Asclepius Unbound
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12/20/2011
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Urthdigger wrote:
No, not my dreams blending together. However, I did run into an odd fellow in the swamp once. He almost stepped off the path and drowned, and my "reward" for saving him was some incomprehensible babble... but it all seemed oddly familiar. Recalled visions of a ship at sea, from nightmares long since drowned in laudanum.
...Indeed. I believe I know where such a ship was headed, but it is not a matter I should speak of in public.
Drowning your dreams of drowning, eh? Fascinating. As above, so Below.
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Andrey Shmarev
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12/20/2011
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What do my fellow travellers think?
Hmm lets assume that all dreams share one space, one plane if you will. How can we be sure that what we see is what it is? Can it be that we dream of chess because the fourth city decided it to be their mark yet we dream of a pawn becoming a queen because we know that there will be chess?
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Asclepius Unbound
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12/20/2011
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theodor_gylden wrote:
I find I cannot close my eyes without returning to the Marches of the Mirror Country, nor open my eyes without their amber light lingering.
Mr. Gylden, a pleasure to encounter you once more. I'm flattered you honour me with your recollections. I remember well my first visit there - as should you, in fact. 'Twas the very day after we worked together on a personal matter of some delicacy for a mutual acquaintance.
Please do come by and visit, I would love for us to continue our acquaintance.
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Asclepius Unbound
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12/20/2011
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Andrey Shmareva wrote:
The sweet melody of the storm ....of course. She seems reluctant to speak with me , alas it's a matter of time before she stops giving me the cold shoulder. In any case, I'm profusely grateful for the lead my good gentleman.
The burning question now is , what will the sixth city's inhabitant dream of?
Please give the Thunder my best regards, though I have always heard its voice as male. A difference of attitude, perhaps. Without descending further into impropriety, I have found it best to approach the Thunder as one would a lover: surrender all to win all.
As for the dreams of the Sixth City, I dare say we will shape them with what we do here.
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Asclepius Unbound
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12/20/2011
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Andrey Shmareva wrote:
Hmm lets assume that all dreams share one space, one plane if you will. How can we be sure that what we see is what it is? Can it be that we dream of chess because the fourth city decided it to be their mark yet we dream of a pawn becoming a queen because we know that there will be chess?
Interesting. You believe that the motifs of the earlier cities have penetrated the consciousness of the Neath and its residents? I would suggest to you that multiple explanations may be true simultaneously. A chess piece may well represent the Fourth City, or the Queen (beautiful and terrible as she is), or a battle, or even the landscape of one's own mind. But to accept one interpretation, a la Schlomo, should not be to deny the others. All is false and all is true. Let us not force interpretations into a dichotomy of true-or-false, but continue our journey together.
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Urthdigger
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12/20/2011
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I believe that the dreams are not dreams, but another world entirely, which we catch glimpses of. That concepts of one should enter another should come as no surprise, hardly anything in life is a self-contained bubble.
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Asclepius Unbound
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12/20/2011
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Urthdigger wrote:
I believe that the dreams are not dreams, but another world entirely, which we catch glimpses of. That concepts of one should enter another should come as no surprise, hardly anything in life is a self-contained bubble.
Although certain "scholars" seem to create such a bubble around themselves...
Ahem. Yes, a valuable insight. Certainly this seems to be the case to some degree Have you explored the concept of mirrors, fellow traveller? Parabolic ones in particular. For that matter, have you perhaps travelled on a slow boat?
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Andrey Shmarev
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12/20/2011
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So to win all one must surrender all....that's one commitment I need time to think about for I would love to see the sun again.
Yet if dreams can be interpreted to us as a whole, the receivers are the senders as well. Somewhere along the line , our minds are lost in translation yet to fully understand the message the receiver has to become one with the language. Again, the keyword seems commitment.
Can there be someone who is willing to become the king of the asylum? although , rethinking my earlier thought, i believe it is a rethorical question.
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Aspasia Perivale
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12/20/2011
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Asclepius Unbound wrote:
In all seriousness, however, I wonder if these mixings of dreams suggest an overflowing of the boundaries of a collective unconscious, or simply a synthesis of the various themes and concepts into a more general burgeoning mastery of dream. What do my fellow travellers think?
I suppose I had always assumed them to be glimpses of the fates of the last four Cities which we view for brief moments in dreams. Pure speculation on my part, of course. The only dreams I am familiar with to any great degree are the honeyed variety.
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Urthdigger
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12/21/2011
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Asclepius Unbound wrote:
Have you explored the concept of mirrors, fellow traveller? Parabolic ones in particular. For that matter, have you perhaps travelled on a slow boat?
Not yet. I'm quite a cautious fellow.
((I'm still fairly new to the game. I don't even know where I'd find memories of light (I'm assuming that's the mirror discussed?) and I believe at this point I wouldn't be able to take much advantage of what few opportunities are available when I die))
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Asclepius Unbound
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12/21/2011
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Andrey Shmareva wrote:
So to win all one must surrender all....that's one commitment I need time to think about for I would love to see the sun again.
There is nothing left for me on the Surface, but I remember. Nobody ever claimed that love was easy, alas.
Yet if dreams can be interpreted to us as a whole, the receivers are the senders as well. Somewhere along the line , our minds are lost in translation yet to fully understand the message the receiver has to become one with the language.
Yes, indeed! Language, symbol and meaning are all one! Have you studied my theories of the Correspondence, by any chance?!
