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Sometimes people do not forgive you. Its so simple to type this out but it is something which weighs so heavy on the heart. But it is ok if they do not. What we can do is to try to be better as people; to and for ourselves and to and for others and the world around us. Accepting this is hard but it is necessary. Its ok to not be forgiven. But if your intentions are true and even if your apology is not accepted or even communicating it could bring harm or unease to the other parties involved, remember: every day is a new day to work on yourself. The world itself can be unforgiving. We have to be strong in one sense and also gentle in another. This is what it means to be human. Regardless of how I may feel now or yesterday or in a week, I know my life and your life is a gift and through the many ways we may have squandered intimate relations both familial and otherwise we can find strength in knowing that we can always be better. That our past mistakes can become some of our greatest assets, as someone once wrote.

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Truth and deceit given

In equal measure,

Inundated with

Abstraction

And interpretation.

Weight to carry,

Stones to cast,

Seperating the wheat from the chaff.

It is an easy temptation

To throw the first stone;

But those who resist

Exist in truth alone.

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The problem with face-to-face communication today is the fact that the issues at hand are so multifaceted and laced to their core with subterfuge, deceit and covert and overt violence both physically and psychically that trying to even start the conversation of the who, what, how and why of the situation(s)at present are segmented by polarization. One person may say it is one thing and another, another cause. Small pockets of violence in corners of nation and earth immediate and distant yet at the same time, living in the sped-up, tranquilized mundane has made us all insane to some degree. Indeed, the rapid regime-pace of media and technology has sped us up more to a degree that has destabilized even the average mind; where before a lesser degree of the population who felt the birthpangs and shockwaves of this tumult of information overload were scorned, now nearly all feel it; yet still there needs to be similar scapegoats-archetypes to look down upon and use as fodder to project our own instability onto. The saying "when you point a finger at someone, three fingers and a thumb point right back at you" is relevant now for more reasons esoterically than are understood as yet; our own begetting of karma upon others rebounds and we find ourselves spun out on strange chemicals and cheap liquors. Fiscal debt like sand grains tick their military pace and numbers become a source of anxiety. The smell of gas still has the same allure as it did to us as children but as we fill our tanks up and are forced to bear the insipid ads built into the service machine itself we cannot help but wonder if by even performing these everyday rituals, by our very complicity we further fuel our own funeral pyre. To cope with such a behemoth of an issue as we face today is not simply to acknowledge a partly-staged war is looming but that we are being corralled into some even more hideous pen than we are already in. How do we deal with this? Do not be the corpse sleepwalking into the casket of tomorrow.

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A parasite can live relatively cohesively with its host provided it does not overtake said host's ability to obtain and utilize nutrients. We see this, for example, in orchid seedlings with the phenomena of Mychorrhiza; where fungal networks enshroud the vascular root system of the fledgling seed and help it obtain nutrients and shield it from otherwise harmful factors in the soil environment. But in human and animal populations, the parasitism done by humans themselves on their own kind and the world around them has become unteneble. The parasite(in human context)has its own species as its target organism. And this is what we aim to abolish ideally through peaceful but defiant and clever measures

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A hymn of the sparks in praise of the fire, or,

Liquid Earth Symphony

1. Reap at the altar what the mind hath sown

Mind and matter, muscle and bone.

Like water we flow, to endless infinity,

Oh soft, supple life, what sweet virginity.

2. We came from a primeval cry. Uttered by the tongue of something alien, yet so familiar it aches of memory. Something which bound shell-to-shell and sealed us to the yawning horizon, we Children of Worms,

We, who sing with the Objects of Earth, into this Armor of Ignorance.

3. In dreams we have copulated thousands of times within the Pathless Realms of lightning, of subtle divinity, while each time we birthed new inconceivable streaks of electric which held our dancing dendrites.

4. The stars faltered, the Heavens hesitated, reluctant, falling in motion,

like liquid steel. What touch, what movements brought us here? From the birth of matter spreading in time across all of existence, like a running liquid of tears across the old, warm, thick floor of a forest.

