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The Fool
elevatestein26
00:00 / 04:04
Suite No. 15, First Movement:
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken,
APT. 10
Apartment 10 appears nondescript on the outside, but when you step through the door, you smell incense and notice paintings of gods and angels on the walls. The apartment is deeper than you imagined, with ten rooms, each with a different color scheme, and each displaying different archetypal symbols. You wander into a room that has a blue color scheme, a painting of an opulent king on a golden throne, and a table with a pure white tablecloth, on which is set out a golden plate and chalice, with a golden, equal-armed cross floating above them. You suddenly feel magnificent, full of harmony and abundance, but then you also begin to develop a sense of superiority and become aware of the hints of hypocrisy and gluttony and tyranny in your nature. You move to the room across from it and discover a red color scheme, with a painting of a fierce warrior king in a chariot and weapons everywhere, a fire raging in a pit in the center of the room. Suddenly you feel strong, unafraid, full of energy, ready to take on any problem, any foe, but then you become overpowered by thoughts of cruelty and destruction. Each room, you discover, contains a different subtle energy represented by images and symbols, and each subtle energy has a virtue and a vice, a spectrum within a positive and a negative pole. The longer you stay in a room, the more the subtle forces influence you, and the more you understand the need to maintain harmony in your psyche. The key, you realize, is maintaining balance. Once you have achieved balance in all of the rooms, you finally reach the inner sanctum, where you are impressed by an overwhelming sense of unity and eternity, and you notice a painting of a fool about to step off of a cliff.
Suddenly you understand the Fool: he is either about to fall into the manifested world or into the Abyss. You somehow know that he is full of the most divine wisdom and the most blinding innocence, for he is the eternal child who experiences all and remains spiritually free. If the fool is falling toward the manifested world, he is going to know all the contrasts and challenges and beauties of the Kingdom. While there, he will feel separate and fragmented at times but whole and connected to the Source at others. Within the Kingdom he is going to experience the underlying unity of consciousness and also experience complete and utter loneliness and terror. He is less than the dust one moment and a king the next. He is a tiny cog in the machine and a hub whose spokes touch the edges of the cosmos. He is the observer, the observed, and the act of observation. He is a beast and a god.
If, on the other hand, he is falling into the Abyss and rises toward the Crown of Creation, he is going to experience the transcendent act of Union, which means that he will retain the human experience but be completely translated into something else.
As you gaze at the painting, your personality vanishes, and you shine with the subtle light of unified consciousness.
The Fool
awfool26
00:00 / 04:05
In Apt. 21 you hear a strange song from some other apartment. As you are falling asleep, you realize that it is the call of the blue whale, and you notice that the whale sometimes repeats what he has sung before but combines it with other melodies, as if trying to find just the right combination that will attract another blue whale, perhaps even from hundreds of miles away. You imagine swimming in a vast ocean by yourself with sharks and killer whales and strange creatures all around you, never finding someone who is like you, so you just keep singing, and no one seems to notice that now and then you repeat yourself. All the others seem intimidated by you, perhaps by your shape and size. In fact, you are never quite sure that anyone around you likes music or is even listening, so caught up are they in just surviving from one moment to the next. As you fall asleep you become like a blue whale, combining the music you dream in different ways so that perhaps someday someone out there in the vast blue deep will hear you.
Suite No. 15, Second Movement:
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken,
APT. 21
Ancient Path near House Pit and Pounding Stone
beat2e
00:00 / 04:03
Suite No. 15, Third Movement:
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken,
APT. 11
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A faint path leads under the bed. You move the bed and follow the path to the closet. Behind a stack of boxes is a door that you have never noticed before. After prying the door open, you follow the trail as it meanders under sofas and tables, into other bedrooms and closets. The trail leads through endless rooms; occasionally a door will open onto a trail that leads you through ruins and then back to rooms where people still appear to dwell, but the trail goes on and on through all the stuff of the tribe, and you realize you might never find the ideal rooms you had halfheartedly hoped to find--or your way back to those first rooms that you now recall with nostalgia.
Finally, a path leads you into the woods where you follow another network of trails, all connecting creeks and the pounding stones of a tribe gone for over a century. Pestles still remain in the mortars of some of the grinding stones. Occasionally you hear a sound like laughter or feel someone staring at you, but looking around, you find no one. As night approaches you sit down on a ridge in a constellation of flowers, which slopes down towards the lights of the city--a thin constellation which spreads out towards constellations of stars.
