uranusomething

Let me tie it all together hear, at the start & frAum the beginning: Uranus is collective insurrection; total war against The Man, The System. Let me tell ū: you think û have what it takes? Many are called to The Great Work. But a disturbing few are chosen... most don't have what it takes; focus, power, dedication.




But for those few, the very future, the world is theirs. For the taking...

"The passion caused by the great and sublime in nature when their causes operate most powerfully is Astonishment; and astonishment is that state of the soul, in which all its motions are suspended, with some degree of horror. In this case the mind is so entirely filled with its object, that it cannot entertain any other"


- Edmund Burke

You know I am, I'm a [redacted], I guess, by day. Strange practicing occultist by night, and I like to think about things that are far out there and think about what is, what could be.


And what I like to do is base all that on geometrical thinking, and the environment that I find myself in a lot of what we see everything that we see actually is sketched out according to the laws of projective geometry.

You see how things smaller small how things further away shrink and get smaller as you received from them, and how they get larger as you approach. That is all written into the language of projective geometry, and you can calculate. Many things using it. I don't know all the details. I tried to do it as a living geometry of living living mathematics, if you will.

So when you're looking out into space into the world in which we find ourselves at some point you will reach the end something infinitely far away infinitely small, and then you find it loops back behind yourself, if, if you go in a straight line, assuming that the, the, the re shooting from your eyes continue in a straight line on DVD by anything.

Then you would come to infinity and wrap around and shoot right back through your skull back of your skull and rearrange and read realign in the eye without initial right now it's a question of how long this takes if this is all happening instantaneously, or the speed of light or some greater or lesser speed it's unknown, as well as the fact that these rays of razor site shooting out from our eyes may or may not be banned or deviated as they progress from our organism.




Now what I'd like to suggest here is that the world in which we see is really a projection from our own minds. Actually we're looking into the projection apparatus to the back of our skull when we look out into space and specific point in our, in our minds and our brains where this alters is the pineal gland, that's the center of our mindset of gravity of our mind, and it's where all these things align and are distributed throughout our bodily frame and and our bodies the sense of touching site proprioception I guess is what the technical term is, is, is also embedded in this geometrical environment of forces and structures that are just, kind of, kind of the ambient space and that we can't get away from from here.


 And that's how the average, and pretty much every human being perceived perceived reality. And what we get out of this is the fact that we're really at the center of a wheel of the wheel of the zodiac and the wheel of space turning around us as we move through space, as we move through time. We just get to these places where more or less meaning and, you know, it's just kind of a thing.

..I don't know why so hard for me to talk but I guess I don't, I feel nervous about things I want to talk about because there are deep things. And then, I don't know if people understand them or if I even understand that myself and I get worried about that. So, I don't.

I guess I'll start about talking about, like, what, where are we, what are we, what do we see what do we feel what it what is it what is it what is this thing that's in front of us, our bodies, our minds our hearts our souls, this, this thing.



It all started when we were conceived or born at least so it seems.

And then you've got a wonder

Whatever happened to us. When we died. Whatever happened before were born.

And then, you think Wait a minute, I only exist in this life I only live my reality is contained between these two points or So as we've seen my birth and my death. Now, what does that mean, I guess, I guess, I guess something already happened.


I was already born I already died and you know what, I think I made up my mind but I choose life. I'm not gonna die again unless I'm reborn again into another body and into swipe again into a world again hopefully a better one and I got to do what I can to make it better right now in this world that I live in.

With all these people and all these things. What does it mean to be alive, what is the responsibility of being alive. What do our actions determine, so little things solo change, can lead to such a big rubber cushion. Like the butterfly flapping its wings in a hurricane spring.

I don't really know, but I wish I knew that sometimes I feel like I can feel. I can feel the decisions I make have brand or brand or arena then one, I'm immediately involved in. I, I can feel the weight of decisions. Simple things such as moving my finger or such as moving my arm or leg, turning my head, making a sign making a gesture. All these things have meaning, or they can have meaning can be known, even if it is too subtle to usually be understood or felt or seen or heard.

