Coincidancez!!!

First topic message reminder :

Don’t ask how I came across this, it was a coincidance.

You think you seen UFOs?

Ha.

They showed up in the wrong century. An account from 1561, introduced to modernity by Carl Jung in his UFO book.

"In the morning of April 14, 1561, at daybreak, between 4 and 5 a.m., a dreadful apparition occurred on the sun, and then this was seen in Nuremberg in the city, before the gates and in the country – by many men and women. At first there appeared in the middle of the sun two blood-red semi-circular arcs, just like the moon in its last quarter. And in the sun, above and below and on both sides, the color was blood, there stood a round ball of partly dull, partly black ferrous color. Likewise there stood on both sides and as a torus about the sun such blood-red ones and other balls in large number, about three in a line and four in a square, also some alone. In between these globes there were visible a few blood-red crosses, between which there were blood-red strips, becoming thicker to the rear and in the front malleable like the rods of reed-grass, which were intermingled, among them two big rods, one on the right, the other to the left, and within the small and big rods there were three, also four and more globes. These all started to fight among themselves, so that the globes, which were first in the sun, flew out to the ones standing on both sides, thereafter, the globes standing outside the sun, in the small and large rods, flew into the sun. Besides the globes flew back and forth among themselves and fought vehemently with each other for over an hour. And when the conflict in and again out of the sun was most intense, they became fatigued to such an extent that they all, as said above, fell from the sun down upon the earth 'as if they all burned' and they then wasted away on the earth with immense smoke. After all this there was something like a black spear, very long and thick, sighted; the shaft pointed to the east, the point pointed west. Whatever such signs mean, God alone knows. Although we have seen, shortly one after another, many kinds of signs on the heaven, which are sent to us by the almighty God, to bring us to repentance, we still are, unfortunately, so ungrateful that we despise such high signs and miracles of God. Or we speak of them with ridicule and discard them to the wind, in order that God may send us a frightening punishment on account of our ungratefulness. After all, the God-fearing will by no means discard these signs, but will take it to heart as a warning of their merciful Father in heaven, will mend their lives and faithfully beg God, that He may avert His wrath, including the well-deserved punishment, on us, so that we may temporarily here and perpetually there, live as his children. For it, may God grant us his help, Amen. By Hanns Glaser, letter-painter of Nurnberg."

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/1561_celestial_phenomenon_over_Nuremberg

Interesting to read an account of a pre-technology person.

I’m captivated by this.





Foo fighterz?

I think I’ve turned the flame down with humor and style.

If any is annoyed, that’s theirs.

In all the world, they connected me here, to you.

I let my self go into it.

I am simply a witness of what is and as such an active participant.

The doors of perception have been blown open.

It’s gonna move in ways you’d never guess.

You have to move at the speed of light.

This is where I am training

The dawn has come after the long night.

I remain hopeful that you might bring back something that would shed some light for us, benighted muppets.

There are too many who have been able to use these insights only for individual enlightenment.

They are not easy to share.

No, it’s not easy I find.

Like interpreting a painting, whose desire is to abolish meaning and form and replace them with something strange and disconcerting.

Like staring at patterns in the wall and seeing faces and then they come forward and fade away.

Like walking in a foggy alley at midnight under a full moon.

But one does what one can.

I’m not alone, I have some friends helping me.

I’ll do it.

Jung said that the psyche gains its true meaning in its uniqueness, not in being average, said by a true genius.

Probably insane, but I think he’s more the instructor.

It’s a lonely tight rope.

Only thing it will cost is my sanity if I fall.

Love is sweet and deadly.

You have to find your voice and write your own verse and direct it at the void and somehow...it responds.

This is common ground.

I do not take it for my person only.

There is reality and I know that.

No fear really is real.

It’s an appearance.

Or it surges up like water or fire or both.

We are doing this all wrong being scientific.

Statistics is an insidious murderer of persons.

It takes your suffering and smears it out.

