074 Spectral Analysis

April 10th, 2017, 1:51 pm

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Reply NtKGar, April 10th, 2017, 4:13 pm

So Paige is out of hospital now and sleeping it off on the couch. Thanks to everyone for your anecdotes and good wishes, she loved the one about the horny grandma and was feeling pretty good about the whole thing going in this morning. We actually got a lovely little e-card from fellow Irish Cartoonist Twisted Doodles, who we're both big fans of. She asked us not to share it online because it was a present for Paige, and there's magic in that and we're keeping it.

Also I think that was supposed to be "whom we're both big fans of" or even "of whom we're both big fans", but you know what? Fuck "whom", that is some archaic-ass bullshit right there; the English Language doesn't need that shit at all. While we're at it the gender-neutral singular pronoun is "they", but if someone assumes your gender based on visual clues you're only not an asshole for pointing that out if they guessed wrong. I'm not sure where the line between "Progressive" and "Libtarded" lies, but I think there's a boundary flag in this general area.

Also I like using semicolons and there are a whole lot of writers who detest them with an utterly irrational fury, so who am I to judge? Also I spell it 'humour' because I think that the other way sounds like 'Hugh More', but can see where 'Hume Hour' might be somewhat disconcerting for readers with a good sense of humor, which is pretty much all of you.

Of course there are those who don't find any of this funny at all, and they're entitled to their wrong opinion. Consciousness is all just positions on spectrums. Spectra. Spectres? All the way down and all the way up.

Keno's Doodly Advenchas continue in the Top Web Comics vote incentives. The gang's been joined by an irascible river otter now. I'm not entirely sure where she came from but her name's Inka

Actually I'm really relieved Paige is back home safe so that's going to come out now in rambling blog-post form, which I'll try to keep on topic. We actually had separate spooky encounters at an abandoned Abbey in Kerry over the weekend. Muckross Abbey was a Franciscan Friary from the 15th to 18th century, and there's a graveyard on the site that's still in use. It's mostly family plots with the most recent marker dated October 2016 going all the way back to the 15th century. Beautiful old stonework mixed with the more modern marble monuments, the roof of the friary long since rotted away but the Yew tree in the courtyard alive and stunning. Gorgeous sunny day and the moon was out to enjoy it too, really beautiful place, I took a lot of shots to use as reference for when Lobster rebuilds the Mansion.

Anyway there was a very dark room on the upper level which I glanced into briefly, saw that it was a very dark square room about four meters across, and moved on. Paige stepped into this room though, where she saw two points of light like shining eyes which turned towards her, and narrowed.

Now I'm not a big believer in the supernatural, I'd put it down to a trick of the light or her eyes. She was going from admittedly dim light to near total darkness, maybe it was a bird breaking the beam of light from a wall slit, I don't know. The imagery's wonderfully spooky though and there's a definite appeal in embracing the invisible world. I experience pareidolia a lot, I've put up some of my Shapes In The Clouds drawings as fillers so I see things plenty but don't really believe in them. We're different points on the spectrum.

I love the idea of being a wizard and think I'd be great at it if such things existed, but spooks and spectres are for stories. They're not actually real in our reality, like. I don't have a truly immersive imagination, though. I love books and movies and comics, I've waxed lyrical on here more than once about how much I love and believe in Star Trek, but I don't actually live it.

Some people do, and I envy the hell out of that. There are people whose minds allow them to be literally transported to the bridge of the Enterprise every time the theme music plays. People are SO BETRAYED by Captain America right now! My imagination isn't that immersive and I feel like I'm lacking something. Mind you this is also where right-wing religious nuts and gun fanatics come from, so all in all I'm pretty happy with my place on the spectrum.

Paige is different, and buys into mysticism and ritual a bit more. Thelema is the order she picked, it's the magic system defined by Aleister Crowley. It's actually pretty cool, the mythology's very vivid and some of the level one spells really work. I wrote a lovely little piece a while ago about enjoying a cold shower by becoming aware of my own body as a source of heat. It's mostly that sort of thing, consciously shifting perspectives to enforce changes in the wizard's experience of reality, changes in the external world are brought about by focusing will into action. The bishop of the order is actually a really cool guy, he's an admitted atheist, but digs the symbolism and experiences an altered state of consciousness through the rituals. He's got a couple of books on the subject, name of Rodney Orpheus, last we spoke he was mostly excited about his band Cassandra Complex touring again in Germany. The most famous Aleister Crowley quote is 'Do As Thou Wilt Shall Be The Whole Of The Law' so there's a central philosophy of freedom of choice, which an atheist bishop is a nice illustration of. It's not an ethical free-for-all, holding Will sacred means you hold it sacred for everyone, not just yourself.

Anyway, back to Muckross Abbey. I had been taking a nap while Paige was exploring the Abbey, but went out myself a couple of hours later while it was still lovely and sunny out. I brought along a travel mug full of tea and it was a bit further out and isolated than I had thought and, well...there was a dark corridor on the lower level where the floor had long since degraded to dirt, and I may have peed in the corner. Anyway I went and admired the Yew Tree for a while (beautiful tree, it was planted in the 15th century when the Abbey was founded so it's more than 500 years old.)

On the other side of the courtyard I found a staircase leading into the upper gallery, and as I was walking up the stairs a drop of water fell from the roof and dropped right into my eye, and it hadn't rained in days. I thought that was funny and explored the rest of the building, and gave the stone archway a friendly pat on the way out. Water in the eye for piddling in the corner is a very friar-ish prank, what with the whole 'eye for an eye' thing, but the echo of my footprint on the stairs shaking loose a drop of water is much more likely than a puckish spirit. Still, it was funny and gave the place a sense of personality while I explored it.

So two ghosts in one Abbey if you're into that sort of thing

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Reply Sam Cornick, April 10th, 2017, 8:48 pm

I love visiting old places. A few Christmases ago, my grandmother gave me a book called "Haunted Massachsetts" which detailed all the places nearby where ghosts supposedly hung out. I thought it would be fun to make a day out of visiting some of the locations with my older brother.

The very first location we stopped at was a cemetery said to be haunted by a man in Colonial garb who made a habit of screaming at women. Neither of us were women but the cemetery was close. As soon as we pulled in, our car got stuck. Upon inspection, the snow concealed a large stone which got jammed in the axle.

The sun began to set as we waited for a tow truck. The caretaker and his wife came by and we asked them about any ghostly sightings. They confirmed the shrieks, but not the man himself.

The sun was nearly down by the time the truck arrived to free us and I was entertaining myself by scaring my brother with false ghost sightings and "funny feelings". Our bad luck became much worse when the tow truck itself got stuck. I don't quite recall how but it was something to do with ice and leverage. Maybe ghosts had a hand in it, at least that's what I told myself and my brother to keep the spooky atmosphere going.

It was well and truly dark now and they had to call another tow truck to free the first one so we in turn could be free. It took over an hour which I filled with reports of strange sounds and shimmering lights in the woods. Eventually a giant tow truck arrived and after even more time passed (and more imaginative reports on my part) everyone was free to leave.

So my ghost road trip ended up only having one stop, but I wouldn't trade that experience away for anything. Yes the reality of it was boring and uneventful, but the lies I told myself (and my poor brother) made it the most exciting thing to ever happen.

So yeah, long story short: Maybe ghosts aren't real and maybe nothing goes bump in the night but, as any five year old can confirm, it's fun to pretend!

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