I guess that brings me to another point where we are legion we're not just an individual we are made up of all the people who've influenced us in our lives. Just had to wait there for a minute, let some people out, I guess. I don't know if I should have let them out, or not but I did and now what's, what's going to happen to those people have now that they've been let out maybe earlier than they would have had I not been there. I don't know.

But you know, sometimes I'll make up my mind to do something. Or, I must not have made up my mind or one of the cells in myself has made a decision to do or to not do something. But there must be other cells there as well, who will overcome or overpower that one decision made by the executive at the time.



That leads us to question of what is the executive nature of the will, in our minds who do something or not do something. Do we do, we have a single individual who sits on that throne a single personality, or your continual battle for that throne. As the king is often upset and listens to for counsel. I don't know, but it would seem that we are more than one personality each and every one of us, whether we know it or not, whether it comes out or not. degree to which we are one person or another at any given time comes down to the fact of who we lend our ear to which of ourselves who we lend our ear to, and making our decisions and governing our actions, our movements our thoughts or emotions.


All these things change when you change your perspective when you change your brain. When you change what you believe in. What belief is very important. Belief structures the world reality is structured by belief. If you don't believe in something, or you can't conceive of it. You won't see it it's not there. The ships on the sea were not seen by the natives in the South American Mesoamerican people's when Conquistadores came to the new world. They cannot see the ships on the sea.

And I thought, a horse of the main writing it was a single feature is not tell. There were two separate things there.

"It's finally beginning! 

You'd better get ready! 

A world where only true pirates can survive is drawing near! 

Those of you who are powerless - run for your lives! 

Soon, the tide of the times will wash over all and a new era of champions will be upon us!"

- from the anime One Piece

Shades (thus named because he wears shades to protect û from his gaze) say, listen to me.


Don't let anyone tell ū that ú can't, that you're not able to..


.. I started this group to publish the Great Secrets of this, Our Esoteric Tradition for free. So no one could say I can't make it no way..listen to me..


... no one can stop ù from achieving any thing..



..it is so, if ü want it to bb..

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..& thus ends our second (this one a Uranian) trilogy,


thanks for reading; it's all for ewe, our astral progeny..

Up, Uranus!!

for the magician, time & energy are the real currency

 

what if becumming a mutant from the future were a choice..? would you sign up? it wouldn't be easy, mind ewe. you might even have the weight of the past bearing against u. 

OK, b(LL)oomer?

well, cum to the gnostic world view

...the Earth spirits are taking a stand for Her nature & cutting out many power structures that aren't serving Her higher good, in the masculine...but she's also at war with Herself, for she has to remain soft to an extent to catch all those who fall...& she will be fertilized by the ashes of the dead, but she will mourn heavily for each fallen piece...though she feeds on Death, Life is her Love

The Old Order ended on January 1st, 2020. What we are witnessing now, as you sit here reading this, is the birth pangs of the new. And you have a front seat to watch it, TOO ;

Here, there, where the light of our soul rays forth out the eyes spreading, branching in two streams forward fast into infinite space; disappearing there before these, our eyes, the w(h)orld and ITs light. There are two vanishing points in our normal vision, one for either of the ocular apparati, and the visual rays form a base space like this.

The geometry of the senses is most easily, perhaps only, approachable through that of sight - but we can conjoin the others in a synaesthetic appreciation of the environing energies, fitted, shaped, into a form appropriate for cognition what must be another variety of human sense.





The conscious receiver is an assemblage point of the various inputs coming through the body, and we must treat it as such in order to have a unified understanding of our position in this realm of possibility made real and actual. The visual field, although formed of two holes into which the light may flux and efflux, giving depth, can be unified in a third - and we have a circular field of shade and color in various shapes, centered and held together.