We create the fire being blind wanderers and humble ourselves.

You can only be taken.

I must willingly give my self to the void.

I must risk my grip on life not knowing.

Only not knowing opens the way.

You have to be still I am told and sink into nothing.

I have not let my self truly sink into it.

Black milky warm ink.

We have to climb the mountains and stand on the bottom of the blue oceans.

We are not adults really, we are all children here.

Pretending.

It doesn’t hurt Cerberus knows and loves the smelly goat.

We have picnics on the beach.

One must embrace absurdity by being so.

I desync from the 3D.

No one really believes what they see is for anyone.

We hide our treasure.

Well, that’s probably not the best move to hide.

These forms feel so personal and intimate.

They are intertwined with us.

Things in this corner of the cosmos are bright and joyful.

So bright, you gotta wear shadez.

Really, the new moon is here and I have to say, the house is nice and tidy.

But I make a mess now and then.

These are some of the best dayz I’ve ever lived.

Man, to stow ones shit and relax is wonderful.

Anyway, been reading again.

Flying Saucers : A Modern Myth of... https://www.amazon.com/dp/0691018227?ref=ppx_pop_mob_ap_share

Synchronicity: An Acausal... https://www.amazon.com/dp/0691150508?ref=

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Essays on a Science of Mythology https://www.amazon.com/dp/0691017565?ref=ppx_pop_mob_ap_share

Freedom and the Spirit https://www.amazon.com/dp/1597312606/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_i_8jcADbVWZ4M5N

I just can’t shake Crowley either, keep bumping into himz.

Some fun new opportunities coming up.

And this is all from freedom.

From ease.

I didn’t think I could ever grasp ahold of my emotions.

I let them spool out.

But what we do is in our control.

Indifference is a wonderful tool used sparingly.

I wouldn’t want to live there.

I am also beginning a new phase of exploration with mushrooms.

Been doing a good bit of research so I don’t kill my self.

I’m going to be doing some local NCal mushroom huntz.

What is this life?

It’s a funny-absurd-beautiful life.

I will be using a new technique in my writing I think I have originated, experimenting.

I want to string certain words together to evoke a higher octave, i.e. funny-absurd-beautiful life.

Experiment with life and your image.

Mix it all up, wipe the table, begin again.

You are your creation, but not just your personality.

That’s just a mask, a uniform.

But I am not really seen, I like to blend into it all.

To have nothing to say and nowhere to say it is something.

This is my cocreation here and it’s not filled with spies, conspiracies, UFOs, or insane megalomaniacs, just thiz, simple connected life and this is everything really, this is reality.

GET UP!

I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone

--Rainer Maria Rilke - 1875-1926

I am much too alone in this world,
   yet not alone enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world,
yet not small enough
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.

"The flower is to be seen in its suchness, in its original innocence with
the ''bare hands" of pure consciousness in the immediate moment."

--Thomas Merton

Kilcourse says, "the flower's wakeful presence to the inner self depends on the absence of all other identities..."

Why be the absurd goat?

"to give the world back its language, to rescue us from the tyranny of logical positivism's absurdities..."

"A societal focus upon facticity and technology did not bring the
psychological, moral and spiritual "progress" as had been expected.
Merton recognized this and sought a way to return poetry to its truthtelling capacities as the mother tongue of humanity and the vision quest. It was in the Zen poems that he expressed an alternative to the trivialization of metaphysics through the experience of darkness, emptiness and the void. As a Christian, Merton found that "God Himself, the personal God, is the deepest center of consciousness and unification,"but that God was No-thing, not an object as other objects that exist. God was empty and void of "God," God was dark to the intellect.

Merton came to echo Eckhart's words that "there is something in the soul so closely akin to God that is already one with him and need never be united to him." In the incarnational experience there is no-where to go since one has been found already by whom one seeks. An emblem of this vision is a spiraling circle going nowhere and, thus, everywhere. Dogen, a foundational figure in Zen, said that "if you can't find the truth right where you are, where else do you think you will find it."

