Pigeon walked thru the mirror

I used to live in 8 acres by mys3lf on the d3vin moors.
One day I walked naked by a deer and felt myself expand, maybe my aura expand.
I wanted to foto myself so stood infront of a window reflection.
That started a journey into fotoing reflections, world's within world's within world's. I believe Robert lenkiewicz a Plymouth artist then became my muse.
He loved death, painted his subjects sat on his lap, painted l9cals on walks, was known by all, an eccentric artist who paid a hobo to keep his body post departure.
The cemetery reminds me of the place I met Robert.
Acres of trees and nature and 2 giant buildings.
The mortuary chapel has 2 chapels based on king solomons temple. A man who communed with the deceased and enslaved demons like me.
The other day when a d3monogist detected the chapel demon he wanted to free it but
I said
Keep it here
Enslaved as per design of this mortuary chapel an ode to solomon.
Finding images in reflections and more images I guess is like taking lsd which I won't be taking 2d is crazy snuff 4 me