Hyp Prose can (on a first reading) seem strange, convoluted, repetitive.
This is because it is not designed for superficial skimming, but requires frequent and continuous reading and reflection in order to produce its hypnogogic effect: the bypassing of the critical mind, the awakening of the Receptive Heart.
This the way of wisdom: read widely in your youth, and deeply as you age. Cleave to words that resonate with you, that have the depth and timbre to reward sustained attention. This is how people relate to poems, and also to Scripture.
Nobody would dispute this fact about songs. We listen to our favourites over and over again, over the course of a whole lifetime, especially when we need their sustenance or consolation.
Hyp Prose is designed to travel the same pathways as your favourite song. If you want to see how, then just read it on Repeat.
P. Julian
3 March 2019
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Ruby went to school and she behaved herself but she did not understand why she had to read such stupid books as they gave her. The Bible made no sense, derived as it was from the need to protect the truth, but her mother would say: in this Book is the sanctuary of Lupa. You must be thankful for the deceptions in this Book, but you must not believe in them.
Her Mother also said that there were parts of the Book that were true parts and were woven from their song, even in the same breath as they had first been intoned and taken down.
When Ruby heard those parts sung out to her as they were so often let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth she was silenced and she listened intently for the whole cycle to be recited:
My beloved thrust his hand through the latch opening
My heart began to pound for him
I arose to open for my beloved
And my hands dripped with myrrh
My fingers with flowing myrrh
On the handles of the bolt…
And at Ruby’s stillness, not even taking a breath so as to hear better, her mother would laugh softly and say: Ruby Child there are more important parts to this song. But although this may have been true for her mother, and although Ruby did her best to listen to every other part of their song, there seemed to her to be no greater part than this.
And even as Ruby dreamed her heart stayed awake, listening for these stanzas of her song, this song above all other songs, setting out in true lines the desire that would suddenly come upon her for her beloved when he should reveal himself, coming out of the wilderness like a column of smoke, sweetened with incense and blowing only for her and the desire that was within her, sweeping towards her on the south wind that is warmed by the desert places. The south wind that would whisper to her, saying he is coming, coming for her alone to receive up with her body, and into the chambers of her heart.