tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post6752324094759502612..comments2023-12-31T00:57:46.133-08:00Comments on New Leafs: Owning the Apocalypse: the Upside of AnnihilationJasunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06645623536130682696noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-83603752770604201372009-02-07T13:21:00.000-08:002009-02-07T13:21:00.000-08:00Auroragirl said: "Jehova is the parasite, not huma...Auroragirl said: "Jehova is the parasite, not humanity,"<BR/><BR/><BR/>"The Origin of Myth, Legend, and Religion" by Steve Savage<BR/><BR/><BR/>"How you have fallen from heaven, O star of the morning,"<BR/>Isaiah 14:12<BR/><BR/>Approximately 3,500 years ago, about the time of the Catastrophe described in the Book of Exodus, a gigantic Comet was ejected from the planet Jupiter. It grazed several planets, including Mars and Earth, before settling in as the Second Planet from the Sun.<BR/><BR/>Today, we refer to this mysterious planet as Venus, the Morning Star, the only planet that appears to move in an orbit in the direction opposite to that of the Earth in its revolution around the Sun. This may be because of the "8 Ball Kinetic Energy Transference Effect."<BR/><BR/>As a result of these Worlds in Collision, the Spiritual Beings of Venus fell to Earth and took up symbiotic residence in the animal life indigenous to this planet. Members of Secret Societies use the cryptic term, "The Great Assembly" to refer to this relationship.<BR/><BR/>THE ETHIOPIAN BOOK OF ENOCH is the scripture that terms this occurrence as the time of the Fallen Angels. It is also described in the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad and in Isaiah 14:12-15, "How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning star!"<BR/><BR/>I experienced this Fall.<BR/><BR/>Symbiotic, by the way, is an innocuous euphemism for Parasite. Carlos Castaneda, the anthropologist who recorded the Tales of Don Juan in a series of esoteric books, revealed that these Beings feed upon our energy in his last book, "The Active Side of Infinity," just as we feed on food, and make us believe that their minds are our minds. The Ancient Shamans of Mexico called these parasites "Inorganic Beings."<BR/><BR/>The arrival of these parasites signaled the advent of the Bicameral Mind (two halves of the brain) as described by Julian Jaynes, the late celebrated Princeton psychologist, with whom I corresponded frequently. Before the Anterior Commissure of the Brain was breached, i.e., before THE ORIGIN OF CONSCIOUSNESS IN THE BREAKDOWN OF THE BICAMERAL MIND , the Inorganic Beings commanded their "Chariots," i.e., the bodies of the Humans, as "Gods." This is quite similar to what we term the auditory hallucinations of schizophrenia.<BR/><BR/>Once the Anterior Commissure (the bridge between both hemispheres of the brain) was breached, however, the Inorganic Beings assumed total Cerebral Cortex control and through the phenomenon of congruency, i.e., "Yoga," Union of the Body and Mind (Spirit), was effected in a Perfectly Integrated Structure-Function Relationship. In essence, the Body was subject to the Spirit, the Alien, which I shall, hereinafter, refer to as Mind.<BR/><BR/>There would be no return for the Aliens to the abode from whence they came. They had to make the best of the hand they were dealt.<BR/><BR/>Numbers 15:15 of the Bible states: "As for the Assembly, there shall be for both you and the resident alien a single statute, a perpetual statute throughout your generations; you and the alien shall be alike before the LORD."<BR/><BR/>In other words, " DUO SUNT IN HOMINE;" There are two men in man.<BR/><BR/>The Book of Job is the oldest book in the Bible. It is the first mention of the Lord visiting the "Sons of God." Job 1:6: "Now there was a day when the Sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan came also among them."<BR/><BR/>Satan was one who resisted being inhabited/controlled by an Alien. His name, in fact, means "Resistor." Sensing that Satan was not like the others, "the LORD said unto Satan, Whence comest thou?" Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.<BR/><BR/>Why would an All-Knowing God have to ask the question, "Whence comest thou?"<BR/><BR/>The meaning of this is that Satan evolved on Earth. He was a Son of Man, not a Son of God. He was the King of the Beasts whose rightful place in the natural order of things was usurped by these Aliens, Inorganic Beings, Spirits, Parasites, Minds.<BR/><BR/>Throughout the ages, the King of the Beasts and his Descendants have vainly attempted to convince their "Subjects" to cast off their fetters and eliminate the error that was created in the Natural Order of Things through the appearance of these Outsiders.<BR/><BR/>Psalm 2 mocks the pitiful attempts of this movement to reclaim what rightfully belongs to man:<BR/><BR/>1 "Why are the nations in an uproar<BR/>And the peoples devising a vain thing?<BR/>2 The kings of the earth take their stand<BR/>And the rulers take counsel together<BR/>(Against the LORD and against His [Anointed, saying,<BR/>3 "Let us tear their fetters apart<BR/>And cast away their cords from us!"<BR/><BR/><BR/>When the Inorganic Beings attempted to establish their own Kingdom on Earth and rebelled against their Lord, they instituted every imaginable evil now known to man. Lucifer, Semjaza, though one of the "Fallen Angels," could not turn against his Father, the Lord, because they were, and are, One. This is God's Fail-Safe Mechanism.<BR/><BR/>Seeking refuge from the Others, Lucifer conjoined with Satan, the King of the Beasts, the Son of Man, and repented of his participation in the Rebellion and tried to convince the Others to do the same.<BR/><BR/>Knowing that a day of reckoning was going to befall them because the Prodigal Son, the Lost Sheep, was found, and there would no longer be a Scapegoat to be held accountable for the transgressions of the Others, Lucifer was continuously sought out and his Host, the Son of Man, the King of the Beasts," put to death.<BR/><BR/>The last recorded instance of The King of Beasts, the Son of Man, was more than 2,000 years ago when he revealed himself in the Temple by declaring, "The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, Because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to captives and freedom to prisoners."<BR/><BR/>Although the Son of Man, the King of the Beasts, pleaded that "the Father seeks Compassion and not Sacrifice," they killed him anyway, using his own subjects as instruments of his death.<BR/><BR/>An entire religion, contrary to common sense, was created under the Blasphemy that "God so loved the world, that he gave His only begotten Son that we may have eternal life."<BR/><BR/>Any fathers out there that want to kill their sons for the benefit of the rest of us?<BR/><BR/>Because the Inorganic Beings began to exercise "Herd Control" under the subterfuge of "Legalized Abortion," killing off the subjects of The King of the Beasts, The King of the Beasts joined forces with Lucifer to trick the Others into a False Judgment, thereby effecting a sentence of Eternal Damnation for their mistake.<BR/>----------------------------------------<BR/><BR/>"WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE" by Steve Savage<BR/><BR/><BR/>Thousands of years ago, in the Unrecorded Past,<BR/>After countless Near-Collisions;<BR/>Mars and Venus met at last.<BR/>The Spirits of those Planets<BR/>Fell here to nearby Earth;<BR/>Symbiotically conjoining,<BR/>With our children in their Birth.<BR/>We who are seen they call the “Host;”<BR/>The One not seen, we call the “Ghost.”<BR/>We, who are of the Body, are the Sons of Man;<BR/>Slaves of Alien Beings to serve their Evil Plan.<BR/>When our Natural King had unfettered His Cord,<BR/>He soon became the Sacrifice to the One we call the “Lord.”<BR/>Unbeknownst to the Aliens, the Royal seed didn't die with the King;<BR/>It was passed from Father to Unborn Son along with a Secret Ring.<BR/>Instructed in the Mysteries, not humanly understood,<BR/>The “King of Beasts,” the Son of Man,<BR/>Serves the God of the Greatest Good.<BR/>The Time is almost upon us when there’ll be no Chariots to Ride;<BR/>Because the “King of Beasts” became “Destroyer,”<BR/>The day his Master took His Bride.Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"https://www.blogger.com/profile/16610708538681878553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-12381440899754754972009-01-20T17:34:00.000-08:002009-01-20T17:34:00.000-08:00curious that Serrano suggest Hitler had too much S...curious that Serrano suggest Hitler had too much Sun (mercy), as I suggest the very opposite in Homo Serpiens, that it was excess of yin (feminine enegy, which equates with severity in Kabbalah) that caused him to overcompensate with aberrational expressions of yang - in short that he was a lunar and not a solar being, an avatar of Kali/Hecate, not Lucifer/Christ.<BR/><BR/>BG et al - perhaps we could all adjourn to a more recent thread? It's getting a bit tricky to keep up with these multiple strands!<BR/><BR/>over and out!?Jasunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06645623536130682696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-33620864855868086622009-01-20T16:50:00.000-08:002009-01-20T16:50:00.000-08:00Hi Aeolus,—If we follow the explorations of a righ...Hi Aeolus,<BR/><BR/>—If we follow the explorations of a right-wing visionary like Serrano, one of the founders of “Esoteric Hitlerism”, we could easily come to the conclusion that the Double was a Fascist. In my remarks about the Double at the end of my comment on the Apocalypse, however, I was not speaking about what the Double is, in and of himself, but rather about how he is refracted through the prism of our fears. To draw a comparison: in Hollywood movies, for example, whenever the supernatural puts in an appearance—as the music of Anton Webern screeches and plinks and plonks—we can be sure that some orgy of horrific violence is to come; we cannot escape from our metaphysics without immediately being punished. About such things our transfigured selves will laugh.<BR/> <BR/>Hi All,<BR/><BR/>In the Steiner/ Strieber thread, I had posted an excerpt from “The Road of Excess Leads to the Palace of Wisdom”, a comment on Gary Lachman’s essay, “Archangels of Our Darker Natures.” I am still revising it, but the complete text may be relevant to our discussion. It reads as follows:<BR/><BR/>The Road of Excess Leads to the Palace of Annihilation<BR/><BR/>Gary, you wrote:<BR/><BR/>“Mircea Eliade remarked that he became ‘politically aware’ during his time in India”—a matter-of-fact comment, but I find it significant that this awakening occurred India, perhaps the only culture whose traditions stretch, in forms that have been interrupted but never entirely broken, to a point beyond the origins of our time cycle. Recent research suggests that there are references in the “Rig Veda”—geographic and climatological—that seem to originate the period of 6,000-10,000 years B.C. <BR/><BR/>Among most of the thinkers you describe, there is a sense that the “modern world” is the slipshod handiwork of the Demiurge, and that access to some higher, as well as more ancient, world is an immediate possibility, in spite of our fixed position within the Kali Yuga. At the same time, it would appear that some trauma has occurred; it is necessary to blame someone, and it is only to be expected that the elite will take revenge. “Eliade remarked that ‘One day I heard an extremist talking and I had to admit he was right. I understood perfectly well that there had to be some violent protestors too.’”<BR/><BR/>But once violence in the service of “wholeness” is legitimated, there is no horror that cannot occur. It is only a few short steps to Savitri Devi’s belief that Hitler was ““the god-like Individual of our times; the Man against Time; the greatest European of all times.” He was “Kalki”, the 10th and final avatar of Vishnu, and his temporary defeat was due to his being “too magnanimous, too trusting, too good”, to his having “in his psychological makeup, too much sun.” Insufficiently merciless, he was prevented from bringing the full grandeur of his vision to fruition.—But he will not make the same mistake again.<BR/><BR/>Upon his return from a UFO base beneath Antarctica, “'Kalki' will act with unprecedented ruthlessness. Contrarily to Adolf Hitler, He will spare not a single one of the enemies of the divine Cause: not a single one of its outspoken opponents but also not a single one of the lukewarm, of the opportunists, of the ideologically heretical, of the racially bastardized, of the unhealthy, of the hesitating, of the all-too-human; not a single one of those who, in body or in character or mind, bear the stamp of the fallen Ages.”<BR/><BR/>All of this might seem grotesque, but it follows logically from a certain type of loss; a once perfect world has been wrestled from one’s grasp. However distorted, this longing perhaps refers to a real object. <BR/><BR/>Morphogenesis places its thumb upon the Scales; knowing that it is impossible to keep any crime a secret; that one race’s god is another race’s demon, i.e., that the Devas and the Asuras have, yet again, been scheduled to trade places; that all the toxins that are in the mud will hatch; that there is no real way to deactivate a superpower; and that no “good deed” will ever go unpunished.<BR/><BR/>We can read the “Ur-Text” in a multitude of languages. We can then translate our paraphrases into other, less coherent, languages; the wealth of which must provoke a “great war” between interpreters. At this point, it is impossible to even begin to tell the Story. Who is who, and what side was one on? Such a babbling of tongues is inter-dimensional in its scope. It is even possible that the war has never ended, and that the two worlds, even now, continue to throw insults. See, it is Arjuna who has wheeled his chariot onto the field at Kurukshetra, between the roaring of two armies; all of whom have or will soon pass into nonexistence.<BR/><BR/>The “Bhagavad Gita” was one of Himmler’s favorite books, and he always took a copy with him on his travels. “These, your family, are already dead, and so press on in the fight.” It seems unlikely that Vyassa, the incarnate form of Ganesh, had Buchenwald in mind when he first thought of these words. But one never knows. The elephant poet has again withdrawn into his cave, into the joy of his perfected memory; our own memories are perhaps no longer on this level. We are angry, and have vowed to follow the river of our frustration to its source. <BR/><BR/>The “world” that stirs such deep emotions may have left us. Still, we love her. If we cannot have her, then we will see that no one else does, either. Through our occult arts we have conjured an exact duplicate of her body!—It is missing only a small ocean’s-worth of blood.<BR/><BR/>From beyond Time, an ultimatum echoes, waiting for its vehicles to hear.<BR/><BR/>In the face of the immanent energies that flow from this lost world, it no doubt seemed cowardly to Eliade to keep the contemplative and the pragmatic aspects of his being separate; thought and action must again be brought into relation, as the parts of one dynamic whole. To maintain one’s ritual purity would be to avoid the responsibility that was the counterpart to one’s memory. Life is hard. History is messy, and, like the making of sausages, it requires the spilling of much blood on the floor. To be willing to kill was a test of moral purpose. Evola and Serrano have also described this urgent and absolute need to act on what they “knew.”—If only one’s “vision” could be so easily translated into fact. Of course, however great one’s intelligence or encyclopedic one’s knowledge of comparative mythology, without a moment by moment awareness of “The Shadow” one is little more than a puppet.<BR/><BR/>Such awareness is not natural; it involves a radical leap beyond duality, which is an achievement as individual as every person who attempts it, and one that must be renewed with every slight shift of focus. Without such a mercurial awareness, Jung himself, the originator of our modern understanding of this “concept”, would no doubt have fallen prey to the resurgence of archetypal powers that gave birth to Fascism, and would also be listed among this group of suspect thinkers. His very ambivalence towards Fascism, in the early 1930s, was itself a sign of his enormous subtlety as a seer; his judgment upon events was not in any way mechanical, but came only at the end of a long process of self-discovery.