Prisoners at the Amusement Park
Beat 1
00:00 / 03:59
Suite No. 15, Fourth Movement,
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 22
Apt. 22 contains a model of an amusement park where crowds watch endless variations of every imaginable entertainment. Visitors gawk at action heroes who battle nefarious villains. Nearby, gourmet chefs reveal how to cook exotic dishes while, not far away, dinosaurs drink from a pond. Vampires, werewolves, and zombies are caught in various stages of descending upon their victims while singers compete with each other, the audience poised to vote. Wrestlers twist and turn into bizarre positions, their muscles straining and rippling, and dead bodies wait for detectives as the mafia gets ready for a gun battle with the police while, nearby, aliens peek through windows. At the edges of the park are explosions and mass graves and concentration camps and people dying from starvation, which some gaze at in horror or curiosity or secret amusement. Tired of the violence and suffering and indifference, a few wander off alone while people observe them.
The Foundation
Pendulum Dreams
00:00 / 04:01
Suite No. 15, Fifth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 13
In this apartment, you can freeze a moment of your life and examine each aspect, even down to the molecular level. While someone is about to slug you, his fist raised, you can observe the fly by his ear, the dust mites under the chair, the body ash all over the furniture, the atoms floating in what you once believed was only empty space. You can examine the facial expressions of your loved ones revealing fear, disapproval, anger, amusement. You can go into other rooms to observe things before they are used up, suggesting or corresponding to or reflecting what you perceived as the meaning of your life at that moment, slightly puzzling in retrospect, all the molecules acting as though conscious of how the patterns fit together, as if all possibilities were known.
Tenant's Dream
piecebeat
00:00 / 04:04
Suite No. 15, Sixth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
​APT. 14
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You wake up in the middle of a room next to a telescope. After blinking twice, you notice that the floor is as large as the base of a massive pyramid, and as you stand up inside the huge room, you lose your balance. When you step to your right to regain your balance, the entire floor tilts, just the slightest bit, accompanied by a loud whirring, as if many cogwheels had suddenly begun turning. When you return to the exact center of the room, the floor returns to its original evenness. Ridges in the floor extend in each cardinal direction, at first appearing merely decorative. After you grow bored of standing in the middle, you take several steps, and the reason for the ridges becomes immediately clear. The floor tilts no matter which way you step, and the ridges become stairs that enable you to proceed downward or upward in whatever direction you choose.
Then you notice a large, red button in the middle of each stair step. When you stamp down on one, the floor locks into position, enabling you to proceed easily upward or downward. You find that it is easier and feels more natural to go downward, but the farther down you go, the more you experience primal instincts and desires, and after awhile, as you continue downward, you discover that you are attracting menacing, unbalanced forces that grow darker and darker, so you return to the middle of the room, where you notice another red button under the telescope. When you step on that button, the floor returns to its original position.
You decide to climb upward and discover that you keep heading into bright light toward ethereal beings that are so advanced that you feel like an amoeba in comparison. Even so, when you are in their proximity, you begin to manifest their higher energies, becoming more and more like an angel. You find that no matter which way you head, up or down, you enter a different vibration, a different order of existence, the knowledge of which separates you from the rest of humanity, so you again head back to the middle of the room, where, finally, you discover the reason for the telescope: when you peer out of the massive windows into other rooms, you find that you can't locate any other people standing in the middle, no matter how long you search.
Constellations
orogan
00:00 / 04:09
Suite No. 15, Seventh Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 15
Only when you first turn off the lamp do you notice the tiny lights floating in the room. On closer inspection, you notice the lights have different shapes, some spiral, some with spiral arms extending from a bar across the center, some spherical, and some almost disc-like. Touching the lights causes an unpleasant shock, and since each shape is hopelessly altered by the impression made by your finger, you decide to avoid troubling the lights in any way. Creating an azimuthal chart, you plot the coordinates of each light and then tack the chart to the wall since you cannot see the lights in the daytime. One night, as you lay awake glimpsing the lights slowly whirling, you look out the window. It is a clear night, unusual in this polluted city, and you notice the stars for the first time in years. Only then does the thought occur to you that your room contains a universe. It also occurs to you that each galaxy contains solar systems that are too small to see, each potentially with life forms as significant and complex as your own species, all forms, no matter the size, held together in complex systems by inscrutable forces. For days you cannot move from the bed. Cockroaches and ants scurry over the counters, spiderwebs stretch from ceiling to wall.
