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I agree with vertical, sometimes in spirals.

There are movements to otherwheres too which can be out to islands or through magic spots. The cosmologies are intense organizations, with division of labour and interrelationships like families or tribes.

In some African cosmologies it is a resonance of forms holding reincarnated spirits going backward in time and enlarging deep into horizontal space and outwards to origin. The present and local place incarnates them by instances in life. The otherwheres, and others, light up along the tunnel of spirit frames and travel into you. It isn’t a value resonance upwards like, for example, the Gnostics. This is the Shona, butchers of the Ndebele. No good, no evil. The traffic is however still one of angels. Shona see them. They saw them in Ndebele. But they didn’t in me. But I did in them as the trucks of bodies came over the bridge which marked the border. It is the anniversary of that and of Rwanda.

What I find terrifying is not all belief and spiritual experience but one particular belief, one experience, the one about unique characteristics, unknowable to others. This belief renders everyone and everything else less than a ghost. Whether this is justified by a divine history, an ordained, supernatural experience, a unique culture or as chosen, a fate holocausted and God booked.

Or, God save us, by an ordained ‘way of life’.

With this belief no governance or humanity applies. There is ultimately no discourse or exchange. There is no peace or war. There is only possession of purified space and time. The absolute limitations. Purified of everything human but your own, purified of all ghosts but your own.

This was my experience on the border in Gaza. It was like a Shona looking at me for Angels.

Blind Satanic redemptions.
The basis of a lot of mad behaviour.

This day my particular demographic buys plants for the balcony and eats sweets. We buy cars, houses and computers. Holy Rabbits! Sacred Eggs! We walk around. We take it easy. We get ready to live. Everywhere I go today is a target. But it is lovely. I hope the other kind of Angels, the ones closer to here, all fly by and we can get on with it.