Another couple of entries from the last few days in the, not entirely effective, canon of trying to focus energies into something other than mental self-consumption.
An entheogenic audio sculpture built around the concept of liminal spaces and superimposed visual and aural repetition of subconscious patterns within the listener.
Inspired by personal subconscious excavations, chaos theory/self similarity across different scales, the essay “The Cult of The Peacock Angel” by Erik Davis and Crowley’s poem Liber CCXLII:
“Ah, could I tell thee of
These infinite things of Light and Love!
There is the Peacock; in his fan
Innumerable plumes of Pan!
Oh! every plume hath countless eyes;
–Crown of created mysteries!—
Each holds a Peacock like the First.”
And from somewhere entirely unexpected, I suddenly had the inclination to try out a little idea I’d been toying with which then spiraled out into becoming a visualisation for my last release on Broken20, The Last Few Seconds Before Sleep.