5. Recruiting dust marriage, hallowed, luminous Helios, whose abode be the swirling discus of dysfunctional order, how, through the dainty and subtle and secret conversings of particles and the crashing of rock and water, fire and stars, how were you, mindful beauty, Spirit, Soul, Voice, reflection and form, resurrected from the depths of the thoughtless void?

6. Crossings of molecules and the frenetic waltzes of nerves fit together like fragments of something broken yet grasping for it’s own unification, like lodestones together as comrades and in conflict working,

7. What motion brought your undulating network of nervous vessels and arteries, your pale dust flesh, into this particular Instance of Incarnation, this moment, forever, right now?

8. How did a universe of swirling entropic violence form an elaborate mirror of itself to view the pin-points of bright, silent fire in the night which birthed it, to contemplate itself?

9. We’ve married our flesh to the hymn of the fleeting, we’ve melted and melded into each other like rain into the ocean and birthed innumerable realities(though fleeting, always there).

10. We have tripped upon the skittering lights in fantastic displays of wild abandonment, watched billions of beings rise from the depths of automatonics to sentient brashness and melt away into sun-bleached, hollow skeletons.

11. We’ve watched the jagged, new-born cliffs reach like cracked and crooked fangs towards the Boundless Blue Void in an endless race of hunger for Heaven, and be drowned in the waves of angry waters for a time, who shape them and swallow them.

12. Like falling teeth the morass of meteor’d rain pelts us but we don’t seem to mind as flesh is only an option in this eternally sustained moment.

13. We have set brothers and sisters alight with the loving mana of inspiration and cannibalized the weakness of invading tribes and kinsmen alike in the bleak, bone-cracking cell of winter.

14. We’ve sown corridors of civilization across the hot sands and vibrating primeval forests, watched as desperate mothers gave up their children to dirty gods who plagued like locusts, ever-hungry and ravaging to the end.

15. We, who have witnessed ever-hungry ghosts swallow strength and power until only a husk remained, which dropped down into the soil like a sickly seed.

16. We, who have measured sickness in years, and have seen the ugliness of gluttony in all shapes take form and feed on the restless souls lying in their own waste.

17.And we have watched as fires raced to kiss the painted firmament, where a pale moon licked itself awake under the auspices of a death-dark generation.

18. We, who have been ever-present to experience and become one with the cosmic throne spread out across the sky like drunken vomit of ecstasy

19. For we dawn the Armor of Ignorance to experience the acute pain of temporality, dawn it to experience ourselves, to feel, to remember- to remember what it is like to learn, to be ignorant, to cry , to sing, to laugh, nurture, kill and torture

20. And we dawn the flesh to feel the poisoned sting of anger and the crushing wounds of sadness and the experience of shifting malevolence, the raw manipulation of feelings- our sickness, necessary part, alone awake in those small spaces of night, obsessively calculating how many bodies shall lie grieving beneath the Holy Metropolii of Manifold Madness

21. Covered head to toe in the shades of fear forever locked in the chthonic void of our own infernos of nihilistic dread, always hungry and gnawing at the frayed tapestry within our trembling hands, stagnating our brains

22. And we dawn the flesh to live in Hell and swelter among the countless unconscious generations of beings seething through time and playing their parts, who came together at the whim and will of gravity and necessity, to create complex machinations capable of acknowledging themselves and their actions.

23. We’ve watched as myriad suns have set upon countless civilizations, atrophied and falling back into countless anti-patterned ruinations, untold funeral pyres of forgotten chieftans wink out unceremoniously like ghost-lights on distant peaks, worlds which have now become estranged from all life and light.

