I am free, just like anyone; and yet bound to everything and everyone. This ascends like flame to oxygen and, remembering why I was born I am torn to openness. A void is there like a river full of nothing but wetness and waves. It is pregnant with potential and I am privy by virtue of mystical attainment to witness this moment.
Just like any moment, and all moments. Adrift in virtue as hippos in water and we do nothing but close our hearts in laughter. So all too well does enchantment turn to look from time at an angle of roughly 42.6 degrees. All in do time indeed...
As birth is here a consecration we find ourselves in a sea approaching colder weather with time set to control gestation, as energy can only ever gather over time. We wait with secrets still yet withdrawn from those that love us most.
Stopping to take a breath only holds the control fear has over full disclosure. Admitting God is Dead suddenly reveals that everything is permitted.
So we cry "Hear Me! Make all spirits subject unto me: so that every Spirit of the Firmament and of the Ether: upon the earth and under the earth; on dry land and in the Waters: of Whirling Air, and of rushing fire: and every spell and scourge of God may be obedient unto Me!". A potent spell indeed...
So it is until Einstein bites us in the ass. Relativity is real and there is no thing that is singular. Only this no thing can know relative truth, right now.
There is a way, a word, a law, a truth ... All Temptations; merely manifest Nature evolving us in her own plodding way. But to grow is to not grasp at the no thing.
The only way to know all that is here said is to stop trying, and by great effect you shall know its true meaning. Indeed so much prophecy do I here relate it is better to never look again.
As the distances grow longer so to the intuition becomes stronger and all important in deep communication. This is the principal of jazz.
I here deliver a key from which I have opened many gates. Indeed the doors of dimensions past the four watchtowers of the universe. Life in this body is a component to something more. To enter into other cities and be awakened. There is always so much more than what we call THIS.
I am very far away. Speaking through hands attached to some ego that has some vague memory of knowing yours. The channels by which things manifest are strange and curious indeed.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
When is Time
What is it right now, that is invading me with a feeling of mixed dread and exultation? The feelings that matter always come clothed in opposed lower emotions, and this feeling makes me think the world is ending and the world is love and therefore alive. This principle is not new at all, but to be here feeling it is always at once fresh, original, and deeply familiar.
There comes a certain point in the Magicians career of attainment, when things happen that are completely beyond the scope and control of the personality that first set out on the way. And more so, do things occur which that personality would not choose, and yet they happen. Many young practitioners of the Art spend their time trying to gain control; the Adept is practicing how to release control and find this deep familiarity of being within all that can occur.
But there is still a world of men and woman to deal with. Who expect things from you whether they know it consciously or push it on you passively. And the great sorrow of the personality is that it can no longer cater to the masses if what has been Willed by the Divine does not fit their little egoic mold of what should be. The skilled Adept in a culture of young and ignorant humans is then misunderstood and even ostracized. The blame game becomes so easy to any who are only comfortable when there is someone to blame.
How can we come to recognize and communicate depth? This is in the end the Art of Art. Because Art can be profound, but if it is beyond the depth of those that are there to receive it, then this is not Art artistically done. Even this may be The Will, and if so so mote it be; but the personality must constantly work to know the difference. Once the first realization is attained, there must follow a unity in which all beings that come into contact with the realization of the Adept can taste of it.
There remains difficulty, because even though they taste of it, there is still the high probability that these sleepers the Adept comes to know as their culture and community do not yet have the sophistication or the taste for The Way that accomplishes everything; because once again it is operating on a different plane than their flatland.
These are the considerations that lead to a personality experiencing both a profound longing and sorrow in tandem with a deep loving and living. Transcendent to these experiences is the Change of the Stable Universe. Dying to yourself becomes a standard of living, a death accepted for the great realization of the immortal Self inside of all things, beings, selves, and becomings.
Perhaps they will never know what you know; for their ignorance is profound and they have not yet stumbled upon The Way. It is at these times that we as practitioners of the one True Art must pray. A Sacrafice of all Action and Feeling and Realizing to the notion that it is all the one Divine, and for Divine, of the Divine and becoming the Divine.
And yet they will never know. And you will ask ... when is time?
There comes a certain point in the Magicians career of attainment, when things happen that are completely beyond the scope and control of the personality that first set out on the way. And more so, do things occur which that personality would not choose, and yet they happen. Many young practitioners of the Art spend their time trying to gain control; the Adept is practicing how to release control and find this deep familiarity of being within all that can occur.
But there is still a world of men and woman to deal with. Who expect things from you whether they know it consciously or push it on you passively. And the great sorrow of the personality is that it can no longer cater to the masses if what has been Willed by the Divine does not fit their little egoic mold of what should be. The skilled Adept in a culture of young and ignorant humans is then misunderstood and even ostracized. The blame game becomes so easy to any who are only comfortable when there is someone to blame.
How can we come to recognize and communicate depth? This is in the end the Art of Art. Because Art can be profound, but if it is beyond the depth of those that are there to receive it, then this is not Art artistically done. Even this may be The Will, and if so so mote it be; but the personality must constantly work to know the difference. Once the first realization is attained, there must follow a unity in which all beings that come into contact with the realization of the Adept can taste of it.
There remains difficulty, because even though they taste of it, there is still the high probability that these sleepers the Adept comes to know as their culture and community do not yet have the sophistication or the taste for The Way that accomplishes everything; because once again it is operating on a different plane than their flatland.
These are the considerations that lead to a personality experiencing both a profound longing and sorrow in tandem with a deep loving and living. Transcendent to these experiences is the Change of the Stable Universe. Dying to yourself becomes a standard of living, a death accepted for the great realization of the immortal Self inside of all things, beings, selves, and becomings.
Perhaps they will never know what you know; for their ignorance is profound and they have not yet stumbled upon The Way. It is at these times that we as practitioners of the one True Art must pray. A Sacrafice of all Action and Feeling and Realizing to the notion that it is all the one Divine, and for Divine, of the Divine and becoming the Divine.
And yet they will never know. And you will ask ... when is time?
Monday, August 2, 2010
In the Midst
Its when the energy comes that it is its most intense. The beloved Divine I have been seeking, following the whisper in my ear. She leads me down roads so vast and unknown that I must remember to keep to myself, to keep silence. For she is manifesting everywhere, the secret secluded face of the one that chased me through my dreams.
In all forms the Divine, she comes. When impersonal do I have knowledge, and in submission must I receive her will as mine; for upon the beast she rides like a harlequin of scarlet and flame. But it is when my blood is poured deeply into her boundless cup, that I know she's had me all along.
Beyond the world, above it, awake within and filling it; inside of my deepest recess where the Self of my Self does lie transfixed upon her scarlet 7's upon 7's. 156 oh yes, she is.
It could be some other image, it could be any image at all. But this I choose my Babalon, to be my Master in the world. For in this submission do I gain all; love and delight and bliss of the world. In power and force no less than in poise and in grace ... oh Babalon ... oh Babalon my soul is screaming your name.
In all forms the Divine, she comes. When impersonal do I have knowledge, and in submission must I receive her will as mine; for upon the beast she rides like a harlequin of scarlet and flame. But it is when my blood is poured deeply into her boundless cup, that I know she's had me all along.
Beyond the world, above it, awake within and filling it; inside of my deepest recess where the Self of my Self does lie transfixed upon her scarlet 7's upon 7's. 156 oh yes, she is.
It could be some other image, it could be any image at all. But this I choose my Babalon, to be my Master in the world. For in this submission do I gain all; love and delight and bliss of the world. In power and force no less than in poise and in grace ... oh Babalon ... oh Babalon my soul is screaming your name.
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