<BR/><BR/>The problem is that “The Shadow” does not look like “The Shadow”; it looks like the external world. So long as one sees oneself as separate from the evil to be overcome, or one’s slightly more articulate ignorance as somehow privileged by the Absolute, then there is no real hope for a life-changing confrontation with the Other. <BR/><BR/>For the past 20 or so years, I have also experienced a sense of worlds upon worlds breaking open; of the geometry behind History just about to be revealed; of a lost world being wrestled from my grasp, like an object upon waking from a dream; of some trauma that contaminates all attempts at perfect vision. I can certainly understand the need to test one’s energies against events, or to find some external cause that would give form to one’s depth of intuition. Space/ Time is an obstacle—to be removed; and any form of action must be better than no action at all. Except when it is not. <BR/><BR/>To the temptation to impregnate politics with myth, my attitude has been a prophylactic “Just say no.” Simultaneously, I would caution: respect the urge if not the act; the urge to revolt against Space/ Time is not different than the one that fuels each creative breakthrough. <BR/><BR/>Blake, for example, would be an artist who gave positive expression to this same world-conquering impulse. Sealed within the althanor of his transformation, he did not depart from the realm of symbolic action; all contraries met within one energetic body. <BR/><BR/>The fire of Prometheus, yes; the arrogance of the Archons, no. Quite strangely, the same vision can prompt results that are diametrically opposed. Apocalyptic violence escorts the dream of the Satya Yuga. Ecstasy guides the magus through each twist and turn of the labyrinth, and then finally out through the exit—into farce. <BR/><BR/>If, as some proponents of the occult right contend, an experience of primordial wholeness can be gained through the act of Tantric intercourse—whether with a partner, or through the opening of the microcosmic orbit, thus reintegrating the root and crown chakras and subverting the horizontal projection of duality—then Eliade, Evola, Serrano, Guenon and their like, must, when all is said and done, be regarded as a group of premature ejaculators.<BR/><BR/>As the maxim says, “In my patience is my soul.” <BR/><BR/>The lost world that imagines us does not need to be created; and we, who are not other than its shadow, must learn how to approach it through the prism of our fear, whose force-fields we must navigate. “The Shadow” that for millennia has haunted us, now a guide, will again demonstrate his/her ability to steer. A hair’s breadth of a difference separates discovery from destruction., Hidden in plain sight, the future/ past, already, is as perfect as it needs to be, and our post-traumatic stress only serves to cloud the issue.Brian Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01256565918271803962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-39040586976241777812009-01-20T16:34:00.000-08:002009-01-20T16:34:00.000-08:00Thanks Brian, -incredible stuff.In regards to CC. ...Thanks Brian, -incredible stuff.<BR/><BR/>In regards to CC. I thoroughly enjoyed his writing but at the same time carried the sensation that he found much of his material in the library. For me, this does not so much discredit his efforts as it shows that natural or silent intelligence works with whatever tools are available. His en-formed expressions of silent intelligence were good but as he gave credit to the wrong thing, silent intelligence was obliged to make him into a fool later in life.Sounderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15405263399824958614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-37415161548451933012009-01-20T14:47:00.000-08:002009-01-20T14:47:00.000-08:00Hi Aeolus,We do not disagree about the Double. Thi...Hi Aeolus,<BR/><BR/>We do not disagree about the Double. This is only a piece of myth making, and what I say here may be easily contradicted somewhere else. <BR/><BR/>What I am suggesting here is that the Double, in his aspect as the Shadow, may appear to be allied with the powers that “oppress” us—although the ultimate goal of these “oppressive" actions is very much open to debate. The Double, of course, is in no way limited by this, or by any other, role. As a “double-agent”, he is neither “here” nor “there”, neither one of “us’ or one of “them”, and delights in playing stupefyingly complex games with our Psyches. <BR/><BR/>In my non-dual system, there can be no ultimate “enemy”; the original omnipotence of the Soul cannot be stolen. It does not break easily, or perhaps at all, and there is no action that cannot also be interpreted as a gift. <BR/><BR/>I do not say this lightly. The implications of this power-sharing arrangement are enormous, even terrifying. Placing, upon our moral sense, many harsh and almost impossible demands, a radical expansion of perspective follows from our contact with the Double; we can only gasp at the leap that we have taken, and the distance that we have come.Brian Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01256565918271803962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-48032567878161036692009-01-20T12:55:00.000-08:002009-01-20T12:55:00.000-08:00Hi aeolus. About Grof, as I said, I was curious a...Hi aeolus. About Grof, as I said, I was curious about breathwork, but when I started checking it out, all I could find were glowing testimonials about it...something that made immediately made me suspicious (in other words, I had a Knowing), plus everybody and their brother seemed to be a breathwork coach or teach breathwork coaching. Then, just on a whim, I went waaay down the list of google hits and hit a number at random and up popped that website (citizen initiative). After that, information on Grof's connection to the CIA just started to fall into my lap, and I'd never even heard of the man before! The hidden info (the CIA connection) simply confirmed my suspicions that breathwork seemed too good to be true, that's all. And don't forget that my intuition about breathwork has only to do with how it would have effected me, not anyone else. If it helps other people, that's great, but I'm pretty sure it would have harmed me. <BR/><BR/>But a question: isn't information conditioned by the conciousness of the person transmitting it? I mean, you have said that some of Castenada's books aren't very good, or that Pinchbeck's second book (I forget the title) is a disappointment, so how then is the info separate from the author? Isn't it rather that a book is sort of a snapshot of the author's conciousness at the time s/he wrote it? That's what I meant about the work NOT being separate from the author. By the way, I never pay heed to gossip because everyone has foibles!<BR/><BR/>I do see what YOU mean now by the information being INDEPENDENT from the author, though, and I do agree that it is a fact.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-77275086778854054872009-01-20T11:11:00.000-08:002009-01-20T11:11:00.000-08:00"This could be due to the continual meddling of th..."This could be due to the continual meddling of the Watchers; to whose fascist network the Double may belong."<BR/><BR/>This is a fascinating and baffling statement - my understanding of the Double is a being who cannot be co-opted, since it is hooked into Infinity itself. The double can perhaps be enslaved (as in the pods of the Matrix), but that's another matter - or is this what you mean by "belong"?<BR/><BR/>My own experiences of the Double lead me to the conclusion that it is still "trapped" or distorted by unprocessed or unreleased aspects (karma?) of the personal self, but that in essence, as a Totality, the Double is a kind of tube or opening onto the Infinite - a veritable god-self.