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Tomansion Dimensions (1)   35 comments

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This post is a continuation of the previous one – Shifty Mansionic Dimensions, inspired by and dedicated to my wonderfully imaginative friend, Tom – You can visit Tom’s blog at The Mansionic Perspective and share in the wonders of his blog world, where you can also enjoy his perspective of the trip through The Galactic Vortex – following on from Shifty Mansionic Dimensions on this blog. You can learn all about gargoyles in his post The Winged Lion and the Gargoyle, and enjoy a further fantastic post about Winged Wolves so do check this one out as well – it’s awesome! The Wild Winged Wolves of the Wilderness


Tom was rather ‘pleased to discover that he had taken on the personification of the Greek god of the Stars, or more precisely, of the Dusk, Stars, Planets and the art of Astronomy and Astrology – one of the Titans who had fought against Zeus and the Olympian gods.

“Oh TomAstraeus!” his inner woman Thomasina, gushed delightedly, now personifying the Greek goddess of nocturnal oracles and the stars – Asteria, the starry one. “You are a god! A Greek god no less! And so very becoming in your Tomga!”

Momentarily lost for words, not having realised just how beautiful his inner woman was until now and a little wide-eyed and breathless at the realisation that she was also a Greek goddess, he finally found the right words, “You scrub up pretty good yourself ThomasinAsteria!”

“Fingers,” Tom’s Inner Typist, currently perched on his shoulder, scratched his head thoughtfully, running his fingers appreciatively through Tom’s flowing, golden locks, and pointed downwards to his legs… Tom glanced down and was surprised to see how hairy his legs had become. Following his gaze ThomasinAsteria gasped in admiration/admiringly, adding, “Such a strong and manly god too!”

Fingers fell off Tom’s shoulder and curled up on the ground shaking helplessly – laughing hysterically of course, Tom noted disdainfully. “Do not mock the gods!” he intoned imperiously!

“Oh TomAstraeus!” ThomasinAsteria squealed, bursting with pride at such baritone godly intonations. Ignoring Fingers whose hysterics were clearly getting out of control, Tom smiled indulgently and gave her a knee-tremblingly, strong-god-very-much-in-control-of-his-own-destiny type of look.

Lady Tomette, another of Tom’s inner feminine sides, having taken on the personification of the Egyptian goddess Nut – sky goddess, and goddess of the night, rebirth, and fertility, snorted impishly, eyeing up Tom’s hairy legs. “It’s not your lucky day TomAstraeus! I consulted ‘The calendar of lucky and unlucky days’ and it’s not looking good for you! Come! Let us head down to the marketplace and buy a magic spell or two to change your destiny! I will beseech the gods at the temples (we have over 2000 gods to beseech) and they will surely take pity on you!”

“But I am a god!” Tom protested indignantly.

“Well…yes…of sorts…. But you are not an EGYPTIAN god!!”

“Come TomAstraeus! We will take the Chariot of Fire and go immediately to the marketplace and the temple of the gods!”

“Yes! Hurry Lady TometteNut! There is not a moment to waste! I will call the Tommy Knockers to open the door and Tombie can drive the Chariot for us!” ThomasinAsteria shrieked excitedly.

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“The Tommy knockers are on strike!” Tom’s Inner Leader of the Opposition announced

“Really? They’re all on strike?”

“Yes. We balloted them for strike action and there was a clear majority for striking.”

“They can’t do that! Who’s going to answer the door?!!”

“We’re in Egypt now so no reason why they should be opening doors all day long!” The opposition leader answered smugly.

“Well, where have they gone?!!”

“Into your inner mine TomAstraeus – it’s very busy in there – tommy knockers, glowing volcanic pyramid rocks, that you may have noticed are marked with the sign of Seba, the symbol of the stars. black wolf gargoyle door knockers to guard the entrances…They’re all in there!”

“Oh gods!! The Tommy Knockers are on strike! We must open the doors ourselves! TomAstraeus – you must open the doors for us – it would be very unseemly for a goddess to do so!”

“What! Lady TometteNut? I? TomAstreus the Titan, who fought against Zeus and the Olympian gods? I must open the door?!! Oh gods!”

“Just do it TomAstreaus! We have not a moment to spare and goddesses cannot sully their hands on doorknobs!”

“Fingers! You do it!”

“Oh TomAstraeus,” TomasinAsteria almost swooned at his godly masterfulness.


As Tom had discovered, the Portal in the bathroom of his Mansion was a way INTO his mind not OUT OF his Mansion, which had since taken on an Egyptian persona, and Tom himself, that of a Greek god – proving decisively that Tom was now completely out of his mind. And whilst the “Giant multi-faceted nebula vortex in the bathroom” was still sporting “tentacles stretching down the stairs,” that was now a ramp, there were many other bathrooms scattered around his Egyptian Villa-Mansion. There were also several storerooms full of sealed jars of food, which Tom fondly referred to as “Parlours of the gods”.