Taking then our body, we must discard the learned notion that our sense of skin extends in three dimensional space as a surface, and feel it as also centered in a point. Hearing, instead of having a localized center, extends into the abyss of space as a string is taut on an instrument - it's center at infinity. These three senses, we can see, are each at right angles to the others: eyes and sight circular ahead, a vertical body in lineament sourcing the heights and depths, and the ears on either side of the head forming a furthest away plane, two sides yet united.




If we can take all the feelings and assign them as points in a space of five dimensions, one for each sense, we can see that our state of being at any instant can wholly be described as one of these points in the space of possible human being(s).





An instrument where,
Spirit plays and sulfur,
Stays; till, until the end
Of days - many a one have sought
The sun, that few have dared attain.

Don't forget

They can't win

Unless we let them

Shelter

Just a breeze in the current…

Always synching the belt.

A symbol of illusion, stripped of mercy,

relentlessly clawing at your wrist.

To deny the rebirth of self,

shrapnel on the field -

of ambition’s fall.

If your oath isn’t battle against them, then surely you oppose yourself.

An unrelenting drift.

Forget the demon – the brand of desire.

Omit the savior that leads you into the fire.

Turn the lock from inside.

I can win angst – you – I – against.

Eroded mask once mine(d).

The tower implores into the alter of self,

The cult of I - is all….

…the same stars of which they speak lead us to realms and lands so glorious….

Bequeathed to any…

..and all - to become cinder under our hand.

You curse their name,

because you are the same.

Heroes must always be forgotten,

 lost along the way.

If you are on the wave,

then you’re bound not to s(t)ay…..

Hero is the place you stood up to yourself.

Kick the starter switch,

awaken in the ditch.

Ain’t being a bitch?

A repetitious redundancy,

-           relentless calamity.

Caged in self.

Reluctant reanimation,

void of destination.

Stale on the shelf.

What do you expect from the savior bound to your tongue,

under  watch (and) of your gun?

Rainbows defiled.

Anxiety gone wild,

my only child..

If I’m still a pothole on this pilgrimage,

then bury me in the lie I’ve been sold.

Our cards, under the stars will unfold,

an organism of inconsistencies,

boldly blind.

Ain’t never been told,

a method without a fold.

On the stone of memory’s grace,

shines the caption

“Here Lies, the Searching Beguiled.”

Don’t ask me about intention, don’t look for relief.

I can promise nothing else,

beyond the fall.

When the walls cum down on your back,

and the screams drown beneath the stack……

Atoms split.

Animals spit.

Ego will hit,

on the tit,

below the belt.

But in the end,

no matter the game,

It’s your pelt.,

all the same…

Don’t forget to check your polarities at the door

We be flippin stuff

& is it me, or is it getting colder? not outside, we gnow that's getting hot but like inside,

if you're looking for a friend to be there, or a lover to hold at the end of the world

shades (thusly named because he was shady af, but only from a certain boomer perspective) was lucky enough to live in interesting times, as the old Chinese curse went.


In the last daze of the old order, he was a member in good standing of the we were never (w)here order, and thus committed to birthing a new world order, a new aeon, an age of Aquarius if you will, but one aimed at helping people to grow rather than indenturing & enslaving them..

have you considered the possibility that it's frying pans & fires @LL the way down..? Or up for that matter..cuz may be u should

(from) uranus, choronzon

what if the devil thinks he's God

Crucified on the cross of space and time, we find ourselves defined by the magic lines that ray in on our point of birth: a set of circumstances - personalities and objects. An arena for action with attendant reactions, things that have been forgotten or that were never known. We are questions being answered, and the more and greater questions we pose, the greater the solicited response.

We have been told stories divested of their original meanings, and stories whose meanings have yet to work themselves out in our (collective) lives. We take in stories and attempt to make them our own; each a hero (anti-hero) or villain in any particular tale. Personalities that are larger than life live large in our minds and hearts, grafting pieces of themselves into our psyches. We try to fit the world into the stories we’ve grown up with - try to fit ourselves into the story, and some stories are intellectual poisons and worms.

