Alkalizing the Wendigo with a Whirling Mantra

Every culture has experienced cannibalism, headhunting and parasites. This intrusive painting is about those things but thankfully it’s all metaphorical. In this painting I use figures of speech to convey malignant narcissism and greedy tendencies as a psychic virus. While no specific group or person is targeted it is important to be aware of the dangers of being egocentric and that it puts everybody at risk.

An ancient parasite has been interfering with our optimum self moderating programing since the beginning of time. This is not an original idea and can be found as a theme through many Science fiction and horror stories. One specific example is The Mind Parasites by Colin Wilson worth checking out. However there are more real life examples. I found details in Sigmund Freud’s Totem and Taboo: Resemblances Between the Mental Lives of Savages and Neurotics that offered a general outline on taboo as a psychic contagion.

Anyone who has violated a taboo becomes taboo himself because he possesses the dangerous quality of tempting others to follow his example: why should he be allowed to do what is forbidden to others? Thus he is truly contagious in that every example encourages imitation, and for that reason he himself must be shunned.

Freuds statement makes me think of the origin of the scapegoat and the spiritual cleanse that shares a polarity with transgressions of the community. An organized ritual allows a contamination of an object to later be sacrificed.

How did the Wendigo archetype institute and set in motion such a horrible malware on the consciousness of humanity?

First and foremost the Wendigo represents a defense against becoming selfish. An example not to follow. It is no one’s ambition to become cannibalistic or maladaptive but abrupt experience overwhelms an unactualized mind. This is usually caused by trauma experience. An experience by all accounts that leaves a brain feeling abandoned. With no one else around to understand. While left defenseless against the brains own intense fear, a sudden disconnection occurs.

By looking in a mirror day after day one moves more progressively towards a reduplicative hallucination. An elaborate state where one see themselves as an apparition. This double tells the vulnerable self a story about how much stronger and more valuable it is than the other. it tells the other self it is the reflection that is important. Across this imbalanced relationship the double forever feeds off of one traumatic moment. As a kind of psychic parasitic disease, the reflection commandeers the entire body while holding the suffering self hostage. This painful body tries to fight but not being fully rehabilitated to control it’s own operations, instead seeks to control other brains.

Robert A. Brightman an American anthropologist describes the Wendigo as

“The wendigo (/ˈwɛndɪɡoʊ/)(also wetiko) Ojibwa wintikö. Cree wihtiköw is a mythological man-eating creature or evil spirit from the folklore of the First Nations Algonquian tribes based in the northern forests of Nova Scotia, the East Coast of Canada, and Great Lakes Region of Canada and the United States. The wendigo is described as a monster with some characteristics of a human or as a spirit who has possessed a human being and made them become monstrous. Its influence is said to invoke acts of murder, insatiable greed, cannibalism and the cultural taboos against such behaviors”

From Brightman’s statement we get a profile of a very unrelenting and maladaptive personality who is controlled by a psychotic spirit whose strategy relates to a person in the same parasitic mode a protozoa relates to a host. There is an invisible influence.

At the very top of my painting is an example of the Woodland Style. Inside the face is a very filtered cosmogram that offers a limited preview of a Peyote ceremony I was invited too. I choose the Bidu and moon cipher to act on behalf of an meaningful experience. The full night ceremony continues to make a deep impression on me. This impression is similar to my discussion in Astrology and Cosmograms . I review the root Loa as comparable to a strong radio signal filled with intelligent information and the brain as land-based radio station. In the painting this Loa voice scrolls from the lips to a wireless phone. This sudden illumination is delivered by a lightening bolt brightening a picture tube with a whirling log message. The subliminal effects directly communicates with the Mooladhara Chakra, the chair where the Kundalini sits. At it’s immature stage the Mooladhara is completely egotistical, security driven and possessive. These traits when pressed by scarcity and megalomania create a Wendigo.

scyphomancy with a touch of therianthropy

Written on September 18, 2021 by ©Mitchell Pluto

the cup reflected by the Pisces moon

was the rim where I sip

the moon’s abundant helium

my feet floated

I followed my paws

to the oracle

who spoke beyond the clover

who lifted

all periods

decimal points

conveying a flood of onomatopoeia

what?

