psychic weather report
10.10.24
been listening to this album while writing might be nice to listen (perhaps from track 2 or 3 onwards) lol enjoy
There’s something so jarring and wretched about seeing images of deep sea and ocean creatures when they are taken out of the water.
When I was young I would be captivated by the thought of a giant squid, sea monsters powerful and huge, like the kraken. If there were squids and octopus capable of wrapping their tentacles around a ship, surely more people would be talking about that.
I searched up images online, hungry for documentation. I found an image of a giant squid, confused and disappointed I saw it was laid out greyish and scarred on a table.
A measuring tape limp beside it.
What was the point though? I thought. It wasn’t awe inspirating like the tale I’d been sold, it was wretched and cold. Did the people who laid it out move it’s tentacles tenderly with the gravity it deserved? Were they proud? What souvenir could they cut away from it that would adequately portray it’s majesty?
When you look at these creatures captured in unfathomable, depths below, close to the earth’s heart and core, each one looks like a galaxy.
A whole city, a whole world, expansive in complexity and value.
I read a few posts recently about whales, this one by @PrinceVogel really stuck with me, they wrote-
“ Maybe it all went wrong when we killed the whales. Maybe their songs kept the great dream together. Vast brains slowly, carefully ordering the world with actions subtler than the apes could ever see. God is dead. His blubber lit a lamp in London”
As I fell asleep the other night, thinking about my isolated experience, unable to leave my house, most often unable to leave my bed and the dark. I thought about submersion, and how I’m kept in the depths by some cosmic weight. Watching the ripples of the outside worlds activity make it through my blinds, walls, floors..
I visualised those certain forms that can only exist by being held in that immense pressure and power of deep water. Our forms are torn apart by those conditions, but other life grows there in impossibly beautiful ways.
When by some chain of events an animal makes it’s way to the surface, dodging incredible odds, and is found on a beach in the sun, on the deck of a boat, heavy on the end of a fishing line, or collected to be studied in our world.
It seems like a sin to even see it, let alone be the one to collect it.
what if it’s one fish or creature who is a member of an entire school?
whose natural form is only realised as whole as one of many.
how can that be translated into our world.
I wonder if they can feel the ripples of discord from the surface.
if they can feel the suffering maybe they also feel the longing for harmony.
I’ve been thinking, maybe we all play a part in whatever way we can, “carefully ordering” the amphitheater of reality.
it’s hard to sit, in a place of confusion, I hope in time to understand how things could be this way. to know what of it is part of the confusion that is essential to the mystery and what that is obfuscated by the limits of my knowledge, could one day make sense.
all I can do is inch forward and move in the right direction.
I wrote a while ago about being orientated to the light, how the end goal is not to reach perfection, pure isolated joy or completion. but that I think, it’s the role of the person to orientate themselves in the direction of what is right to them, that in and of itself that is the goal , because the end is unreachable within our human limits.
In a world of fractured images and information, I’m trying to , by brute force it feels like sometimes, move forward on a path that feels right, moved by values that align with me.
To shift my consciousness in a way that feels like trying to move a heavy cog mechanism,
to face that distant place of light, love, logic/ understanding- knowing
it’s like we have to keep our hands and all of our attention on the wheel to keep us sailing in that direction,
when we meet someone going the same way in that vast place though, they can help to pull us back on course.
I wonder what humanity would look like, if our environment allowed us , to hold and embody and create, the most delicate , complex , elegant , expansive, forms and ways of being.
I hope we can see that, one day , from somewhere
all of the images are from Schmidt Ocean Institute
I highly recommend putting on your favourite music and looking through their online resource of images, and videos. They also livestream occasionally too I think.
First half reminds me of the whale scene from Werckmeister Harmonies 🐋