fractal, kaleidoscopic, boundless (astral toast)

 

 

 

 

The fox has many tricks. 

 

 

The hedgehog has but one. 

 

 

 

 

 

But that is the best of all. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- Desiderius Erasmus (paraphrasing Greek poet Archilochus)

 

 

 

 

 

..I gazed across that black mirror into the other world & I gnew I could just leave you there, in purgatory for who gnows how long..

 

 

 

 

..but I also gnew I could never live with myself if I did..

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

Conformity is ingress of the dreadful

 

 

 

 

 

Until….

 

 

interpretationsssss are so sssaturated, 

 

 

redundancy turns to comfort
 

 

 

 

 

Atman splayed across the tomb of independent thought 

 

 

 

The monochrome monocle of enfeeblement 

 

 

 

mechanical into the end
 

 

 

 

 

Ego fodder to grow fatter, 

 

 

 

and farther away from the song you want to sing

 

 

 

The harbinger of rapture, righteousness, and lithium

 

 

 

 

A crippling con juring of con ceptual crime





 

And if you can’t have me, then I will have my end

 

 

An addict suited up just fine for any fall

 

 

 

Storms to chase, seas to swim 

 

 

 

 

One would hope that at least on the other side of the valley there’s an ear, 

 

 

or even better, a heart

 

 

 

When that note rings in wu wei, 

 

 

the eye on the mind, 

 

 

 

 

bitter in the hand

 

 

 

 

The lasso lets loose, 

 

 

 

 

 

and so does the wind
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

..a dream within a dream, shaped like a machine ..

 

 

..when I was very young, I decided I wanted to live a magickal life.. no ordinary life would do for me, no..

 

 

 

..fortunately I didn't gnow then what I gnow now, in particular what such a decision would cost & entail, or I probably would have hesitated at least a little bit..

 

 

 

 

 

..even so, I still maintain it's better to reach for the stars, even if you end up on your ass..

 

 

 

 

 

 ..fourtrass..

 

 

 

 

 

 

..usually, we tend to be swept up by the flow of time..this is especially true when we are in a crowd of people..hence an experiential reading of Kierkegaard's "the crowd is the untruth"..but with practice & by saving & accumulating energy, we can learn to manipulate this flow, to slow it down or speed it up at will..

castaneda calls this "stopping the world"

..by practicing thus, we can eventually learn to shift the flow of time..

 ..& by practicing such techniques over extended periods, one naturally con nects to the rhythms of the future, & so isn't just able to "foresee" the future, at least for themselves, but also to stand facing it, well prepared for what may come..

 

 

.. indeed, by con serving energy & discarding all that is superfluous, we eventually learn to follow the trace of energies, & even see the difference between our energy and that of other people, places, spirits..

 .. someone who experiences reality in this way has truly become a magician, gaining access to a world that is fractal, kaleidoscopic, boundless..& often overwhelming..a vast terrain for exploration, ever offering new experiences, sensations..as well as openings into ever new worlds, each of them just as engrossing..

.. there's no apocalypse like an ironic zombie apocalypse ..

..neither hard nor soft, but flowting..

..the summer solstice is when the whole energetic system, the macro system shifts from longer to shorter daze..

 

 

..so all those micro adjustments I'd made to that system need to be redone for the new system..this is also true for other nexus points in the year, such as the vernal equinox, winter solstice, etc...

 

 

.. things most ppl don't notice & if they do prob attribute to some arbitrary thing that in point of fact has nothing to do with what's actually causing it..
 

 

 

 

.but also an opportunity to grow & evolve & adopt new better ways etc etc..that is of course assuming one has saved enough energy to benefit from them
 

 

 

 

 

.. because if they haven't they'd prob just end up going around in circles...which is fine, if one happens to be into that sort of thing..

 

 

..me, I get bored easily..

 

 

 

 

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

 ..as for mercury going direct following a retrograde, my own experience of it is very clear actually.. as mercury goes direct, I have an inner sense that "it's getting easier to see the way".. 

 

 

..maybe because my path is more or less focused on working with spirits, when I can't hear them, I certainly miss them..

