If you’ve been reading the Bound Report with any regularity, you’ll immediately notice that this week’s cover image is a collage. Rare. That already transmits volumes (well at least two thousand words that I don’t have to explicitly write, at a minimum, phew!) about what this bound will concretize.
The first seven hours (starting NOW) are fraught with a chain of command that renders asunder, a flensing, a sort of pecking away at the surface, that gaping wound, a point where the integrity of you spills back out into the All (Universum), and causes discomfort, pain even, as you are reminded that in order to stay intact, you must stay separate, and separation ironically is an even greater pain, but if you unify, you cease to be you, and become all again, sacrifing individual expression. This apoptosis subsides 45 mins after midnight (PDT) on April 28, and we enter a stretch of time where we can actually
<are you sitting down?>
Get. Things. Done.
There.
I said it.
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Are you wondering where the etymology of apoptosis is, yet? Have you looked up the title of this post, yet?
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After the first seven hours of this bound have elapsed, get ready to sprint. The time is ripe for focus, uniterrupted application of craft. Politely (or not!) claim your time, and run your race.
Me? I’ll probably spend the entire time typesetting and getting ready for NORWAC. Lots of fantastic small projects still need to get done to be fully ready for the CAELi booth (can you say punk 1.25” buttons), and my two talks, and the Revelore books that need to be finalized to launch that weekend. All that pixel pushing, and button stamping, and talk crafting are part of my larger Gesamtkunstwerk in the world of astrology. Typesetting as art, conference talk as art, connecting with other astrologers and getting them the research materials they need to be the best they can be… all art. And in my case, all with words. While I love painting, lab alchemy, beading, and all manner of other physical crafts, my most fluent work is with the world of words. It’s my flow place, where I vanish into the realm of thought and reëmerge restored. Where time flies and eternity reigns.
For you? It may be crafting poems, it may be woodworking, or bookbinding, or metalsmithing, or performance – anything you transmit, during this bound, you can do it with a solid focus that we haven’t seen since … 2015, tbh.
Here’s a challenge – because this bound is not without a modicum of confrontation – how can you embed messages to the future inside what you’re making now? How can you speak to future ancestors outside this incarnation, knowing they are coming, and will need us to help them, just as much as we need them to help us now? One of the best muscles that can be flexed and toned right now is how to speak and not speak and still speak without speaking.
Try it.
And share some of your gorgeous works in the comments. I want to see what’s coming out of your fingertips.
You have until May 3rd at 22:12 PDT, when the bound shifts again and you get me back in your inbox.
GO!