24. We have witnessed the primordial armies of enslaved phantoms destruction’d with the single, complacent breath of a spectral wind-

spirits betrayerd by the power of gales, spirits who are eternally shaking, aching for crystallization, for substance, form, shaking, frenzied, yet mute to mortal ears. 25 We, who have lovingly looked upon the newborn dressings of dawn mothering it’s writhing masses of blind worm-like beauties, watching them squirm over each other to at least feel the faint warmth of The Matriarch's Light. 26. They praise without words, without dogma- every movement a hymn to that Nameless Mystery. 27. We are the swords which cover the faces of leering stone God Kings, we are the soil that covers the great granite palaces from which arrogant and mighty dynasties toppled each other and whole races along with them. We are the hands which have sewn together the infant nightmares which have left us screaming and sweat-sick, drenched longing for the delirium to subside into silence. 28 We, who are the deliquescing decay of the Mammalian experiment, whose liquid nectar from our crumbling cadavers feed gods innumerable- of rapid wing movements and antennae, of blind mandible and moist joints, the gods of buzzing- the trumpet calls of death- gods of the hive. 29. We are the instantaneous dissipation of memory that isn’t, and cosmos that never were. 30. We, who have married ourselves to the experience and have watched eternally restrained shades climbing higher above the planets, like sparks of a fire or chords and notes of a hallowed chant, drifting in space, 31. That ever-gyrating prison and palace of sentience, Drawn into and out from The Eternity of Storms, erratically thrust into the Outer Darkness where the hidden intentions of man plainly germinate. 32. The soul-sucking death, night-clad tempest, The threshold of creation, sustainment and destruction, recyclement, the CROSS of Light in Pathless Realms. 33. For The Bright Silence is the Ghost of us all. 34. We have witnessed exhausted stars relieve themselves of weight. 35. Tired, broken, they will collapse, 36. An always known and ever-lurking fate. 37. In eternal lust, gravity circles the ethereal rain of celestially sea-soaked souls who fall, glittering, shrieking, into Shadow’s mouth, Seshetu, ever-watchful like birds of prey. 38. Between the zig-zagging tears of light The Jaws of Night lie chained back, struggling to breach the trembling temple of temporality. 39. Here, with the changing of seconds, time is disfigured. 40. Give it it’s beauty! It’s declarative “something!” 41. “We were once that”, sighs unnamed skeletons from forgotten alien burial grounds, long estranged into obscurity. 42. With all that we have witnessed, all we have touched, all that we have experienced, we know now they are just empty obstructions. Marred, forever faceless, the changeless sea has no taste. 43. Our senses are the death of scenery. 44. I have seen all the things we trample, create, become Eulogies for The Nameless Mystery.

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There was a moment when the blood released;

I knew it had gone too far

Even before the prick of skin,

Even before the poison tipped wand

Entered my body's field,

I knew I had crossed a line

That I had crossed many times.

I knew I had let phantoms and friends down

Without them even knowing it yet.

"There is a moment in every day,

That Satan cannot find..."

Maybe, maybe.

I dont know if one can calculate

The validity of that statement, fully.

This gyrating mechanism

Spasming in my chest,

Why does it feel shame?

Why does it hold this uncouth brain

Accountable for its tenuous excuses?

I am not mad; rather, even in the depths

Of something truly black and consuming,

I still find the surrealness of this body,

And others.

Its hard to be perfect.

In fact, its impossible.

(Maybe not)

But we still try for those we love

And for ourselves.

But diminishing returns

And the gravity of worldwide demolition

Weighs so heavy.

We need to be strength with each other.

Whoever you are: do not give up-i wont

If you wont-

A total stranger to you.

I'll bear the load i must as you will too.

And we shall lift up this curse from our backs.

But patience is a necessity.

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Tough Tuesdays #4:

The puppet currently in the whitehouse authorized an executive order to "modernize influenza vaccines" and most likely other ones, signed 19th september 2019. Couple this with warp-speed, the mrna inoculations, the event 201 tabletop exercises of 2019 and the corona fiasco and nanotechnology being implemented into the inoculations as well as the technological infastructure to fascilitate wireless connectivity and literal manipulation of unwhitting recipients of said technologies for the purposes of control and exploitation. Even if it wasn't him these plans would still have gone into effect regardless. I write this because wherever i see those who are allied on the left-leaning side of things they talk of healthcare security and transparency and reform while the right-leaning either champion the puppet's plans or they overlook his role in the rollout of this perverse racket. Neither trump, his gang, nor any orher current mainline political group in this country are 'on your side'. "Gang Serves Lies"- Robinson Jeffers

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This is an article by an account I've followed off and on for a few years now. They post esoteric, thought-provoking articles on a lot of ideas and topics I post on here as well. A good read.