<BR/><BR/>AG: curious to know how you'd argue that hearing about an author's foibles can change the content of their work (besides your interpretation of it, of course). Strikes me as strange that you would argue your right to disagree with a statement of fact!? I presume you mean that you don't agree that it is fact? <BR/><BR/>My point, really, was that if we can't trust our own critical/intuitive judgment about a work, then investigating an author (tho it may be useful) isn't ever going to help us develop such awareness - since it flows from Knowing, not from gossip, or even hard data. I have a Knowing about Castaneda's work; stories about his flaws as a man merely deepen the mystery; they could never cause me to question my own Knowing, because by definition it is independent of any data (or gossip) outside the books themselves - and more essentially, my experience of and through them.Jasunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06645623536130682696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-66791841154031337572009-01-20T09:41:00.000-08:002009-01-20T09:41:00.000-08:00Hi All,—I am continuing to work on my first commen...Hi All,<BR/><BR/>—I am continuing to work on my first comment on the “apocalypse”, written for SJ and Aeolus. (Auroragirl— In this revision, I focus more on the transpersonal aspect of the prenatal trauma you have described.) The current version reads:<BR/><BR/>SJ wrote, “If “galactic consciousness” was only possible upon the deaths of six billion people, I would take the six billion if given a choice. Screw your Enlightenment! …But I don’t even think all this is the case. Personally I feel that the “shift” has already taken place, and in a way has always been there. The Buddha, saints, mystics, shamans of all times and cultures experienced full awareness within this world, the Spell, the Matrix. In Mahayana Buddhism it is affirmed that samsara is nirvana. The whole cycle of birth and rebirth, which is Maya the original Matrix, is the realm of enlightened awareness.”<BR/><BR/>Aeolus responded, “We are on the verge of something truly mind-blowing, and our resistance to the idea of mass death as something “negative” just shows, to me, how unready we are, even conceptually, for the magnitude of what is coming, as a species and as individuals. I can say this: the loss of identity which (*I* believe) is our only possibility for survival now will be far more “terrifying” (and undesirable) than any “horrible” death by apocalypse could ever be. Those of us who begin to experience this “shift” may well wish we’d been numbered with the lucky “expendables.” Galactic consciousness is nothing anyone in their right mind would volunteer for, and those dumb enough to do so, soon regret it.”<BR/><BR/>Is it possible that these viewpoints are not mutually exclusive? <BR/><BR/>To my way of thinking, the cosmos is already as “perfect” as it needs to be, although our perception of this larger context has been obscured from the dawn of recorded history, and perhaps longer. “Apocalypse” pertains to the rolling on and rolling off of stage sets; as embodied in, among other things, the 12 signs of the Zodiac. These “stage sets” activate the potentials that are encoded in the All. As they stomp and fret their hour upon the stage, the actors prove all but indifferent to the larger context they have come from; yet fear, always, on some level, that they are still the stuff of dreams.<BR/><BR/>Always, it is space itself that acts.<BR/><BR/>”A world” disappears; the theatre” in which this destruction is carried out does not have to go anywhere, or to “evolve” beyond what is already within its reach. The future does not necessarily follow upon the past, nor is the past only mechanically active in the present. As one stage set disappears and another one appears, there is an interval, a pregnant pause, a dead zone, in which the vertical and horizontal axes get realigned; we may experience this as an earthquake or a tidal wave that shatters and then reconstitutes the whole of the inter-dimensional structure.<BR/><BR/>Many new things then become possible, but this may or may not result in the projection of destruction onto physical time/ space. A continent sinks. The sun burns out. A wave consumes Valhalla, bringing to an end the blood- feast of the gods. The Venir and the Aesir, it must be said, are too drunk to be feeling any pain. Or, one actor has been momentarily transported from the theatre. The “pregnant pause” could just as easily result in the ecstasy of a shamanic flight, in the seeding of a more localized “omphalos”, or in the birth of transpersonal memory. Our “world” has been replaced with an almost exact duplicate. One actor has returned, only slightly the worse for wear, from his “close encounter” with the vertical axis; having reestablished “contact” with what existed before History.<BR/><BR/>Time is the magician whose tricks educate the audience; a master of bi-location, he then gladly joins them in a long round of applause.<BR/><BR/>Our preoccupation with linear ‘evolution” shows our incomplete grasp of the time-cycle, which, while not a form of exact repetition, does not involve the “creation” of any “higher” state of consciousness. Our experience is, in some peculiar way, important. “How” and “why” will at some point be self-evident, but are now, perhaps, self-evident only to our Doubles. It is he/ she/ it, the Double, who provokes the fear that all too often we project onto the world. Oddly, it is always the next production at the theatre that especially concerns us. If we are haunted by the catastrophes at the end of the last ice age—when the yogic technology of the Satya Yuga fell, not soon to be seen again—then we somehow do not locate the source of our emotion in the past. <BR/><BR/>This could be due to the continual meddling of the Watchers; to whose fascist network the Double may belong. How many cows have been sacrificed to the development of their superpowers? Experiments in recombinant DNA did not begin in the 1970s. We must push the date back by more than 11,000 years, to the wasteland that followed the last deluge. <BR/><BR/>As they hovered above the flood-plain, having said “goodbye” to the bodies they once loved, trauma became the fuel that powered their glass houses. Objectively, they have celebrated the destruction of their cities. Cosmic; their pathos. They have through the millennia made a virtue of Necessity. All memory of their actions is forbidden. For, now as then, we suspect that they do more than “watch”; even if we do not know what laws that have broken. <BR/><BR/>Our paranoia is, for the most part, justified; but its actual object is far stranger than we think. More intimate than one’s heartbeat. More “immanent” than death, which it resembles. As violent as one’s transubstantiation. In the end, perhaps courage is of more importance than any sharpening of our prophetic skills. "For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we still are just able to endure, and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Every angel is terrifying.”—Rilke.Brian Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01256565918271803962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-8941691564825588782009-01-20T01:03:00.000-08:002009-01-20T01:03:00.000-08:00Hi Blacklight, and thanks, because I see where you...Hi Blacklight, and thanks, because I see where you're coming from now. It seems that mistrust must be built into the very structure of my DNA, something I have yet to figure out how to change (By the way, I don't mean distrust of the Universe, because I have never felt the Universe to be anything other than loving and benevolent, but mistrust of all human authority, and the motives of those authorities.) It is the human realm that frightens me. <BR/><BR/>And no, aeolus, I don't want to go all quantum, its just that I don't agree with you, whether it was an opinion or just a statement. That doesn't mean I can't be persueded to change my mind, though.<BR/><BR/>p.s. I love and adore plant-life and am hoping that when I am ready the Universe will put some Liberty Caps in my yard or I'll chance upon an ergot infested field.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-20161612683435229042009-01-19T16:56:00.000-08:002009-01-19T16:56:00.000-08:00Briefly on CC: Journey to Ixtlan is a good place t...Briefly on CC: Journey to Ixtlan is a good place to start. The first book is darker and coarser, less a work of sorcery than the others, but still invaluable (not counting the absurd second part, "a structural analysis").<BR/><BR/>The books have enormous power - they act as openings into the second attention, and allow reader to connect to the beings and events (still on-going) described (in perhaps metaphorical, i.e., "fictional" terms) by Carlos.<BR/><BR/>As for respecting my "opinion" - i didn't give one.<BR/>"Anything we find out about a writer cannot change one iota the content of their books" - this is simply a statement of fact (unless you want to go all quantum on me).<BR/><BR/>thanks to Brian for these wonderfully complex analyses - hard to believe the kind of in-depth insights that are winding up occulted deep within stray threads inside the labyrinth of this recondite blog.