“I don’t know if this is Buffy Redux, but by making yourself do this you seem to think you will regain what you lost.  We are totally uninterested in these things.  We are interested in your assistance.”

“I need a kind of clarity in the upper right quadrant of my mind.  I need a solid frame of reference against which to test and surrender ego.”

“Quadrant 2 or Quadrant 4.  You will find.”

“Where are we going?  We’re going home.”

“Let’s have fun,” she said.  “And then there was some really great music on the radio.

“We’re going to figure this out, we’re only good and  bad.”

Movement of imagery.  “So you wanted to write fiction.  You are exceptionally stubborn.”

Obviously there’s someone here and I’m very happy.  “We are beginning.” Spiral, obelisk.

Light, dark.  Neil Gaiman, children, this sort of thing, a place in the world.  The other dimension became very thick.  There was nowhere to go.

All was dark, but the loft was vast.  “These are the aspects.”

The voyage, step by step.  They did indeed do these things.  It’s time for a big change, we can go back over it later.  Then the other spirits were there and they needed to make some kind of metaphor.  They live in cities.

And the energy came pouring in.  There was a sense of displacement.  It was his struggle to record all  that he had seen.  “I’ve seen attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.”

“We’re going to get this done, and we’re going to go farther.  We need a process to review this.”  “What are we building toward?”

Juliet.

The long, low, dim hall and there is Spike, growling about the future.  And then Shatner is talking about what is necessary to maintain order.  “And they are all terrified but this is an exciting movie, so of course they screw it up.”

George Kennedy is around.  Thinking about talking about about.  Thinking about the Archer and the Sorceress.

I don’t care about any of these things.  Martin Landau did some terrible ritual magic with James Dean?  No, I don’t know.  Where is the secret cult?  There isn’t one.

Then I was talking about the Stromkirk and the Stromgald.  Anthony Hopkins and all.  Who gives a shit?  What is this order?  The Bureaucracy.

Well, we need to be moving toward something.  I can’t be wasting my time moving toward this fucking crap.  I have to have some order here.  So the order is Kara?

I guess I have to straighten out something about Saint Germain.  And then I have to get clear what I’m doing here.  I start contacting Kara and then my awareness of Sandra gets stronger.  What if the Occult Bookstore crowd put black magic on me?  One of the illusions is of movement.  All right now, I’ve got to do something with this.  Martin Landau.  I wish I knew the fucking purpose.  The purpose is discovery!  Shouts whatsisface.  Where is the target in all this vagueness?  Juliet?