u&Iverse vs moneytheism (in the name of god)

 

.. it never ended

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 it won't ever end

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 & even if it did,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 it would instantly start again ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Con[ ]temporary art is a scam; you know that, right? The real art is con[ ]vincing people you're making something meaningful and complex when it's really just arbitrary masturbation"

 

- from I Want Your Sex

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. shades (thus named to stress that he'd erased his personal history, just as Carlos Castaneda suggests) found himself somewhat torn between u&iverse and moneytheism; in a manner of speaking, as one might say ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. for if the former was a way to con vey the collective, communal spirit, then the latter must denote the worship of quantity, & as is painfully clear especially these daze, this is invariably done individually ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & then wondering if it was written that way, u&Iverse, to denote the problematizing of the coherent independent self .. for beyond the physical realm, it becomes difficult to distinguish where ewe begin, & where eye end ..

.. but moving beyond questions of con tent & form to con siderations of con text, he wondered, is it the master's response ability to tell the student what to do, or just how to do it ..? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. phrased in another Way: should the seeker, the aspirant if you will, be told what to seek, or merely where to look, & how to gnow (when) they've seen it ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. surely, 'tis the latter .. in which case: u&Iverse & moneytheism re:con ciliate, in the name of god .. in other words, make of the - a + , & let the o be indistinguishable from an .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. you following me so far ..? .. for only then, truelie, wilt thee enter the exit, & come out of the ingress (.. & that, egressively) ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

..  for to do this would be comparable; indeed analogous to the re con ciliation of the punk & new wave aesthetics .. the which is a fundamental & essential founding objective of LL frAum the beginning e(s)t A l'Ancienne .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but what of moneytheism; is it not the root of @LL evil ..? .. is it not the very cause of piracy, the word for what the underdog has always relied upon when the powers & principalities have failed them ..? .. could even this be of use in That Great Work ..?




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & yet we say, such a synthesis can be made, nay must be engaged, for surely is this the so-called shadow Work .. & the more uphill the climb, the more worthwhile the goal, which the practitioner will surely attain, armed with perception, perspicacity & persistence .. eh ..?

 Westmount St Lenny Cohen, prie pour nous

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello, my name is
What, my name is
Who, my name is
<INSERT NAME HERE>

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hmmm.... now where did that variable come from?
Was it assigned at birth? :Naming day in Eden:
Aye, an [ay(in]visible) mark crossed between your ears, your eyes, and your mouth
A SUMMONS must be by name: your name is on the BOOKS... somewhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I recall, I must have been placed here some way back when and received an audible name,
but before then the whole starry space had moved into a conforming position
and laid out a branching form in time and space - some time after an EXPLOSION, if you catch my drift,
and such was a beginning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I grew for a time, weightless in the dull light of dream.
Fell and could feel the pull, off to somewhere else, and
it was hard to move away from that tug, but I struggled to be mobile - add my own directions:
I wriggled like a worm and evolved to fours then twos, gradually breaking more and more free
from the GRAV(e|ITY that said: "NO FURTHER SHALL YE PASS", seemed black and a darkness: a hole to fall through.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My always open ears, behind the visible world, felt and known to be behind the eyes... and at right angles.
And there behind the eyes seems to be the whole audible space. A world not defined by planes or limited by a directed gaze.
The sounds helped me cut the worlds' forms into manageable chunks, the pulsating wave forms opened and closed, spaced and spread with vowels and consonants,
delineating psychic spaces for the representation of the contents of MY world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The limits of your language are the limits of your world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The true names of things are unknown, just as anything remains unknown in its entirety. They lack the nebulosity of human language, and strike with the precision of fact.
In the beginning was the logos, etched first with figures of law and form, before an utterance resounding from the depths of time calls forth a being from out of the sea of potentiality, pulled out the slumbering darkness of obscurity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, like that, the chattering of humans are evocation, when they attempt to describe the future or cause an effect, or the words merely run in loops and steady the group mind with an axis, or set of axes, from that spinning 'round (and going nowhere). 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monkey see, monkey do, and in the last, in the mass, all we have are monkeys (and monkeys with guns): Chimps will cannibalize and kill the young of other chimps or bands of chimps; chimps are violently territorial. And, what do we see these days apart from that eating of flesh? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

People hypnotized by words that pretend to give an identity, when what they do in fact is to take it away or give it a control plane overlay, with the hands of the most venal, brutal, avaricious, and shortsighted, pulling the strings on those axes. They should end up with those axes shoved up their ass - maybe they already are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the name will be mud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Do not feel guilty for finding your power. And do not feel guilty for becoming who you are meant to be. Because you are amazing"