A Pestle next to a Pounding Stone
beat2stein
00:00 / 04:05
Suite No. 15, Eighth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 18
The people in Apt 18 invite you in with open arms. They provide you with a delicious dinner and an intoxicating beverage and show you to a room complete with a comfortable bed and soft, warm blankets. You are so grateful and cannot help but love them for their generosity. The next day, they demand that you clean up all the dirt and grime in their apartment, but at dinner they don't give you enough to eat. They let you know then that they are the managers of the apartment complex, and they expect you to clean every vacant apartment until each one is spotless, and you will have to pay them for any extra food that you might need (which means you will have to go into debt). It's your choice, of course, they say. Because it's the only gig you can find, you have to agree. They lock you up in a cage at night and unlock it at sunrise so that you can get ready for work. You are, after all, they say, no better than a sponge or a toilet bowl brush. They are teaching you a lesson--they want to help you get used to being treated like an object. You'd think, they say, that you would know what that feels like by now.
Pestles on a PoundingStone
inspirestein
00:00 / 03:47
Suite No. 15, Ninth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 19
In Apt. 19 you find a fat demon sitting in a corner of the room. The more you tell the demon that you don't believe in him, the more it emanates malice. You try to convince it to leave, but it just grunts and shifts a little now and then in its chair. After awhile you begin shouting at it, which for some reason causes it to smile, so you attempt to reason with it. Suddenly you notice that spiders are dangling down from a huge nest in a corner of the ceiling. You hate bugs, so you suspect that the demon had something to do with the nest suddenly appearing. You explain to the demon that a nest of spiders in your room is totally unacceptable, that no human being would ever tolerate such a thing. Suddenly another nest of spiders appears in a different corner of the room, and you see other bugs crawling around on the floor, which makes you afraid that you will never be able to get rid of all the bugs in your room. Desperate, you turn your back to the demon and call upon God and the great Archangels Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, and Auriel to rid your room of the demon and all of the bugs. You ask God to work with Archangel Raphael to heal the demon; with Archangel Michael to bless and cleanse it with divine holy Fire; with Archangel Gabriel to bless and cleanse it with divine holy Water; and with Archangel Auriel to bless it with divine light and love and compassion and forgiveness and understanding. In your mind the room fills with brilliant points of light, and you feel a profound sense of peace and eternity. When you open your eyes the room is clear: the demon and the bugs are gone.
Pestle on a Pounding Stone
egdz23
00:00 / 04:47
Suite No. 15, Tenth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 20
In Apt. 20, one memory plays over and over: the day that you climbed over the barbed wire, careful not to hook your clothes, following a trail to the creek, wading through the turpentine scent exhaled by blue curl--tough stalks with tiny purple steer's skulls--the silence heightened by squirrels and lizards scurrying over cinnamon-colored leaves curled into boat shapes as you touched the silver puzzle of the bark, knowing you could never fit it back together as you pulled it apart, noting the bones like huge drum-sticks scattered on the slope just before you turned to discover the pounding stone for the first time--all this keeps replaying to the exclusion of everything else, as if something were about to fit together, thousands of years flooding the hillsides, yet there was no time, the far-off howl of a coyote joined by another howl, the faint cries and laughter of some tribe somehow near yet far away reaching you in the stillness.
Goldfields near a Native American Village Site
betwnd
00:00 / 04:17
Suite No. 15, Eleventh Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 23
The door opens on tules bordering a lake, and you remember dragonflies and red-winged blackbirds that suddenly appear--the memory, perhaps, surfacing because of the faintest rustling of transparent wings and a burbling call far off in the distance. You hear an echo from a large rock outcropping, but instead of a person emerging from the grove, a woodpecker glides to a nearby tree and forages in the bark, knocking on a tree again without any rhythm you can follow. After the woodpecker flies to another tree, the knocking sound suddenly resembles footsteps, and you find yourself waiting for the people who brought you here, how long ago you can't remember, to appear at the edge of the woods. Off in the distance, the sound of footsteps, more and more indistinct, continues. Sitting quietly in the breeze as dragonfly wings rustle in the tules, you gaze beyond the deep blue water to the mountains covered in snow.
