Lithurgy & Forest Swords @ Sinksenfeesten, Kortrijk
Nighttime escapee
Had some dreams this morning which in retrospect looked a lot like they involved MKultra stuff. I remember I tried to escape from something and I think some of the people chasing me were some old friends. On other moments they seemed to be at my side. The whole thing took place during nighttime and also involved squats and abandoned buildings. Seemed like an abandoned town with a few creepy experimental facilities.
Anyway at a certain point there was a lot of needles involved and I remember being caught by someone who managed to stick a needle deep into my lower right arm (where I have a serpent tattoo fyi). I guess at this point the dream started to vanish.
Later I dreamed I was at some (also dark) house, for some reason in company of my ex-girlfriends mother. Although that woman clearly never liked me, in this particular dream she could only praise me and she wanted to help me in every way possible. In this dream I felt we also had to escape something.
PE#001
I had this dream which I think occured around sunrise, as I felt I hadn’t slept too much. When I awoke I could remember everything more vivid than I ever could, but of course I had to fall back asleep.
Turned out I had (accidentally) killed someone, somehow in the area of Antwerp. The entire police force of the country was on my heels and I was without doubt public enemy number one. I know this because it felt like this, and I even was a little scared of the following consequences - jail, expensive lawyers and the like - but not of what was happening at the very moment. (I somehow attained this amazing gift of being entirely fearless in dreams, instead my fear gets channeled into some primordial survival force which keeps me going and curious during those moments. I pity the ones who feel the need to stay in their house when they dream of monsters and what not!)
So with no place to go I was running carefully through the streets and I think by this time Cindy and Bert joined me. I didn’t have much interaction with Cindy, or with Bert for that matter, but I recall running in a shopping mall being followed by a dozen cops, and I think they even opened fire at me for no reason at all. At this point I could hear the voice of Bert very loud and clear saying something like “You will not touch Joran”. I was flattered by this gesture of course but in retrospect I think of it like a protection act of a higher being - hence the powerful tone in his voice. Also, yet I don’t know how I got the information, suddenly it turned out the authorities had discovered my innocence.
This was the point of my awakening.
Some scetches from the archives of 2008.








