2024-12-20

band of eLLips(i/e)s

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[ .. being issue # 91 in LL's publication series of research papers on selected topics in advanced esoteric philosophy & applied psychonautics .. ]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Magic is simple .. draw from your heart"

 

  

 

 

- from The Keepers of the 5 Kingdoms
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. it's not a con tradiction, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

just a different perspective on the same thing ..













.. tighten up; that's the key ..













.. & if u can streamline more than anybody, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

you've @L(L)ready won actually ..






 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

The words make cents.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Communication of lines, characters on tv
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seen far away - as if in a dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A mark makes sound when made across a page or on a board or a stone
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was and still is a literal sound to the production of written word
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pounding out the codes, swooshing with a pen, hammer to chisel, fist to chin


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I feel my face, can you feel yours?
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shattered and battered, covered in pulsing flesh.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can feel my eyes and the outside turning in
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turning out scenes
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I feel with my feet as I leave trails all over the place,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That maybe I can't see, but for some there's chase
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The thrill of the tail
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like a cat and mouse game
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Or field where men lay
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Down prone on thorns of yesterday's old men
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crooning and clawing at the moon as his lust or love slips away



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When you rob with a pen
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You'll get 'way again
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But a knife or a gun,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

not a book or a ledger
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And you'll find
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You're inside of a pen
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Looking out, and about
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At where you had once been



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Order and chaos meet in death
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Combat until the end
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One a flat place, no smile or a frown
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The other no-where for feet on the ground
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This way and that, no way and pat
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A fire, too bright, puts out all other lights
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While in darkness no sights
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the dark meandering of ways,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

that Chaos and order lay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The problem with poetry is: you can't build machines with it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Truth is the greatest illusion of them all"





- from Arcane












 

 

 

 

.. horse races around the world & all over the place, & leadership changes faster than one can keep pace .. maybe if we pick one over the other, the whole world will change  ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but when the music stops, what's different, other than which talking head is in place, & who they've replaced ..?

















.. thesis: the world isn't run by talking heads; it's run by investors & collectors .. & the catch is that anyone(..?), no, absolutely everyone is in vested in this game, it being the only game in town: the game of what is, of what will become, (a) reality .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & nothing will change unless we ourselves change, & redirect our (energetic) investments accordingly ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. not science, but conscience rules us here .. & what's right is what feels like it is .. surely, it's important to have an accurate understanding of what's "real", but of what value are all the numbers in the world if they can't change how you feel ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.. some are calling ours the second gilded age: lot of money flying around, but seemingly only landing near those whose piles were high to begin with; a lot of corruption, & a dizzying, vertigo-inducing level of inequality ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & as if to prove it, u got some overrich clown who surrounds himself with $hills he pays to never say no, even when he says he wants to go to Mars, a a literal nuclear waste land  ..


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but they should, cuz only a truly global society could make it that far, even as in the meanwhile we have more challenges facing our world than ever before .. only through cooperating on a hitherto unseen scale can we perhaps ensure that such a project would have even a chance of success ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the truth is, we either (literally) rise coLLectively or we kill each other on the way down to hell ..


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & the only question is, in which of those will you energetically invest, if, as u invest, so will u collect ..











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"That which inspires us to our greatest good is also the cause of our greatest evil"





- from Arcane














 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?"

 

 

 

 

- from No Country for Old Men

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & if u con front your fears, will they disappear ..?











.. guess there's only one way to find (d)ou(b)t ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. isn't there.. 

 

 









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