The “Grand Staircase” had been replaced by the “Grand Ramp,” ramps being the gold standard in Egyptian homes. Both the front and back doors were also reached by a ramp and since the Tommy Knockers were on strike and the evil wolf gargoyle door knocker had apparently gone to the Market place – according to ThomasinAsteria who had also visited the market place on the hunt for Egyptian make-up products, citing a need to develop a more Egyptian goddess look so as not to be upstaged by Lady TometteNut, Tom should have been free to roam god-like and uninterrupted through his finely adorned Egyptian Villa-Manor. However, it now seemed to be imperative that they must all visit the temple of the gods and pay a visit to the marketplace to buy the necessary spells to change his destiny.

It was at this point that his Inner Werewolf – Tommy woke up and announced its desire to visit “The Grinds” which was now “The Egyptian Grand Garden of the gods.” Tom’s Inner Creator- had been hard at work building and decorating pyramids and tombs for Egyptian Pharaohs, occasionally accompanied by Tom’s Inner Ghost, but when Tom’s inner Opposition Leader got involved, it had soon set to work on decorating the walls of the Villa-Mansion, spicing up the indoor gardens and adding an abundance of brightly coloured fish to the indoor pools, the results of which it was highly impressed with. Even more so the decoration of the outer walls of the The Grinds which was fit for the gods. The Inner Opposition Leader was putting on a show of cockiness, but the Inner Creator was determined to take all the credit. Tombie the Inner Zombie was handy for knocking them off their perch, the only problem being that bits of Tombie were falling off into the laps of the Opposition Party. And the inner creator had accidently pushed Tombie into the fountain used by Egyptian Villa Mansions for natural home air-conditioning, causing him to lose his head and trip over the bathroom pipework and into another vortex in the master bedroom bathroom. This in turn blocked up the pipes and a piece of Tombie’s leg was regurgitated into the Villa-Mansion fountains to the disgust of Thomasina who was posing amongst the daisies and cornflowers of the indoor gardens for a goddess photo shoot, shot by Fingers the inner typist.

Hotly pursued by a variety of glowing volcanic rock artifacts that had materialised at the mention of Chariots and fire, Tom and his goddesses headed for the front door of the Egyptian Villa-Mansion where Tom, not wishing to sully his godly hands on the doorknob any more than the goddesses, opted for grabbing a handy volcanic rock artifact and flinging/hurling it at the doorway. The door flew open at speed not keen on such a collision and the risk of a very unattractive burn on itself. In response the rock billowed and exploded into a glowing pyramid portal adorned with the 5-pointer star of the Seba, symbol of stars, constellations, and star gods, associated with doors and gateways according to his Tomipedia, which he had previously turned off, but which in a fit of huffiness had defiantly switched itself back on.

ThomasinAsteria, keen to exercise her Greek goddess credentials alongside the regular star goddess ones, dived unperturbed into its glowing depths grabbing Tom’s Tomga as she went, and hauling him into a hurtling trip through the portal to land on board the chariot of fire, chased to the marketplace by the glowing volcanic pyramid artifacts.

Sand and pyramids and the River Nile flashed by them, Tom’s smart mansionone snapping the scenes with wild abandon while Tombie lost a leg in the chariot wheels and Tom’s Inner Werewolf – Tommy awoke and gave chase to the glowing volcanic pyramid rocks bouncing cheerily alongside them flashing their Seba symbols whilst giving Tom the non-Egyptian god, the evil eye. Fingers gamely drove the chariot giving little heed to the busy ride as he gave the horses free rein to transport them at the highest speed possible.

Tom couldn’t help but notice the portal seemed to be accompanying them, and that Lady TometteNut was still half in and half out of it waving a volcanic pyramid rock furiously at Tom and the now decapitated Tombie. Tombie grinned and did a quick search for the rest of his body but the legs had already run it off to find some fine Egyptian linen for itself at the marketplace. And Tombie had sand in his eyes so he could no longer see much beyond a pyramid or 2 and what might and might not have been the odd pharaoh. Tom was preoccupied trying to catch his inner werewolf before the world collapsed and after all he was tasked with saving it.

