He may not be real, but he's already invading my dreams. Last night I dreamt that Roy Jay, complete with vintage prison uniform, white gloves, and eyeliner, was doing a routine where there weren't any jokes -- no, not even any "jokes." He just did his weird jazz-hands walk around the stage and exclaimed "Snip!" and "Scramble!" at intervals, in the same way that the "real" Roy Jay would say "Spook!" and "Slither!"
Accompanying this was a strangely specific mental image of what he meant by that: You could cut up a poem, or a few poems, put the pieces in a hat and "scramble" them, and then draw them out of the hat in a new, random sequence to create a new poem. I say "strangely specific" because I understood in detail precisely how to cut up a poem: into the smallest units possible without breaking up either a word or a metrical foot. For example:
I guess the logic of this is that after scrambling, you would still have a series of English words which, though mostly ungrammatical and meaningless, would still be in iambic meter. To preserve the pentameter (or whatever the original meter of the poem), just add one rule: If you draw something out of the hat that has too many feet to fit in the line, you put it back and draw a new one until you get something that does fit.
I had the hypnapompic thought that I should do this with "The Song of Wandering Aengus" -- the idea, I guess, being that this could be a step toward recovering the promised True Song. Once I had fully woken up, that didn't make any sense, and I wasn't sure dream-Roy Jay was someone I should be taking advice from, but I did it anyway -- the digital equivalent using random.org, not actual paper in a hat. Here's what I got:
Are done I will a fire her lipsAnd caught and times when I out toAnd hilly lands and ran and takeA berry to with wanderingAm old white moths though I and pluckI went and peeled and moth-like starsThrough hollow lands a stream and cutThe floor me by my head her handsThe hazel wood had laid and hookedTill time were flickering out a-flameLong dappled grass a glimmering girlI dropped the berry in becomeAnd walk it on a thread her hairBut something rustled on to blowA hazel wand where she the wingWith apple blossom in was inThe fire the moon it had the sunWho called and faded through me byI went my name because amongThe silver apples of were onAnd when the floor the brightening airThe golden apples of has goneAnd kiss a little silver troutAnd someone called find out my name
Most of it is, as you would expect, gibberish, but I found the last line evocative. Did someone call (shout), "Find out my name!" -- or is it someone called (known as) Find Out My Name?
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Just referencing this in case its relevant:
On your original Roy Jay post titled "Spook! Slither!", I ended up making the strange connection to Snape, the Slytherin Spook. It was such an interesting play on words with Spook and Slither, and captured perfectly Snape's role as a Spook or Spy, I couldn't help going down that thought path.
So, I looked up Snip, what Dream Roy was saying instead of Spook, and wouldn't you know that Snip is directly related to the word Snape. It was listed below snip, and the definition says to refer back to that word at the end:
also sneap, "to be hard upon, rebuke, revile, snub," early 14c., snaipen, from Old Norse sneypa "to outrage, dishonor, disgrace," which is probably related to similar-sounding words meaning "cut" (compare snip (v.)).
Caught my attention, for whatever its worth.
One of the previous themes or ideas with the True Song of the Wandering Aengus is that whatever it is would radically change some ideas or perceptions of things. Something like what a scramble might represent. I had used Jesus' correction or clarification of Isaiah 29, where it is God's work that is accused of having turned things upside down.
That would be the glass half full thinking.
Glass half empty would get to the Book of the Lamb, in which things are removed or 'snipped' from it by the GAC, and it becomes scrambled, or unintelligible compared to how it was meant to be. That theme is more in line with the recent idea of a "cover" to the Book of the Lamb being created.
The glass-half-full thought fits well with the strange Snape reference, and past thinking on what the True Song might say and do.
That snip/Snape connection is good. Regarding the Slytherin connection, I thought I remembered seeing a Roy Jay clip called “Slitherin’ down the street,” but actually it’s “Spookin’ down the street.” A near miss.
Alan Rickman, who played Snape, played Martin Harris in the spider mask dream:
https://narrowdesert.blogspot.com/2024/04/a-vulture-named-odessa-grigorievna-and.html
Thought about this a bit more, and have a little more clear and direct take.
I had wondered about the 'mind' behind some of your messages, like "Jack Dry Stolen", "Amu", and "Maglodan". My guess has ended up being Maglor, and this seemed to tie in at one level with the Snape symbolism.
Your scrambled Aengus poem ends with "And someone called find out my name". It caught your attention - mine too. When I first read it, I immediately though of "Rumpelstiltskin". He is probably the most famous fairy tale character who is associated with the task of someone finding out their name. Not sure if that is a valid association, but it is what I thought of.
This clue, if it is one, may further point to Maglor.
Rumpelstiltskin had the unique talent of being able to spin straw into gold. This takes us directly to Maglor's name. Usually interpreted as either "Gold-Cleaver" or "Gold Forger". "Mag/ Ma/ Mah" taken alone also simply means one who is skilled in working with something, or a craftsman. Further, one sense of forge is "to create, shape, etc." In this sense, Rumpelstiltskin was a Gold Forger, or Maglor.
As a fun link, I did a quick search to see if forging Gold was ever used to apply to Rumpelstiltskin. The first result was this book, featuring a goldsmith named Roy, and with the title "Forging Gold: A Retelling of Rumpelstiltskin".
https://www.amazon.com/Forged-Gold-Retelling-Rumpelstiltskin-Realm/dp/B0CP4VJT42
Anyway, so I think you may have Maglor on your case. It may go back awhile, for example even to those words from last year where you "scrambled" the Excel words to get the question about the pumpkin theft.
And just as with "Maglodan", where both Maglor (the actual Being) and the Megalodon (Maeglor - maybe you) were communicated in the same name, this might be the case with Maglor or Rumpelstiltskin overall. Both the signature and subject represented in one word or name.
A "Forger" is also someone who creates a forgery, something pretending to be real but isn't. Pharazon was Gold Forger, in that sense. We will also be dealing with the future forgery of the Book of the Lamb.
That is a good connection back to the Martin Harris dream. Nice.
And in that dream, it was Martin Harris who didn't believe your claims that you were Joseph Smith. Since Harris was played by RIckman/ Snape, that might then tie to Maglor's direct involvement here and now, if the Slyther Spook reference is in fact linked to him.
In that dream, we had also discussed the potential connection with James Strang, in the form of Jim Carrey wearing the spider mask. Just kind of had that vibe, with Strang's history of claiming to be Joseph's true successor.
Strang was also a "forger" in both sense of the word. He created metal plates (though not gold ones - they were brass), and then forged a story on and from them.
The potential involvement of Maglor here in these messages and riddles is probably the most fascinating thing to me, and I have to think on it a bit, because his role and why this would be the case isn't super clear in my mind.
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