The center is a Night Flowering Cactus.

The winter breaks forth into Spring.

"When I open once for all my impeccable bell
No one questions my silence:
The all-knowing bird of night flies out of my mouth"

We need to be careful applying quantum effects at our 3D Hologram resolution.  

The concealed brought into the light...

Awareness (Nuit) is primordial; it is the original state, beginning-less, endless, uncaused, unsupported, without parts, without change. Consciousness (Hadit) is on contact, a reflection against a surface, a state of duality. There can be no consciousness without awareness, but there can be awareness without consciousness, as in deep sleep. Awareness is absolute, consciousness is relative to its content; consciousness is always of something. —Nisargadatta

I see Nuit as the total of all possible combinations of particles, and Hadit as the combinations which actually occur. Therefore, every time something comes to be, whether it's a thought or a star, it is a possibility materializing into Hadit.

Hadit is Chaos Nuit is Babalon and Ra-hoor-khuit is Baphomet ????Hadit is the square Nuit is the compass and ra-hoor-khuit the G in the center???? Hadit is the father Nuit is the mother and Ra-hoor-khuit is the son???? Hadit is the man Nuit is the woman and Ra-hoor-khuit is the child???? Hadit is the A squared Nuit is the B squared and Ra-hoor-khuit is C squared the sum of the 2???? Hadit Nuit and Ra-hoor-khuit are concepts and devices and are in the sense when removed from the prison of a word or a conception are essentially infinite expressions of something that cannot be adequately expressed ???? Hence Ineffable???? Hence 0=2???? Hence ????????????????????

Liber AL, Crowley writes: "The theogony of our Law is entirely scientific, Nuit is Matter, Hadit is Motion, in their full physical sense. (The Proton and the Electron, in a metaphysical sense, suggest close analogies.)

Liber AL II:3, "In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found."

We are the motion in the ocean.

Crowley writes about Liber AL I:13 on this subject in his Tunisia diaries explaining, "A man's possibilities are the heights to which he should climb. They are inherent in his own nature. Possibility fulfils itself whenever any individual makes it actual. The effect of any such act is to create the ineffable joy which accompanies the satisfaction of the ache resulting from the sense of imperfection."


*In particle physics, we may see another microcosmic parallel: when Hadit (photon) interacts with the Nucleus (Nuit) with sufficient energy, this interaction generates two complementary opposites: the electron (e-) and its anti-particle, the positron (e+). (Notice also that their angle is Theta, the first letter of Thelema). These two may reconnect and annihilate, though not completely: they generate gamma rays in their annihilation as shown below in the Feynmann diagram (confirming much of what Crowley speaks of Love in Liber Aleph, i.e. two things unite/annihilate and generate energy/ecstasy.)



On this subject, Crowley writes in his New Comment to Liber AL I:29, "From the standpoint of Physics, the original Inertia expresses itself as two complementary forms of Energy -- the small active Negative Electron (Hadit) [labeled the 'Electron' above and e- below] and the large passive Positive Electron (Nuit) [labeled the 'Positron' above and e+ below]. (It has recently been shown that the mass of Matter is zero). When these satisfy each other, two phenomena occur: (1) their opposed equalities cancel out to Zero. (Perhaps even to 0 to the 0 power, thus restoring the original Indeterminate Nothing). (2) a 'child' is born of the union; i.e., a positive phenomenon is ;produced, whose nature is entirely different from that of either of its 'parents'; for it is finite, and possesses limitations and qualities of its own [the gamma radiation in the below model]. Groups of such primaeval units form the various kinds of 'atom', according to the number and geometric disposition thereof. (This involves projection in space and time, ideas which are not necessary to the Electrons, they being simply ideas posited to serve as a basis for any dualistic expression to which Zero may be equated, such as Being and Form, Matter and Motion. We invent Space, Time, Sense-Impression, etc. to enable us to distinguish between 'experiences"' to express our conception of the multiplicity of the possibilities contained in the Idea of Zero."