 

 

 

.. which isn't to say that there aren't "uses" for mercury in retrograde..if nothing else, it def keeps one on one's toes; keeps one sharp..

 

 

 

..but there's also a sense of experimentation & play that one can certainly learn to appreciate..

LL is a machine for facilitating the Great Work .. incidentally, we're very welcoming of aliens here.... indeed, it is our honour to be something of an esoteric Embassy ..in fact, it might even be the case that there are other aliens in our midst, even as we speak..

 

 

 

 

Shades (thus named because even his PJ's & undies came in shades..of black) awoke he did not gnow where the foke..as Castaneda might say he'd danced with the Ally, & the latter had landed him in a new reality, one that in no recognizable wise resembled the last.. although there were similaritease..

 

 [to be con tinued]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. I'm you in the future..

 

 

 

..altho tbh I dunno who's who in the future..

 

 

 

 

 

 ..I don't even know if there *is* a "who" in the future..

 

 

 

 

 

 

innocence; in a sense

 

 

 

 

 ..this is going to be a valuable lesson..

 

 

 

 

 

...just not the lesson you think it'll be..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 ..@LL power to the people..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Why wait around for a teacher?
 

Pick up a staff and knock the sense out of yourself, 

 

so you can enter eternity"

 

 

 

- Wei Wu Wei

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

..i’ve been to the land of the unreal and the price is eternal nightmares. .

 

..careful what you wish for and that jazz ..

 

 

..‘cause you might get it..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 "the first & most oppressive lie ever uttered was the song of freedom.."

 

- from Loki

..shades (thus named because he was the long 'fore unseen black sheep who, it was claimed, would bring ballast to the hoarse) sat in con templation, meditation, Deva station. 

.."free my people", he thought..a spark lighting up in the dark.."free my people!" ..like a whisper..thus did the revilution st/art..

..what about the rainbow children? ..the aliens? ..the magicians..the misfits; those who don't fit by definition..the only ones who could in good faith be called innocent, innocence...the future of the race..those wretched who would inherit this charred earth..

 

 

 

.."Free My People!!"..a voice crying in the wilderness, but then, that's how many a wildfire had begun..

..for surely, there ought to be a voice to speak for those who had none..yea, even for those whose lives had not yet be gun.. "FREE MY PEOPLE!!"

..in a thyme that would become notable in the his story books for no other standout feature except its recognition as one notorious for including the excluded, yea, even now, the elevens of the world were left out in the cold..not gnowing that they were far from alone..

"FREE 

MY 

PEOPLE!!!"

 

 

 

 

 

shades roared, with the strength of a Mars in Leo amplifying the Call, or Key..

..free. .

 

 

 

.. my people..

 

 

 

 

..will @LLways b..

 .. I'm even more curious now that I gnow whatever it is might be affecting you as well..

I signed up for this, but you're an innocent; 

in a sense..

..there is an invisible esoteric thread that interconnects the story of Cain and Abel, you & me & the devil makes three, & the idea of an excluded middle. You see, the human realm is not isolate & bounded, but rather is it porous, with various openings, passageways & transdimensional byways inter con necting it with the spirit world..

 

..sometimes, things slip in from the spiritual world, without our even noticing it at first.. 

 

 

..so it pays to pay..at tention..

..if one does, one might notice these spirits coming and going between our world & theirs, possessing whom they will & can, etc etc..

 ..I tend to think of magick as the future of science, in a sense similar to how some ppl theorise that aliens are our own future selves sending our..selves hints & tips transdimensionally..

 

 

..in a parallel trajectory, science will have to change so it's unrecognisable from its current form to begin to approach the magickal perspective on the nature of reality, imho an evolution which is also necessary to account for all the in con sistencies in traditionally accepted theories & which have increased daily.

 

 

 

 

 

yeah, i’m just longing for the lost word.. my take on it is the ability to create reality through speech. hitch into the whole vibration and cut material forms out of the vowels with consonants-

 

… or some such..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1.
 

 

Intangible hymns. Insatiable script.
 

 

Always a plot afoot when you’re bound for glory.
 

Quantum entanglements.
 

 

Looking with eyes. Tasting with tongue.
 

 

What a chore.
 

