The word "occipit" came to me in a dream, as many things do. At the time I didn't know its meaning. It means "he/she/it begins, commences." Its meaning is similar to that of the more familiar "incipit," which can also refer to the opening words of a manuscript or a printed book. But the "oc-" part, originally "ob-," tells us that the action is being done against resistance of some kind.
To be clear, I am a believer in reincarnation (I have little choice, because of certain experiences). This teaching was originally acceptable within Christianity, but was forbidden by a Church council in about 420. It was apparently banned because some thought that having a "second chance," instead of going straight to heaven, hell, or purgatory, would put too little pressure on the believers, and lessen the hierarchy's control of them. Anyway, the belief, whether right or wrong, has been out of favor since then.
This series, then is about glimpses of other experiences in other times and places, If one chooses, one may interpret it symbolically or genetically, instead of reincarnationally.
Occipit I is inspired by getting Latin words or phrases in my sleep that I don't consciously know the meaning of. This has happened to me repeatedly. Although I studied Caesar in high school, I have little knowledge of the classical language, being mostly familiar with the ecclesiastical Latin of the Catholic Church. Strangely, the words and phrases that come to me are often in colloquial or Vulgar Latin, which I've not studied at all. In other words, they are in the daily speech of another time.
In Occipit II I mention Hebrew. I first studied Biblical Hebrew at the age of seventeen, and very quickly became quite good at it. Though I didn't spend much time on it, I was soon able to read Aramaic as well. I don't know where this facility came from, but a clue may be found in an experience I had when I was four or five years old. I was playing with ice plant leaves, trying to extract their juice, when I flashed on an old man in medieval robes and a skullcap, working with plant essences. Strangely, I never forgot this.
Occipit III is largely self-explanatory. Using techniques similar to scrying, I've experienced myself as a naked, black African in a jungle setting. I did not set out to see that, but it's what I saw on at least two occasions. Interestingly, one of my DNA analyses shows 0.6% African Pygmy, which is where we all started.
Occipit IV is inspired, I suppose, by my study of the scriptures of India, which were originally not written, but memorized. "Brahmi" refers to the Brahmi script, an early writing system of India, from which most of the modern scripts of India are descended.
I don't know whether the Occipit series will continue, but I'm pretty sure that the experiences that gave rise to it will.
Monday, October 1, 2018
dodaquasgvi (translation)
dodaquasgvi gesvase soi
igadi navnigesdi utloyi,
aseno uwasa galvdolagesdi
ugodesdi eluwei.
ᏙᏓᏆᏍᎬᎢ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᏐᎢ
ᎢᎦᏗ ᎾᎥᏂᎨᏍᏗ ᎤᏠᏱ,
ᎠᏎᏃ ᎤᏩᏌ ᎦᎸᏙᎳᎨᏍᏗ
ᎤᎪᏕᏍᏗ ᎡᎷᏪᎢ.
Sunday is almost the same
as the other days,
but only a little
quieter.
igadi navnigesdi utloyi,
aseno uwasa galvdolagesdi
ugodesdi eluwei.
ᏙᏓᏆᏍᎬᎢ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᏐᎢ
ᎢᎦᏗ ᎾᎥᏂᎨᏍᏗ ᎤᏠᏱ,
ᎠᏎᏃ ᎤᏩᏌ ᎦᎸᏙᎳᎨᏍᏗ
ᎤᎪᏕᏍᏗ ᎡᎷᏪᎢ.
Sunday is almost the same
as the other days,
but only a little
quieter.
Yakov - A Dream
You took long enough,
but there you were,
our teacher.
You wanted me to bring
you something to smoke.
The next day I brought it,
with rolling papers,
in my Kali lunchbox.
You must have wanted it bad
ly,
you picked up the box
and started
to help yourself.
I took the box back,
saying I would give
you everything
that you wanted.
I proceeded to roll
a fat one, thinking
that was a strange school,
the teacher there all
day with adult
students.
And were you going
to smoke that shit
in front of them?
But after the dog
woke me up,
I realized
that you didn't need
tobacco or weed,
but the breath
of life.
Knowing you,
you'll get it.
Donald Jacobson Traxler
Oct. 1 2018
but there you were,
our teacher.
You wanted me to bring
you something to smoke.
The next day I brought it,
with rolling papers,
in my Kali lunchbox.
You must have wanted it bad
ly,
you picked up the box
and started
to help yourself.
I took the box back,
saying I would give
you everything
that you wanted.
I proceeded to roll
a fat one, thinking
that was a strange school,
the teacher there all
day with adult
students.
And were you going
to smoke that shit
in front of them?
But after the dog
woke me up,
I realized
that you didn't need
tobacco or weed,
but the breath
of life.
Knowing you,
you'll get it.
Donald Jacobson Traxler
Oct. 1 2018