the lost spring of language

synesthesia

a con jury

empowering the lines of the triangle

balance and beauty

I am a mind

not alone

a prism between two women

one fire

the other

a ray of light

three points passionately

sustaining

a stream of charged particles

warmth, love and vision

a charged link

lighter to lightest triangles

only the weight

my face

looking outside the mouth

of an ego

is a name with teeth

eating time in front of me

making a fence everywhere I stepped

with a plan to

organize all tree’s into things

I burn as brightly as

the interior of some hidden structure

that lives in the sun

and do not know that part

leaving a trail of items

in a landfill

the oracle whispered

in my ear

pollen and a gentle breeze

cottonwood seeds

overlay

a turquoise sky

we were inside

each other

ornamental patterns

hand, claw, fin, hoof, wing, tentacle

what we saw together

with the omnivoyant eye

Voice scroll of the arctechnician

written on September 17, 2021  © Mitchell Pluto

my cursive thought

wrapped around

some thing

joined together

possession

and

loss

i stood it still

to review

a snake sliding on a scale

tipping an X to a teetering cross

each letter a whirling dreidel

a little dervish

a

retrojection to every tense

then from now too

a serpentine door way

between the rippling pillars

unites me with my temporal lobes

temple fuses

a religion of selves being one another

a seizure

spattered wings

brush strokes

drifting leaves

fins

curves from flowers

quenched by snow stars

a hoop dancer is behind every shape

while marrow carries iron

memories transports us to dreams

restored

but then

returned

too a mind stream

equaling parallel to

is

i with a wave

a twin two

a point

on a pen

moving

angel of feather and scale frozen in a moment

Voice scroll of the arctechnician and the angel of time

written on September 17, 2021  © Mitchell Pluto

my cursive thought

wrapped around

some thing

joined together

possession

and

loss

i stood it still

to review

a snake sliding on a scale

tipping an X to a teetering cross

each letter a whirling dreidel

a little dervish

a

retrojection to every tense

then from now too

a serpentine door way

between the rippling pillars

unites me with my temporal lobes

temple fuses

a religion of selves being one another

a seizure

spattered wings

brush strokes

drifting leaves

fins

curves from flowers

quenched by snow stars

a hoop dancer is behind every shape

while marrow carries iron

memories transports us to dreams

restored

but then

returned

too a mind stream

equaling parallel to

is

i with a wave

a twin two

a point

on a pen

moving

angel of feather and scale frozen in a moment

4:30 AM

Written by ©Mitchell Pluto August, 23 2021

Four word 30. It is always a half. Two more points reflect 6, 9 and back to a hidden 3 again. The clock hands do not hold the numbers. The zero is an egg without pressure or surface. Four words drift by. Pleasure, pain, value and waste. A cross, a star, an intersection, a direction. The world arduously spins a square into a diamond. You, me and us. Skin wrapped tight together and then loose again. Two spheres merge a chime into a flower. A room with rounded corners. An elevator opening each floor to each ceiling. An elemental spine, Damballa and Ayida. Evening and day. One tile with a pressed line between. A folded roof. A house under the waves of a patient moon. We are wake with weightless vision.

Cryptic God, la science des mystères

written and painted by ©Mitchell Pluto August 21, 2021

A symbol is a corpse with autoscopy. A phantom over lay. A double accompanied with hallucinatory meaning. Vowels steer consonants on a quest to remember what was said. What part of something, what place of something. The face of the hero and fool is a map. An omnivoyant icon. Stare into their eyes to recover your own indispensable quality. Follow the ocular path to the source that informs us. Let the light and gravity pull you inward. Convergent and divergent beams. Perhaps some music while refraction bends cylinders of power into design. Level after level. Into the interior body of the archetype, watch without judgement the tissue of god age and grow younger. The sapient rays of Loa, Sentences turning air pressure into surface and form. A ledge, a crossbar on a door but knowledge a threshold to the cross roads. Two points with a tail. Nodding Vertical and wagging horizontal, Only a cube for an overlapping moment as a brilliant veve blooms a code to retain shape’s motion and growth. A neuro branch imagining one direction and wilts, curving to remember where it was from. Yes all those full lines fade among the countless vanishing points of pure space. Time as all ways from two radiant parallel lines. From eyes as light fountains, as eyes as vacant.

Irene Plazewska Occurrences

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Night Stalking

There is a twilight experience that happens between the body coming between memory and a surface. This interference can assemble a dream occurrence that arrives as quickly as it departs. Arklow, Ireland artist Irene Plazewska describes her encounter with occurrence and the act of assembling.

I meet many secretive creatures on my evening beach walks. They beckon me to photograph them and then walk away. The tides bring them & take them away again. I’ve been making assemblages since I was a child, but never tire of it 60 plus years later. The small port town if Arklow on the east coast of Ireland is my home and the miles of coastline is where I go to play.

Across the Eyelid of Chance

Irene Plazewska has had her work featured in the Botanic Gardens in Glasnevin, Dublin. Irene studied at the Chicago Art Institute and the National College…

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Dream Gardens of Gregg Simpson

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Garden of Hermes
Acrylic on canvas, 76.2 cm x 86.36 cm, 2019

After seeing an exhibition in Aix-en-Provence of works by Nicolas de Staël which he had done in many regions of the south of France I had also worked in. I set out to explore colour in all its variety. Using landscape as a starting point I soon began incorporating traces of alchemical symbols such as the crescent moon which forms part of the symbol of Hermes.

Hermetic Landscape
Acrylic on canvas, 36″ x 30″, 2010

Although this wasn’t the original intent, the idea evolved after arranging my second solo exhibition since 2001 in the Salle de Couvent in Seillans, the last home of Max Ernst, where he lived and work with his wife, painter Dorothea Tanning. But my art ultimately derives from the landscape, whether it is my own west coast forests or the lavender fields of Provence

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Oracle of Nature Alejandra López-Riffo

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My impulse to create has to do with a need to highlight or in this case in images, a journey of self-knowledge. It is in turn, the macro journey that all of us pursue in some way. Beauty, in the folds of the shadow.

Alluding metaphorically to such opposite aspects of the human being, it is the construction that tries to embrace all human dimensions. Although this task requires a whole life, without a doubt all my work brings to light my experience with Nature.

From a very young age, nature and its intensity allowed me to discover how important and unique this passage through the world is. Any lucid experience with nature, will carry with it the search for the true in any field, even more so in art, where there is no other direction than revelation.

The language of images, shapes, colors and symbols allow me to reflect…

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Felipe Balzo Visual Poet

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What is art? Why do I paint? The eternal question that does not mean anything and at the same time everything.
What is life?

One day an old man told me, “No, I don’t like abstract art, because I don’t understand it.” Ah! I said, and thought about it for months.And one day I said to myself, how wonderful, not to understand it!

When I look at the sun, I call it the sun, but do I see through it? Do I understand it? I can even define it in many words. The truth is that I don’t I know and I don’t understand. The more we name them, the more we get used to
those names.

Art reminds us that behind the words that name things there is a reality that we do not understand that revives this mystery, which is so necessary.

So, I said to myself…

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