 

 

Pillaging for meaning to scratch into margins.

 

Saturn swings an angle,
 

but my mind is still in a sling.
 

 

Stasis of determination, of what IDK..
 

Concussions binging on butterflies.
 

 

Bound by ring, cured in implore.
 

Cartography by shipwreck, a lifetime you can’t deny.

 

 

Sometimes all it takes is a silver sliver of sun.
 

 

And we can teleport into anyone.

 

 

 

 

2.
 

 

Don’t shed your reflection
 

For a reflexxxxxx a heart in stone
 

(or shadows) of words of (thundering) ttommorroww
 

Ever gunna happen? Again?
 

Split the Eve ...( r) said Atom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE SKELETON’S MIRROR

 

 

 

(con) textual reference: https://youtu.be/ifSyQRHBL0o

 

 

 

 

Come take a look, if you dare, into the skeletons mirror.  What will your photons of light deliver? Rebounding from the glass of your subconscious mind, reflecting into the eyes of  your unspoken spirit, what will your unbiased heart allow you to see?

 

 

 

THE SORCERER WITHIN
   

 

The Dancers in the mirror are moving to the rhythm of Skeleton’s desires.   They are jovial in the song of true will, stepping in time to the melody of self determined destiny.  In the shadows a suicide of self of old, occurs, releasing the passions of the heart, who by the chains of old self had been caged. 

 

Tho death is not grieved by the dancers, who frolic in the fruition of freedom.
 

 

In the mirror the skeleton has seen his initiation begin.  Believe, Skeleton, Believe.
 
 

 

 

 

THE ENEMY WITHIN
 

 

The goal has been visualized.  Skeleton has seen the path of his true will and the dancers are in synchronistic force with his sorcery.  The old self has been sent to grave.  But the initiation is not yet complete.  

 

Skeleton sees the dancers, but he cannot bring them out of the mirror, nor can he find a way inside to join them.  Doubt paves a path for fear.  Fear brings Skeleton to the brink of madness.  Skeleton draws weapon, he is afraid.  

 

Attack, Skeleton, Attack.  

 

 

 

 

THE WATCHER WITHIN
 

 

Seen through the subjective contemplations of self, the mirror reflects what is and what is not always what it seems.  What is and what is not melt into things unknown.   The watcher within Skeleton sees all. He is wiser than mind of old, braver than fear and stronger than self destruction.  He is electricity that blinks in lights, he is the photosynthesis that buds the rose, he is life that rises from decay of  death.  

 

Dancers may be shot down, but as long as he is watching they cannot be killed. The mirror resets.  The watcher murders and  returns to his Seat, to watch and to know.  Skeleton is dead. He has been initiated..

 

  

 

The slate is clean.  

 

 

A new creation begins.    
 

 

 

 

Look in thy mirror. 

 

 

Lift thy wand.  

 

 

 

And Dance, Skeleton, Dance..

I think mundane ppl focus on the goal, whereas the gnostics you might say focus on bettering themselves.. 

 

 

surely, that's the true success in life..

I think society is what is wrong with society.  unpopular opinion round three.
 

 

 

It's very popular to judge the poor for their addictions, lack of employment, homelessness and poverty.  If only they could keep it together like we can.  Then they could be productive parts of the working class consumerist society that we all hate and see as enslavement.  Wouldn’t it be good if they could just be like us in a place even we don’t want to be?
 

 

It is even more popular to blame the elite.  They are so greedy.  They have all the money.  They are destroying the earth. They are deceiving us.  They are controlling us and it’s ALL THEIR FAULT.  

 

 

 

They’re like the villains on Saturday morning cartoons. The government, the masons, the CIA and Satan, all sitting in a room with their pinkies on their chins.  “Mwaaaaahaaaaahaaa! We are filling the world with eeeeewweevil” then they all high five and stab a puppy and beat a baby.
 

 

So, if the system is so evil and you don’t want the rich to have all the money, don’t work the jobs, stop Turing the gears of the machines, stop buying what they sell and guess what? They have nothing. 

