Tricks Of The Astral Plane © Surazeus 2025 09 03 Toward the furthest reaches of anywhere beyond ultimate coldness of the heart, Sylvia walks along car-busy roads to buy eggs and milk at the grocery store, aware that no one can see her real self though they look at her with camera eyes. Through fragile glass door of the grocery store with vine-woven basket on her crooked arm, Sylvia browses shelves of alien fruit grown in dank jungle of the hungry ghost, picking lemons, wheat flower, and gold pears to cook fresh meal for Doctor Frankenstein. Strange visions crowd her kaleidoscope eyes with dancing demons of the lower chakra that play nightmare tricks of the astral plane to gather hellish forces of the mind as squirming monsters of the snarling heart that materialize from weird memories. Amused at small red demon with gold eyes and four sharp horns curling from its egg skull, Sylvia hides snicker behind her hand as Pazuzu hops about on sharp claws and plays dirty antics on hapless shoppers who shriek in surprise at the unseen sprite. Walking back home with basket full of food as the world vanishes in sunset glow, Sylvia pauses on the rocky shore to gaze at eerie shimmer of the moon that tints clouds with unearthly silver light above buildings of the town that gleam gold. Alert with sudden shiver of stark fear at something lurking in shadow of time, Sylvia seems cute demon from the store emerge from glow of moonlight on the tree as tall gangly monster with bulging eyes that reaches long thin arms to snatch her neck. Patiently attentive to gusts of wind that tangle precise reverence of respect, Sylvia twirls around with leap of faith to grab the rainbow sword of honesty and slash mask of the demon with lithe care when she smacks the man with oak walking stick. Cautious at fraught error of holy ground described in manifesto of the wise, Sylvia calls police with her eye-phone who arrest the bleeding man for assault, then bakes pear pies with cinnamon and cloves for her demon to eat before he dies.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Wednesday, September 3, 2025
Tricks Of The Astral Plane
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Orpheus tells Sylvia how much he enjoyed the pie as they lounge on the front porch and watch people strolling in groups in the early evening glow beneath silver clouds of the apocalypse.
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