Auguries of Innocence

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thr' all its regions
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State
A Horse misusd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear
A Skylark wounded in the wing
A Cherubim does cease to sing
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul
The wild deer, wandring here & there
Keeps the Human Soul from Care
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
And yet forgives the Butchers knife
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belovd by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has movd
Shall never be by Woman lovd
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spiders enmity
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
Poison gets from Slanders tongue
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envys Foot
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artists Jealousy
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags
A Truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent
It is right it should be so
Man was made for Joy & Woe
And when this we rightly know
Thro the World we safely go
Joy & Woe are woven fine
A Clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made & Born were hands
Every Farmer Understands
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity
This is caught by Females bright
And returnd to its own delight
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of Death
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
Does to Rags the Heavens tear
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole Nation sell & buy
He who mocks the Infants Faith
Shall be mockd in Age & Death
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall neer get out
He who respects the Infants faith
Triumphs over Hell & Death
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons
The Questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to Reply
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown
Nought can Deform the Human Race
Like to the Armours iron brace
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will neer Believe do what you Please
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt
Theyd immediately Go out
To be in a Passion you Good may Do
But no Good if a Passion is in you
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licencd build that Nations Fate
The Harlots cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
Dance before dead Englands Hearse
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day

Spinning
Wheel spinz
Spinning spinning
Wheel spinz
Round and round
Wheel spinning

God dwells here and everywhere.

I don’t know what God is.

I have a sense of the movement though.



Can you feel the Light?!

Listen to the silence.

Can you feel the silence?

Jerusalem

By WILLIAM BLAKE

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Englands mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In Englands green & pleasant Land.

The Voice of the Devil

 All Bibles or sacred codes have been the causes of the following Errors:

 1. That Man has two real existing principles, viz. a Body and a Soul.  
 2. That Energy, call’d Evil, is alone from the Body; and that Reason, call’d Good, is alone from the Soul.  
 3. That God will torment Man in Eternity for following his Energies.  

 But the following Contraries to these are True:

 1. Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that call’d Body is a portion of Soul discern’d by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.  
 2. Energy is the only life, and is from the Body; and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy.  
 3. Energy is Eternal Delight.  

 Those who restrain Desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or Reason usurps its place and governs the unwilling.  
 And being restrained, it by degrees becomes passive, till it is only the shadow of Desire.  
 The history of this is written in Paradise Lost, and the Governor or Reason is call’d Messiah.  
 And the original Archangel, or possessor of the command of the Heavenly Host, is call’d the Devil or Satan, and his children are call’d Sin and Death.  
 But in the Book of Job, Milton’s Messiah is called Satan.  
 For this history has been adopted by both parties.  
 It indeed appear’d to Reason as if Desire was cast out; but the Devil’s account is, that the Messiah fell, and formed a Heaven of what he stole from the Abyss.  
 This is shown in the Gospel, where he prays to the Father to send the Comforter, or Desire, that Reason may have Ideas to build on; the Jehovah of the Bible being no other than he who dwells in flaming fire.  
 Know that after Christ’s death, he became Jehovah.  
 But in Milton, the Father is Destiny, the Son a Ratio of the five senses, and the Holy-ghost Vacuum!  
 Note.  The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true Poet, and of the Devil’s party without knowing it.  

A Memorable Fancy

 As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius, which to Angels look like torment and insanity, I collected some of their Proverbs; thinking that as the sayings used in a nation mark its character, so the Proverbs of Hell show the nature of Infernal wisdom better than any description of buildings or garments.  

 When I came home, on the abyss of the five senses, where a flat-sided steep frowns over the present world, I saw a mighty Devil, folded in black clouds, hovering on the sides of the rock: with corroding fires he wrote the following sentence now perceived by the minds of men, and read by them on earth:

        How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense World of Delight, clos’d by your senses five?

