Adam Blatner, Imagination-ologist
02/26/13 Other webpages of "Confabulations
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More Low-Down on the Higher-Ups
Well, of course I can’t begin to begin to know a zillionth of what
it’s all about, but I have managed to glimpse a peek: We all have
a platoon of angels. Each person has a bunch. They are not
completely like humans with clear boundaries. Using my special
dimension-oscope, I am able to “see” “them” (or at least a
projection of one aspect of their form onto its figurative lens)
(see to right).
The image is (I don’t know what to call it) “refracted,” but
that’s them all right. Hi guys! They’re all around me all
the time, in and of me. If I’m a “cell on the fingertips” of the
hand typing this computer keyboard, they’re the “wrists.”
Analogies are limited, but yet what we have to use when speaking
of subtleties we cannot begin to directly perceive. Not satisfied,
I asked again for them to focus so I could “see” them better and
they tried to present me with a “picture” I could sort-of make
They warned me though not to ask for explanations for the various
elements or figures. The thought was sort of “we’ve dumbed
this down as much as we could.” So there it is.
They warned me though not to ask
for explanations for the various elements or figures. The
thought was sort of “we’ve dumbed this down as much as we
could.” So here on the left "they" "are." Quotation marks apply
because you must recognize this picture as symbolic.
Ah, well, that is the question,
isn't it. I we are cells on the tips of the fingers, who then
"are" the bones of the hands or the wrists. By analogy, you see,
it's difficult to translate. If we are but cells on the toes of
the Dancing Shiva Nataraj, who then are the bones of the ankles.
Never mind the blood vessels or corpuscles, the legs and all
their tissues, the trunk from which the arms and legs sprout,
the core organs---these are far beyond the capacity of mind to
imagine. It's enough to contemplate our roots.
To the left below are some pictures of close-ups of certain
projections or angles of who these "guys" are. They are
facilitating spirits, sprites, energy channels that allow certain
kinds of Grace to drip down into this or that channel if it is
As we've commented in previous issues of Confabulations, these
channels are multi-dimensional, dream-like, and have no direct
physico-spatial analogue. We are portraying them as best we can in
schematic diagram, sort of.:
| Don't be Afraid!
| It's a Little Scary
| But a Lil' ClownCop
To the right is a cosmic compass. They use this to find us. There
are four directions, you see:.
Yes, they are different from north,
south, east, or west. It's hard to designate in, inner, in-more-to
the right, or -to-the-left. Or is it around?
When I asked them to line up and stop confusing me
they replied according to the picture below that they work as a
"team." It reminded me of the folk dancing I've been doing for 56
A Closer Look
A asked them nicely for a closer look and they showed me this
picture, a gentle and playful picture of how they love me, care
for me, have no illusions about me, try to help my little
human-brain-mind evolve in spite of the transitional era I live in
(i.e., the beginning of the 21st century):
Let's get clear. I'm not the only one who makes stuff up. There
are many of us and the number is increasing every day. Below is a
comic strip that I recently found. Generally I find it vaguely
amusing, often age-ist---representing the grandparental generation
as significantly more stuck in old people stereotyping that what I
experience living in Sun City Texas. Elders are more thoughtful,
expressive, active, involved, etc. Maybe people in their 80s and
90s, and even then maybe not a majority.
Still, this cartoon did speak to the fun of confabulation.
Ah, so that's it.
It sums up our inspirations..