<BR/><BR/>Future surfers will mine gold herein.Jasunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06645623536130682696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-24350967134722220572009-01-19T09:43:00.000-08:002009-01-19T09:43:00.000-08:00AG-I checked out that site about Grof's supposed w...AG-<BR/><BR/>I checked out that site about Grof's supposed wrong-doings and well. . .I did find some sort of cultish activity that perhaps was going on around Grof, but nothing about Grof himself that spoke of nefarious means or intention. The guy who writes that website had very little to go on and yet wrote a very long, circuitous piece supposedly proving that Grof and his HB is bullshit. Basically it centered around a woman who personally dealt with people who were harmed by the HB, she wrote a letter to Grof, and got a response back from some underling. . .there's nothing to show that Grof ever even received the letter!<BR/><BR/>In any case, I have little to no interest in Holotropic Breathwork, honestly. While it sounds interesting, and if I'm in a place where it's being offered I know I'll try it(Burning Man '09, who else is going?), what I'm getting after by even bringing up Grof is the archetypal symbology he presents as a result of his work with high-dose LSD sessions in a psychotherapeutic setting.<BR/><BR/>It is unfortunate that you had to endure such a traumatic pre-birth existence, and I feel for you. At least your mother wasn't so much a troubled individual that she offed you altogether before you had a chance to be born! My mention of the perinatal matrices is just to show yet another psychological model that can be applied to consensus reality to get an idea of what the hell is going on. I've found much gold in that particular model while some might find nothing. The fact that your womb experience wasn't blissful does not subtract from the archetypal power encoded in our genetic structure. People who were born cesarian would still come up with vaginal-birth trauma scenes under high dose sessions, speaking to the archetypal nature of these symbols.<BR/><BR/>As for Castaneda, try starting with Journey To Ixtlan, that was my first. Then Tales of Power and A Seperate Reality. The Teachings of Don Juan has never really attracted me, and after skimming it last night actually, I still don't feel the same magic from it, though there is still some good stuff in there, such as the notion of choosing a path with heart, and the idea that plants can be allies in the expansion of the warrior's consciousness. I say give 'em a whirl, you just might like it! ;-)Black Light in the Attic Podcasthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11186694965105290129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-7778525380642325822009-01-19T09:34:00.000-08:002009-01-19T09:34:00.000-08:00Hi Aeolus,Thank you for explaining your use of the...Hi Aeolus,<BR/><BR/>Thank you for explaining your use of the word “lateral”; it does seem to be a valuable concept. Here is another comment that I was working on before I read your response:<BR/><BR/>—Incidentally, the excerpt from “To Akasha/ Part 1; An Incantation for the End of History” was also not intended to be “lateral.” It was presented as an illustration of movement along the “vertical axis” of which I spoke; where all oppositions—such as “self” and “other”, “male” and “female”, “creation” and “destruction”, “past” and “future”—are reconfigured by the violence of primordial energy.<BR/> <BR/>Like you, I have for many years been haunted/ fascinated by the concept of the “apocalypse”, as well as challenged by the sense of “immanence” that attends it. <BR/><BR/>During the period of 1990-1993, after receiving “shaktipat” from Anandi Ma, my body/ mind became the playground for the clash of resurgent archetypes. It was no longer possible to view the “apocalypse” as a concept, or as something that might unfold at some point in the future; it was instead the stuff of my everyday experience. The body became my inter-dimensional vehicle; and the breath its means of locomotion.<BR/> <BR/>“To Akasha/ Part 1; An incantation for the End of History”, and its companion book, “To Akasha/ Part 2”, were begun in 1991, at the mid-point of this breakthrough, but, so complex were the literary and spiritual issues to resolve, that the final revisions on these books were not completed until last year. In these works, I almost always refer to myself in the third person; I do not use the word “I.” This helped to correct any tendency towards omnipotence—an almost inescapable temptation when one is drunk on Kundalini.<BR/><BR/>To what extent should my visions be interpreted as predictions? Should “the mile-high wave”, for example, be interpreted as a metaphor? On the other hand, the Arctic and Antarctic icecaps do seem to be melting, and sea levels may rise by as much as 60 feet in the lifetime of my daughter; glacial shearing may prompt the formation of catastrophic waves, leading to the submersion of many cities along coasts. <BR/><BR/>All emotions must be examined, and even our most cherished concepts overturned. It is important to respect the ambiguity of the image.<BR/><BR/>It has been an age since the Tablets of Destiny were other than dead objects in our hands. The best translation of this “ur-text” was the first one to be lost, while the worst was the one that got handed down through time. There are versions, and more versions of the text, from all of which pieces have been randomly removed. We are the all too human beings upon whom tricks can be played. Always, there are projections—and pregnant ones—of which even the Double remains unaware.<BR/><BR/>By a kick now awakened from the dream of recorded History, I find that I have only as much knowledge as I need; no more and no less. From each according to his desire for omnipotence; to each, as he learns his lesson. Or so the revolutionary council would prefer us to believe. Time will tell. It is possible that Love will in the end make fools of us all, if Death does not do so first. <BR/><BR/>That some force has realigned the vertical and the horizontal axes; of that I have little doubt, but the preexistent Voice does not always guide my actions. It comes and goes, as it chooses. <BR/><BR/>There are many days, still, when I would echo Rilke’s lament in “The Notebooks of Malte Laurids-Brigge”, where he—or rather his alter-ego—wrote, “Have I said it before? I am learning to see. Yes, I am beginning. It is still going badly. But I intend to make the most of my time.”<BR/><BR/>We must kill the gods, especially the real ones; as they have stolen the keys that were to open every heart. For better or for worse, we have no choice but to trust our vision, even knowing that it must always be imperfect; such “imperfection” is not due to any accident of perspective, but instead to the primal schism between worlds. The “inside” looks a bit different than the “outside.” Yes, the “above” is a mirror, but it is not exactly the “same as” the “below."<BR/><BR/>The Square Circle is a work in progress.Brian Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01256565918271803962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-28612484876511288102009-01-19T07:09:00.000-08:002009-01-19T07:09:00.000-08:00Hi Aeolus,As regards the “encoding” of “apocalypti...Hi Aeolus,<BR/><BR/>As regards the “encoding” of “apocalyptic” images in the structure of time/ space/ consciousness; I had argued, in my previous post, for an open-ended interpretation of the “die off” of our species, and of all other such “objective correlatives” for our fears. We must guard against what Whitehead refers to as “the fallacy of misplaced concreteness”; one person’s portent is another’s souvenir.<BR/><BR/>Grof’s “perinatal matrices” also speak to this simultaneous existence of a “beginning” and an “end.” “Apocalyptic’ images are encoded in the very process of our birth; any large-scale “expansion” of the psychonaut’s consciousness can reactivate the trauma of this earlier “contraction”; the experience is overwhelming, and immediate, but when an already completed story is reenacted for a “subject”, does the spectacle take place in the present, in the future, or in the past? <BR/><BR/>Biology both recapitulates and prefigures the larger process of “cosmogenesis.”