 

 

No! We can’t ! We need Job security.  We need convenience. We need gas pumps and drive thrus and light switches.  
Oh so, you mean you’re actually the ones polluting the planet,  depleting all earths resources and keeping th  evil rich paid.
 

 

 

 

DEMAND CONTROLS SUPPLY
 

 

stop demanding so damn much
a few bankers and cooperate too hats cannot consume the world  to death on their own.  The public can tho! Nomnomnom

 

No! It’s not our fault.   They control our minds through the media.  We can’t help it.  They’re programming us!
So turn off the TV. Don’t read the headlines.
 

 

 

 

RATINGS CONTROL THE MEDIA
 

 

You’re seeing exactly what you want to see..

..the German philosopher GWF Hegel thought of history as following a pendulum pattern; it's harder to describe than it is to see in the world around us I think, because it's kind of intuitive, even in one's own experience & how I make my decisions on a daily basis..

Maybe the globalization thing has been played out, say, & we're now entering an era of more strict border controls ..? 🤔..may be .. we'll have to wait & see..

..in the US this is even easier to demonstrate; you guys make it so easy with your two party system 😅😏.. everyone knows what comes after a Bush, just as well as they know the only thing that could possibly follow an Obama .. 😂🧐

.. I could say the scientistic (in contrast to the scientific, this is the belief that hard, objective science is the ultimate & absolute truth) era in history might be coming to a close for the mo, & we might move in the opposite direction, to maybe a more magickal point of view, but how this will actually play out clearly remains open, I think..

..in any case, I'm not the only one here with skin in that game.. heheh..I am invested, so it could just be wishful thinking..🤓..again, we'll have to wait & see.. 

Dr George Carey believed the bible was a manual to the biochemical machine that is our earthly bodies. 

 

 

Example: easter is an expression of the corpuscles of the body that readily sacrifice themselves i.e. the moon cycle which shows as a woman’s menstruation and also happens energetically within a man. It takes 3 days to rebuild (“resurrect”) these corpuscles where they come out of the tomb and once again rise into the light of consciousness.

 

 

To Carey’s interpretation, we experience “easter” every month and usually with our natal new moon cycle aka lunar return.  3 days being the effects of all lunar highlights.. day before, day of and day after.

 

During the natal lunar return we experience a drop in energy where it is renewing itself for the following lunar month.

..survival isn't selling out.. 

 

 

..turning one's back on the gnosis of themselves to play a hollow social game, however, clearly is..

..spider imagery is an important idea for Bertiaux, who uses it to speak metaphorically of the magickal links we forge with objects, ideas etc with our consciousness & which (hopefully) empower us & which we in turn empower..

.. one of my research interests is in finding traces of gnosis in the most unlikely of places, so pop culture, movies, anime..the which of course if true would demon strate that the Tao underlies everything..

..so basically a con temporary & inclusive, ecumenical version of those hasidic Jews searching the Torah rabidly for kabbalistic symbols.. & prob finding more than even they expected therein..

- I dunno tho.. maybe I'm just being stubborn here, but isn't that how we got here to begin with? ..by determining that we were f'ed ..? ..that to live the way the crowd live isn't worth the effort..

 

 

- Lost cause.. knows it... like constantine, gonna keep doing the right thing anyway with a side eye at earning redemption but no dependent expectation to

- Redemption's for whimps anywho isn't it..

eye sigh, & am heard to say, "the gods giveth, & they taketh a wu-wei"

 

 

 

Till Death do us Art (or, 'the clowns will outlive us')

 

necromantic, unrepentant; on the con trary, I'm proud of it...

 

 

 

..so I practice a supposedly "dark" magic but all those megalithic corporations don't..? 

 

 

 

 

Must be a nice delusion to think so..

 

 

 

 

..but nothing to do with the truth, I'm sorry to say.. 

.. & anyway, that's really how people should live..without guilt

 

 

 

 

 

..& if that's something they're feeling, they should check themselves, their environment & their upbringing for possible causes & work on them thoroughly..

I don’t have any guilt - I have gilt.

Incensed,
 

barking nomads,
 

 

poisoned by the light.
 

 

 

 

Ain’t had no salvation like this before.
 

 

Wired to regret.
 

 

 

Plastic wrapped.
 

