Space Dust Shamans

Some mistook them for Vampires. Maybe it was the matte-face and monochrome. Or their world-weary demeanor. But Vampires counted their life span in centuries and had the reference points to prove it. The protocol of dead empires lurked within their psyche. You could see the reflection of cities razed, rebuilt, and razed again in their eyes.

Now that mirrors no longer included silver in their manufacture, Vampires had become vain and pointlessly nostalgic. They were a walking time warp. Vampires thought the Space Dust Shamans uncultured, and Space Dust Shamans became ill at the aesthetic of most vampires.

Any affair between them quickly devolved into a tabloid nightmare. It had been tacitly agreed that they would never again attempt to mate. Let alone breed.

Facial Neurotoxin Had Crystallized Their Third Eye

By contrast, Space Dust Shamans lived defiantly in the now. Even if they did want to recall – say – last week, they would be barely able to. Facial neurotoxin had crystallized their third eye and opened a new, previously unknown to even the sages of Atlantis, neural dimension.

Other than Space Dust, they lived off bone broth and E.M.F.s, working in digital, fashion, and the propaganda end of politics. But secretly, they saw themselves as Karma Brokers.

Their relationship with Space Dust was, they insisted, entheogenic. They could commune with its spirit every bit as effectively as someone on ayahuasca seeing jaguar spirits. Only the Space Dust Shamans did not like dirt, bugs, leaves, or how trees chattered all the damn time.

Cosmic Messages Arrived Via Street Graffiti Sigils

Their sprites were city daemons, and the messages came via sigils concealed in street graffiti. Sex was but an adjective used to describe the design of a new Porsche or table lamp. Dub-core grounded them. They were patiently waiting for Pluto in Aquarius.

Image: Eliot Lee Hazel 

40 thoughts on “Space Dust Shamans”

  1. Aqua-cap-Gemini

    Let’s imagine Millennials are called as such because they are beings who have literally been around for Millennia, and now incarnated on earth in the labelled Indigo and Rainbow forms, they are opposing the existing systems and structures in such a Ghandi style that it will yield some significant ‘new’ paradigm. People roll their eyes at the Millennials, and their different attitude to work and avocado, not realising that their own jaded world is going to morph into the alternate reality they’ve only every debated about in free thinking company. Unfortunately they’re too hung up on ‘Millennials’ as a buzz-word media concept to see what’s going on.

    Love this post. Is it a Vanadium world building episode?

  2. I thought of asking once about your take on the Neptunian-Uranians (Nepturanians? Urtunians?). Thanks for the magical analysis, validation. X

    1. For the record, space dust’s is one of the only spirits that never agreed with/stirred mine. Rejected or saved? Depends on the vantage pt

      1. Resonates with mine way too much, including a family lineage/history of overindulgence to the point of financial and physical ruin.

        I have some Neptunian tendencies and really do connect with the spirits inherent in plant medicine.

        But, no … Space dust is one that I’ve firmly drawn a line in the sand … Errr, psyche about.

        1. The spirits inherent in *everything*
          Like, can’t shut off the communion. This can be magic or ruin, depending who/what/when, etc

          Lightning pole type magnetism. Carries one through to previously unseen dimensions but can just as easily shut down the heart in an instant. Or is it just that same old dream again?

          Angelic and/or volcanic outbursts, morphing like ocean currents or hot/cool fronts on extreme days. Onlookers may never notice a shift.

          Maybe the vamp and a shaman did have some little tryst once upon a time, left the babe at a convent and there came my grandpa Odin, lol, crazy old bastard. We could be cousins 😉

  3. Where am I? What just happened?!
    Haha, this is great 😀
    Dystopian, dying alien worlds, chemical magic and ayahuascan word art. Is this a genre? I need a reading list if so.

    1. It’s a genre now. It’s like a transmission from a parallel universe suddenly short circuits daily life. Like when you drive past a radio tower with the car radio on

  4. Mystic, this one is a trip! Any remotely judgy ins8ght is mitigated by such depth of in-the-shoes-and-eyes-of, intuitively perceptive detail.

    Loving the social comment but also really thinking m7ch more profoundly about these 9bservations.

    Had a strong conscious flash of my own social vanity in context of …. well, sudden events and comms have me wondering. I keep recalling that “the superficial is more profound than you think”, wh8le understanding there is more to my own feeling than meets a 12th house Moon Neptune eye. Definitely need to shake loose the graveyard patterning. Not even sure what i mean by that but i love how you make me work at it.

    This is literature, Myst!! Xoxo

    1. Number keyboard. Leaving it in case i look back and it pings something through numerical assoc!

  5. kind of like the tone of that fash tale, the one who was allergic to any kind of branding and could only wear Lowes flanno shirts and Rivers jeans with the labels razored off or something.

    Compelled to note that Gemini rising will never do monochrome as a rule, and sex most definitely remains a noun. Will never quit leaves and chattering trees #9thhouse4eva #stillalive

    cool vibe though. Appeals to my cappy moon and aqua mars. hmm *thinking*

  6. Holey space weasels, Mystic, where are you getting you space dust from?! Also, I so want to write the novel to accompany this right now….daemons and graffiti sigils! MIND BLOWN. AT WARP SPEED.

  7. “Facial neurotoxin had crystallised their third eye and opened a new, previously unknown to even the sages of Atlantis, neural dimension.”
    I had IPL on my third eye area (and face obs) and BOOM that was visible in my brain…literally

    1. Well spotted! I have not read the biography but Cat is absolutely a Space Dust Shaman!

      Update: Just ordered it on Kindle

    2. “I think people are going to get obsessively creative under Trump,” she says. “Like what happened in the Eighties under Reagan. Symmetry, Instagram, Kardashians – it’s over! Money is over. Rich people need to get weird again, like Diana Vreeland used to be. Like, why don’t you quilt yourself a coat of white monkey fur and meander around your apartment?” Cat Marnell

  8. Love this: and I am totally feeling the dichotomy in terms of the long memory and deep time conciousness of my Capricorn rising versus the adaptability and unconventional forward thinking of my Aquarius self.

    Love to read a post narrating one of the combustible love stories between these two tribes…


    1. Doing something pointlessly is a real privilege.

      I could be more political about this but usually choose to turn my judgment inward to figure out what in heck might … silver the mirror… to borrow Mystic’s incredible metaphor.

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