Passport to Hypnogogia.

Passport to Hypnogogia.

πŸ™‚ Working title “Passport to Hypnogogia”.

Spent the last 14 days working on this picture and I think I’ve pretty much finished it this morning. I may have said this before but this picture is now my favourite. I think because it incorporates many of my interests, experiences and even artistic ideas for fineliner shading that I’ve discovered over the last 3 years.

It’s 550mm X 340mm (Golden Rectangle) and sits nicely on A2 paper. ❀

I will scan the picture when I have a few pennies and post some better pics if anyones interested. I could also make some prints available too. I think I will do a picture with some explanations of the symbols too. The original is available.

Let me know what you think of it. Feedback is really important to me and can really change my direction when it comes to trying new pictures. πŸ™‚

Passport to Hypnogogia Closeup1. (lo) P2H2

Imagine if Universes are born in pairs.

C Doodling Dogon Style. Apparently Dogon cosmology says that Universes are born in pairs. One physical (hello!) and one none physical. So in ours we experience time and in theirs because they are infinitesimally small, do not experience time. They have perfect knowledge but no ability to create. Whereas we have the ability to create but imperfect knowledge. Such a cool concept. Ancient Dogon Cosmology and it’s better than our Science fiction. So it makes me wonder if all the various paranormal phenomena we experience are different kinds of interaction between a physical Universe and a non-physical Universes. Simple as that?

I also wonder if “the others” wear massive fedora hats and black capes. And all they can do is appear at the bottom of my bed and just stare.

Gulp.

I saw the Hatman.

I’ve seen “beings” three times in my life. I use the term “being” because I don’t know what else to call something that looks like a person when really nothing should be there.

This event happened one night in 1996.Β  At the time I was living in Ormskirk, near Liverpool in the north-west of England. There was nothing unusual about the evening before and I was in bed with my girlfriend at the time, Deborah. During the night something woke me up. I was lying on my back and I lifted my head and shoulders, rested my weight onto my elbows and looked towards the bottom of the bed.

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