Loops...

...pieces, threads, patterns...

Nothing is Truth, All is Truth...

(still dualism at the higher concept, mono, dual, poly...beyond?)
Wraith of the Mind slides the razor across the conceptions, accused before of overly deconstructive tendencies...

They did want to agree, but are dismayed when the agreement is also deconstructed...
Mysticism and Mid-Summer approaches...Feelings of the tears at the seams...
It was on the outside, gnashing teeth and seething voice...absence of Life,
blanket of mind...the tentacles of its invitations sought out the cracks in
the Ring

Past that when it left unfulfilled and frustrated (soon to return at some distant past), then the wonderment returns at a quicker pace, layers of the golden mean...
I am the Hermit of this sun-scorched land, some seek the Hierophant, the deeper nature...but the Warden denies the Seekers... Perhaps the Seekers are False or Lacking, when does the fruit become ripe?

Ate some Yucca petals and continued on.

The Mind’s eye can see the destruction of the sky, yet it isn’t...Must be careful not fall within...
The Druid of the Mind seeks a closer approximation of human tendencies, is the social seeking merely layers or a truer concept? (and the release of Self into the Ocean Goddess?)

There are few like her as she is today...

Whispers that the sacred Sacrifice --- Blood used to keep this land fruitful (yet this isn’t borne out by the archaeological evidence)...perhaps the Blood gave the people the Mind and Soul of this realm...perhaps there is a different place seen.

Seeds burst to the surface for the breath of the East, and the kiss of the West...do they worry if the Code is right? Does the spiral nature gather the sense of infinity?

Had some remembrances, increasing in occurrence of the past personal, constructed though, but still valid in use.

Exploring the storm drains deep in the forest...thoughts of apocalypse even when young...
Apocalypse is interesting, an end state...beckons itself to a monotheism of conception...wonderful easiness of thought...frees the energy for other pursuits, yet destroys the probabilities inherit...

Haven’t sought the sights of the false mist weave about during the night for a long while...a Hermit must continue to Seek...

and then the reflection of the Dawn in the water...

The Broken Grey

Watching as the realities set
Like concrete the belief reigns
Without conception of the slowly setting
Molds that have been created

The artificers of this new state
Realize nothing, their blinds reach
Only into their own self made patterns
Clung to as drowning ants in a rainstorm

Observer, obstruction, oblivion…
Understanding and compassion rots
Under the black suns of “emotions”
There is no truth, nothing is real

Fight the understanding
Fight your psyche
Give into the endless loops
Never look beneath

Love is the Law
Love goes beyond petty ideas of self
Self is merely a mirage
When clasped to, it draws only the bitterest of poison

How droll
I seek to understand
I seek to wonder
I seek to love

Decay and death
Wishing for the End
Of myself? Of the Others?
Gods help us now

The point is being Grey
Doubting your own doubt
And going beyond
Whatever, It is lost…

Blessings and Love

Against the Church of the Sane

Death

Have we ever really pondered it?

End

Release

Perhaps…

Perhaps weakness…a failing of evolution

Choices made, death in every choice

How many are artificial, how many choices are put forth by liars

Lies to themselves, without knowledge of the lies…

Unable to confront such depths

Beginning to despise…perhaps the One…

Perhaps the All…

Artificial bounds, laced with sweetmeats.

Fuck it…I die soon…

As is their will…

But not my Will…

C’est la vie…

Khammael...

51!

23!

417!

I name the Archangel Khammael with the incense of Geburah.

My enemies fall before me in supplication or dissolution. I dance upon the bodies of my disciples.

Habituations are destroyed or refined though the scintillating diamond blade of insight. 718! Blind the denizens of Daath. Release from monotheistic Truth, the diamond prisms the light, so the insight prisms itself into a multi-paradigmed Engine of War.

Rational Thought evolves to Emotional Thought evolves to Magickal Thought...

All of which also exists in a looping multi-dimensional array, the components of which I choose to perceive. The observer watches the machine; did the observer begin to reflect the machine? Nietzsche my scarlet whore.

I have seen visions of apocalypses and they are mine.

Oppenheimer was verbose in his witnessing, but he understood the Work. His Trinity is now my own.

The Fire burns the World. The Tau is a reflection of Kether. Kether is a reflection of myself.

I have slept in the inferno of the normal, seeking small contented pleasures in order to console myself and harden the fortress of my self-delusions…

The scarlet flames upon the sword cool the inferno and allow Genius to stand.
The fools stand before me and are abased. I begin again the Dance.