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Cross posting Syphas results.
Rising and Revolving PM:
"From my notes.
"SUTGE written on a veil before me. I seperate the veil and move forwards, it falls apart like the pages of a novel. Many sheafs of paper flying in multiple directions. I approach the gate, a broken path leading towards the front door. Each post besides the gate is capped with a wooden sphere, once painted green now fading. I place my hands upon them, and I grow large. Looking down at the house as it shrinks beneath my feet. I feel the light above me and see how the house is cut off from that light, wreated in shadows at my feet.
I allow myself to shrink again, walk up the pathway and open the door. Tendrils of white smoke drift out from the door, forming into claws that grasp at me. I take a moment to seal and protect myself, and they drift back, smoke again. I walk into the entry hall. Staircases lead in every direction, some at right angles to the floor - somewhat Escher like in their convulutions. I take one that leads deeper into the houses depths. I realise shortly in that I've lost my sense of direction. I approach dungeons - chained to the walls are huge twisted dog like creatures, snarling and roaring. As I see them, I realise that they are harmless. I release the chains from the nearest one, and he becomes smaller, a mere puppy who runs off. I release a couple more, and the same thing happens. The last one does not shrink, he rages off, smashing through walls as he goes.
I sense the heart of the house before I see it. I move towards it, passing through shattered and unshattered walls towards it. It is a great, beating heart as tall as I am, black with tar and filth, wrapped about a rusted column that stretches floor to ceiling. I make some changes, burning the blackness away from the heart. Probably overstepping my bounds, given I'm in someone else house. It changes and twists, falling into a more cartoon like heart before shattering into a glorious haze of crystal fragments that flow around the room, like a mirror ball on crack.
I leave."
Er, sorry about changing stuff. I really should have just looked, rather than touching - seems like bad ettiquette.
Mind you, I'd be interested to know if you perceive any changes...
R&R"
Monk's PM:
"Happy Belated JFK-Blown-Away Day, BTW.
Used the image you pointed me toward overlayed with a photo of you from your LJ as a visual focus. Your face would fade as I walked up the walk. I visualized that walk about 4-5 times before opening the front door and entering.
Started in the front of the temple at the opposite end of the sidewalk leading to the front door. Quick sunset. Nighttime and cloudless sky. The front lawn is disheveled, like a bad hair day. Thick patches of weeds, and uneven ground. Walk up the path and mount the steps of the porch (I see figures moving in lighted rooms on the second floor). This place is old, creaky, but in solid shape. No fear of plunging thru the porch planks. The double doors are a solid wood, maybe oak, with a raised oval on each. Grab the doorknob and turn. Door swings easily. I walk thru into a large foyer. Large rug, colored red and detailed in blacks, whites, and dull yellows, runs across the room and up the staircase opposite the door. The staircase comes to a landing then branches left and right and turns back again heading in the direction of the wall at my back. The rug also has arms that stretch to the left and right, forming an upside down cross. 100 to 200 feet past the staircase is the far wall. Some kind of massive metallic sculpture hangs on this wall, occassionally spouting steam. There is some kind of clockwork behind the walls. I can hear gears grinding softly. I walk up the staircase and take the left fork.
I briefly met a butler. At least, I think he was a butler. Didn't get a name, but he looked like a cartoony version of Eye-gore in 'Young Frankenstein'. He seemed happy to help me.
I also got the feeling that you (or a part of you) was in the house, huddled in a corner of some dank, unfurnished room and crying softly. I heard no crying, and was not able to find the room.
Curious to see how I did. Would like to see this posted in-thread, and you can point out where I went right and where I went wrong. I'm keeping a copy of this PM so I can check that this message is posted as-is."
RE:
'Kay, I'll copy and paste my PM to you into the thread. You can respond publicly there.
I can't say I count this as a success. While there are a few points of similarity, I'm tempted to chalk those up to us watching the same movies or something. I'd caution you, also, to not strain to see proof of success. Saying "the house may have created X" and such seems to be a strain, at least to me. Granted, I'm a n00b at this astral stuff, but I find a healthy bit of skepticism goes a long way. Let's take it back to the thread and see where there's room for improvement.
No rug, huh? I was pretty damn sure about the rug.
> Sure, you can post it in the thread if you want. Here's my impressions of what you said:
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> The lawn is disheveled? Normally it isn't that bad but I haven't been there in awhile to look things over so maybe the place needs some maintenance. There are wood double doors that lead into a large foyer, and there is a staircase that leads to the second floor (for the record, there are 3 floors, but the third floor is pretty small: I imagine it to fill in the space of that weird square structure above the front door of the magician's house in Sandman. I'm not really sure if there's a basement, however... Most likely). However, I usually imagine the stairs to look like this: One set of stairs on the left and one on the right that both curve upwards (like an upside down "U") to a landing that leads to the second floor main hall (under the landing, directly across from the front entrance is a door that leads to the first floor main hall). I will tell you that when you open that door that steps into the main hall there is another double-door directly in front of you that opens up onto the grounds behind the estate. Also, I'm not aware of there being any sculptures of sorts in the foyer, but the place has a tendency to change around sometimes so you never know. Maybe one of the inhabitants was feeling artistic. Also, I've never encountered a butler before (never really saw a need for one as I don't get much visitors) but maybe the house decided to create one when someone else entered it. There are other inhabitants and truth be told, there are probably things living in that place I don't even know about. There are lots of side-rooms I haven't explored yet, for example.
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> I hope this has been of some help to you. If you return, please tell me any further impressions you get of the place. Oh yeah, thanks for taking part in the experiment too.
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> Cheers,
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> James/Sypha |
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