posted on November 17, 2007 at 10:23 pm

at 3 am
dead of night
the man gets out of bed
leaves his sleeping wife to her dreams
how long had he been asleep?
he stood naked in the darkened living room
as a moonless night stretched above the house
he checked on the children
who slumbered restfully
in his own workroom
he sat dazzled under the light
boxes of pastels and and a half finished portrait
guitars lying around in cases
pastel colours squashed into the carpet
a yoga mat
a vase with fake flowers
a small chest of drawers
an amplifier
books on art
a bin full of v cans and fiji water bottles
a printer
paints in tubes all squeezed and that
boxes full of papers and statements
a bookcase full of books
two desks one full of art and memorabilia
the other with computer and drawers with accounting
and bits and pieces
on the wall hangs a self portrait
a postcard of kali
a poster advertising a long passed exhibition
photos of children
botticellis rape of the nymph by zephyrus (detail)
some russian saint with a kid swaddled up tight
a tree in a pot with two wooden birds
the man sits in the quiet of 3 am
nothing anywhere seems to move
only the man awake in this city of millions
the clocks incessant tick tick never tock fades
the man hears it
oh so faint a sound
like a beautiful hum
like the voice of a dreambeing
was he really ever even hearing it
the man who is half asleep
for the direction of the sound
the tiny warm humming
silvery sound
coming from his third drawer
he opens the drawer
pulling out bits of paper
and khaki envelopes
and sticky tape
a deck of cards
the little hammer slender and deadly
in that little bag
he pulls the bag out
is it emitting a signal or not
it seems to be silent
no the man thinks
no i must have been mistaken
absent mindedly
he empties the bags contents on his desk
a piece of crystal
shaped like a small phallus
its body cloudy and veined with tiny white lines
its head is clear but becomes a smoky grey on the very tip
a piece of paper says
lemurian crystal
the man thinks
he remembers a charity event a year ago or so
a woman
god he cant even see a face now
a woman relatively unremarkable
insomuch as he had no memory of her
she seemed shy
she had said something briefly
handed him the bag
and disappeared into the thinning crowds
he had glanced briefly at the crystal
oh how nice he had thought
it ended up in his drawer for a long while
but somehow now
it had made its presence felt
lemurian crystal said the little bit of paper
and something else too small for him to read
at this time of night with no glasses
he held the crystal in his hand
it gave off a slight warmth
like the sound he thought he’d heard
it fitted into his palm
like a weapon or a wand
he could feel a subtle pull on his energy
an exchange
as the crystal absorbed
and in return gave out
lemurian crystal
semi conductor
a transducer
the man turned off the light
he sat in the darkness
with the crystal in his left hand
miles away and years ago
the crystal emanated its information
the man sat and he listened
listened to something
that made no sound
at all

32 Responses to “crystalline rush”

  1. avatar
    it's the cymbals that do the damage | 17 November 2007 at 11:26 pm #

    If the Twilight Zone had been a noir written by Clark Ashton Smith, this would’ve made a great opening scene.
    As a man who dreads tinnitus, I wonder how the unending screaming in your ears affects what should be silent scenes such as this?

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    just for you... | 17 November 2007 at 11:48 pm #

    my extension until feb. 2 is official… after then? who knows… but seems appropriate being the pagan feast of ibolic…

    final sequencing has begun… this just for you(s) it begins here:

    comments, critique welcome


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    Anonymous | 18 November 2007 at 12:32 am #

    That’s spooky sk, I wonder what it all means. I’m sure someone out there will explain it all.
    Have a beautiful day.
    Love Amanda

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    JONNY NOT YET SO HOLLYWOODISH | 18 November 2007 at 12:46 am #

    maybe one day eye will explain it all…
    The Reel/Real Lemurian Crystal

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 November 2007 at 1:01 am #

    Hmm… Energy drinks. Can’t sleep. Buzz buzz buzzing.

  6. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 18 November 2007 at 3:09 am #

    Today’s blog was out of the “Twilight Zone”. The existential and otherworldly Sk manifests again. At once eerie and solacing. I’m so glad Sk’s a family man. It prevents him from being another Jim Morrison. “Wishful Sinful” “End of The Night” and “Hyacinth House” used to haunt me into being comfortably numb.

    I’m fifteen hours behind in time from SK and Ethereal Butterfly. Seven hours behind Davem and Andy. “Half A World Away” was a decent Michael Stipe song.

    Tim F. I don’t care for Neil Young but his concerts in Chicago got rave, exemplary reviews from two astute and impartial music critics within the past week. I’m glad for u because u dig him. So do many others.

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    Anonymous | 18 November 2007 at 3:19 am #

    wow! did that really happen sSK?…how beautiful! good move,turning the light off…when you cant see clearly with your eyes,and turn off the artificial light..sensation,and feeling,is free to bounce around in its wave form…sounds like that crystal wanted to be found .if its true ,this piece…its a karmic/cosmic progression.a snowball effect which began at an seemingly insignificant glitch in time….possibly a very long time ago…and a barrier guard{the woman,like a guard rail on a winding mountain road}…very cool stuff lately Steve!ha! “twilight zone” my bottomski…this way surpasses “twilight zone”!…a wonderful and mesmerizing bloog today,thank you! have a smashing day! …love,as always,gen xxxxx

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    ...being here, doing this... | 18 November 2007 at 3:55 am #

    “That’s spooky sk, I wonder what it all means. I’m sure someone out there will explain it all.”

