…divine light is dark. It is black light, the source of all light, not colorless but pre-color. – A.H. Almaas
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Author: John
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Metaphsyical Chess Strategy & Moves
Several metaphysicians Crowley, Shallis, Carroll have suggested that chess is really a medieval computer simulacrum, a magical model of the world, or of Time, in which various forces confront one another. The black and white squares are happenings of evil mixed with good. The pieces are fixed stages of mental development. The pawns are ordinary mentalities, with few choices open to them, who can move but forward in hope of eventual enlightenment (embodied in the queen). The knight is the initiate, the bishop ecclesiastical power, the castle or rook temporal power. The king, of course, is the inner self or life-force revealed at death or apotheosis, depending on whether one wins or loses. One’s opponent king is the source of the tyranny of the outside world, the “other” that the self must battle. Originally the game was played with four players, each having four pieces and four pawns – with no queens.
“One can’t believe impossible things,” said Alice. “I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – Lewis Carroll (1832-98)
precession (pre-sesh?en) noun 1.The act or state of preceding; precedence.
“and the gods said, all of thee have only to learn this… the slower you proceed, the more you see and learn… the knowers know… because they are the slowest and therefore see all… Know. Know. Why rush to the treadmill? Know.” by 4hero feat. – Mark Murphy off of Creating Patterns on Talkin’ Loud
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My Ass
I used to have
The most obnoxious
Worrisome, and stubborn
Ass
It was a bother and burden
I would wish on no one
So, I could not
In all good conscious
Rid my self of it
Then, a Friend
Told me of a method
To break my ass
Of all its contrariness
So, I bought a chair
And every day
I made my ass
Sit in that chair
O! what fights and struggles we had
That lazy ass so resistant
To ever going anywhere
Or doing any real work
Now, could not and would not
Sit still
But, my Friend
Had warned me of this stage
So, I persisted
In putting my ass in that chair
Ignoring all of its
Childish braying and petulance
Slowly over time
That chair
Responded to the weight
Of my ass
Molding itself
Into the only place
My ass was ever
Really relaxed and comfortable
Now
I could not get my ass
Out of that chair
It refused to be
Anywhere else
So, I left my ass
In that chair
While I went about
My daily affairs
Until one day
My ass
Disappeared
And
Took me with it[ad#post468]
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What Am I?
“The task is not so much to see what no one has yet seen, but to think what nobody has yet thought, about that which everybody sees.” – Erwin Schrodinger
Pound for pound, the amoeba is the most vicious organism on earth…
“Every genuine composition makes conscious something of this esoteric realm. This process is endless, and there will be more and more esotericism as knowledge and science become increasingly capable of revealing human beings as perceivers. And transmitters as well. Spiritual or not, we are beings of vibrating sensation, floating in an infinite sea of pulsing waves that roll and resonate between the synapse and the farthest star.” – Erik Davis – Techgnosis: Myth, Magic & Mysticism In The Age Of Information
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Good Hair Nights
At night my hair
Quits listening
To the opinions
Of my mind
And takes on
The wildness of my heart
First thing in the morning
I rush to the mirror
To read the news
Of YOU[ad#post468]
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Ultimate Mystery
We can know it, but to know it is to know it as mystery, the ultimate mystery from which all being and knowledge arise. – A.H. Almaas
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