Lupine, Poppies, Bird's Eye Gilia after the Rough Fire
springbeat21
00:00 / 04:03
Suite No. 15, Twelfth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 19
In Apt.19 you are nothing more and nothing less than who you were the day you explored the backyard when you were only five years old. You remember letting the mantis pray for several minutes on your index finger and watching the ladybug journey around your hand and trying to catch the dragonflies that were hovering over the bird bath. You remember the tortoise finding its way into the crawlspace under the house and the soft fur of the dog and the fragrance of the red roses floating in currents through the air--a time before you were ever abused or traumatized or vilified or demonized, a time before you started accumulating the negativity of suffering, of shame and guilt and regrets and betrayal and upheaval and poverty and loss. You can return to this time because in Apt. 19 you have performed a mental purification process. You sometimes experience a sense of blissful liberation, something you rarely even experienced as a child, because you have released all the negativity accumulated in your energy field, and you have become like a child again, without hatred or anger or fear, a child with great curiosity and love for insects and reptiles and animals and flowers and other people and all the creatures of the earth.
Pounding Stones on Ridge Overlooking the San Joaquin Valley
conf23
00:00 / 06:07
Suite No. 15, Thirteenth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 21
Sure that truth and morality and the arts don't mean much to people anymore, you fill the hot air balloons connected to your room and gently lift away from the other rooms in the apartment complex. Exhilarated by the view, you glide over the valley, a vast quilt of farms with packing sheds and processing plants and towns that develop outward around each nuclei of malls, fast food restaurants, box stores, and gas stations. You notice that the small towns in the valley resemble serfdoms, with a few extravagant mansions and a few run-down middle-class homes and numerous tawdry shacks surrounding the inner core of affluence. You glide over to the foothills, some regions of which still seem pristine. You glimpse a network of trails and amuse yourself by trying to map the paths, realizing that they must form an ancient web connecting Native American village sites all over the mountains, but the trails keep vanishing in the grass. You go higher above the smog and glimpse all the cultivated and urbanized land where wetlands and lakes used to be, the dams on every river; beyond that are strip mines and patches of clear-cut forests. You go even higher where the oxygen grows thin and view a huge fault and the opening of a volcano, the ocean in the distance. Every now and then you hear jets and explosions, and you wonder how high you need to go to escape the wars and disasters as, breathing through an oxygen mask, you approach the cold blanket of outer space.
Indian Pinks
divjad26
00:00 / 04:09
Suite No. 15, Fourteenth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 33
In Apt. 33, you venture far beyond your society and there you meet your higher self, an aspect of your psyche that transcends space and time. Sometimes, for instance, you experience nonlocal consciousness, and you know what is happening in places far from your limited physical senses. Your higher self communicates with your conscious mind through voices and visions and intuitions and is your link to Universal Consciousness: sometimes you even become the eyes of God, the Universal Consciousness perceiving Itself through your senses. Sometimes you even perceive the cosmos, a tiny speck of light surrounded by the blackness of space, from the perspective of the Infinite Mind. You know that there is really no distance between your consciousness and the consciousness of other people and the flora and fauna of the natural world. You don't take drugs in Apt. 33. You don't need to take drugs. You know that consciousness is not finite. You know that life is not meaningless and absurd. Even though other people might view you as an object to be exploited or oppressed or abused, you can usually avoid or transcend that annoyance. You are in touch with your soul, and you know that the higher self connects with a vast tapestry of energies in the world and in the cosmos.
Pounding Stone at the Bottom of Pine Flat Reservoir in a Drought Year
beatnowind26
00:00 / 04:03
Suite No. 15, Fifteenth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 22
Apartment 22 contains a scale model revealing a section of the foothills during the drought, with large rocks and even most of the trees--oaks, gray pines, sycamores, buckeyes, red-buds--accurately positioned. The reservoir is so low that the river resembles its former self. The slopes of the canyon, however, are stripped of life, except for a rusty crop of cockle-burs, which has flourished underwater, the seeds brought in by the first herds of cattle. If you examine the terrain carefully with a magnifying glass, you can even see ancient Native American trails stretching from one abandoned village site to another, where pestles still protrude from the mortars of a few pounding stones. You can also still see in the floodplain an old road used before the dam was built, as well as abutments where bridges spanned the river and its tributaries.