Also of note is Jung's formulation of the equation of the movements of the symbolic process of transformation he writes of in Aion; the ABCD formula that is depicted as a sort of fractal square-like movement in which the processes of the rotundrum moves sun-wise:

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Mercury in Aries

Speech honed like a blade or a spear, a staff even. There is the feeling of needing to get out what is deemed most necessary in a forthright and straightforward way; and this can cause much frustration as you feel, though not much should be spoken of as action is your main priority, the right words should be chosen and aligned in a specific way as to incite the thinking and feeling passions of the others whom you communicate with. At times it may seem to others you are nagging them by poking and prodding with the same formulations and sentences. But this is because you aim for directness and though you may sound like a broken record it is to help move others into dynamic and advantageous positions. But in exhalted energy, meaning when this disposition of speech and thought is in an active and more dynamic state itself, you find enjoyment honing your whit upon the sharpness or dullness of others' minds. In its ideal state, this form of thought/communication is the sword forged patiently but directly and intentionally, until glowing hot its proportions are exact and fitting for strength in protection and offensive meeting of metal-to-metal. In deleterious modes, this kind of thought-speech configuration is prone to frustration and impatience which can often lead to a smouldering and angry silence, or words used to lash out like one wildly flinging a knife around in blind frenzy. When one creates a staff, a spear, a sword, or a farming implement, a tool, there needs to be a level of coolheadedness and, again, a patience and adherence to a general shape, form or blueprint to follow in order to create the item to its workable proportions. When explaining the process of carving an ornate staff, or forging a blade or some other metal implement- in short, what kind of direction goes into its creative process, the instructions must be simple but comprehensive and not lacking. They must explain fully the object with which that stage of creation aims towards in order to succeed to previous stages and help to form the next stages. And when creating these sorts of things, it is ideal to directly, person-to-person, show them how this is done. Thus it is with the Mercury in Aries configuration.

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Tough Tuesdays #3

Those of us who did not take the Secular Sacrament, the machine-"god" inoculation, nor get the swab tests- in brief, those of us who knew when a weapon was being primed against us- need to come to terms with the fact that those who did(and this is a lot of our own loved ones and neighbors)are slowly, first through vague intuitive channels(their instincts bucking back up again like a sick horse)then slowly computing the damage they allowed themselves to be subjected to for fleeting material distractions, need to be helped along as best they can. Ive been asked multiple times, "what sort of detox method is there that can be done?" I dont know. I think about it nearly everyday, though. Being in nature for extensive periods of time will help i think. But other more informed and intelligent minds may be able to answer these kinds of queries. Right now, we need to firmly support those effected. Firmly in the sense of a parent leading a defiant but confused and scared child to safety. I dont know how else to express this. But this is what needs to be done. These people are victims of warfare on such a cunning and maligned level it hurts ones heart to dwell on it all. But we must not give in to the behaviors and emotional outbursts The Parasites want us to indulge in: it is very easy to scream to a friend or family member about how much respect we have lost for them after 2020-21, how much pain and anxiety we have experienced over these things; it is easy enough to become stuck in these pathological back-and-forths but the fact remains that we must help our community and save the grievences for later times; for they must be aired to fully process and return us to some emotional stability between one another. Please do not give in to hate or mind-numbing anger: this is what the enemy wants. We feel them computing what we computed on day 1 in order to move forward but they are losing themselves in a dire way and we cannot let this happen to our family.

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The groan of engines

Circling like hyenas.

Children are silent

As they march down the sidewalk.