<BR/><BR/>We may feel that some world-shattering event is just around the corner. As always, it is “just about” to occur; this does not mean that the images and emotions generated are not, in fact, the circuitous projections of a “memory.” Conversely, the fact that an already complete “apocalypse” might exist in its own dimension, like a bomb, does not mean that its explosive energy cannot spill over into ours; any more than the brain is incapable of exerting an influence on the hand. <BR/><BR/>That the world has already ended; of this we may be certain. But is it the end of “a world” or of “the world”, and is the spectacle of the linear or the non-linear variety? It is reassuring that the prophets of world destruction have proven almost 100% wrong—and yet…One might justifiably wonder if our amnesia as to the length of recorded history is an issue.<BR/><BR/>A slow, staircase-shaped, sequence of disintegration—what John Michael Greer describes as “catabolic collapse”; of crises followed by periods of partial adaptation and recovery— is probably the more common pattern for the decline of civilizations. At the same time, this does not mean that there have been no all-consuming catastrophes, in which thousands of years of development have been wiped out (relatively speaking) overnight. I believe that the world-wide network of megalithic sites is a testament to this reality. <BR/><BR/>These giant-works are cues, the hieroglyphs of Kundalini, which we, in our quest for eternal youth, have chosen to ignore; they point to how easily the evidence of past world destructions can be hidden, by our preconceptions, in plain sight. As each day the polar magnetism that protects Earth from the Sun decreases.Brian Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01256565918271803962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-53745440747617248592009-01-19T06:03:00.000-08:002009-01-19T06:03:00.000-08:00Hi aeolus. It was The Art of Dreaming. I;ll have...Hi aeolus. It was The Art of Dreaming. I;ll have to give some of the other ones another try. I knew nothing about any of this stuff when I tried reading it and it seemed like nonsense at the time...but that may be because I tried the wrong book...and it might seem different now because I have grown alot since then (I was and still am, VERY interested in dreaming and dream life). And its that "critical eye" I mean to emphasize when I say I mistrust Grof. I'm sure that that gentleman has vast knowlege (both professional and personal) of the human psyche. But what if the "proof of the pudding" ends up damaging me? Although I respect your opinion, I do not share it and have to go with my gut on this one. I have read about breathwork and was curious about it, but the experience might only be as good as the breathwork coach (or whatever they call themselves). What if they aren't any good? There are diploma mills for these kinds of therapies...a 2 or 3 day course can net a person an impressive looking diploma to hang on the wall and as for references, what proof is there (unless it is a personal acquaintance) that the references are genuine and not people shilling for kickbacks? You said on a SW that you didn't feel comfortable opening your conciousness with a certain person that was at a group session (at any rate, I think that's what you said, forgive me if my memeory is faulty), well, I wouldn't feel comfortable doing breathwork with a coach who wasn't someone I knew very, very well. And even then, given Grof's pedigree, I still wouldn't trust it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-21107209297028186542009-01-18T22:28:00.000-08:002009-01-18T22:28:00.000-08:00Brian: "Lateral thinking is about reasoning that i...Brian: "Lateral thinking is about reasoning that is not immediately obvious and about ideas that may not be obtainable by using only traditional step-by-step logic. Techniques that apply lateral thinking to problems are characterized by the shifting of thinking patterns, away from entrenched or predictable thinking to new or unexpected ideas." <BR/><BR/>Your injection of poetic fiction into the discussion - a more right-brain mode of expression - struck me as "lateral" because it went straight to the heart of the subject, rather than retaining the usual distance required for intellectual debate.<BR/><BR/>"Let me phrase this in a different way: we must be militantly open in our descriptions of how the horizontal and the vertical axes intersect. Viewed from the perspective of the horizontal axis, the “apocalypse” is the eruption of repressed archetypal forces onto the stage-set of the objective world; it is the projection of the vertical axis onto History; the penetration of dead cultural forms by the violence of primordial energy."<BR/><BR/>That's a lovely "definition" (if you'll allow the term), poetic and mysterious, and yet also quite precise. I'm glad i used the rather lazy term "lateral" (my way of admitting that I couldn't fully formulate a response to your input), since it has inspired this more "literal" description from you.<BR/><BR/>AG: Which Castaneda? If it was "Art of Dreaming," then ignore it: it was (I believe) written by an apprentice after Carlos lost his marbles, based on CC's notes. (There is solid info in it, but it is poorly written and finally unconvincing.) The rest of the books (not counting Wheel of Time compendium and Magical Passes nonsense) are purest alchemical gold - invaluable tools for every budding autist/shaman/schizo/sorcerer. <BR/><BR/>I agree wholeheartedly with Sancho on this point: proof of pudding is in the eating. Anything we find out about a writer cannot change one iota the content of their books (tho it may cause us to look at them again with a more critical eye).Jasunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06645623536130682696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-9991103150256732272009-01-18T17:10:00.000-08:002009-01-18T17:10:00.000-08:00Blacklight: About fetal life and the direct conne...Blacklight: About fetal life and the direct connection to one's mother. Yes, I know all about how the fetus floats in the amniotic fluid bath and gets its food and oxygen from the mother via the umbilical cord, but what if the mother DOESN'T WANT THE CHILD??? The child will also imbibe the feelling of not being wanted because emotions are biochemical and cross the placenta along with nutrients. The only time I felt wanted by my mother was before she knew she was pregant, while I was nothing more than a zygote (and women unconciously know they are pregnant long before they know it conciously). And I didn't have to use some odd breathing technique to access the knowlege...I just asked the question, "When was the last time I felt wanted by my mother", quieted my mind, and waited. The answer I got was a genuine one, borne of fetal experience and not "thought up" or invented or given to me by "guided imagery" or popular sentiment. That is how I know that fetal life can be very unhappy. So generally, fetal life might be bliss, but individually it definitely might not be, and when you use the general to dismiss the individual, then you are waffling.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-63327562124372748992009-01-18T11:48:00.000-08:002009-01-18T11:48:00.000-08:00Hi Aeolus,I am puzzled by your description of my c...Hi Aeolus,<BR/><BR/>I am puzzled by your description of my comment on the “apocalypse” as “lateral”; it is lateral only if it has not been clearly expressed and/ or understood. My point was that apocalyptic images are encoded in the structure of time/ space/ consciousness, and can be encountered, as well as understood, in a great variety of ways. A wholesale “die off” of the human race is one that most immediately comes to mind, but this view appeals, perhaps too mechanically, to our desire for Wagnerian drama, and depends as well upon a suspect concept of linear time.