 

 

 

And (yet) you speak to me.

 

 

 

 

Lascivious.

 

Valorous.
 

 

 

Mendacious. Spawning. out of tone.

 

 

 

Your sigils scream to me.
 

 

 

 

Membrane tuxedo….(in) a thunderous pulse of abstraction. 

 

 

 

An inconceivable infinite bliss of striking at windmills.

 

 

Blood on the moon.
 

 

 

 

Our southern gal.
 

 

 

Will never forget the harm that you do.

 

 

 

 

The strobes seek the serotonin right(s) where It begs for hurt. 

 

 

 

 

 a ritual of you.
 

 

 

 

 

Right between the inerts.
 

 

 

 

Right.

 

 

Right.
 

 

March.
 

 

 

Left.
 

 

 

 

 

Blight.

Power comes & goes, & the further along on the Way one gets, the more of it comes & goes; but discipline persists..

The Haitian tonton macoutes ((a Haitian Creole phrase meaning 'bogeymen') were, unfortunately, associated with vudu..as, of course, is everyone in Haiti.. pretty sure they consciously adopted a very very dark, violent strain of it tho..stuff even the vudu secret societies wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole..those strains effectively sell their souls, feeding their patron spirits pain energy in exchange for worldly success & wealth..a similar practice to some fringe cartel spiritists in Mexico, I'd con jecture..🧐 

 

The problem with such practices is that they are inherently self-destructive. One can see this play out historically, sure enough, but we could also reason it out logically..to benefit literally at the expense of others is flawed thinking & shoddy practice, & such practitioners can be said to simply take these ideas & methods to a certain extreme. A branch cannot thrive at the expense of the tree..

 

 

..indeed, everywhere & all around us today we see clear evidence that this is the case..

...

"..the crowd is the untruth.."

-  Søren Kierkegaard 

"...being social is the gates of hell because one often loses their sense of integrity getting cozy with the crowd"

- 22

Shades (thus named because he had decades ago dedicated his life to providing spots of shade where the seedlings & sproutings of a new aeon might grow & develop in the harsh glare of an old world order burning down) surveyed the scene with grim satisfaction..

 

 

..in a brief respite in the battle for nothing less than the future of the planet, of the very soul of the world, he took pause to think back to where this had all started, at least for him, & how it had evolved from there..

..when I was 16 I decided I'd be a writer cuz it was something I tend to be good at without really trying; guess that's what ppl call talent..so I studied philosophy, got into the occult & eventually was able to obtain a charter to organize an occult lodge..

 

..if only I knew then how much I'd change & evolve with all the challenges & initiations, as the world changed & evolved, to even make this shift into a whole new long-term paradigm possible..a shift that that is even now already in progress..

..& do you have the wisdom, courage, will & discipline necessary to join us to build together the foundations of a brand new aeon? 

..well then.. 'till death, do us art!

 Co-inside-ends: aphorisms on free will vs. predestination

other people’s accounts be to the dogs. as far as i am concerned i appear myself to myself to have free will - and isn’t that to the point that will is more or less constrained, and at least by desire. 

 

 

 

to discount free will is to give into a useless fatalism. 

 

 

can you direct your belief to ignore any self styled experts and instead focus on the experience of your own self? 

 

any lack of free will seems to me to be external coercion- i can walk into a wall if i want to, but i prefer to eat bacon. 

 

 

clap the talk, but i was just saying, supposing you have some modicum of will, to try making choices or endowing your actions with “non-sensical” or metaphorical / analogical meanings and see what happens. 

 

 

 

do it repeatedly and over time. in my experience it has seemed to really increase the synchronicity factor. 

 

 

remember: it’s all coincidence (co-inside-ents) - pronunciation matters.. 

 

 

 

 

 

..i guess i’m saying, "don’t do things haphazardly and see what happens"..

the whirling world of words

We already live in a virtual world; don’t fall for a digitalization.

 

If you want to know everything, you must assume you (g/k)now nothing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

..what falls shall rise again..

 

neck romantik (& reap intent)

 

 

 

 

 Y'all are playing the game simulation; I'm playing THE GAME. 