    Rise early, and meditate!

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    Anonymous | 18 November 2007 at 4:41 am #

    baal and zeus says ..
    resad that back again and listen to cantilever

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    Anonymous | 18 November 2007 at 4:43 am #

    and oh yeah ..
    believe it or not don mclean s voice just blew me away …and im not talkin no american pie .. im talkin american prayer baybeeeee….

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 November 2007 at 4:45 am #

    and do listen to cantilever .. do it now … two words ,…
    head phones

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    Anonymous | 18 November 2007 at 5:09 am #

    To think, sk, that the crystal will still be around long after you are gone. Does it wait for moments such as the one you have related here.

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    Melissa | 18 November 2007 at 5:56 am #

    oh my .. heart was thumping reading this SK! Don’t even know whether or not I should be commenting about today’s blog (coz yes, I AM shy).

    Glad though that the crystal is somewhat making its presence felt 🙂

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 November 2007 at 7:24 am #

    Oi!! Being Here, Doing This, you pickin’ on me????

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    Anonymous | 18 November 2007 at 7:32 am #


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    Mr Burns | 18 November 2007 at 7:35 am #


  17. avatar
    zoerov | 18 November 2007 at 8:58 am #

    I wonder what’s next…

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    Ethereal Butterfly | 18 November 2007 at 9:38 am #

    From All that has been.

    Rocks in the water
    Rocks on the Land
    A smooth little Rock
    Lies here in my hand.

    Energy a life force
    Woman and Man

    Know where it is come from.
    Sense where it is
    Where it is going to
    The pull from within.

    Rocks in the water
    Rocks on the Land
    A smooth little Rock
    Lies here in my hand

    Here in my hand it sits
    This little Rock
    From all that has been
    A time woven clock.

    Your blog reminded me of this piece of rambling I wrote a long time ago when I experienced a similar resonance with a very smooth stone I had found on the beach and the feeling of centredness it gave me….

    No Brien – you and Killa are light years ahead of me in many respects………

  19. avatar
    woodsprite | 18 November 2007 at 10:15 am #

    Good find, sounds like you’ve got a willing collaborator. Keep it with you!

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    Anonymous | 18 November 2007 at 11:31 am #

    there’s a hell of a lot more to the world than meets the eye…was there a message in its ageless translucence…
    sorry i haven’t been around these last few days…busy busy busy…as for elections, i honestly don’t know who i’m going to vote for…oh dear…
    i’ve got some gorgeous lorikeets and eastern rosellas visiting my yard at the moment, absolutely stunning…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart

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    Anonymous | 18 November 2007 at 12:40 pm #

    what did the paper say when you put your glasses on?can paper speak?

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    gregra&gar | 18 November 2007 at 2:12 pm #

    Well done, sir; Keep it near and dear and you might hear the clear hum to lead you to some beat of life’s drum your faceless fairy fem chose you to dance to.

  23. avatar
    blackeyes | 18 November 2007 at 3:01 pm #

    they only say to those who can hear… baybee.
    dont bother SK to answer a question like this. ok?

  24. avatar
    blackeyes | 18 November 2007 at 3:14 pm #

    it’s very clear that
    there must be so many pretty birdies
    want to be kept near and dear
    to lovely Mr.K
    to dance with.
    can i be chosed tomorrow, dear Mr.kilbey?

    little green fairy.

  25. avatar
    neo | 18 November 2007 at 3:46 pm #

    are you cats talking about phosphene ?

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    davem | 18 November 2007 at 6:32 pm #


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    fantasticandy | 18 November 2007 at 11:04 pm #

    dear melissa,
    i was given something very much like this a few years ago.
    i was told to guard it very carefully as it would always attempt to make it’s way to the place where it truly belonged.
    i miss it very much.
    a spellbinding blog today steve,
    one that resonates deeply with me.
    god bless you my friend.
    andy L.

  28. avatar
    usi | 19 November 2007 at 12:28 am #

    youre not supposed to touch them

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    ...being here, doing this... | 19 November 2007 at 1:29 am #

    “Oi!! Being Here, Doing This, you pickin’ on me????

    Early morning meditation is a great way to achieve balance and harmony for the day ahead.

    That’s how I would interpret the “message” of the early morning call of the crystal!

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    Melissa | 19 November 2007 at 4:33 am #

    thanks andy L @ 10.04 am 🙂 What happened to yours .. did you lose it somehow? 🙁 You can always find another one .. so many beautiful pieces out there.

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    eek | 19 November 2007 at 8:39 am #

    I love this blog — you really captured that late night/very early morning feel so well. And I could see everything you described in that room. Most writing I read and understand (or not depending on what it is) but it’s very special writing that I actually feel. A bit like you hearing that crystal I guess.

    I wish I could write so vibrantly. But I’m glad I get to experience it, even if I can’t write that way myself.

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 November 2007 at 9:02 am #

    Lemurian Crystal.

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