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Asclepius Unbound
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12/21/2011
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Aspasia Perivale wrote:
I suppose I had always assumed them to be glimpses of the fates of the last four Cities which we view for brief moments in dreams. Pure speculation on my part, of course. The only dreams I am familiar with to any great degree are the honeyed variety.
Even honey-dreams can snare the unwary, or be used as potent tools by the skilled. Ask the Dreaming Scholar.
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Asclepius Unbound
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12/21/2011
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Urthdigger wrote:
Not yet. I'm quite a cautious fellow.
((I'm still fairly new to the game. I don't even know where I'd find memories of light (I'm assuming that's the mirror discussed?) and I believe at this point I wouldn't be able to take much advantage of what few opportunities are available when I die))
When the time is right, I'm sure you will remember the Light as the rest of us do. And death is not something to pursue lightly - it means forsaking the Surface forever. That aside, there are opportunities for both high and low to interact with the Boatman. He does not discriminate.
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12/21/2011
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Lately honey has lost its shrouded touch. I no longer find myself in fear of drowning. Actually I no longer care for things that used to matter. I have, a mission?
Oh, but the Cat. It follows me around when I'm awake, and its eyes gaze upon me in my dreams. This ubiquity... The things of which it speaks to me. The.. Lies. Yes, lies.
Still I remember the Light. But does the Light remember me?
Nevermind, perhaps a game of chess with an old friend will clear my mind. The soothing whispers of the cold water against the boat. Or maybe the peaceful sounds come from the water alone..?
I must be on my way. Thank you for your time, fellow Londoner.
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Christian Berg
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12/21/2011
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Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for my confessions to be anonymous. But my identity sometimes escapes me.
Lately honey has lost its shrouded touch. I no longer find myself in fear of drowning. Actually I no longer care for things that used to matter. I have, a mission?
Oh, but the Cat. It follows me around when I'm awake, and its eyes gaze upon me in my dreams. This ubiquity... The things of which it speaks to me. The.. Lies. Yes, lies.
Still I remember the Light. But does the Light remember me?
Nevermind, perhaps a game of chess with an old friend will clear my mind. The soothing whispers of the cold water against the boat. Or maybe the peaceful sounds come from the water alone..?
I must be on my way. Thank you for your time, fellow Londoner.
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Andrey Shmarev
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12/21/2011
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Have you studied my theories of the Correspondence, by any chance?!
Chance would be the appropiate term in this case for what i was looking for was to check the veracity of the correspondence hiding the stock market trends for the next 100 years and yours was the only book that didn't make my eyes bleed.
In any case one should not dismiss the power of pure materialistic instinct of a collective consciousness because , after all, it is still made of individuals. For example, is the lonely knight a character or an idea? Is the beleaguered king a king or the kingdom itself? And more importantly, is the correspondence endogenous or exogenous to our dreams? We study the correspondence to try to interpret our dreams but can the deadly language change through time because of our interpretaion of the dreams that were interpreted by the cities past?
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Asclepius Unbound
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1/4/2012
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Lately honey has lost its shrouded touch. I no longer find myself in fear of drowning. Actually I no longer care for things that used to matter. I have, a mission?
Oh, but the Cat. It follows me around when I'm awake, and its eyes gaze upon me in my dreams. This ubiquity... The things of which it speaks to me. The.. Lies. Yes, lies.
Still I remember the Light. But does the Light remember me?
Nevermind, perhaps a game of chess with an old friend will clear my mind. The soothing whispers of the cold water against the boat. Or maybe the peaceful sounds come from the water alone..?
I must be on my way. Thank you for your time, fellow Londoner.
May all be well for you, and may all manner of thing be well. You need fear death by water only once. Perhaps the Light will remember us all, in the end. I know the Scarlet Saint will.
To those of my readers who are confused by such circuitous speech: it is better so.
Andrey Shmareva wrote:
In any case one should not dismiss the power of pure materialistic instinct of a collective consciousness because , after all, it is still made of individuals.
My dear [gendertitle], forgive me for being facetious, particularly to one familiar with my works, but I am afraid I must answer your questions as follows.
For example, is the lonely knight a character or an idea?
Yes.
Is the beleaguered king a king or the kingdom itself?
Yes.
And more importantly, is the correspondence endogenous or exogenous to our dreams?
Yes.
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Do any other members of my public seek interpretation, consultation, or unburdening? I trust Mr Sacks' visit was not too overwhelming, and that you did not give more than you could afford to.
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Andrey Shmarev
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1/6/2012
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You say "yes" but i can only read "maybe".
In any case to drive my point forward suppose that we take 5 variations of correspondence texts that are obviously from different time periods. Then we take 10 trained animals (and they should be trustworth and only a little bit vengeful) and teach 2 of them that one version of the text (in case of sudden combustion we just have to find a less flamable animal) . After they have been propperly trained and insanity almost-free we switch their texts around and have animals trained in 1 type of translation, translate symbols of the correspondence that should be more or less evolved and finally compare the results. If the correspondence were to be a constant in the eyes of the universe the meaning of the symbols should have not changed. If we have radically different literature then that means that a symbol's meaning is tied to the culture it was given meaning in.
How does it all tie into the field of noctalmology? I shall answer with a question : considering that the past cities probably knew of the importance of the correspondence they must have tried to explain their meaning in this world through the deadly language, now , all we have left of them are the nightmares which we know stare back at us , so my question is can we ask the dreams what is it that they see when they look at us?
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