“Yeah, I’ve seen Torsion Spouts like that plenty, but I’ve never wound up in a friggin’ busted timeship from them. Shit, look at this mess. How are we ever going to get out of here? What were you thinking?”
Another episode from The Annals of the Hotel Amalfi, the Legendary Avant-Pulp Gesamtkunstwerk, in which we follow the misadventures of our Heroine Antaea, who tripped through more than a few portals on her way out of #BurningMan, only to wind up aboard The Poetic Dimension, a Travelller Airship.
Episode Four, Book One, in which the drug-drenched rooftop party at Hotel Amalfi is interrupted by the arrival of a Travelller Airship.
Episode Three, Book One, of TempOTopOTangO, our first visit to the Hotel Amalfi, preferred polar gateway to the Hollow Earth for non-esoteric tourists.
And portals — well, they sort of find you, rather than the other way around. I mean, you can take gobs of drugs, combine any which way, and still not have one. On the other hand, you put enough people together in altered states, in the right geography, and the right timing, and they seem more prone to appear.
In Freudian psychology, displacement is an unconscious defence mechanism whereby the mind substitutes either a new aim or a new object for goals felt in their original form to be dangerous or unacceptable.
Counter-culture arkivists unite! You have nothing to lose but your wallets!
“We know less about what’s deep below our feet than the surface of the Sun or the Moon or Mars.”
Dark Journalist zigzags between ‘creepy’ #Conspiracy-ish / UFO / DeepState stuff & ‘Mystery Schools’ (Theosophy, Steiner, etc), making the argument you can’t really understand one without the other, that they are interwoven