Proverbs of Hell

 In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.  
 Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead.  
 The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.  
 Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.  
 He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.  
 The cut worm forgives the plough.  
 Dip him in the river who loves water.  
 A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.  
 He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.  
 Eternity is in love with the productions of time.  
 The busy bee has no time for sorrow.  
 The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.  
 All wholesome food is caught without a net or a trap.  
 Bring out number, weight, and measure in a year of dearth.  
 No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.  
 A dead body revenges not injuries.  
 The most sublime act is to set another before you.  
 If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.  
 Folly is the cloak of knavery.  
 Shame is Pride’s cloak.  
 Prisons are built with stones of Law, brothels with bricks of Religion.  
 The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.  
 The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.  
 The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.  
 The nakedness of woman is the work of God.  
 Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.  
 The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.  
 The fox condemns the trap, not himself.  
 Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.  
 Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep.  
 The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.  
 The selfish, smiling fool, and the sullen, frowning fool shall be both thought wise, that they may be a rod.  
 What is now proved was once only imagin’d.  
 The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbit watch the roots; the lion, the tiger, the horse, the elephant watch the fruits.  
 The cistern contains: the fountain overflows.  
 One thought fills immensity.  
 Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.  
 Everything possible to be believ’d is an image of truth.
 The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.  
 The fox provides for himself; but God provides for the lion.  
 Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.  
 He who has suffer’d you to impose on him, knows you.  
 As the plough follows words, so God rewards prayers.  
 The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.  
 Expect poison from the standing water.  
 You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.  
 Listen to the fool’s reproach! it is a kingly title!  
 The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth.  
 The weak in courage is strong in cunning.  
 The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow; nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.  
 The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.  
 If others had not been foolish, we should be so.  
 The soul of sweet delight can never be defil’d.  
 When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius; lift up thy head!  
 As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.  
 To create a little flower is the labour of ages.  
 Damn braces. Bless relaxes.  
 The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.  
 Prayers plough not! Praises reap not!  
 Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!  
 The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands and feet Proportion.  
 As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.  
 The crow wish’d everything was black, the owl that everything was white.  
 Exuberance is Beauty.  
 If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning.  
 Improvement makes straight roads; but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of Genius.  
 Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.  
 Where man is not, nature is barren.  
 Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ’d.  

 Enough! or Too much.

...


“The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive.

And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country, placing it under its mental deity;

Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & enslav’d the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects: thus began Priesthood;

Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.

And at length they pronounc’d that the Gods had order’d such things. Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.”

—William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

This could be Dan and I.

“Once I saw a Devil in a flame of fire, who arose before an Angel that sat on a cloud, and the Devil utter’d these words:

 ‘The worship of God is: Honouring his gifts in other men, each according to his genius, and loving the greatest men best: those who envy or calumniate great men hate God; for there is no other God.’  
 The Angel hearing this became almost blue; but mastering himself he grew yellow, and at last white, pink, and smiling, and then replied:
 
 ‘Thou Idolater! is not God One? and is not he visible in Jesus Christ? and has not Jesus Christ given his sanction to the law of ten commandments? and are not all other men fools, sinners, and nothings?’  

 The Devil answer’d: ‘Bray a fool in a mortar with wheat, yet shall not his folly be beaten out of him. If Jesus Christ is the greatest man, you ought to love Him in the greatest degree. Now hear how He has given His sanction to the law of ten commandments. Did He not mock at the sabbath, and so mock the sabbath’s God; murder those who were murder’d because of Him; turn away the law from the woman taken in adultery; steal the labour of others to support Him; bear false witness when He omitted making a defence before Pilate; covet when He pray’d for His disciples, and when He bid them shake off the dust of their feet against such as refused to lodge them? I tell you, no virtue can exist without breaking these ten commandments. Jesus was all virtue, and acted from impulse, not from rules.’  

