The Mythical Zone, the place where anything goes, all rules applicable to the human realm turn to dust, warring angels, leprecauns, fairies and humans, gods long forgotten but not dead, all living and well in the Mythical Zone. There is only one constant, an earth or planet where upon we walk but everything else changes, shows a new face, returns to its original form. Everything i already saw under the facade of what is called human society, it is returning to its true form.
They say the 2012 threshold is being entered at this moment, a lot of strangeness will hit the human realm and anyone and everything in it. That is what they say, if they say that i am naturally sceptical, i only know about the strangeness, the great amount of anger, frustration and fear that seems to building up under the human realm, i wonder when it is going to blow. They say the signs have already been on the news, lets stay sceptical and just watch the direct wolrd around us, keep our circle of importance free of unwanted business.
I feel the restlesness of the humans, the restlesness of that whole realm, it is under the cover of normal behaviour but it is there, falling back on the old rules and laws to keep the head above water, it is especially mental stuff brewing, reaching critical mass leading to…………………
I am an artist and a writer, arts i am good at, doings that make me feel good. I write a kind of diary on the internet, all feelings and thoughts, if i had any feelings and thoughts. I am a living mirror to the world, everyone i meet, every place i go to, reading and writing everything down to get it of my chest. Discovering past and peresent anger, fear, regret, frustration and i pen it down, mental diarrhea for the crowd that happens to stumble on my writings of an Other life. It sounds sad now, but i do not know sadness, i only know the sadness of humans and all their other feelings, even their thoughts and i write them down when they touch me. Mental diarrhea disguised as talk about spirituality and change, i changed a long time ago, left my human form a long time ago, i remember that kid that was so affraid and lost, no one to talk too, now i don’t talk about it to anyone, don’t feel the need, but it is easy to write about my and our lives, as i hover over human lives, mirroring lives, for some i am crystal, for some i am black, green or purple obsidian, a mirror they do like to look in to because it shows weaknessess, the mirror is hurtfull if the being is not strong or on par with the Other world. The voice of the mirror is harsh, she is harsh, she demands discipline, she demands some kind of purity, i can laugh about it these days, back in the day they would run for me, hate me for being there, being pure, honest, direct, innocent as a child, a child with a scalpel, cutting away all the veils and showing all the hidden wounds that could be changed in to strengths, my mission !? If i only knew what that word meant, i am just a wave rider and a very good one, those who try to follow still can’t understand, only Others do and leave me alone, knowing what wave i am riding, on the road to nowhere which is Infinity.
From a young age on i was raised by the Grau, their special arts were dreaming and mapping. Much later i was thrust in to the world of magic, as most of the Others used it and i would be helpfull, they promised. After that magic spell i had enough of it and returned to the basics of nature, less messy and closer to the work of the Grau. The mexicans ruled the house of the Grau at the moment i entered. These days the ones in the house come from all over the world, one thing in common, they do not like magic. This does not mean that what we do is not magic, some call it sorcery other shamanism or wicca. I do not call it magic, i have never in my life done any ritual, these days i don’t even have to think much about doing something, it has become an act as anything else, rolling a cigarette, sowing something, making a drawing, singing a song.
Often i get the question if Others have a country, an area of their own. No we never had a country, we always lived among the humans. Most of us live in densely peopled areas and a few purposely seek areas where a few peole live. In those people free area there is no clutter of the human mind and the ways of the world can be read much easier. Most of us just need to work for a living, not every wants or can live of their talents. Living in the human world is like being on a permanent safari, all kinds of interesting creatures and beings around to watch and enjoy.
Usually others group together in an area where there are more of us, it is easier to talk and relate with those of your own kind, just like humans of different rcaes always clump together where ever they landed. Only Others do not adhere to racial divisional lines, we know when we are in eachothers area. Some of us are very territorial, like any kind of animal who is territorial they let themselves be felt or heard by Others entering an area. Especially the anthropomorphic Others are very territorial, this means they take their duty of protecting everything and anyone in its area very serious. They sometimes become the alternative police, but that is the choice of that Other.
Yuzu (Citrus ichangensis), one of the most cold resistant of the citrus fruits, grows wild in Tibet and the interior of China. It’s stronger in flavor than a lemon, with a hint of tangerine, grapefruit and pine.
I haven’t been able to write for ages, i used to be good at urban fantasy and shamanism/magic, but lost the touch two years back. Now this week it returned, i feel it, that spirit is back.
The ‘Other’ cycle i am writing here on Tumblr is my reawakening, while i write i feel i have gotten sharper in my descriptions and drawing an atmosphere. I still feel writing a dialogue is most difficult to write. Clive barker, Neil Gaiman, Hugo Pratt and JorgeLuis Borges are my inspirations for writing. I love the characters and mythologies of Barker, Gaiman and Pratt but Borges is the master of the shorts. I try to use of bit of them all to find my own way.
I love the writing craft, have been doing it for some fifteen years, practicing on all kinds of stuff. A few years back i thought i found my form, but i wanted more, the stamina and power for a book, but it is still shorts. Well shorts are okay to get better at crafting my own form of writing.
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It is 2 am and I am walking away from your house. It is dark and ever so quiet. Not another soul out at this time and no traffic either. It is cold almost, considering it was 100F out today. The heat rises off the land at night due to the temperature inversion, and it is like an invisible fog lifting from the land. It is the best time of the day, this silent and frigid landscape. It is the only time I’m able to truly feel happily alone.