 

 

 

We are not the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 ..here we are, 

trying to piece together the remnants of a shattered dream..

 

 

 

 

 

success is also a death; it is the death of that within you which resists success

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. treating people better than they deserve could actually harm them, is the esoteric interpretation, because it pushes the weight of their behaviour back on them..so one needs to be very careful & surgically subtle in applying that particular technique..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here we are, trying to piece together the remnants of this shattered dream. But it doesn't seem much like a dream, does it? Does it even seem like a story worth exploring?

 

 

We live in this body of death, the material logic of a skeleton foreboding our every possibility. The world is static, and we move - yet the more asleep we are, the more lifeless the (waking) world seems. Are you afraid to die in your sleep, in a dream? Is a fear of death really a fear of life, a fear to live by the mark of your heart?

 

 

As the days and years count by, how can we say that there is no inner logic to the flux of time, that it progresses uniformly and  smoothly, and not in fits and starts. Like the clearly false notion of space being isotropic, how can time be said to exist without attendant qualities. 

 

 

 

Here on earth every direction has an obviously different character and not just the vertical axis - in every direction we are met with different states of space in the form of objects. 

 

 

 

A path through a forest is a qualitatively different space than a highway through the desert. And, just as our space is not homogeneous all throughout our own lives give ample and overwhelming evidence of the fact that there is a qualitative time. 

 

 

 

The seasons of the year and of our lives are not colorless points on a line smoothly progressing forward into the future, they are beats to the song, the symphonic structure of reality where every moment cannot be reduced to a lone number or a  date but must be considered in its relation to the whole of the eternal progression. 

well you've got many talents; 

I've only got one .. but no one else has it.. 

 

 

 

 

..you must've upset the hierarchy somehow..& now you owe them..

..if the solution is worse than the problem, then the problem is the solution..

analogical hologram: a definition

the correspondence between phenomena based off shared qualities : like the lion and the sun based on their color, with the mane like a bundle of rays streaming forth, and the native habitats being ones of heat. but further that these analogies can be used to engineer phenomena themselves, with each containing some quality of the rest so that there is a link with the greater reality which one seeks to affect..

 

 

(see also the physiognomic relationship of animal likeness in a human form and the corresponding temperament being similar to that of the animal represented)

 

 

 

 

..I really like that idea, that organisms are by-products (maybe even excreta..? 😅..talk about talking out of your ass 🤔) of energies.. compares/con trast/ jibes/integrates real well with a parallel thesis I like a lot, namely that the ego is just a trick of the light & that con sciousness in itself is what's "really real"..in fact maybe they're ways of saying the same thing on different planes..🧐

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Breaking down – under – cover f - - ir – e

 

 

Darwinism  …run! Rampant.
 

 

All skulls are pressed. From the same light as the carbon.
 

 

TheRealities of the cycle-clidick (click) come screaming 

 

 

SCREAMING
 

 

Down
 

 

 

D o w  n  - down.
 

 

 

 

It stings, when they sing, to you...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's hard to keep the childhood spirit in the face of the adult world.. that's what Crowley meant when he said, 'these are dead, these fellows; they feel not'.. we're walking through a world where many are corpses walking, having lost any attunement to their own he/arts..

When it’s the Stones on the radio you better crank it up!
 

Because they won’t always be here for you.
 

 

But the trails and tribal(-) libations, 

 

oh brother, they are relentless.
 

 

 

And the only way we’ll be getting there baby, is through.

 

 

And this court holds no favor for you.

 

 

So come on now, and sing with me, 

 

because I’ll be here when it’s blue.

 

 

Are you unsettled?

 

 

Well, I’m with you.

 

 

We’re in the weeds.
 

 

 

 

And they have come for you..

King Con (synonymous with ignominy)

 

 

 

"are they a band or a gang" = we're your worst nightmare, & your only escape..from this world of waking dreamers, zombies, living(?) dead..

 

 

 

 

 

What on Urrth are we talking about here? 

 

Inspiration, respiration, expiration, exhalation climbing a spiral spire in the sky, sliding down until we die. 

 

 

Breathe in breathe out - magnetic flowing aerial force, building up mind and body but of course. 

