Friday, April 28, 2006

pentacles and squares...

a Vessel to be filled of the sweetest nectars of experiential knowledge…
thereupon to scry upon the breath-blown surface to seek Will…
Resting within the secret centers, a Summer Strength…
watching as the Enchanting Flame winds upward…
coiling helixes on the caduceus Rod…
Removing the blinds on the shadows and making them my own…

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Tears...

The Eyes of Nuit open
The rain falls in infinities
Like the stars draped across Her skin

Tears of brilliant Joy
The raptures of Creation
The expanding rings of each drop

Rain to ring, transform
Ever-widening energies
The waves cleanse the mind

Sacred is the moment
Blessed is Her visage
The azure wisps embrace me

I am whole within Her

Enforced Freedoms...

…distilling all values, virtues, or concerns of one’s life into one’s self…from the self all things emerge and to the self all things are inherited…this form of an approach lends one to think of a creative entity, to push the logic a bit further; it illustrates an approach of from nothingness (an intrinsic self?) comes the creation of the self and then the overlaying of all values, virtues, or concerns that become the you…remember that it takes a “good” mind/body to be “insane”…the happy bliss in ignorance crowd is that way due to the lack of contention with the forces…forces such as cultural, economic, social pressures that seek to break down or align the “good” mind/body with delirious dehumanizing dictates…the approach taken of the journey from boyhood, youth, to manhood (realist, idealist, egoist) seems like the normal formulas of illumination…first strip away the dross of the ego to find the spirit, then recognize that the spirit is the world (oneness), and then recognize oneness as the god/creator of the world as the egoist…colloid structures interacting in suspension…a colloid may exist in a quantum state, due to the microscopic particulates being able to interact with quantum weirdness…and although macroscopic quantum effects are an incorrect notion (much to the misunderstanding of the new age movement; quantum effects have a size limitation, yet this is not well defined as of yet)…all life is based on colloidal protoplasmic interactions…and therein may be the gate for quantum weirdness in thought/mind/body…science and philosophy give models to be used by the magickian…the magickian seeks to overcome accidentally programmed limitations in order to become more than what he is…the magickian is an ongoing process of Art…

...listing...

Breathe as the rain falls darkly…
a mist seeking to enfold…

the wisteria winds and shadows…
a coiled wonder above the doorway…

the wind’s presence is absent…
yet the flame flickers and dances…

the cloak wraps tightly about…
as footsteps recede softly…

gathered within and without…
Invoke the silence…

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Aster...

Long do I dwell in the twilight grottos…
Awaiting a sign, a touch, a word…
Feeling the lichen and aeons bind me…
As I slowly trace my fingers in the clay…

Memories and scents remind me…
A drifting remembrance on the breeze…
Shadowed looks and fond caresses…
Your eyes when they used to play on me…

Summer heat and supple skin…
We used to curl about each other…
Dragonflies buzzing in the wind…
As we laughed and dreamed the night away…

Remember me and remember us…
Scents and sights and simple sounds…
The days they cruelly slip away…
And leave nothing in their place…
But a faint token of your golden face…
As I fade into the darkened ground…

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Re-Arrange...

...*chuckles mirthlessly*...

Well that was a interesting episode...I thank all the participants...

Ahem, back to the Work...

