Nothing Left Remarkable

[smokingboot]

Well that was intense. Eerie-beautiful too; at one point the western sky just burst into bright angry yellow light, a vast shadowy cloud roiling in the middle of it. A bird flew through the miasma, driven by this harrowing wind, and for a moment either the rain stopped or I couldn't see it any more. Then pareidolia completely overwhelmed me, as shapes appeared and stooped low over my roof, swift and changing all the time; a variant of the yellow sign, an angel that lifted a great trumpet to its mouth, the horsemen, some kind of satyr/devil running/playing football above the house, an island I know well sundered north from south by a growing sea, strange faces in the clouds, a small animal composed of light far away...

I felt like some mid-western prophet stood open-mouthed in his fields while the horizon floods with revelations. Or Revelations, for of course I recognised some of the pattern making. While accepting the Christian in my soul, there also resides enough of the hotchpotch magician/superstitian* who feels that saying a thing shall be almost guarantees the opposite, sucks a bit of likelihood out of it. So when I saw these phantasms and let them translate themselves into the fears of a middle aged Brit, fears of madness that brings about another great war (and be sure that watching it all, I thought, Oh My God it's really going to happen!) the answer came; write it and in that writing, geld it as a fear, pin it down as a fantasy. Return to the rational.

But I could not do that last night. The light exploded into storm again, the clouds gave up their theatre, and the wind blew away sky and earth and everything between.

By the time I came to bed, all was done, barring rain and a serene full moon.

*deserves to be a word if it isn't one already.

Comments

[thisnewday]

Damn! Very intense! Feel like I was there, watching it unfold...

[smokingboot]

Thanks, it was a certainly a very strange experience.