Buried under water for sixty years, a stone chimney still stands erect near pounding stones. Preserved by the cold water, dead trees still tower, stripped bare, almost black. Overgrown mining and logging roads, sometimes built over ancient trails, wind around the hillsides above the denuded slopes, and in some places the collapsed mines can be still be found, often near Native American village sites. Below the dam are canals and ditches that spurred one of the first water wars in the valley, but no obvious signs of conflict remain. Not far from the river is a creek used as an irrigation canal to irrigate the first bumper crop of wheat that attracted the railroad. Around the tracks, the city continues to grow. Not far away from the creek new houses are popping up, the city slowly leapfrogging into the foothills.
Tidy Tips, Bird's Eye Gilia, Miniature Lupine
littleconcerto26
00:00 / 04:01
Suite No. 15, Sixteenth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 29
In Apartment 29 you eventually notice that you live within a wide spectrum of energy. At one pole of the spectrum, all is light and love and harmony. At the other end of the pole, all is fear and hatred and conflict. Eventually you realize that everyone outside of Apt. 29 also lives in the same spectrum of energy, but only in Apt. 29 have you been able to recognize that you can usually choose what type of energy you wish to experience at any given moment. In the frequency of harmony, it doesn't matter what race, color, creed or gender you are. It doesn't matter if you are gay or bisexual or transexual or pansexual or heterosexual. In the frequency of harmony, everyone is treated as a magnificent spiritual being, and everyone lives with reverence for the natural world and for all other people. In the frequency at the opposite end of the pole, however, a malignant narcissist retains power even though he has abused women and breaks the law just about every day and lies whenever he opens his mouth and constantly attempts to infect everyone with his racism, sexism, and hatred for people who strike him as even a little disloyal or different from him. What you do in the negative frequency to help others is almost always considered wrong in some way because generosity and solidarity are anathema to those with power and wealth. Everyone in the negative frequency lives in fear. Society always seems on the verge of collapse, and indeed the economy crashes every four to seven years. Politically, people remain divided, and you can't trust anyone else because many people in the negative frequency want to take what you have due to the constant instability of the economy. Unfortunately, outside of Apt. 29, if anyone happens to venture into the frequency of light and love and harmony, that person is vulnerable to attacks by people who remain mired in fear and anger and hatred.
Five Spot
hot26!
00:00 / 04:03
Suite No. 15, Seventeenth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 35
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You enter Apt. 35 and see a long hallway with more doors than you can count. You enter the first door on your right. The room is full of unwashed dishes and littered with wrappers and newspapers. Since you are exhausted, you stretch out on the unmade bed. The room is dark, but suddenly you remember a day spent at the park with your son. As he played in a sandbox with a Matchbox truck, you stood by the monkey bars, anxious and a little bored. Your memory suddenly becomes more real than the room, and your consciousness balloons--you unexpectedly experience a kind of bliss that you never have imagined possible. You experience another memory of when you were washing dishes. Again, the memory is more real than the dark room, and you feel a joy that you did not experience when the event actually occurred. No matter what memories you have--pumping gass, grocery shopping, taking the cat to the veterinarian--you feel as if you are moving from glory to glory--as if all memories, no matter how mundane, can be experienced in superconscious bliss. You move to the next room and experience powerful intuitions and hear voices predicting the future. You continue down the hall, and in the next room, you somehow know what people have thought and felt about you. In the next room, you meditate and envision golden symbols that reveal spiritual principles. Then, in the next room, you encounter an Archangel: your personality disappears and you experience a profound sense of eternity, and you understand that your personality is transitory but your soul is eternal. In the next room, you are engulfed in brilliant light as if you had just stepped into the sun. In the next room, you experience all memories as if God were experiencing Its own creation through you, as if your consciousness and your memories have always been part of one Universal Consciousness....
