A Conversation Through A Sheet Of Glass In An Empty Room
1. Deliberate.
The best way to kill the past is to explain it. As the petals unfold of the structure we have nurtured to that point, we realise, always "too late", that a flower has a function, and must produce a fruit. If we wish to propagate, cross-breed, and indeed harvest the resulting crop, we may not cut. A close up photograph is made that transforms the organic into a series of related but distinct parts somehow miraculously held together without any ascertainable means. Drops of water on the petals as A) diamond-like clusters, and B) tiny magnifying glasses which burn holes as the midday sun is refracted and intensified through them. All photographs or other visual documents of the designated area provide an ordinance survey map which has as little to do with the final state as this finger has to do with the Election campaign of Mao Tse Tung. Only in this realm can such a connection actually be effected. An ordeal from inside that does not cut the strings that hold it in place, but merely cauterises, sealing the ends with wax, is the method employed here. This particular modus operandi, an inner and outer working by nature of the full cognisance of the total responsibilty of the practitioner for everything that occurs on all levels, is chosen out of respect for the self, and for the omnipresent. The radiation of the freedom and yet total enchainment of experience as notated and recorded is the interchange, the connection with the field as experience through this particular filter system or grid. This congruence has been waiting for transmission for ever, and is latent but fulfilled and completed at every moment of its development. It is an unending process that seeks only its own tail, swallowing, disappearing into the final spot of paradox that blinks itself out of existence. This process that is here concentrated upon is the other side of the coin; a dimension that turns inside out rather than upside down — the hanged man is not the intended Bridegroom. It is the interface with personal projection as and at the essence level, bringing the moment of its acceptance a step or seven closer. The familiar finally rid of its garb as object, and as something "objective". The dangers — for dangers there surely are — are circumvented by rigorous intention resulting from deliberation that lasted scarcely an instant. And the phenomenon of exorcism is well-documented treachery against the soul. Therefore, this stage of the journey that begins and ends in the same place is marked as territory — a spoor, a scent, a trail of broken twigs, these tell-tale signs invisible except to the untrained eye. And it is precisely that process of training, or better said, the remembering of instinctual cognition that we are here concerned with. The spots before the eyes, the mistaken glances, the errors of judgement in determining best vantage points are all perfectly natural, and are fully intentional. The grounding of the air-borne forces involves reception and transmission. The strength of signal is not at issue, but the quality and construction of the receiver is crucial. The less interference with the signal, the clearer and more effective the resulting "programme". It is code, and yet intelligible as simple units of seemingly disparate and discreet closed formats. This is the fried egg without the pan, the Q.E.D. without the initial utterance, the binding of a book without pages, but definitely incorporating ink in its fabrication. Scissors, paper, stone.