Carcosa Bound

Fossil angels – the Earth's memory of a shell. Though every atom of one's living being is replaced with stone, it retains form; one remains, a memory and impression.

Though physically extinct, on this act of reverence for something so utterly alien and foreign to our lifewave.

Maybe even pre-linguistic – something from before the incursion of the entity we call language.

Making Kin.

Technique

Memory, stone, formation, the persistent impression. I scry into this – a stone does not need to be lustrous or reflective to speak.

This becomes the psychopomp. I learn it's character, as it learns mine. It wakes up slowly, speaks slowly, and in many voices – the other materials and minerals in its formation, perhaps?

Echoes of the eddies in currents of time and tide, at least.

Theory

That which is is that which acts. Even the Qlippoth acts – my own method of making any sense of these is as casting moulds of creation, with fragments of the immanent material of the first, last and only event still clinging to it.

They are necessarily reversed – as a mould is a reverse of that which it casts. Calling this “Evil” is like calling your intestines evil for producing faeces. Those who do are just full of shit.

This is the memory of the formation, from the perspective of the methods implements.

Without leaning too heavily into the acid bath of modern primate sociopolitical warfare – you want to know what's happening, ask those who do the work, the factory floor, to to speak.

This is how we can do our own gemba walk, cheerfully cruising on the factory floor of creation.

Grounding concept

There is only one Event – following Whitehead, (in so far as I can follow Whitehead, he's hard work) time is a secondary phenomena, and one that holographically evolves.

The past ain't what it used to be – it gets updated as the Event interacts with Potential.

And together, they be one in Truth.