kinger the alchemist
anaheim, california.me and a friend visited the digital circus x requiem cafe collab in mid december!! soo much fun! ~ xx
there were two scenes: an abstraction scene (pictured) and beach scene, each with character cut outs. i look pictures with jax, pomni, and kinger! really fun and cathartic in a way to have this narrative congruence—being immersed in a fictitious digital world that i find analogous to current reality in many ways.
they were serving themed drinks and snacks! we got:
kinger’s health restoration latte
front right drink pictured. i will elaborate below. note the butterfly
zooble parts:
left drink pictured
candy canyon cone:
not pictured
kinger the alchemist, restoration latte
i ate kinger’s butterfly, and i gained another life.
the butterfly is a creation that is possible through an unrestrained sense of reality. kinger’s creation is effortless, which i attribute to his divergence from reality within caine’s parameters.
[kinger: “it’s a butterfly! it can restore your health.”
ragatha: “did caine mention that?”
kinger: “oh, nah. i made it up.”]
nothing is impossible for him, and not because he has particular strength, or cunning, but because it just is. need another life? here, i made one.
is this butterfly not the embodiment of the power of the alchemist? as described in Self Unfoldment by Disciplines of Realization (Manly P. Hall 1944) where the alchemical practice is metaphorical for the ways we can intentionally dance with and craft this reality. a magician working with the materials in front of her.
powder of projection, highly coveted, source of incredible transmutation. from stone to gold, from reality to Truth.
regardless of how the actual plot of the show plays out (i am writing this prior to viewing episode 8), at this moment kinger speaks to me as an embodiment of the spiritual alchemist. this world that they are in is terrifying, maddening, and most sickening.. its ridiculous! absurd. this absurdity lends itself to many terrors (ex. ragatha’s tour & the closing scene of the pilot.)
nothing here denies the terrors, in fact many of the characters hold this pain of the truth to their reality. and, because it all is ridiculous, this allows for the possibility of absurd creation.
the fictional butterfly was able to traverse into my plane and take a physical form, bringing with it this symbolism. and i ingested it. it felt like a shift, a creation of an internal pathway, to have associated the creation of the butterfly with this alchemy, and then months later, be able to actually ingest that into my body. i have now this quality within me. in my mouth, down my throat, thumping thumping. warm. slowly disseminating and glowing in each of my cells, flowing down my arms, and into my fingertips as i create in my own part of the world.
~★ kinger’s butterfly and restoration latte: + ∞! 𖨆 aura ★~
i wonder too if this story has been speaking to me as a way to process the saddening, terrifying, and violent developments of the sociopolitical powers in my part of the world. and as a way to nurture my own agency. i am not unaware of the sense of relief that can be granted through relinquishing to absurdism.
i just spawned in. i'll see what is here, appreciate this world for the unique configuration of circumstances that it is, express myself, and then onto the next.
gracias a dios por este cuerpo para bailar, por mis orejas para escuchar, y mi voz para expresarme.
here are a few photos of some fan art at the cafe:
and the menu:
peace xx~
