KING 810 - under the black rainbow part 4 - "wednesday∴day of wOdin"

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Part four of the episodic occult tragedy under the black rainbow picks up where part three left off. Was the delirium merely a fever dream? A passing sickness? A hallucination? What of the place? Of the music? It seemed... more real than real... Our heroes regain their health and put their feet back on earth to continue rockin' across the globe...

UTBR is an in house production written, directed, shot & edited by KING & co.
Edited by @midwestcreative_co
VFX: cr4zy3y3z
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wednesday∴ wOdins day∴solar plexus∴E∴yellow∴solar∴light∴god∴dies mercurii…

When bliss imbues all faculties delirium can enjoy no comfortable home.
Bliss that electric phenomena which brings one his own new set of super-sensory abilities.
Senses keen to all vibrations.
Senses that perceive a simple grain of sand as a dancing miracle.
Ears of a moth. Hearing so keen as to outdo the predator bat.
Listen to the ants chew the leaves…
or that unhappy woman there…
Eyes of a peregrine falcon.
No. Too dull…
Astral lights of hues unseeable to man.. yes… phosphorescent even and not just color but a field, not a field, no an aura, thats not it either is it?
No… something entirely its own… laid atop this reality although reality is the most wrong way one can put it. 
All together nonsense. Senses and perception are profane.  
What we have here is an understanding… a knowing… an experience… of the divine…
The truth is… all wants, wills, and intentions of the animate and inanimate are but frequency. 
Those things called thoughts are such very real creatures. 
All is as a flowing ocean. Forgive even the word ocean…
Our senses we so praise are but low resolution reductionist, hoopla. 
We are but bodies of light searching for our astral eyes. 
Our second sight. Our vision capable of seeing sound, hearing taste, and touching smell… 
as if one needs any reassurance that your narrator has lost his mind let me smile without rebuttal.
The framework can indeed dissolve away, yes the picture is a portal & behind it a universe… yet even that is a framework isn’t… universe.
Uni meaning one… better said… the all. 
Perhaps verse is more appropriate…yes… because it speaks to the divine… a musically mathematical verse. 
A verse by the hand of the creator all which has been written and will be and has been all at once laid atop itself for the linear thing time happens in every moment. What a ride. 
When one speaks directly from the heart skipping over the throat and tongue and all other animal parts well then one may be in divine communication… 
What so many know and have experienced is beyond auditory olfactory and neural whatever ism.   
It in all its complexities can not be understood in a word or a thousand and so I leave you with no further sophistry…  

 “the human is a humid sack of water…  “
0:00 intro
0:42 "wednesday∴day of wOdin"
12:48 outro
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