nope, not a witty review of the Ohgr album (aren’t those great <sarcasm), but some stream thoughts of nebulae attached.

The first thing that comes to mind are the undercurrents of the culture in which I live that has boiling lesions like gang stalking, how the more unconscious covert methods of control are transmitted, received and likewise reinforced in daily interactions with strangers, loved ones and that fickle character, Friend.

I see the ways that I pass along the little notches in tone or emphasis, without really thinking about how it is that I picked them up because I subconsciously noticed how it got another person to notice and listen for a minute rather than straight off introject everything I say into their own mindscape.

I see the ways that purposely and covert methods of control, the malicious variety, like all evil, have a trickle down effect. This is evident in the shortened patience and peace of mind, so tested and tried during the previous few years. I see how I’ve passed along lashings and cruel tones to the main person who’s stuck by me though a lot of it. Outgrowing these relationship patterns has become it’s own struggle. I mean when is a leader/follower type of dynamic balanced, and is there such a thing? Or maybe I was just yelling and directing my way through some tough times and patience was the model offered. Is the masochist evoking sadism from the sadist as much as the other way around? There is truth to that and so I’m patiently isolating the little devils out of my patterns of interaction. Interrupting patterns / not responding to invitations to reenact dynamics now weary.

I see how amidst my willingness to take on my own devils I’ve taken on others’ and this tendency has made me somewhat blind to those stalker beasts etching away from the edges in myriad details. With the stalking-critters it’s been about the details in the form of props, themes and such minutiae whose sums are evocations of black hole memory me, some times, when/if critters show up to try and get my attention. One minute it’s now and the next things are on their side with tangential mes reconnecting, telling me of their journeys back in the room I never did remember. It’s funny cuz whatever my response (or lack of response) the ringleaders appropriate it to feed their puppets’ desires to be led.

And so it’s not too surprising that the Ohgr>dimd event included a revisit from amped stalker girl. She’s sooo evil (<sarcasm) it takes meth and a cool malicious conspiracy gang to get her to come out. how her little gang gets her to come out instead of them doing it themselves. yaaaawn. i hear her sucking limremev

Chad paved the way, stay stay… and connect, he said. And so I did, a more formal coming-round of sorts. a fine marker a more solid proof all is word is all sound, beauty is truth> resonance leads the way> sounds out a clearer path with more vibrant connecting material to those others also growing more conscious of and less directed by the dimd.