Sunday, 22 September 2019

Thread X's

stars strewn sewn in my hedgerows
sirius dream catcher
thread cross, ghost trap
cosmic seeds of dissent, sewn across the sky
in patterns reflected on the moors fields wood water
drawn down through the re-ifyng  lens of the blood-tinged wolfsmoon
that hangs, a gibbous trinket, over the valley.
Thence transmitted to the hungry finger-twigs and rippling electric foliage
and glyphed in mothwing and flittermouse the seeds drift into the garden 
to catch and hang in the rough warp and woof of the dream filter
the battery charged with star ojas, the electric current, ether-juice of the Opposer

(this is for the eternally consecrated in flame, spirit that walked on earth as Giordano Bruno
who saw the pattern, the links, by which One might ascend to the stars)

of Thibetan origin, these crosses predate buddhism, once (and still) being part of the Black Hats
arsenal of charm and curse, as well as ceremonial use in the temples and lhamsins (ceremonial versions often spanning many feet) 

below: a yorkshire-tibetan cob pony is bedecked with prayerflags, 
to ensure an Auspicious Autumn filled with mists and mellow fruitfulnesses

coming soon, as the Equinox is passed, we will be bringing to the alley just behind the marketplace (skullflower bandcamp), 
17 packages comprising of a new three track equinox cdr, thread cross and screenprint
some of which appear below...