Follow the White Rabbit

I got chills when I read this:

It was left on my Abraxas video in September.

Not much takes me by surprise these days. This did.

Four days earlier I had bought these:

“New fancy polarized shades.”

I did not mention sunglasses at any time in that video.

I’d been invited to a party on a yacht. I bought the sunglasses earlier the same day. At the time the comment was left, I had not worn them anywhere else.

It was either a highly implausible coincidence or someone familiar with my work was one of less than one hundred people on that boat. There were only four that I knew of and none of them would have done this.

When you take an interest in the strange, the strange takes an interest in you.

This is a sketch of something I saw during an active imagination session.

In the vision, a white hot rabbit totem was beamed down from a vast bronze object to a pillar where Zell and I were waiting.

I didn’t know what it meant, but after that I started seeing rabbits everywhere.

Later on, a synchronous link in the story I’m writing pointed to Lepus, the constellation of the hare. I found out that it’s under Orion (Abraxas) and beside Eridanus. It’s said to be chased by Orion’s dogs, Canis Major and Canis Minor.

Strangely, that mysterious comment left under ABRAXAS ends with a peace sign.

Here is a photo of the neon peace sign I have in my bedroom:

During my penultimate visit to my parents’ cottage (the site of my angelic conversations) I found a stuffed white rabbit which I now keep in my car.

The cottage was demolished not long after.

Left: the living room where the angel and I used to speak. Right: The stuffed rabbit I found there

It’s common these days to talk about going “down a rabbit hole” when we deeply investigate something — especially online.

In the modern Gnostic film the Matrix, the protagonist, Neo, is called through a computer to “follow the white rabbit.”

Both the white rabbit and the rabbit hole reference Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll where a fantastical world is entered by going down a rabbit hole.

After uploading All Along the Watchtower, I was contacted by Willow Truman who co-hosts the Nonsense Bazaar.

She asked me if I knew about a magazine called the Manifold:

I’d heard the name, but hadn’t looked into it.

I still haven’t read any of this material, but I followed the Manifold on Instagram and saw for myself why someone might suspect I was involved.

Left: image which appears in the Manifold zine. Right: My depiction of a teleological object hovering over the labyrinth.

Another fluke, I suppose.

I also found multiple posts with images of rabbits on their page.

Just a few of the rabbits on the Manifold Instagram page

One such post reads:

“O Mound of Wenet, I am the greatest of the spirits who are in you, I am among the Imperishable Stars who are in you, and I will not perish...“

Wenet or Unut is the Egyptian hare and snake goddess of fertility and new birth.

According to Wikipedia, this is a depiction of Unut from the Louvre museum with the head of a Lioness:

Why a Lioness, I’m not entirely sure; but “the Lioness” is the epithet of Zell, who I’ve called “a female Mercury [or Hermes].”

The center of the cult of Unut was Hermopolis, literally: “the city of Hermes” where she was worshipped with Thoth, the god of the moon, alchemy, writing, wisdom and magic, later identified with Hermes/Mercury.

The moon rabbit of East Asian folklore may be significant. In the East the markings on the face of the moon were interpreted as the silhouette of a rabbit working with a mortar and pestle to make the elixir of life; the alchemical holy grail.

I showed that strange comment to some of my friends who suggested it might be evidence that I’m being stalked. My life is getting stranger all the time. Perhaps they were right, but I see things like this a lot these days.

The comment, the eclipse, the Dryden pen, the other cosmogram, the Grail and of course, the aforementioned case of Lepus all seem to be instances of a single anomalous phenomenon which uses the mundane in a way which is anything but.