 

- from Carrie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. it @LL con nexts ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & yet, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

not @LL who seem like they know gnow; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

nay a disturbing many who do don't ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. no: @LL you need's a good crew, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

& you can take over the world .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

on onagrocracy (or, 'speak gaslightly & carry a big (suck my) schtick'):

being part the third of the linguistic offensive ops trilogy*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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*: the previous entries of which can be found here & here 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. perhaps some words of explication of said initiative are called for, &, indeed, warranted 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. while they've been referred to by the derogatory term 'pedants' (which term we here formally put forward a motion to cancel due to its offensive character), some there are among us who are acutely ( .. &, if we might say so, astutely .. ) sensitive to the use, & notably in this con text the abuse & overuse of certain terms, such as 'take', 'maxxing' & 'gaslighting', to take 3 frankly disturbingly common examples

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. at least in part or rather on one level of what we would con tend are many, said trilogy is our own con tribution to raising awareness of the plight of these pedants .. or rather these linguistically hyperattuned individuals among us .. & thank you .. ahem

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. nous sommes maîtres chez nous .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once upon a time I was A.O.I was I a time once.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aeneye ways.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The only way out is to give it all up,... or at least most of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Something has to give, right?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What happens when reality becomes a cassette tape you can pop in and play? Seek back to the eighties and tell yourself: [REDACTED]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can almost feel yourself in those old photographs, of places you've never been, but the mass won't move. The locks hold tight - and you're still here, circa. AIOpocalypse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How big of a gear do I have to grab hold of to turn back the wheels on this clock? If only for a joy ride, or final tour of earth and humanity, as one who cannot truly seem to feel themself alive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moriah, was that the name? Her wind blows hot and cold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Empty spaces curled up in writhing smoke-like shadows, once filled, now dead. Backstage passes to scenes that will never be again - that'd be nice, right?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe we can get there again through the music and step through doors that were once alive

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'd go back and point out all the other different life paths that were open before me; when I was young and unanchored. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now AOI must be the rock, and attempt to be a rock of ages - ground beneath those crystal gears of time, reckoned in hours and days G-0-D - spin baby, spin ::$:: one more time in green tinged glasses. And a hat with a propellor on it, or maybe a visor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I WANT TO BE HIM" <~ WHO IS HIM, and how AM(I|Y) HIM? Amity hills all over again, but I digress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Verily verity merrily goes, this way and that, to no ends gods know - - - in other words, forever; and that means, forget.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time travel is a dark path - it works best if you're willing to die; because, that's what you'd be doing or rather, undoing. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, whatever memory you had - it would fade as the mass shifts back into that perfect alignment - - OR back to the origin, and shatter that glass - spill out over the concrete maps in the mind of the machine that had to be, because there was no room for it anywhere else.

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. problem's never been that some robots might be people ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. it's been that some people might be robots .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. these folks just picked it up & ran the other way is all ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 "Never show a fool your Work until it's completed"

- from The Gentlemen 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. shades (thus named cuz he hadn't worn socks in a decade & knew there was no looking back was maxxing before maxxing was maxxing) had come across a new word like a shiny toy that he was now determined to use at some point or another ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the word in question was onagrocracy, which is a "government (run) by braying asses", & was attributed to the Italian philosopher and historian Benedetto Croce ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. & while we're on the subject, it's worth noting that when it comes to a magickal motto, it's generally better to "pick" (.. or rather, does one actually pick, or is one picked ..?) one that's not so much an end goal as a Way to be, a process if you will, a certain modus operandi .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. like the undertaking of esoteric research, of initiation itself, it tends to be better to think in terms of experiences rather than end goals .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. which is not to disparage or dismiss goals & objectives, but merely to underline that even beyond those, worthy tho they might be, the Work remains; ongoing ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. as for onagrocracy, well, the pertinence of that particular term in this con text or rather this our own time should be fairly obvious, no ..? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & yet, beyond the obvious, underlying it & arguably the cause of it is that, perhaps, we as a society have monetized certain individuals who might frankly best be described as braying asses, & made of them an ideal to which we should @LL supposedly as($)pire ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the threat here is obvious & we should certainly not gaslight those who might risk braying to point it out, specifically that we might bray our arses to oblivion, all the while braying about being gaslit by those who ironically seek to prevent such an unfortunate fate by, how else, braying themselves .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. as an antidote or a counterbalancing trajectory to such energetic comportments, we have long argued for the suitability of the trickster, as both archetype & as an energetic tendency ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the trickster who through their tricks creates reality itself; forever with an upraised fist ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
.. how else but by reference to the con cept, indeed the experience of the trickster, could one come to terms with, or re con cile the fact that, well, doesn't someone who seeks to stop braying asses from braying become a braying ass ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. in fact, it is only by becoming a trickster in one's own experience can one prevent themselves from becoming just that .. (.. & yet, can it be said that each of those ones is the same one ..?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

orichalcum

 

 

".. the dead always speak .. they make a noise like feathers .."