A neighbor curses

And kicks a watering can

Across the cracked street.

The incense falls down,

Smoulders an old shopping list:

Just like us; straw-dogs.

The Moloch-Machine

Consumes on and on and on

Pregnant with gluttonous flames.

Speech like hostages

Gestures hollow but urgent

Trying to speak Truth

Without aid of tongue

To blind crowds in seething fear.

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Electricity

Crackling in the air like

Twigs tugged by fire

Droplets form on leaves

Trapping black ants in crystal

Clouds ripple like sand

We can all feel this

Rotten 'something' ripening

A storm fermenting.

Off-key melody

Welling up between our eyes-

Rain sets the tempo.

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Federated, parallel communities must rise in order to help rectify what is being and has been wrought upon this world and its hosts. We fight against a wickedness in such lofty places that sometimes it seems impossible to reach their ivory ziggurats. Babylon will babble on into fruitless oblivion but while we are alive and shining, with fresh-flaming eyes we shall help to heal this earth and ameliorate the parasite's abuse through networked communities of varied values and dispositions but working together, on the same page, knowing that 1. The current world(Leviathan) and its trappings are unteneble for the growth and nourishment of the human spirit and 2. Knowing full well that these parasites who have power, sway and influence are making continuous war upon us and have been for a long time, and 3. That these parasites are trying to destroy any posterity we rear in these parallel communities; parasites who are working to genocide us from this earth because we constitute aggravating obstacles. Live in Health. Find your tribe, create your Health for yourself and those around you.

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Memetic Rhythms

There is the phenomenon of synchronization, what Aristotle's 10 categories describe, and Kant calls 'reciprocity' in his categories. This specific movement of the Force which Drives All Things can be observed in two grandfather clocks in close proximity to one another as well in the discrete yet synchronized firing of neurons in multi-cellular Nervous Aggregates, as well as the clapping of hands, and the coordinated pulse of blinking fireflies.*

Synchronization is movement, fluctuation, coinciding in the phenomenal world, existing in observation, in the terminus, or threshhold of consciousness which serves as the medium which memes, archetypes, collective behavioral rituals, take form in objective and physical ways- through action. This is what Saussure in his course in general linguistics meant of language being arbitrary, capricious reactions mutating with each memetic alteration and iteration; like birdsong. The many Rhythms of this world are derived from one source rhythm(which in reality is the only rhythm)and individual rhythms have the power to disrupt, commandeer even nullify(not completely)other rhythms. Gravity is a good example. But even Gravity's Rhythm is but one of the many analog rhythms of this world, which takes its part in a universal network of relations. It, too, can be subsumed by and into one or more rhythms. This is the enemy life fights back against- inanimate and animate. It's circumvention is our goal and we are searching eternally to this end. Memetic forces(Rhythms)create historical events in the world, whose rhythms attract other rhythms-most notably the rhythms of populations of persons and animals-to themselves, from what can only be interpretted as 'in advance'; that is, from what we presumptuously term 'the future.' But it is the past and present as well all working as one unit in shaping what we term the current, the present rhythm. These larger rhythms pull people, things, variables(the things which comprise historical events)together in their beat and draw them nearer into themselves. Now picture this in a recursive way, with every size and shape of Rhythm vying with one another yet falling into one another all the same; those largest Rhythms being repetitive, redundant, yet changing, and this goes on, seemingly, indefinitely. Distinguish the all-too-human rhythms from the natural ones- this is how we create history as an armchair reflection, defferring to inactionrather than action- though rhythm is not lost even in this sedentary contemplation.

{NOTE} There is, in certain spheres of neuroscientific theory, the concept of 're-entry', in which seemingly disparate areas of the neural network seem to improvise off of one another like a band having a jam session. For more on this, read 'A Universe Of Consciousness' by Gerald Edelman and Guilio Tononi.