More tomorrow...

~~~In the meantime...~~~

The death of God that Nietzsche discusses is for many (still today) an impending sense of fear. The fear is the loss of control to make sense of the world, the welcomed infiltration of their psyches by societal/religious norms. Any system of morality is still a system, a set of operational parameters used to define or restrict. The concept of the loss of God gives those who seek higher degrees of freedom the ability to see morality as operational parameters, and not Truth.

I do not fear a collapse of morality for myself, as I see it as the end result of a systematic attack on binding patterns. The collapse of any web of complex associations will lead to some new form, and if it is guided, perhaps the form will be more useful than the old (this is not a necessity!) There is fear of the collapse, but perhaps this is because I am finally seeing the anxiety that I have been dulled to ignore.

Yet, for all the anti-organized religious spiel the communities spout, it is expected that you still conform to a system of morality. Of course this is true from any “religious” system whether is Crowley-anity, Science, or even Satanism. Who enforces such models? Of course the true believers themselves do.

Everyone wants models to organize their beliefs (or so called lack of beliefs). Neitzche’s three-model stage of camel, lion, child, the model of YHVH, the model of fitting slot E into slot D. I like models because I am human and I like to use them. I get frustrated with people who want the model to live them instead of realizing that they are using the model as a tool. I also fear models; there is always the probability that I may become a “True Believer” (but of course that doesn’t stop me from playing with them.)

I suppose that I have issues with Truth. I don’t believe it. Yet I carry so many Truths still within me. It is an odd circumstance when you can convince yourself of the nature of no-Truth and yet still grasp as many Truths as you secretly can, as if you were drowning like an ant in a rainstorm. Yet these you also seek to root out and the process continues. That is probably (in all probabilities) the point (field?); it reduces (or expands) to the Process.

It appears that Nietzsche has a similar standpoint to Stirner where both seek the reduction of extraneous material, whether moral or virtue, and a rebirth from the solid point of self. This rebirth is focused on the body and the material world as the starting point overturning the dogma of the day where spirit descends to body. A Promethean reversal, which was needed as a counterpoint to the age, but why deal in such antagonisms now, why not have both spirit and body grow together in synthesis to become…

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Monday, April 10, 2006

Dew...

Circular loops of abuse and power, we seek to heal the depths of non-being. The existential interplay; as the addictions feed the illusion of power, the power returned feeds the reality of addiction. Threats of giving over everything, all energies to the Other, to exist in merely a hollow existence of this vicious cycle. Bounce from pole to pole…but learn to dance outside of the circle…then one can break the cycle.

Layered within these clusters are the unspeakable first-order affects---affective raw order personal material out of which meaning is built. Bringing others to this point merely illustrated the power of the technique (much to their Horror), but not a personal understanding of why it was being performed. And in this is the last Apology. For now, there is naught else but the Three who stand as One…and in this we are beyond.

Emotive experiences rationalized instead of invoked or produced by ideas…an open exchange of the interplay between emotional experience and idea experience is needed…and the rejection of the fallacy of “objects as words”…

Only we can release ourselves…and give permissions to do so.

So mote it be.

Last Rant...

Do you feel my rage...As I stare from the burning place...
Rattling my obsession cage...Have you acknowledged my shadow face...

Do you feel my rage?

Did you feel my pain...When your betrayal and lies began...
The biting acid rain...Of your soul destruction plan...

Did you feel my pain?

What was that mock empathy...When you sneered my feelings were at fault...
Can I thank you for the apathy...Residing in my flame scarred heart's vault...

What was that mock empathy?

Mine eyes now see the truth bitter...And your base denials blaze the mist...
For your lies overlaying truth poorly filter...Against absolvement of the blade upon my wrist...

Mine eyes now see the truth bitter.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Transform Sets…

Burning in the crucible…sacred herbs…

Again the beckoning from the darkened glass
Again the refusal from the goddess lash
the Waiting, bound to life
Tasks undone, compelled strife
And yet the Call

The vibratory chants set to flight
Maelstrom mirror, prism’d light
the Lash bites deep
Grant another reap
Soft still the Call

Drops in the retort…mercurial salts…

Rays of Mithras cross mine brow
Promising peace, sacred vows
Divine incenses, the steaming dew
Rising heavenwise, the day anew

Tranquility of thought, furrow the earth
Fertile mother, witness the birth
Bringer of light, rise with the dew
Myriad of mind, the spirit flew

Unfoldings...

Did ye feel the names murmured, voices in delight...
warm breaths transfixing the soul, glorious crimson rite...
Surrendering to the aims that pull ye astray...
the magick's desires, the will of the Fey...

A "True" Peace?...

I wandered begotten alone through the twilight reaches...
Gazing upon the spiral of the martyr of my mind...
Drifting downwards, gathering crimson soul-bound leeches...
Dark beauty binds the ways of the twilight kind...

Broken air drawn through cracked lips...
Vengeful salt burns the ancient rips...

Glance at the trail of thoughts before...
The Seekers stalking on wasteland floor...
Crest the rise of the shadow swept plain...
Fearing the tortures of her heaven again...

The silent zephyr thunders through my rampart of resolve...
Gathers me up, drops me upon the brook's edge...
The verdant moss laces into my shattered soul, evolve...
The deep glade soothes my mind, renewing hedge...

Whispers from the valley beyond...
Draws nearer, entrancing song...

Granting the gifts of radiant night...
Removing threads of previous sight...
I will fall once more into the nirvana door...
As her arms crystallize my soul's core...

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Seidr...

A light dance, swaying and weaving about…
Gives rise to warm feelings of life…
Then cease…slowly sense the feet meshed to ground…
A bubbling from below, the fiery orb…

A stream, a pulse…liquid crimson rising…
Spiraling about the body…the legs begin swaying…
Tremors in the belly, shaking in the legs…
The body sways like the trees…

Then ricocheting…the energy takes hold…
The body jerks and spasms…the feet lose grip…
Tossed about like a cork in a storm…
Warmth and fire burn from within…

Loose now, the serpent coils…
As the coils tighten, the body shakes more…
Releasing tension, sadness, thorns…
Giving strength and serenity…peace…

Then the storm abates…falling to the knees…
Slight tremors, like a morning sprinkle…
Beginning to understand, to invoke these powers…
I invoke the afterglow…

Point Effects...

…wandering…

No two events are identical…our minds create the illusion of similarity, even absoluteness of similarity between events. The Gypsy of today is not the Gypsy of yesterday…and the Gypsy of tomorrow will never exist, precisely because tomorrow never comes…it is always Today.

What we believe we see tells us more of these beliefs than what is seen…
Apply the same to knowledge, emotion, relations, ect…ad nauseum…

…wandering…