 

- from Furious  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. takes are like assholes ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. every cunt (in the British sense) has one ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. so the least they can be is creative .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 🏴‍☠️

 

 

 

 

maxxingmaxxing(maxxing?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. for it is a circle .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. whose circumference is everywhere ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & its center ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. now

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 here ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"There is something essentially existential about the act of gooning. One might even say that today, in one way or another, we all risk becoming gooners. The self-identified gooner embraces the futility of his pleasure-seeking, and defers climax altogether, transcending into what is sometimes described as a trance-like state"

- Julian de Medeiros, Why Gen Z is not having Sex

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Earth <- Moon <- Venus <- Mars <- Sun 
 

 

 

[potential] Paradise <- Dreaming <- Love <- War <- Origin 
 
 

 

 

[potential] Paradise <- Dream <- Ease <- Struggle <- Origin:| 
 
 

 

 

life <- gestation <- matrix <- imp[Ma]u[l](s)e <- Origin; 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's not enough that you have just talent .. you gotta have character too .." 

- from The Hustler

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Look for the capital; there you will find the ]TRUE[ capitol. 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But remember, these daze...; the capitol needs no buildings. 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All virtual, {but what of virtue?}, watering pools and aqueducts - running on lines of light tied up in mirrored glass tubes stretched under the skin of dirt and clay. 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But what use is money if you can't coerce other people with it? So the great cities still stand as playgrounds, and roving bands of ticker tape think to peruse the menu(s) [OF ALL WITH A PRICE TAG]. Caput HEAD(ING) number 🜓 -:>)) 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ding!, Ding! - special delivery::package.open? 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A magical lamp you say? Whatever for would I want that? 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A box of light by the fire to stay warm with - okay., beats the howls of death in the dark winds outside at all angles to these soft visions of light and warmth inside my дом. 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But the flicker by and behind that lamp, darkling colors with tinges of the sort called forth from a blade or an apple peeler scraping a chunk off your (pig) knuckle. The ghost stories that were meant to scare, but instead turned out to be sirens. 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thin[gk]s like that. 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ok, I'll put it on the wall and let strangers parade through my house for my amusement. No touching the sherry though - and that's a firm RULE. Let's see what jigs we can get them to dance. 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BREAK; 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We were waylaid/: human activity is ordered through money == people capital flows. 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

People that do not somehow wisely manage their money supply (OR HAVE IT MANAGED THUS FOR THEM0) and its PLUMB(UM?)ING, for the fluid medium support of inducing activity in the human tooling context, well they end up doing things maybe that aren't in their best interests: JUST TO SURVIVE. 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

US NOTE : Нота США Кеннеди 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Which dead presidents are still floating around out there?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When there are no records, there's nothing to falsify..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ТАИФУ

"Loyalty and solidarity are the Way"

 

 

- from The Book of Boba Fett 

.. when it comes to art, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

if you're doing nothing new, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

are u doing anything at all ..?

.. let me tell you how to attain to the inner layers of the gnosis from my own personal experience .. wait is that one taken already .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. for many, the inner call to explore the deeper layers of reality arises in the stoner age, when one is still learning & experimenting to see how the world works .. this should be encouraged, for there's @LLways more to explore ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
.. eventually, if one persists on this path, they will encounter transdimensional tricksters in one form or another .. but however they manifest, they're hard to miss ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. they're neither to be feared nor trusted fully, but can become reliable allies in time .. indeed, the appearance of such spirits or .. aliens is a sign that one is actively being initiated into a deeper awareness of reality ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. that's how you win the game; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

not with the numbers .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but with the philosophy ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & every master will be able to recall their initiations, along with the accompanying pain & anguish, which are very real .. everybody wants to be the victim, but the master has undertaken & overcome; & attained to the rewards therefrom ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. it is a sin against the gods to say there is a better & a worse, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

save in terms of Works ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. an intriguing trajectory to explore in one's esoteric research is retrocausality .. it's often said that the past can't be changed, but how do we know we aren't the changed past of our own future selves ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & don't be hypnotized by hyperpolitics, in this era of ours where, seemingly, the more things change, the more they stay the same .. everything can change in a day .. if u gnow the Way ..

