Wandering In Chicago

I love riding the El around Chicago.  I love to read everyone’s aura.  I think sometimes I’m coming close to understanding what I’m looking for . . . I just spent three hours playing “Metropolis” tonight, when I should have been studying for a “Theories of Personality” test . . . I was surfing the profiles of people I’ve never met and never will . . . there’s a vague outline of something, a pattern that is emerging to explain the terrible disappointment I’ve always felt in humanity . . . 

It’s a psychic understanding.  I almost had it a few seconds ago when I started this blog entry, but then it disappeared.  So much of my life is strange layers of energy that just shift and then the meaning of the previous moment vanishes into nothingness.  What held me together in this world?  Magic, I guess.  I’m a magical being, truly psychic now, able to act as a conduit for messages from the other side . . . and yet where is my home?  What the hell am I supposed to be focused on?  And the answer to that question comes easily but I can’t write it down because it’s yet another weird layer of energy . . . I wish I could have just been with people . . . just communicated with them instead of having to always skirt the issue . . . on the other hand I’m certainly glad I’m not “normal”, don’t have to worry about Obama vs. McCain or the Rwandan genocide or anything like that.  

Sigh, what a strange melancholy of anti-nostalgia . . . one might say I miss the future.  I can’t wait to leave this world and go into the light.

Poltergeist (1982)

via Poltergeist (1982)

Just saw “Poltergeist”, another trip down memory lane.  The timewarp effect is heightened because this was the first time i heard of “the light” and spirits “crossing over”,  the standard model of life and afterlife described by mediums.  At the time I was an atheist so it seemed silly.  Now the humor is that i know that the medium character in the movie speaks only the plain truth.

I am so nostalgic child I was . . . why do I still cling to a fondness for that linear, mundane reality, when movies and rock music were important events, even though now my life is far more dramatic and truly supernatural than any movie could be — because it’s real!  Maybe it’s because it was all so ugly and messy.  In my next life I’ll be a rock star.

I guess it’s also funny that I remember how terrifying and “realistic” the special effects seemed at the time, from an era before “The Matrix” and “Jurassic Park”.  The little glowing streamers of ectoplasm were my favorites — they’re so dated now, so obviously “cartoony” I have to laugh.  But now I can see the actual etheric plane I know that some of those little lights look exactly the way they’re suppposed to.

And of course the two daughters in the film died within a few years.  As I recall John Belushi had been up for the lead. Shades of Heath Ledger, Brandon Lee, Aaliyah, et al. No accidents here, but the meaning of it is closed to me.  However now, after more than twenty years I know there IS a meaning, and it wasn’t “just a movie”.  There was a reason I got attached to it and saw it so many times.  

Does a movie like this open a portal to a higher plane?  It must.  

Ha!  They’re showing “the Exorcist” this weekend, too!  Of course we all scoffed back then when they told us it was based on a true story, but now, watch out!

The Trouble with Absolute Freedom

all summer i’ve been practicing astral projection and self-hypnosis.  i have a totally radical and awesome inner world i can voyage through at any time.  i don’t really need to do anything anymore to entertain myself, but then lately i’ve been watching movies a lot just to avoid thinking.  apparently i’m becoming really shallow now that i no longer feel so trapped in the physical world.  i don’t understand it.  i want to fill my head with meaningless movie junk instead of working on anything important.  i feel vaguely uncomfortable in my body, like i don’t belong here.  

none of my relationships feel the same either.  so much of what they were bulit on is gone.  of course most relationships are just habits, very few get to the core of a person.  

i’m starting to miss myself i guess.  i look back on myself as a child and think, i had such potential and courage, and nothing really came of it.  i got the important thing in life, which was spiritual knowledge, but it wasn’t really fun.  it’s not exaggeration or self-pity to say i grew up around really nasty people.  i attracted  a lot of pathological liars and creeps.  

on the other hand i’m a master of the law of attraction now.  i could use my magical powers to become a world-famous millionaire psychic rock star if i wanted.  the question is, is it worth it?  my guru says that the next hundred years will see a drastic reduction in the world population and the overthrow of the current world order.  i’m all for that but it calls into question the relative importance of being an artist when everything’s going to be forgotten in the disasters to come . . . 

sigh, i’m surrounded by people who want to connect with me.  i wish i could overcome this darkness and sense of isolation within myself.

Aliens . . .

just saw it in the theater, what a nostalgic moment . . . when Aliens came out in 1986 it was a cutting-edge action movie.  wow!  how realistic and gritty and dark and scary!  no one had ever seen anything like that.  i read about it in time magazine.  sigourney weaver was a serious actress who gave weight to the whole thing .  . . now we’ve had The Matrix and a bunch of other darker grittier movies and the whole genre has gone as far as it can go, just like American Popular Culture has gone as far as it can go.

but more importantly when i saw that movie as a teenager i still believed i could be an ordinary human being, before i started seeing the etheric plane and being haunted by ghosts . . . before i was plunged into the twilight zone of human consciousness not to emerge for another 20 years.  so to see it again reminds me of how far i’ve come, how much has changed and been lost and how much of what i thought was reality was only an illusion.  

but on the other hand what i thought was illusion then was actually reality.  i really am psychic and there really is an underground revolution taking place . . . what a trip!