Friday, 13 March 2009
Sunday, 15 February 2009
Friday, 13 February 2009
Today I woke up and saw The Masters of Orbal Devices, I don't know how they got in but they'd made themselves at home. A ritual was being performed, lead by Grand Master Have-a-Bun91, who blew the Bubbles of Barry* from his consciousness into our dimension via the Hoop of Harry.**
The Masters said they wished to gift our world with many copies of Larry Lord of Peace, and eventually they produced some geese. I told them we have enough geese already and asked if they could make them go away. Grand Master Have-a-Bun91 said Larry moves in mysterious ways and the geese are charged by him to spread love and wisdom throughout the world, or locally at least.
We watched the geese make their way down the ladder and over the fields into the distance, then The Masters and I played dominoes and talked about Chartism until they had to leave.
*Barry God of Bubbles
**Harry God of Hoops
Saturday, 7 February 2009
I just found the above footage I took last summer, it was under a thought pattern upstairs.
It was a gloriously sunny day and Random Baloney decided to set up easel and paint the countryside on a canvas. He is a Third Level Frequency Being who can receive messages in the air and transmit them with his mouth. I thought it would be a good idea to film him because Random is at his most attuned state when painting.. he never shuts up but it is quite a privelege to witness him in action.
Friday, 6 February 2009
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Romo Chitty-Block came up to the tree-house last weekend to celebrate the beginning of Imbolc, the pagan new year, with a homemade brew to enhance the occasion. He performed a ritual (which I captured on film) to invoke Gary The Bird Spirit of Imbolc, and he also revealed strange devices that live inside the air.
I woke up the next day in the kitchen sink, which was at the top of the tree, and I felt so happy to have seen Gary.
Sunday, 25 January 2009
Sometimes the Tree House visits itself in The Dimension of Happy Victorian Golfers, which is found in the attic room. The psychedelic window vortex is made of light powered by Tiriana Lamp-Post7, who was once someone else in a Kurt Vonnegut book (but only when it was open). Window pains no longer exist in this room because they are incompatible with golf, from any dimension, and clouds float through from Tuesday evening to Saturday afternoon.
Today there was only one golfer but it looked happy enough. It's name is Percia Outward-Nine, one of the best golfers that has ever lived and thirty-three times winner of the prestigious Jolly Golfer Trophy. I usually put a tin bowl on my head and hide behind the sofa when Percia is about, it's the best approach to take in the circumstances and allows me to practice my invisible technique.
Thursday, 15 January 2009
There is a legend here in the hamlet of Randall-Hopkirk, a very scary legend, about a big giant known by the name of The Big Giant. And last night he appeared in a dream dragging a string of sausages, whilst piercing my very being with his evil eyes. I was terrified. It is said that the sausages are the enslaved souls of his victims who must follow The Big Giant wherever he goes (including peoples' dreams), and they must live without voting rights or shoes.
Transfixed by this abominable vision, I was unable to escape his looming presence and resigned myself to whatever fate he had in store for me. Suddenly, unexpectedly and without warning or due caution, The Big Giant grunted then said
"What are you doing?"
My voice spoke into the dream without my mind working
"What's it look like.. I'm waiting for a bus you fuckwit."
He looked at the bus stop next to me and considered the situation for a while, then became incredibly enraged and tripped over his sausages.
I awoke as my bedroom began to materialize around me, and a cow farted outside. Realizing my encounter with the giant was merely a dream I experienced a sensation of incredible relief, until I discovered I was a sausage.
At the moment, I am not sure if this is another dream.. all I do know for certain is I cannot find my shoes and the vote button on my remote-control won't work for Big Brother or The X Factor...
Monday, 12 January 2009
Yesterday the Earth turned around and tomorrow arrived, I'm so small I had to go around with the planet. It's the same for most of us. However, tomorrow had a curious landscape with wobbly hills and a flexible sky, some fields and also a green nun.
She said there were other people about who did'nt feel like they were thinking in the correct sequence. I turned around and moved across the fields of colours, into strobes of time, flying with the cycle runners through a cosmic rhyme.. realizing with glee I was out of my tree.
Friday, 9 January 2009
Friday afternoons are often spent in the company of Betty Tottie, a highly evolved being from the Sepia Dimension. This week she was accompanied by Carapace Pips who has a hole in his head that makes him exist twice (but nobody knows how).
As we drank Sepia tea, Betty told me of a shift in consciousness that is due to occur in their dimension. Apparently, some time in the not too distant future, chandeliers and coconuts from our world will be sucked into one of Mr Pips' holes and this will be followed by an explosion of digestive biscuits from his other hole into their dimension. I sipped my tea and gazed at Mr Pips for a while, then at Betty, and decided to read a book.