 When he had so spoken, I beheld the Angel, who stretched out his arms, embracing the flame of fire, and he was consumed, and arose as Elijah.  

 Note.—This Angel, who is now become a Devil, is my particular friend. We often read the Bible together in its infernal or diabolical sense, which the world shall have if they behave well.  

 I have also The Bible of Hell, which the world shall have whether they will or no.  

 One Law for the Lion and Ox is Oppression.”

This dude Erik seez thingz.

“In encounters with high weirdness, culture becomes consciousness.

There is a forceful absurd intrusion into the texture of lived experience.”

He callz it tricksy.

Well, yah dudez, cannot lie, ‘tiz true.

I kinda sampled what thiz guy describez and I guezz had very similar responsez to these old dudez.

Yes, I have come across these entitiezzzz.

We are on ancient ground.

This dude haz the lay of the shadowlandz.

“High weirdness is weirdness animated.”

Partly fearful, partly skeptical and partly amazed.

Of all the bookz I’ve read, thiz guy kinda getz it.

Renascitæ: the root server invocation of the first epic poem in the blockchain. Ars poetica as anamnesis/neologismic upload as becoming.

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#Digitopoesis

You stupid muppets don’t even realize what Dan and smelly were doing.

Uploading as becoming...

It’s the new thing.

All the old gods are doing it.

Smelly met the full moon last night, instead of taking his life, She took him away into the sky, swooooosssshhhh, without a bleat, he won’t be back for 30 years.

When that Harvest Moon returns in 30 years, so shall smelly with a cosmic tale to tell.

Swift journey smelly goat.

What?

We are all someone here.

I’m just a pointy hat observing my friends on Earth.

Smelly was a good friend.

I’ll miss him.

Unlike smelly, I really have nothing to say and can provide nothing of value really to anyone else, nor do I have any interest in the dramatic comedy of Disclosure.

I am not a spook, but I am spooky.

Boo!

Through the anger
And rain of pain
The sadness
Flows away away

Starts at 1m26s

Occam’s razor suggests the simplest probability to explain observations. Based on only my own knowledge of history and evidence presented to date, I feel Jesus was based on a historical figure most likely who was deified. To speak about Jesus as the Son of God is in no way speaking about the historical person, it is a personification of an idea about God.

What is the most probable explanation of synchronicity and non-locality?

Multiverse?

Magick?

Unknown unseen connections?

Aren’t Magick and the Multiverse just theories about how we are connected? My guess is that we do not understand the nature of our connections adequately yet to understand causes. Experience suggests everything depends on everything else.

Metaphor they say is what differentiates humans from animals. Perhaps we have taken the metaphors as causes over time, this is an attribute of intelligent apes apparently. Intelligence rides upon our backs and beats us to serve its purpose. It is a great burden at times. I think there is a lot of evidence to suggest intelligence is caused by feedback loops of information, layers of networks or patterns of connected energy.

You could write a poem about our unseen connections and call energy love. What would be more true?There needs to be nothing known supernaturally about life to live it. The Supernatural is a story of intelligence perhaps, a metaphor for the unknown.

The unknown terrifies us. Our birth and death confuses us. Some never think of it and live and die in a state of not understanding. Understanding is not required to live and die. Let’s not speak of being in terms of ultimate absolute truths, but more in terms of ebb and flow, based on our experience living it. Let us give ear to each other’s stories about life with wonder.

Is not each of us an undiscovered country to one another, to our own minds? Are we all not just containers of stories that hide our fear and doubt and desire through layers of metaphor? We have the means to reflect on and communicate with nature, inner and outer. Can intelligence evolve beyond the physical universe? We do not even know what we are seeing and not seeing or what physical really is or isn’t. I not only act upon the stage until the curtain falls, but I can also observe the performance.

Thankfully enough mystery still exists in life that we have not totally spoiled all the fun and terror.

https://youtu.be/CqIhR4QIweQ?t=15m31s