The Magician: Mercury
lvtree
00:00 / 04:11
Suite No. 15, Eighteenth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 3
In Apt. 3, you repeatedly have a vision of a golden balanced cross with an Archangel at each end--and soon discover that the vision reveals the symbolic template for two powerful mystical rituals, the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram (LBRP) and the Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram (SIRP). When you perform the rituals, you feel like you are experiencing a mystical union with Christ, for the Archangels contain the transformative and harmonious powers of the Christ-force: Raphael is the "healer of God"; Michael cleanses with divine holy Fire--and casts out demons; Gabriel cleanses with divine holy Water, washing away sin and negativity; and Auriel fills you with divine light and love and compassion and understanding. On the pentagram, Auriel represents the element of Earth and the Hebrew letter Yod; Raphael represents the element of Air and the Hebrew letter Heh; Gabriel represents Water and the Hebrew letter Vau; and Michael represents Fire and the final letter Heh--together forming the Hebrew name of God, Yod, Heh, Vau, Heh--Jehovah or Yahweh. You find out that if you position the Hebrew letter Shin at the top of the pentagram, you get a new Hebrew word--Yeshua, in other words, Jesus....By performing these rituals, you have made some dark forces very pissed off at you, but God and Christ and the Archangels protect you and neutralize the dark forces to create balance. In Apt. 3, you come to understand that working with the Archangels is your spiritual purpose.
Four of Pentacles
concert7
00:00 / 04:03
Suite No. 15, Nineteenth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 4
In Apt. 4, you are an emperor with a golden throne and a golden toilet. You have more wealth than half the people in the world. In order to achieve your exalted status, you have had to depress wages and crush unions and blackball (or kill) activists who fight for justice and strive to create sustainable communities for future generations. You have had to buy off the politicians in each political party so that they allow your lobbyists to write legislation that benefits you, politicians who will cut funding for social programs for children and seniors and veterans and the homeless and anyone else who might need a little help. Your handmaidens also gut or eliminate any regulations that might keep the wealth from flowing in your direction. As a master of mankind, you follow the vile maxim: All for me, and nothing for anyone else. You throw homeless people who have not committed violent crimes into for-profit prisons, modern concentration camps that treat prisoners as slave labor. You crush the competition to create monopolies. Also, unfortunately, many people have to die in order for you to maintain this system. For instance, nine million people, one third of whom are children, die of causes associated with starvation every year. Untold millions of people die unnecessarily from viruses and curable diseases because you only allow a for-profit health care system that is twice as expensive but far less effective than a universal health care system. You don't even provide adequate testing or protective gear in a pandemic for front-line workers and the population in general. Unfortunately, numerous people also keep dying because you have gutted food and safety regulations. The climate is becoming weirder and weirder, but you don't allow your environmental protection agency to regulate anything. In fact, people keep dying unnecessarily for economic and environmental reasons, but that is the price of maintaining a free market capitalistic system where anyone can succeed as long as they are intelligent and work hard--the true price of freedom.
Rooms that Dream
Popconcert26
00:00 / 02:50
Suite No. 15, Twentieth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 6
From a dark room on the second story above the parking garage, you look out on a series of windows through several rooms where you can finally see the street in the farthest window. In one room, a ring is slipped on a finger; in another, a child's hand reaches up from the floor to touch the dress of a woman ironing a shirt; in the most distant room, a hand is lifted from a coffin and grasped for a long time. Beyond the last window, a woman with a knife is chasing a man, and as he struggles to escape, he dashes up an escalator that carries him toward the clouds; the man escapes and enters a bathroom. He soon realizes that there are no stalls and that he is surrounded by many men; he gallops away and falls into water and can't move. As you watch the man while you gaze through your window, you suddenly realize that the image of the windows is actually projected onto a screen from some place in the wall. As you watch, some thoughts keep reappearing like beliefs, layered with associations and feelings; others disappear, perhaps forever. Occasionally you search for the source of the projections, finding only a dim light under the door, so you finally turn back to the screen.
Strength
7peace
00:00 / 04:13
Suite No. 15, Twenty-First Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 3 Revisited
In Apt. 3, you find a book of magic on a dusty shelf. Since you have nothing better to do, you perform one of the rituals in the book. Suddenly innumerable points of light swirl around you, and you find yourself in a thought-bubble of astounding complexity. A profound sense of eternity erases your personality, leaving only your soul. You realize as you read the book of magic that you have invoked an Archangel, an awesome power of harmony. That night as you are falling asleep, a powerful invisible being shakes you so hard that you think it is trying to kill you. Then, a few minutes later, as you are falling asleep, the being pokes your ribs so hard that it wakes you up again. You turn on the light but cannot see anyone else in the room. The next day, the invisible being paralyzes you and chokes you, and you suspect that it is feeding off of your fear. Later that day, the invisible being makes a rude noise right behind you. No one else is in the house. You realize that the ritual has opened up a wide spectrum of energy that most people are not even aware of, with powerful beings of harmony at one end of the spectrum and powerful beings of chaos and disorder at the other. After you have opened up this wider spectrum of energy, you realize that there is no way that you can ignore it or escape it. The powerful beings of chaos and negation will not let you forget about them. You become keenly aware that evil exists in the world in a dimension that you cannot see, and you feel that you have no choice but to perform a ritual that deals with the negative forces as you also continue to invoke the awesome powers of harmony. In the process, by asking the Archangels to bless and cleanse and heal the dark forces, you are neutralizing them to create balance.
