaughter.”
“Okay, okay, just to get you off my back. Yes, she’s in the alleyway, but she’s supervised. Her new friend who just happens to be *13* is back there with her.”
“Have you checked? Did you follow her out to make sure her friend met up with her?”
“You should have run smack into Bug before you came in.” Bug was Philip Strevor’s pet name for his daughter. He then thought of the spooky trio that switched corners of the building. “*Did* you run into her?”
His mother disappeared. His wife took her place.
“Philip we need to talk. It’s about Casey One Hole. Yankton.”
—–
He wakes up in his ersatz observatory. “Yankton?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0313, Capitol City-, Gaeta V
Heidi Hunt Ives read to him from their user’s Big Book of Synchronicity Interviews:
So how about “Foreign One” or “4orrin1”, then? To me, it naturally follows that “4orrin1” must be defined as something beyond a silver or gold tiling, and I chose the highly valuable metal platinum to name the process. “Head Trip”, although simpler, actually acts as the first true platinum synch that I concocted. It’s very simple, really: “HT” is two basically complete golden tilings woven together — tiles switched on and off between the two — to create something beyond each. In other words, it’s the tiling of 2 equivalent full movies mashed together in a back and forth manner. Back to your question then, Karl, “4orrin1” is kind of 4 gold tilings synched together, yes. But – – this is also very important — platinum tilings can contain not only a multitude of equivalent gold tilings within but also *silver* tilings. And to this, at the center of both “Head Trip” and “4orrin1” — and also “Billfork” — is one particular album apiece by the esteemed comedy group Firesign Theatre, dubbed the Beatles of Comedy at one point. Basically Pink Floyd handed off to Firesign Theatre in “Billfork”, which contains music and equivalent albums from both.
She closed the book and laid it back down on the Great Table. “This is why The Bill are so important to Piera because The Bill are Firesign Theatre, Man. Tin S. Man.”
“But we can’t talk about ‘4orrin1,'” he replied. “Nor ‘Head Trip’. Our user has tried that… and failed (SEE: ‘Paradox II: The Chancelling’).”
“We can limit ourselves to ‘Pumpkintwisters’, though. Tossing out the weak ‘Kansas City Life’, (it’s) the first synch combining 2 movie into 1, the first example of platinum in that way. The great 2-n-1. And that’s why we have brought you to Capitol City and put you up at a cheap but clean rental in the northeast part of the burg I found the other day by accident. Because inside you is lead Kinks Ray Davies, their main man by a, er, long shot. But he doesn’t have a big head about it, hehe. You know and freely admit that now.
“Yes. Interesting collage by the way.”
Gila 01
“The problem becomes: Who plays Zappa? If we extended our discussions to ‘Head Trip’ — which we won’t — *I* could play lead Monkees singer Davy Jones, since that’s *my* name.” He of course is featured in ‘Head’, the pop group’s trippy dippy hippy movie from the late 60s.”
“You as David Bowie, you mean. David Bowie’s given name was David Jones, which he changed because of the presence during his rise to fame of the already very famous Monkees singer.”
“Right. He did. *I* did.”
Boos 07
“And ‘Trip’?”
Heidi paused. “Zappa’s realm too, and a bigger one… but we cannot move into that dialog any deeper. We talk about ‘Pumpkintwisters’ and that is that. You fit in strongly there as the centre, Tin S. Man. Also ‘4orrin1’, but that’s even further away from the light, beyond ‘Head Trip’ even…”
“More complexity. Complexity stacked atop complexity.”
“It is the ultimate synch in ways, that and the parallel ‘1 Pink’, but it remains in pieces inside an shallow grave not of one peace. The whole must be collaged together still to (properly) fill the hole.” She paused, scratched her nose. “Yes, we will return to the Blue Feather for ‘Pumpkintwister’ discussion. I will work on the Zappa issue.” Heidi pulls out a pocket calendar. “How’s Friday the 26th for you? Sorry again about the location change. I didn’t realize that the intercontinental interwebs cables hadn’t been stretched between Corsica and Gaeta V yet. We remain in the Dark Ages here.”
“‘Tis Alright,” Tin S Man replies. “I’ve had enough of Capitol City and its bland and boorish manners anyway. Tronesisia… aww rats!!” He recoils from Heidi, unable to backtrack the slip.
“Tronesisia?? Did you say Tronesisia?? What’s Tronesisia got to do with this?” She gasps.
“You’re not *together* with Tronesisia are you? Du warst nicht mit ihr auf eine familiäre Art zusammen?”
Tin S. Man hung his head low. “Ja.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0312, Capitol City-, Carrcass+08, Gaeta V
Sunklands 