References:

www.souledout.org

www.ancient-origins.net

www.en.m.wikipedia.org

www.galnet.fandom.com

www.egypt.mrdonn.org

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_night_deities

Shifty Mansionic Dimensions   23 comments

This post is inspired by and dedicated to my wonderfully imaginative friend, Tom. You can visit Tom’s blog at The Mansionic Perspective and share in the wonders of his blog world. You can learn all about gargoyles in his post The Winged Lion and the Gargoyle, and enjoy a further fantastic post about Winged Wolves (not the gargoyle wolves featuring in my own post) so do check this one out as well – it’s awesome! The Wild Winged Wolves of the Wilderness

PSX_20220226_200644Spinning haphazardly through a cosmic dimension shift Tom found himself spat out of the mouth of the dimension shift to a crescendo of wild howls and screaming tornadoes, at the front entrance of his Mansion. He was a little disconcerted to note that his Mansion had taken on a dark turreted gothic look in his absence, and he couldn’t say he was overly impressed with its leaning towards the dark and evil side either. Tom was pretty sure that he hadn’t ordered the evil wolf gargoyle door knocker now gracing the front door of the mansion and the fact that one was now there wasn’t a particularly promising sign. He channelled his inner werewolf – affectionately known as Tommy, but Tommy merely raised a hairy eyebrow at him and winked conspiratorially before yawning boredly and showing off a gleaming set of fangs.

The evil wolf gargoyle door knocker was not the friendly variety. At the sight of Tom’s hand reaching out to knock it the door knocker wasted no time in snapping and biting at the offending hand with ferocious devil-spawned wrath and a malevolent snarl for added effect. It smirked an evil smirk as Tom’s hand was hastily withdrawn.

The door swung open on its own, to a gaping dark void in the hallway that melted away to display a scene from Ancient Greece. Greece…in the Mansion’s Hall? Tom eyed the Mansion suspiciously, not for the first time today. A hearty snoring rumbled from within shaking the Mansion wall, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness swirling in the doorway, Tom spotted a long chain and a heavy door ring attaching a sleeping slave to it. Slave-butlers! – Tom realised in a flash of unexplained knowledge, with the sole the purpose of answering the door. Not too surprisingly this one was exercising the common practice of slave-butlers involving having died of boredom or fallen asleep by the time a visitor materialised. He looked on curiously as a rich Greek visitor approached the door and seized a short iron bar attached to a chain with which he hammered deafeningly on the door. The sleeping slave-butler, rudely awakened, jumped to his feet, muttering a disgraceful string of grumpy Greek obscenities whilst tripping over his own feet scuttling to open the door.

The scene unfolding in the Mansion’s hallway, took on a slightly ugly tone, as the iron bar proved a handy weapon for the rich visitor to use to beat the homeowner to a pulp; in the process, leaving an unsightly mess on the doorstep whilst the grumpy slave snickered maliciously in the background before falling asleep on his feet. Fast forwarding to a future Greece, the scene displayed a world without slave butlers or the potentially lethal iron bars, instead showing a far more civilised heavy-duty plastic ring attached to the door creating a convenient combi door knocker and handle. The history of door knockers was very dark and fraught with dangers Tom noted, before the evil wolf gargoyle swallowed the whole scene with a ghastly groan and eyes that glowed with a hellish fire.

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Taking his chances Tom dived gamely past the gargoyle door knocker and through the front door – The trip down the hall, round to the kitchen and up the newly formed staircase to the study left Tom increasingly sure he hadn’t bought any of the gargoyle wolves he found shrieking furiously at him whenever he should forget and try to approach his doors. He was also left to puzzle over the presence of the glowing volcanic rock artifacts glowing in his sitting room and alongside every evil wolf gargoyle that he encountered along the way. He wondered briefly if it had anything to do with the unexplained knocking on the Mansion windows that seemed to be growing louder as he progressed through the gargoyle adorned Mansion.

A quick detour to the Mansion’s illustrious library of all knowledge saw Tom launch the Tomipedia application, a recent acquisition that the Mansionic App Store had suggested when he had been browsing through his Smart Mansionone”. Tomipedia greeted him with a flash and a bang before exploding into life with a resounding voice-over of the search content it had found somewhere in the depths of itself. Accordingly, the knocking increased in volume and threatening rumblings of discontent.

     


“Tommy knockers,” the Tomipedia grandly informed him, having projected a 3-D version of itself onto the oakwood wall panels of the Library of all Knowledge, mythical, supernatural beings such as ghosts who were generally considered to inhabit a variety of different mines scattered around the globe. For clarity, and having taken note of Tom’s rich imagination, the Tomipedia roundly dispelled his notions that it might have been referring to land mines rather than coal mines and the like. Furthermore, according to the booming Tomipedia, Tommy knockers were little green men sporting white whiskers, and fitted out in old-style miner’s attire. They stood around 2-feet tall, bearing an uncanny resemblance to goblins, gnomes, and leprechauns. In Germany they were known as Berggeister or Bergmännlein, titles which referred to “mountain ghosts” or “little miners.” They had a reputation for impish mischief and were well-known for hiding tools and snuffing out lights, for example. But despite their behaving like naughty little rascals laughing at them or trying to ignore them would be a very foolhardy and unwise move.