Pestle in Ray of Sunlight
fanfare26
00:00 / 04:07
Suite No. 15, Twenty-Second Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 24
In Apartment 24 you are told that you must shelter in place due to some great danger to your health. Unfortunately, you lose your job and quickly run out of money to buy food and pay rent and so many other bills. The government sends you a check, which you use to pay one month's rent and for utilities and a little food, but the danger lingers on. As you hang out in your apartment, you discover that three people in your country own as much wealth as half of the population, and these plutocrats and kleptocrats are able to find every loophole imaginable to avoid paying taxes. Everyone can see that they control the politicians through campaign contributions. Over half of the government's discretionary spending funds the war machine, which perpetuates conflicts and genocide in other parts of the world. None of it goes to health care or health emergencies. Since you no longer have a job, you don't have any health insurance, and you would go broke if you had to go to the doctor. For your job, you spent years going to college, which nearly wiped you out financially. In Apartment 24, every night as you are falling asleep, you dream that a huge monster is sucking the life out of you.
Ithuriel's Spears in Poison Oak
blessvib
00:00 / 04:47
Suite No. 15, Twenty-Third Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 27
In Apartment 27, people who step through the door turn into monsters. Some look like insects, some appear reptilian, but some look more like animals. One was ant-like, with very sharp pincers; one resembled a snake with extremely long fangs; one was a ferocious cat-like creature. One was a strange arachnid--a cross between a spider and a scorpion. The scariest are those who resemble demons--you quickly shoo them out so that they don't have any time to work their evil magic on you. Occasionally you wonder if each person reveals his or her true inner self when they step into the apartment, or if the apartment wants people to believe that deep down all humans are monsters, or if for fun some powerful magician created a kind of Halloween atmosphere in the apartment in order to freak people out--and had so much fun that he decided not to end the spell. Sometimes, a person who passes through the door of Apartment 27 doesn't immediately turn into a monster, but you know the moment will eventually arrive and all hell will break loose, so you decide not to let people into the apartment anymore. "But what kind of monster am I?" you wonder out loud as you lock the door behind you, because, at some point, somebody had removed all reflective surfaces from the rooms.
The High Priestess: The Moon
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Suite No. 15, Twenty-Fourth Movement--
Rooms that Dream, Paths that Awaken:
APT. 38
In the middle of the front room in Apt. 38 is a throne. On the right side of the throne is a black marble pillar, on the left side a white marble pillar. Connecting the two pillars is a tapestry of stars and full moons that represent different archetypal energies. When you sit on the throne, you feel like you are in the center of the matrix of Universal Consciousness and that the matrix also exists at the center of your psyche. The matrix within the cosmos contains dimensions of Universal Consciousness while the matrix inside of you contains the same energies that connect you to those dimensions of Universal Consciousness. Your personal consciousness, so limited by the physical conditions of Apt. 38, can transcend the realities of your space and time as you connect with the dimensions of nonlocal consciousness. To your left you sense the Emanation of Mercy and experience the qualities of Jupiter, and you are filled with the magnificence, harmony, and abundance of both Universal Consciousness and the human spirit. On your right, you experience the intense power and discipline and strength of Mars, as well as a fire that burns away all negativity in your heart and mind. You experience the harmonizing and healing energies of the Sun and the types of love and beauty associated with Venus and the splendor of the human mind associated with Mercury. You travel all the paths connecting the archetypal states of being, each path with its own archetypal energies that also exist within you. Eventually, your mind floats among innumerable galaxies in the zodiac, and after awhile you experience a massive light at the center of all creation. Suddenly, the cosmos collapses into a point of light that shrinks until it can barely be perceived within the surrounding blackness. You have drifted beyond the matrix into a field of negative existence from which the cosmos has emanated, but with the power of your personal consciousness, you can easily return to the throne in the middle of the room.
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