CHEESE DREAMS: STEP-BY-STEP INSTRUCTIONS FOR AN ASTRAL ADVENTURE
like all aspects of magick, psychology and unconscious mind
operating always (if not within your awareness then without it)
(whether or not you agree to consciously recognize their power
or their profound effects) so for the most mundane the solution
is simply to dream, and cheese can help even the most stoic
find new illuminating truth within their nightly visions
the whole thing is really very simple like writing or anything else
start with your favorites and expand your taste from there daily
with dinner, that part is of particular importance for dreaming
(though more general consumption of cheeses of course
can’t hurt even in the form of comedy since our darkest fears
require always the sacrifice of our solemnity in the form of a sacred giggle)
at first there may be a field or a forest (if you’re lucky it will be known to you
a space you feel comfortable in the dark and the wood where you are safe)
there may be lights along the treeline and deep into the mossy valley.
follow them. don’t wonder or worry about it too much. after all,
you’re only dreaming. some people call them faeries, the lights that is
but ultimately calling them anything but friendly is a common mistake
(which is of course why I’m warning you in advance)
if you manage to be polite they’ll show you the river
if you fuck up before you get there I’m not sure how to help either
all fair warnings in advance. but didn’t you say you were itching
for a glorious adventure?
the river can take you anywhere you’ve been and anywhere you’ll ever go
stadiums, glass malls, towers and renaissance towns
fields, forests, circuses and glittering cities
find another river to get back again
ask the lights if you get lost
it really is that simple
(oh, one last thing. If the cities are falling apart, repair them.
If you see an airplane, don’t get on it. your world is mutable,
requiring your presence to exist. just trust me on that one)
(and I almost forgot! this is the most important, so don’t forget,
if you see the dark obsidian stone citadel on a barren mountain,
if the sky is dark and cracking apart from an electrical storm,
go back the way you came and RUN. sure, The War is a lie
always has been, always will be, but we die regardless. I mean
probably not you, right, but just to be safe. it’s only a dream after all.)