*Mark Buchanan, 'Nexus: small worlds and the groundbreaking theory of networks', pgs 49-50

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Books that have given me much insight(in no particular order):

-Nietzsche: Zarathustra, The Gay Science, Geneology of Morals

-Edward Hyams: Soil and Civilization

-Emerson: collected writings

-Wendell Berry: The Unsettling of America, Home Economics, general poetry, essays

-Bataille: Visions of Excess

-James Frazer: The Golden Bough

-Walter Lippmann: Public Opinion(good to understand the optics of Leviathan)

-Aristotle: Politics, Nichomachean Ethics

-Thucydides: History of the Pelopponessian War

-Machiavelli: Discourses on Livy

-Caesar: writings on the gallic war, civil war

-Hobbes: Leviathan (duh)

-Kant: Critique of Pure Reason

-Marx: On The German Ideology, Kapital, Grundrisse, misc. writings

-The Upanishads(very close to my heart)

-Bhagavad Gita(close to my heart)

-The Bible, especially the New Testament

-All of Blake's Writings and Art(he is my prophet)

-essays of T.E. Hulme

-Emily Dickinson: collected poems

-Rilke: Book of Hours

-Dylan Thomas: Collected Poems

-Cormac McArthy: The Border Trilogy, Blood Meridian, The Passenger

-Faulkner: The Wild Palms

-Collected works of Jung

-collected works of Freud

-collected works of Hunter S Thompson

-Arthur Ponsonby: Falsehoods in wartime(must read)

-Ezra Pound: Guide to Kultur

-Eustace Mullins: Secrets of the federal reserve(havent read his other works but this was one that i read as a teenager that opened the gates to me understanding the anatomy of Leviathan)

-Manly P Hall: Secret Teachings Of All Ages

-Goethe: Faust, essays and letters

-Plutarch: most of his major writings- too much to name

-Plato: collected works but most especially the Theaetetus because i think it should be taught as an introductory course to all of philosophy

-The Rig Veda: this is where the poetic tradition began and I still draw much inspiration from it

-Bardo Thödol, or in the west, Tibetan book of the dead

-Nag Hammadi Scriptures, dead sea scrolls

-Philip K Dick: VALIS trilogy, other sci-fi works

-various alchemical treatises.

If anyone sees this engage with it because i would love to talk about these and other books; of literature, poetry and philosophy in general.

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Urizen sees the economy and social forces, etc. related to it as like an electrical machine: when pressure is applied, therefore stopping or greatly hindering one element of economy or society, it will in one sense create deficiencies which help to 'break-up' stagnated elements within the system to re-form in other areas. But the law of conservation of energy still applies: just as there may be deficiencies within a system brought on, for example, by economic recessions or heavy taxations, supply chain issues, intentional or no, there is an energy within the host population(s) which is exascerbated and may be channeed in various ways seen as advantageous to The Parasite. An electrical current has a magnetic field associated with it. The current in the economic sense is the currency and capital moving within the bowels of Leviathan. The magnetic force is the social reactions brought on by said current. These in turn effect other currents in related areas of the Leviathan. This is where aspects of network theory come into play- looking at the sociological et. al. effects produced through and within inter-connected channels.

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Fetishization of revelation

Think about how repression of the body first by necessity i.e. due to environmental phenomena, then by culture, decorum, tradition, led the (usually male)mind to become obsessively fixated on the negation of truth; the negation of the human body, naked and as is. Care becomes dilated into desire and desire led to the violence of violation, and as well the cunning of removal by pre-contrived circumstance; an evolved specie of violation. Consent manufactured. Think about how deception qua deception in nature, nurture and culture is such a pervading force yet by its very essence, is often overlooked or obfuscated, and think on how this has led to this very moment: today, in this age, we fight against such a wickedness whose cloak of deception is so powerful and ubiquitous, that to spot it in the world, let alone its effects within us and our lives, has become one of the main, driving tasks for us to define and understand in order to unveil it. Otherwise we shall be melted down into biomass and used to fuel the Transcendent Costco of The Future.

Wait...what? Anyways check out this tight picture of an undisclosed mountain range. Have a good day. Thats an order.