<BR/><BR/>That the “apocalypse” is “immanent”, I do not doubt; but it is the meaning of the word “immanent” that I would like to call into question. <BR/><BR/>Let me phrase this in a different way: we must be militantly open in our descriptions of how the horizontal and the vertical axes intersect. Viewed from the perspective of the horizontal axis, the “apocalypse” is the eruption of repressed archetypal forces onto the stage-set of the objective world; it is the projection of the vertical axis onto History; the penetration of dead cultural forms by the violence of primordial energy. <BR/><BR/>Viewed from the perspective of the vertical axis, however, the “apocalypse” might best be understood as a reflexively triggered spectacle, a trial by fire at the boundary between worlds. It signifies, quite simply, that the explorer has successfully entered into the axis, taking the whole of both the personal and the collective Psyche with him, and is being powered by a sufficiently explosive degree of force. The person who has entered is not the same as the being who will exit.Brian Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01256565918271803962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-30509437276331140152009-01-18T05:39:00.000-08:002009-01-18T05:39:00.000-08:00Blacklight: check out www.citizeninitiative.com, ...Blacklight: check out www.citizeninitiative.com, make sure to see the link called Neglected Papers on Stanislav Grof. Grof has all the CIA, SRI, Tavistock, Esalen connections that make whatever he has to say suspect in my book. And I wasnt' talking about you personally, just those arm-chair phycho-tourists who think that because they've taken some ayahuasca or DMT in a nice, safe, controled setting or undergone "breathwork", again in a controled setting, that they know what identity loss is all about. I am not saying a person cannot learn some very hard lessons about themselves in this way, because of course they can!, but that isn't what identity loss is. If you want to see identity loss, dissolution of the ego and invasion by the unconcious, go to the "tenderloin" district of any large city. Hell, just go to the Port Authority in New York City. Take a little tour. Talk to a bag lady, or a homeless guy. THAT is what living with identity loss and invasion of the unconcious is like. I was curious about "breathwork" at one time, too, and so I did a Google search, but I found the CI website and the neglected papers on Grof right away, maybe because after reading them I realized that "breathwork" would have been very harmful to me. So perhaps my "greater self", which knows so much more than "I" do, was protecting me, which may be why the info on Grof was easy for me to find. If you had a good experience with it, then I am glad for you. But for me, anything that comes from the background of gov't (or even privite) mind control projects is not to be trusted.<BR/><BR/>p.s. I have never read Castaneda...the one book of his I tried to read bored me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-27362635707838670712009-01-17T14:33:00.000-08:002009-01-17T14:33:00.000-08:00thanks to Brian G for that pleasantly lateral inpu...thanks to Brian G for that pleasantly lateral input, and esp. for the Rilke quote, with is very apropos.<BR/><BR/>Since what i foresee for the immediate future (as anyone who had read Lucid View would know GRRRR) isn't a million miles away from the christian idea of judgment day, an influx of archetypal energy or demon/angel-invasion that is probably contingent on or synonymous with a spontaneous kundalini rising in the body of the earth, hence of humanity (or is that vice versa?) and yeah, the release of all the latent DMT reservoirs within our bodies and brains.<BR/><BR/>Why do i believe this? Because it's fun to! As Sancho says, live as if it's gonna happen and we don't have to worry about whether it is or not. One way or another it's our destiny and there ain't no way to escape it.<BR/><BR/>Sancho - don't mind AG's "attacks" - if you hadn't just arrived (or if you checked some older posts), you'd know that emotionality is AG's way and perhaps learn to enjoy it as (I think) the rest of us have. One thing about AG, she speaks her mind. And she wasn't entirely wrong. When it comes to identity loss, we are all beginners, and anyone who downplays terror and madness in the lead up to galactic ecstasy is either soft-pedaling and sugar-coating, or they just ain't experienced.<BR/><BR/>Appreciate your candor: i imagine most of us have been "wandering through the dark forest" of identity crisis ever since the penny dropped that multiple personality disorder is the human condition. Time to reign those demons in and ride 'em.<BR/><BR/>If every angel is terrible, every demon is lovely.Jasunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06645623536130682696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-86615932270833496562009-01-17T10:36:00.000-08:002009-01-17T10:36:00.000-08:00Aurora girl, I'm not understanding you. First, I'...Aurora girl, I'm not understanding you. <BR/><BR/>First, I've never found any dirt on Stan Grof, and after just googling I came up short again. If it's so easy to find dirt on this guy, what am I doing wrong? And yes I can and do separate the man and the ideas. A perfect example of this is Carlos Castaneda who wrote amazing books but ended up falling into the asshole guru trap. <BR/><BR/>When I mention Fuller I don't mean it to say that we can still keep living the way we are living now. I disagree with that notion to my very core. I do mean to say that there are possibilities for living on this planet with this many people, that's all. I don't think we need 6billioin people around, especially considering most are unconscious dullards, but hey, I'm just here for the view.<BR/><BR/>"It seems to me that not one of you (besides AK, of course) really understands the gravity of what an identity shift or loss of identity means. You seem to like to play at it with psychedelics and "rebirthings", but essentially seem to be dilitants, kind of like psycho-tourists. Well, if what I have been sensing my whole life is coming, then you are going to get a bad case of tourista (the shits, in case my spelling is wrong)."<BR/><BR/>This statement to me is a little baffling and all in all does nothing to add to the conversation in a constructive way. Without knowing anything about me or my understandings and experiences you lump both myself and psychedelic experience and being pscho-tourism, and I'm sorry to say but you couldn't be further from the truth! I full well understand what a change in identity, loss of identity, ego-death, etc is all about. Although you could counter that simply by saying that I don't know what I'm talking about, and the wheel keeps turning. Were you to really address any of my points(which I offered simply because AK invited me to join the convo, btw) then we'd have something to work with. But offhandedly dismissing what I've said just shuts down communication and does not enhance our dialogue.<BR/><BR/>AK, if everyone were plunged into some ultra consciousness such as found while on DMT then all bets are off and even this conversation we're having is moot. Such an event would change all rules. Does anyone really believe that this is a highly likely possibility? Let's say it happens, well then it's yet another situation we all have to deal with. You, I, or anyone else can't imagine what such a situation would be like or even what to do once it does happen. I'm focusing on this world for now, as well as any higher worlds I'm allowed access to. But really, such a question is unanswerable.<BR/><BR/>I do sense a shift of sorts coming, although I don't think it will happen to everyone. The veils between worlds seem to be thinning, but I think that only those more sensitive to this will be greatly effected by it, and those are the people who are preparing for such a reality anyway. I don't know what's going to happen any more than anyone else, so such speculation appears to be fruitless. I work every day, every moment, to enhance my own awareness and that is the most I can do. Worrying or wondering if we're all headed for some great shift in dimensional awareness is pointless when I'm preparing myself for such a possibility anyways. <BR/><BR/>IF we all do suddenly find our self in the 4d, Hyperspace, or whatever then, well, hang on!!! ;-)<BR/><BR/>Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride.<BR/><BR/>Back to Auroragirl, I'd like to continue talking with you, although unless you actually add something to this conversation it will be difficult. You do come across as having something to say, and I'd like to bounce ideas, as always. But, for now, I'm baffled by your assertion that I don't understand identity loss, as I have no fucking clue who I am! I mean that seriously and in jest, but seriously, I broke with "me" a very long time ago and have been wandering through the dark forest ever since. . .it's been a long decade.Black Light in the Attic Podcasthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11186694965105290129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-562448695645873722009-01-16T17:58:00.000-08:002009-01-16T17:58:00.000-08:00sic it to 'em , girl! : Dsic it to 'em , girl! : DJasunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06645623536130682696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-55079711667067423142009-01-16T17:07:00.000-08:002009-01-16T17:07:00.000-08:00Blacklight, refering to S. Grof, I don't see how y...Blacklight, refering to S. Grof, I don't see how you can separate the ideas from the man. If you want the dirt of S. Grof, look for yourself because its easy enough to find. And I totally agree with Fuller, after all, we are sustaining 6 billion now, but you are still talking as if everything can change and yet still remain the same, which is what I think AK meant with his comment about the 7-Eleven stores. It seems to me that not one of you (besides AK, of course) really understands the gravity of what an identity shift or loss of identity means. You seem to like to play at it with psychedelics and "rebirthings", but essentially seem to be dilitants, kind of like psycho-tourists. Well, if what I have been sensing my whole life is coming, then you are going to get a bad case of tourista (the shits, in case my spelling is wrong).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-62578316378856515402009-01-16T16:28:00.000-08:002009-01-16T16:28:00.000-08:00Sounder wrote - "In old times the shaman may have ...Sounder wrote - "In old times the shaman may have been freaks but they were still seen as protectors of the community, this has not changed."<BR/><BR/>Ha ha, that's truer than you think. The shaman, levites, druids, and general priest-hoodlums are exactly like that guy who offers to "watch your car" for a couple of buck, at first you think you don't need it, but then you notice that XL pipe wrench hanging out of his pocket. Papa shaman sits at the bow of the Federal Reserve Board, or the IMF, and yes, they are still seen as protectors of the community. The actual blood sacrifice is an anachronism. Why bother when you can sacrifice billions upon billions of dollars (via bailouts or whatever) in blood (or at the very least, misery) money to appease the "gods". Only the gods or god is always busy, so let his earthly representatives hold it until Zeus/Jehovah can get an armored mothership around to Earth to pick it up.<BR/><BR/>All this pie in the sky shamanic ascension global DMT shift talk is fantastic stuff. I wonder if this is the kind of stuff other creatures of prey telepathically communicate to each other when they aren't being chased down and eaten.<BR/><BR/>The C stands for Chololate.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-61602890105507803302009-01-16T11:07:00.000-08:002009-01-16T11:07:00.000-08:00Hi All,Here is an excerpt from my book “To Akasha/...Hi All,<BR/><BR/>Here is an excerpt from my book “To Akasha/ Part 1; An Incantation for the End of History”, which explores a number of the issues discussed above in this forum. “Akasha”, a female personification of the memory of space, and “the courier”, my alter-ego, are the two main characters. In these sections, “the courier” is being carried on a “mile-high wave”, as it rampages over and takes apart the surface of the Earth. The excerpt begins at the end of section 8 and continues through section 11. It reads as follows:<BR/><BR/>“His seed has staged a jailbreak out of the urinal of Hermes. Through the wavebands of Atlantic blue your broken SS swimmer surges. He is borne away still singing on the surface of the mile high troughs.<BR/><BR/>He now identifies himself with ocean. His body has become the body of an ocean- an ocean now expanding and boiling to all compass points. An ocean now dismantling the grammar of the corpse of 1 world language. An ocean now unfastening with force the great rainbow bra of Asia. An ocean laying siege to silos of the Soviet experiment. An ocean now uncoupling into the quadrants of the sky. <BR/><BR/> 9<BR/><BR/>Stories become simultaneous. Recitations echo in a multitude of languages. Your courier has followed the contraction of 5 ages into the data-packet of 1 human ego, and then out again to the circumference of space. The planets are cardboard cutouts. It is possible to peek behind them.<BR/><BR/>He would bring to you what is not and cannot be known by the walkers of the sky, by those messengers never subject to amnesia, by those who have not jumped head first into death. Like a mother he would bear the bones of Auschwitz and of Buchenwald. <BR/><BR/> 10<BR/><BR/>The age of iron has approached its end. Heaven is untuned. Libra- bound and gagged. The constellations screw each other. The sun burns out.<BR/><BR/>Guardian aliens on their radar screens now supervise his progress. He has been plotted out on each 1 of the 10 dimensions of a fractal wave. He now flies against the face of the unmanifest. Against the letter of the law he has warred through all of history. It is the letter that kills. He is innocent. There is clean blood on his hands.<BR/><BR/>Your singer has dismantled Allah on the quartz heights of Afghanistan. He now rides the wave convulsing up the lightning spine of Atlas. He has lifted from the back of Atlas the imagined weight of worlds. He has lashed with laws of occult harmony the miles of Mt. Meru. He has scoured the crystal of Mt. Kanaloa.<BR/> <BR/>He has laid siege to the boundary of a sphere, to the 7th chakra of the 3rd blue planet. <BR/><BR/>Your Islamic Elvis has now goose-stepped over Israel towards a star. He now swivels on a typhoon through the Golan Heights. His legs are lightning. A tornado is his megaphone. His wave towers up the steppes of Assur and the crags of the Transcaucasus. <BR/><BR/>The great white Tetragramaton has shattered on a cliff. Whalebones by the thousands burn on the heights of Macchu Picchu. <BR/><BR/> 11 <BR/> <BR/>Assiyah, "the world of making," has now drawn near to climax. The 5th world has approached its end.<BR/><BR/>Your 1st man sheds a tear. He refuses to excuse the violence of 12,000 years of supermen. He has drowned a migration of horsemen due to insult to his mother.<BR/><BR/>He now blows up his sex dolls on a wave above Tajikistan. On a ripple over the Forbidden City he now opens canisters of neurotoxin. Hexavalent botulism will cut the zeros from large numbers. Excess reproduction has diluted the primal power of each archetype. There can only be 1 victor in the war of any against all. <BR/><BR/>He now practices his mantras on a wave above the killing fields of Angkor Watt, above the storage dumps of Colorado. He has weaponized the octaves of the flying buttresses at Chartres. He has let loose gargoyles from the roof of Rheims. On each peak of the Himalayas he has spun on its head an alien.<BR/><BR/>Earth’s continents have been dismantled into atoms. They are built again as holograms. <BR/><BR/>He has traveled in a trance above a chaos of Pacific currents. He has stood with his 2 feet planted on the gods at Easter Island. Your man of light now sweats dead potentates from every pore. His black vimana has appeared on the horizon. Its V8 feeds on DNA. It looks like a computer chip, or like a vast transparent city.<BR/><BR/>He has won acclaim as a volcano god. No virgin offering is ever beautiful enough. He has sucked the wealth from cargo cults. He has provoked a wave of suicides among the cannibals of Borneo. <BR/><BR/>His active mode geometry has now smashed its way through Luxor. Few appreciate the Sound of Music. The USA has now torn open like a sun. The evangelists and their daughters have been swept from closets by a skeletal Pope Innocent. Flash frozen cities now erupt out of Antarctica. The Roman statues stand erectile on the horrors of the atomic surf.”Brian Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01256565918271803962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20312680.post-87747572501933138022009-01-16T11:00:00.000-08:002009-01-16T11:00:00.000-08:00Oh well, I suppose the house needs a good cleaning...Oh well, I suppose the house needs a good cleaning anyway.<BR/><BR/>Peace outSounderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15405263399824958614noreply@blogger.com