 

 

 

 

 

.. my job is getting the job done; that's my job ..

 

 

.. by no means is this an exhaustive list; & nor is it meant to be .. just some field notes; pointers along the Way.. for thus have the masters communicated frAum the beginning ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. after @LL, while there may be a lot of haters & self-styled debunkers out there, the gnosis is gnown to those who gnow ..

.. hence why solipsism isn't inherently absurd; no one can gnow one as well as one knows oneself .. now put that one in your pipe & smoke it ..

.. a line that doesn't quite align is a line ..

"Hunters don't get caught. They set traps, and then they wait .."

 

 

- from Supergirl 

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.. life isn't infinite .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. unfortunately .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. or is it fortunately ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. it's def one of those, for sure ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wonderers, wandering

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 "The transubstantiation of feeling .. that's what we're doing here"

 

 

- from Mother Mary 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. thus is it with the purported master; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

they either justify, or fail to justify, themselves ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. they might be popular .. but we're precision ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. wouldn't it be interesting if that's where we encountered them ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the aliens ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. which is to say, maybe we already have ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & what are microbes, viruses, fungi & even microfauna if not alien categories; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

literally xenomorphic dimensions of intelligence ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 survival of the $hitte$t ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the problem with being a reasonable person is you'll encounter a lot of unreasonable people .. think about it; just statistically, it's an inevitability ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the question, tho, is where is the line between sheer probabilities & evidence of the impending collapse of society, exactly; what would the latter look like "on the ground", as it were ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. a topic well worth reflecting on & mulling over from multiple angles is that of those models that foresee a wide-ranging & far-reaching societal collapse in our very lifetimes ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

..  & as the warmer weather seems to get into people's heads & somehow shortens their fuses, the subject seemingly resonates & reverberates & echoes again ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but then the question is, do we trust suggestions from the depths when mercury is in rx ..? .. put another way, is this a real con cern that's worth reflecting on & worrying about, or just another distraction ..?

.. rest assured that the oligarchs are not taking chances; the billionaires are building bunkers .. & we definitely shouldn't leave the future of humanity to them, for hopefully obvious reasons ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. in any case, one could just as well ask if humanity as such wouldn't be better off in the wake of a widespread & global societal collapse .. for, surely, one could argue that civilization itself has been a history of decline ever since the bronze age .. till then, we'd just been wanderers, wondering ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & the magician, having put in the Work, has finagled the truth of this world .. naturally, this would significantly boost their chances of surviving basically the end of the world as they'd hitherto known it, at the least; at best, it could even guarantee said survival ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. you have to move with the rhythm of the world, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

but not necessarily to it .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. to remain pertinent ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I find I keep talking to myself.
No matter how hard I try, then, BAM -
What happened? I can't remember anything...
Where am I?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sound familiar? Yeah, might just do that.
Origin stories.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The past is co-present in the now as a surface is on the deep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The now is not easily decomposed into its forward and retrograde fluxes -
in the experiential realm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The body remains behind and the personality dissolves, there is no more.(: "ME"), all that's remotely connected to me, gone - but I keep coming back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A tube of light, at the end: ME (and the world) - all around this orb, darkness, with this thing of "ME" in the center.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think I like me, so I didn't continue on into the darkness, searching for any other light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All of "people" was within the orb that was "ME", it was the bundle of all my experience of what people are and do, have been and will be. All the baggage of personality and habit and attitude.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The "ME"-ness seemed to be the only viewpoint available... but, I didn't continue... falling? away through the darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Would I have been pulled back? I think so. Sometimes it's seemed to me there's a great terror that I might fall out of the web of existence - give up having ever been human. Is the terror only mine?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was lying down, feet to approximate north(east)ish, looking up at a ceiling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Had my visual field had been in a different sort of alignment with Earthly gravity, what would have happened? Would this seeming death experience have occurred, or something else entirely? The self, myself at least, seems to have a focus in the visual field - I find "ME", myself, mostly somewhere more-or-less in my head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When we die, if we're lucky, we're lying down asleep in bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This "ME" was "THE" reality that contained the world as known to "ME". It WILL fall away one day, in this experience of bodily and personality death and then maybe we have no choice but to wander for another light, an open space.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is this dark telescopic tube with a seeming orb the same as some see near death? Don't go into the light at the end of the tunnel and all that - where else would I go, but into "ME"?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unlike usual, the optic field seemed to be transforming like a cone closing down into a line, where the world as visual (primarily, but of all sense) was the disk at the end of that truncated cone and "I" was at its apex. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Smoother, but a bit like the old televisions when the electron beam in the cathode ray tube displays was dying down and losing energy with the back reactive flash of a beam of light collapsing to center. Maybe that's what I missed?: the back reactive flash that would occur had I fully withdrawn from "ME" and all that entails.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then again, it seems I'm not ready to leave this thing called [INSERT NAME] - I have attachments, and one day, when the world is ready for me to be gone, maybe I'll find some other light or all the energy of the world that was "ME" somehow returns through that apex into another life that could perhaps be conscious through transition, but the nature of the being seems to be that we do not want to remember. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Never trust spiritual leader who cannot dance"

