there was a time….
child, do you remember?
silvered charm days
warm greying mornings
bedrooms symbiotic adhesion
time stand still for me
take out my deck
lay down the cards….
the magician
the hanged man
the empress
the four of wands
the fool
i have been cast up here
cast up in this bed and pillows
falling out of heaven
into this future
do you remember my names then?
they said
you are who we say you are!
i said
and you are who i think you are!
my fragile ship crashed
i was ejected into thin air
i hung in the bright day
i swung to n fro in the holy dawn
as her rosy fingers crept higher in the eastern sky
i sent winged words to god
to not let me die here
and that i would sacrifice gladly
if he would extend Himself
to save me….
how to describe what happened next….
words seem not to operate in some spheres
in other words
language can only describe a narrow band
on the spectrum of all possible things n events
remember then
how i told you
i was blown from that paper blue sky
i was drifted in cloud
cocooned in the gentle mist
damp n warm
my astral double partially detached
over chrome lakes swooping
screaming silently over shoals of electric eels
blasting back the razor sharp wind
as the aerials warped n bent the wing
burning up in freezing atmo-spheres
feverish dreaming rushing sleeping voyage
hurled violently thru purple patches
serenity in stillness
child, wake up
child, see my scar
my scar where i fell n fell n fell
oh child, i never want to fall ever again
oh i can still feel the falling
falling falling falling
faster faster
down
down
down
down
down
picking up speed
then….
i hit
everything shatters
i forget everything
stars implode
blackness turning into redness
suction
sucking me under
who am me now?
why was that….
how did this….
i was just…
a voice whispers in the nothing
you see i have saved you again….?
and then that is snatched away too
and youre lying here
in this bed
at dawn
with me
strange flowers n birds outside
strange sun in stranger sky
i think long n hard
who?
who?
who?
names pass thru my mind
i hear voices
one name n voice float to the top
kilbey! kilbey! kilbey!
it reasserts
strongly
and more strongly
this world resonates
this planet remembers everything
this earth will remind you
over n over
when you fall
again
themeless in gaza
posted on October 25, 2006 at 8:33 pm
Whatever your mood or opinion I simply adore sharing my morning with you.
“Coffee and Kilbey”…..
Please don’t take this pleasure away from me come November 22.
wow~~this sounds like the kinds of dreams i’ve been having lately….
I laughed, and will forget easily
dude, exactly how I felt this morning. consicely phrased as the “hit by a truck” awakening
me will always remember…
Ne iko
Steven,
Speechless in California. Can’t think of a comment, so I’ll just say “nice one.”
–n.p. Free system projekt, “Protoavis” (the ghost of the once great Edgar Froese ihhabits the bodies of a couple Dutch guys)
lOVE THESE ONE’S SK,One of those nights was it???. (emerald haunt in overdrive…..)
Been having some very weird dreamies up on the Gordon ranch in Victoria.
A sleeping mind is a stage for all those novice actors to work shop and ad-lib their way around your’e head.
Mind saturation…
OVERDRIVE
Release..
Thank you
an elephant in
your time
black whole
made hole the
star you are
not first nor
last nor somewhere
inbetween
sweet dream
within dreams
and all
it is
you are
Rage channel 2
Friday night October 27th @ 11:55
CRAIG OBEY vs. THE CHURCH – Under The Milky Way
Who is CRAIG OBEY?
In the world between worlds, Spirits dance like diamonds on the water’s surface.
Occasionally earthbounds are granted a visitors pass. But they can only see so much….
“THE GARDEN” – Simple Minds
Meet me in the garden, come here soon
I’ll be by the font inside the maze
Floating like a babe inside the womb
Swimming in silver liquid haze
Walk with me in the garden
Walk with me
Walk with me, walk with me, walk with me.
Come on now, let’s shimmer in the lake
I beg you let me tease with your blindfold
Nothing in this garden feels opaque
Distance like the lights of home
Walk with me in the garden
Walk with me
Walk with me, walk with me, walk with me.
___________________________________
We keep coming back until our work (the alignment/integration of personality with Spirit) is complete.
As the personality dies to its needs and wants, true compassion (born of humility) emerges….revealing the Way.
Wisdom is often confused with naivety…especially if the blindfold is too tight!
And the Way?
Seek to walk side by side, aligned, integrated, with Spirit through the Garden of this Life.
amen
my smile testifies
why i return to you
again and again
the smile of bliss
knowing
peace
yearning
deep-rooted, subliminal,
heartfelt understanding
and i want to snatch words
and lay them before you
but the electric eel buzz
pinballing inside your soul
is the thing
not the description thereof
so then
enjoy the feelin’
a feelin’ deep inside
oh yeah
I only just woke up, but you’ve got me dreaming again.
you are the cecil b d mille of dreams.
my fragile ship crashed
sublime
chi miigwetch!
^_^
bravo maestro
I was really starting to miss these kind of blogs….that was so good sk.
love you always,
Amanda
SK- couldn’t get any better than that – another great one!!
fucking great sk again.
don’t you fall
r.l.m.
half- anony-mouse
I always manage to wake up AFTER I smack against the ground. It sucks.
John
Awesome, truly awesome. I am beginning to think that I truly don’t know ANYONE as talented as a certain Mr. Kilbey. Perhaps there are others, but you are the one I enjoy paying attention to. Thank you for all you do, Steve. Your inspiration is seamless. Stay well.
BV
as Mr Burns would say ‘eeeeeexxxcccellent!!!’
oh man…..
And Thank-you Lord for Kilbey.
That was beautiful…Day 5 or Pure Chance without the music.
God, I’m dreading 22 November.
Please don’t stop.
I met Damon Albarn on Sunday night whilst at the seaside…..he has a long way to go yet to even get close to thee SK. I had my ULTC T-shirt on. Spreading the word and keeping the faith.
Kilbey…Kilbey…Kilbey.
Love you more
Dave M
x
… I would sacrifice gladly
Steve
I pray you listened
Justice is but a hanged man away
Sweet Chariot
MP
such magical projections across miles of optical fiber
Fantastic dream, Rainy Day Dream Away….I dreamed the other day that I was kayaking on rivers in strange subterranean caverns..I could have sworn it was real. Waking up was a shock. Had very vivid dreams on morphine for a few days one time; Anaesthesia coming to me.
JJ
This was really great. Perhaps transmigration, scant memories of that initial descent into the mortal plane, explain dreams of falling…
ryan
Mmmmmmm.
hubba hubba more hubba