A walk to see a goddess.

I started out of the amazing grace cafe, at exactly 7:16 last Friday night. I began my walk, my boots just slightly too tight for my feet had been burning small holes in my flesh all week, but I was into it in a Sado-masochist fashion conscious "foolin" sort of way.  Having just completed my grant I did the only thing reasonable, and ate the last of my stash of mind altering biological matter. I consumed a large quantity of this, larger than I am prone, even on the rare occasion I do indulge in such chemical illuminators. The Sun was already starting to set by the time I got to the beach (I took my good time consuming in the open where people saw me chewing but didn't know what)  secrets, especially obvious secrets are great thrills, I chewed my last piece as I removed my boots and put them under one arm. I began to fear that I might throw my laptop and grandfathers bag out into the lake, ruining them horribly, who knows what a person will do all twisted up on drugs, and you can't be to careful. So I imprinted my journey on them, I know how new-agey wishywashy that sounds, but I've done it before, and it is strangely fantastic, the more tactile the object the better, once it was a rutabaga, once a candle and once a mask. these things worked fantastically. The bag on the other hand which embarrassingly enuff became my "burden" was a companion, and caused a build up of black protoplasm in my left ear and brain, and sloshed around unremittingly, it was also a demon that impeded my singing. which was dreadfully important, did you know the world was sung into existence? well now you know. Luckily I also left with my boots, which while they were in my arms, where much better companions when they when on my feet. I had high hopes of them becoming winged boots.
anyway enuff skipping ahead, as I walked and began to slip into the waking dream, two dogs appeared to my left, I hadn't heard them either because of the crashing sound of the waves or because I was preoccupied with the ever more difficult task of walking in sand. when I looked over they were headed in exactly the opposite direction from one another, one was yellow and the other black, but other than that looked identical. On reflection it's almost certainly this image of the contradicting colours and directions, while still remaining the mirror image, that made me see the little sphinx in the sand. This may seem like an absurd connection, but the Tarot card "The Chariot" features this image
I'll hopefully post up my drawing of "The Chariot" next post.
when I  saw the light Sphinx I asked him to come with me if he wanted too, but left the black sphinx to sulk down by the waves.
To be continued...