 

 

 - from The Next Karate Kid

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. you decide your self-worth ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. best to be balanced, yet forgiving ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. don't be the victim of yourself ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. in( )spir(e)@L(L)s ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. just cuz u can doesn't mean you should .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. it's possible to succeed too much ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. so much, u fail in the end ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"With no power comes no responsibility"

 

 

- from Spider-Noir

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 ((@)(@))

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The thing about principles, is they depend on the school, or schools, you were brought up in.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They may have been a man, or a woman, - in the case of Romulus and... whatever happened to Remus? - or maybe called headmaster, etc. But they were there, when your parents were away off somewhere else, along with the teachers. Making sure everything was according to plan. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But what was the plan?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To induct you into the life of a (THE) community.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You were just a kid when (some|that) group of word smiths was able to get you to "crack the code" and open up the literary universe and all the ideas expressible in that culture's glyphic context.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Now, do glyphs glide off the hand(s) of (wo)men, like glyphs glides off the tongue?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In some measure it seems so, for the textual deposit of any language has been to great degree by actual writing motions of hands. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wo(man) is a channel of activities from a realm of analogy into cubic space. And so on to the flat page - starting (ending) at the point of a pencil or pen. A creative tool, a way to leave a mark.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And that's where the real principles reside, and which are conjoined with sensory and material phenomena, which are our shared "facts".

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The principals at schools, and the principles evident in nature, divide our day, which is our little world, into pieces. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The class schedule. Language arts, maths, music. Whatever handicraft you like, the division of labor on onto ... what end of specialization?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. what's truly terrible is subtlety ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & the really lethal are the gentle ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. con trast is where in sight resides .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The only true voyage of discovery, the only fountain of Eternal Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes"

 

 

- Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. some there are who have said that nature comes in spirals .. & surely that's as good a theory as any, & arguably yet better than most ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. among other things, such a perspective would correlate with why ambient energy seems to ebb & flow with the time of day, the season of the year and with certain astrological phases and events ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. if life itself is (but) a rhythm, then they who can con trol that rhythm can con trol their life .. this is a dangerous teaching, & it shouldn't be seen to abrogate all previous ones neither .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but if such ideas are so accurate & valuable & worth knowing, why aren't they common knowledge..? .. surely, at the very least, they'd serve to spare us from the tyranny of monotony .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. a claim, which by some has been made, is that we're raised in a pathocracy ( .. this being defined as a system of government in which a small pathological minority has taken control of a society of normal people ..) .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. or perhaps it simply serves to spare at least some from the curse of gnowing too much .. & who will say they know which of these is in fact the case ..

.. anyways ..

 
.. maybe the master isn't the one with all the answers, but rather the person who knows (how to know) the answer when they see it (.. & you can always learn something from a master ..) 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & maybe knowing that is the difference between an era of stagnation & one of discovery & new (inner?) frontiers ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. is the true imagineer the one who sees a new Way of doing things, or the one who builds a whole new world based on that insight ..? .. surely the true master isn't the one who con structs based on a blueprint, for there would be nothing to build to begin with, without that originary vision ..





 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. nah.. the real master is a technician of the inner, esoteric world, performing a Work in its precision & detail tantamount to surgery, with a view to benefiting posterity, which in turn rewards said master by preserving them in its memory .. wrap it up already

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"To understand the living, you got to commune with the dead. One thing; don't commune so long with the dead, you forget the living .." 

 

 

 

- from Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"- For once in your life, be reasonable. 

- I tried that once. And I didn't like it"

- from Pink Cadillac 

.. only reason anyone's ever done anything is cuz they can .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but if u died doing what you're doing, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

would you be ok with that ..?