The need for human meaning in our lives is only answered by living in a story and having a purpose greater than oneself, a community, a goal, and something to struggle and strive for. But these lived stories fall back and are replaced by second-hand passive viewings of actors on screens. Entertainment or entrainment, the addiction to stories is real and supplants the fear of living with a vicarious life lived scripted.

Still, there are those who are truly actors and who build the world(s) that others live in and uphold. There IS a real story and conversation taking place that has defined, and is defining, reality for the untold billions, content to fall into rote existence.

These actors who set the conversation of the masses, in order to get to those positions, must be able to passably fit into a leading role, if only facetiously, in the lives in the collective mind of a people. Either an existing story, or must be able to begin a new one, and history repeats and rhymes because the same stories are retold for generations.

These stories require protagonists and antagonists - tales that elicit emotion and emotive action and the grand displays of heroes. Any good story requires a conflict to develop the lines, and coupled with the intense need of humans for stories, ideally to be lived, is why peace always seems so distant. For most, peace is boring: us vs them is infinitely more fun it would seem.

& After 22 cums 33..hee

vanguard  psychonautik shamanik unit 22, search & rescue (or how i earned my 33 degree)

& now begins our performance of the gnostic m(y)ass

wtf is a (d)evilution anywho?





As per Kenneth Grant, the "sephira that is not", Da'ath, corresponds to the planet Uranus.

& to day we see every where signs of dis content with an old order that everybody gnows has failed every last one of its adherents. Yes, even the haves.



ever noticed that the only difference between an inmate & a head of state is the quality of the food? both are enslaved, maybe even by one an other.


..but where can we go from hear? what is to be done..how can we over come such challenges?

- Why don't you polish it up a bit..?
- Polished shit is still just shit

...

I'm very wary of this attempt to make the occult into a new age, like, happy happy thing..not when there is very little evidence to suggest that the highest initiations in the ancient mysteries weren't actual life or death challenges..it's almost an insult to those great initiates of yesterday, and indeed today, to say that if you break a  nail during an initiation then it's being done wrong..

 

Occultism with teeth, mofo. Not like that stale ass, weak ass shizz

I've died so many times I've lost count

& you, u think to fight monsters without becoming one? a foolish thought. 

So I met some f'ed up Masons like those guys in doctor sleep in Van & I like was waging an energy battle with them.. Needless to say they one..pretty sure they were in cahoots with the courts two cuz i'm still re:covering from @LL that jazz.

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your "freedom" is a lie; you just want an excuse to waste time

..it took her awhile to real eyez what those people who died on the TV screen really were..

(w)odin

Listen through the crest of roaring ego.

Become blind

to the lies of tomorrow beaten through me.

Inflicted by the acceptance of oblivion.

Swallowed by the bog of guilt.

Beckoned by the sirens of shame.

Pickled beneath the skin.

My only wings are the whisperings of wyverns…

“Don’t be afraid of the consciousness whi(t)ch you were told will guzzle the soul alive.”

The light is never still.

Devotion to singular pleasures (patterns),

(mis)guides to shores where

the placebo swings

the strings

to stop.

The snake swallows a demon,

then plucked by a hawk,

who kneels to the robed ram.

Who in turn abates

to mist….

……from the myths

impressed by the dragon of desire.

If you hear me, then fear me.

For I bubble from the well of same.

I actually really like a woman who can take charge..& it's not a sexist or even a reverse sexist thing, nor yet a weak male riding the coat tails of a stronger woman thing..but more a this is how a woman was @LL ways meant two 🐝 ..hence, the "solar woman"..I think Crowley also dreamed (of(?)) her..may be he was disappointed that back then, there were so few..(?)

so you're counterculture cuz u liked Anti-Flag? cum on now, your (w)hole page is an ad

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