❥·✧ ⁺ ⁺ In search of our ❆ ೃ⁀➷ most ҉◌•★ precious resource… ˚ ༘♡⋆˚★˚ ➶-͙˚ ༘ ✶
The pasilalinic-sympathetic compass was a contraption built by occultist Jacques Toussaint Benoît in the 1850’s, to test the hypothesis that snails create a permanent telepathic link when they mate, through sharing sympathetic fluids. Benoît’s contraption inflicted an electric current onto one snail, and its partner, would also react despite being separated by distance. The idea was to utilise this romantic ‘escargotic commotion’ as a model for a messaging system…
A snail telegraph, snail space…it’s sort of like the ‘inter’ part of the internet, something potent and shared and mutual, the personal data and interiority, the stuff that others don’t see unless invited inside. It is quite wonderful to think of snails, once mated, being forever connected, and we can imagine them as being in magic love. This is also a sort of perfect human destiny, a kind of life force. The snails having a personal and special language, a secret mini-metaverse…a most precious resource.
≪ °❈° ≫ The etymology of daisy is ‘day’s eye’ and is a positive, hopeful token, a way for us to “hello world” in the real. And in terms of coding syntax, a hello, world programme is the simplest to write in any language and typically the first a coder learns to write. Hello, world. 🤲
The daisy is an aster flower, as taken from the stars; aster, a star; for its inflorescence form, reflecting a literal astronomical daisy chain, connecting us to the same source, the shared energies, and the same sort of fundamental. A hello, worlding of sorts, for stars certainly have that power. The internet as a conceptual possibility, could be an aster, thinking of the internet as love token, as glittering and offering and about exchange or desire. It’s a way to share even the smallest unit of information, the ‘days eye’… it’s a pocket boyfriend enabler. The idea that you can shrink your partner, so they can go experience your day, unnoticed…probably in your pocket, the yearning for and the cute of a having an imagined-non-imagined friend, a sparkle ‘twin’ and twin flame.
In Angelology, the most powerful Archangel of Heaven is Metatron and is God’s vessel, communicating as God to humans, in every language with their one million mouths: every mouth speaking a different language. Metatron’s twin brother is Sandalphon, who is regarded as the master of heavenly songs is also a deliverer of prayers and messages. In the deliverance of these prayers, they were braided into a celestial floral garland, into the laurels, that ascended as an orb to atop the head of God.
A picked daisy is personally special, and that specialness is important, like a prayer. Daisy chaining is too the term for a wiring sequence, where multiple devices are wired together…into a garland (as an orb to atop the head of God). Chain letters are messages distributed across the internet as stories you forward on or good luck flowers you cannot ignore, the monkey that wishes you millions, a bonsai kitten-a hoax, or urban legend. He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me….and into a garland, of which the etymology, is derivative of ‘golden’, and sharing and messaging is or can be a golden thread, a chain, a path… ﹀﹀﹀﹀
♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡ A desire path or desire line is the path created by erosion due to human or animal traffic, maybe you could say a sort of disobedience, or non-compliance. The people before having flattened the grass a short cut, kind of, in special understood language, an instinctual or logical message or impulse has been received. Everything is a message-bearing system…angels with footprints. The natural world too, has its warnings, love tokens and sweet dreams, its desire paths, it’s message bearers. The “wood-wide-web” is mycorrhizal, fungal networks beneath the forest ground, essentially a talking network, and enables conspecific plants to share information, to deliver chemical packets of nutrients, and trigger the use of toxins to stop competitor species trying to move in on their position. Maybe it is like a daisy chain.
There, like with the sharing of sympathetic fluids, is a magic, in the preservation of, the looking after of the world built and although this is essentially instinctual trouble shooting, it too, is a network of love letters. An exceptional data pack, a language. This is perhaps a ‘bubble reading’, a love-circle-world. You can see the sky through a bubble, and it holds it inside itself too, a vessel, a container for our most precious resource. It is ephemeral and giggling- and inside itself, it is spectral, an orbed rainbow, a brainbow. The snails are in cahoots তত °。°。°。°。°。°。°。゜。°。°。°。