 

Without a doubt when we shout, part of our soul flows out and about. 

 

Song called into being different realities and ways of being beating in the heart, pumping that magnet blood from foot to head. 

 

 

The elements are the psychological experiences of the form of sensual forces out in the "other". 

 

But being an imperfect mirror of the self, fire, water, earth, air are also potencies within the control of the "isolated" ego. 

 

 

Within our body and our control over it, we have, to various degrees, control over all the elements of reality. As above, so below, and all that jazz: micro/macrocosm, etc. - you should know the drill by now. 

 

You gotta feel it to believe it; seeing is so passé. And isn't that all what we mean the truth is in front of you as a feeling, a being, a seeming - a convergence to a point inside your mind's eye of all this sensory mumbo jumbo - and then a calling out from the depth, structure sounds in an acoustic space: you can't close your ears and even the grosser body of feeling senses sound. 

 

A searching spotlight illuminating the dark to whatever degree it can. 

 

 

More light!

 

 

 

 

there isn't enough life to go around (so grab some while you can)

the master isn't afraid to get their hands dirty; it's these flake-arses who worry about getting dirt under their fingernails that worry me, tbh

 (un)fortunately for you, we're the good guys

 

 

 

 

Jai Kali ma, ewe who kill to bring about new & ever better life 

Ye who destroy to create ever more diverse & developed forms 

Nature favours replacement over repair, & who am I to argue with that..

 

 

 

I be lie ve, @LLfather, I've seen your bliss, @LLfather, I be/long to you, @LL father

 

 

 

 

 

..the spirits dance around me, possess me, caress me; [censored] me....

Recriminations of what tired metaphor can I hawk to you?

 

 

When I knock. 

 

On your door. And further implore, 

that my rhymes aren’t still just another bore.

 

 

 

Could I sing of the serpent shedding skin among the fallen cherry blossoms?
 

 

 

A layered rehashing of the Per-sonix calamity us old plagiarizing mixologists 

 

pretend to enhance.
 

 

 

Chipping away, for another day, or two…a true...revelation (17:5) – aren’t we all?

 

 

Got yourself a new ball cap there chap?
 

Shave and a haircut? Hopeful days are here again?
 

 

I don’t mean to shit all over your ball game.. but I guess I do. 

 

 

See we’re an esoteric rag(tag) , and 

 

 

‘round these parts, sport, we don’t take to kindly to blossoms (like you) who can’t 

 

stew in the muck 

 

 

with the snakeskin, and the mirrors.

 

 

And it may impress upon you the stations of our birth, and promise that we will break through..

 Time acting weird.. i suggest: time / timing / rhythm. apropos for equinox issue?

& who among those writing today can expect to be read even a hundred years from now..? Maybe we should take that to heart, roll with it.. so many others seem to be doing just that & enjoying it; getting off on it, even..🤔 

..the initiates, the masters are of varying views on this, but most admit that con quering death is a real possibility.. having said that tho, some say there's no point to con quering death cuz you just end up stuck in rebirth upon rebirth, the Buddha equivalent of reality for us I guess 😂🤔.

 

.others say the cost of conquering death is too high, like you need to be prepared to sacrifice even your nearest & dearest, either actively or passively (which makes sense - inevitably you'd outlive them anywho)..

 

.. still others are of the view that if you save enough energy; accumulate enough power even death will be powerless to stop you.. I personally prefer the last of those but for the record I do be lie ve it's possible to overcome death, just as one can overcome anything else I guess..🤔🤨

.. it's been going around, a certain pessimism about the mundane world..& there's certainly more than enough reasons to justify it I think..but it's a mood, & like all moods it cums & goes..if you will 🤨

the hollow..the emptiness the no thing..

...to elaborate on this, Crowley says the master can't "die", even if they try..all I can say about that is, I've tried it more than once &, well..ahem ..

..Castaneda puts it in a somewhat different way, but to more or less the same effect..he says the master to prove to themselves that they're a master jumps off a cliff, the test being that they'll assemble a new world before they fall to their death..so, who here hasn't metaphorically done that..? cuz my guess is everyone has ..

 

"..my butt hurts from all this discussion.."

 

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