Well, that was very strange considering Tom wasn’t aware of having an inner mine and until this point hadn’t really considered the possibility that he might have one. He made a mental note to consult his inner Tommy knocker at some point and find out exactly where it was living and what sort of inner mine he might be harbouring. A gold mine wouldn’t go amiss.

A particularly thunderous tapping and knocking on the both the Mansion windows and the surrounding walls, acted as a sharp reminder to Tom of the Tomipedia’s reference to the term “knockers.” This title, his Tomipedia informed him with a flourish and in Tom’s book, a wholly unnecessary and thoroughly over-dramatic, loud boom, was articulated as “knackers.” A term, it added, with slightly sadistic cheer, that arose from the knocking on the walls of the mine – an occurrence that frequently crops up just before cave-ins.” … Cave ins…that wasn’t a good sign…. The Mansion, now a dark, turreted Gothic Mansion, was about to experience a cave-in?!!

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It was definitely experiencing something from the wrenching and cracking sounds emitting from the masonry. The massive tear in the wall probably shouldn’t have been showing him another galaxy let alone a fearsome manifestation of the evil black wolf gargoyle door knocker leaping at him through the galactic vortex and an interstellar star show but it rapidly became clear that that was the case. It didn’t look much like a door knocker anymore and neither did it strike him as looking particularly black though this was likely the result of the galactic star show, but evil and gargoyle sprang to mind without any help from Tom’s abundant imagination. It still had wings, he noted. But then again wings seemed to be an obligatory gargoyle feature. Not so much perhaps, however, the song of the stars that was echoing theatrically, fromdeep within the heart of the gargoyle wolf’s wild howling, nor the shadows of a thousand alien worlds that it now had dancing unnervingly in coal-mine black eyes. The Gargoyle Wolf wasn’t in a good mood. And had a few choice words for Tom.

“Your sighting of black wolves is frequently understood to be a warning omen of your “shadow self” element. Which means Tom, that your visual perception of a black wolf, could be an indication that it’s time to re-examine that element of yourself – right now!!”

The gargoyle wolf reached out and slapped him around the nonce with a hairy brass paw – or rather with the door knocker it had previously been holding in its jaw, and continued in a screaming cosmic howl –

“This element of you is the dwelling place of undesirable thought configurations and philosophies Tom. Are undesirable thoughts creating incomprehensible challenges for your capacity to grasp and perceive the opportunities in your circumstances? Are you in fact cleaving to incorrect and untruthful conjectures that are causing you to defer action on matters of importance, or to postpone your crucial life decisions? Are you hesitating – shaking in your boots no less – because you are uncertain as to whether something is the right thing to do?” W2 (2)C


At this point Tom couldn’t help feeling that all these things might be a possibility, that back hander with a brass door knocker wasn’t the greatest!


“The dark, shadow wolf may be emboldening you to ponder on your attitude – By relinquishing your hold on your undesirable thought configurations, you may well light upon new routes to realize your aspirations.”

At this point Tom’s main aspiration was to find a paracetamol for the headache and an ice pack for the bump on his head, but he was fairly convinced that this wasn’t quite what the wolf gargoyle had in mind when it intoned such words of wisdom to this mere mortal. Probably best to head for the bathroom! There was a big black hole in the bathroom. The door to an alternative universe. Hopefully one that was more sociable than this one! A quick pit-stop at the Mansion’s kitchen to grab an ice pack from the freezer resulted in Cook chasing him back out, brandishing a ladle and a frying pan, closely followed by one of the glowing volcanic artifacts Tom had noted were dotted around the Mansion alongside the evil Wolf Gargoyles….He tumbled back in the direction of the bathroom, which as it turned out was also harbouring an evil wolf gargoyle and several glowing volcanic rock artifacts – lurking menacingly and so far inexplicably, outside the partially open bathroom door…Well, the Mansion had never made life easy for Tom, he reflected, before making a magnificent gargoyle-defying leap through the bathroom door into the swirling galaxy that had appeared where the shower usually stood…this was going to be a really rough ride he realised as his hair took on a new life all of its own and his disembodied legs waved mockingly at the evil wolf gargoyle before vanishing through the galactic vortex to join the rest of his body in a Mansionic Dimension shift to….?

Over to the Illustrious Tom! Do pay a visit to his blog site – his imagination knows no bounds and you’re sure to find something that will grab your own imagination and keep you coming back!

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