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  • Real or Surreal

    Surrealism

    For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception  to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.   –Friedrich Nietzsche

    Everything leads us to believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imaginary, past and present, the communicable and the incommunicable, the high and the low, cease to be perceived as contradictions…” –      André Breton


    The surrealist movement was launched in 1923 – the year James Joyce, after making cryptic notes for several months, finally wrote the first three-page fragment of “Finnegan’s Wake”, and the year Hitler was initiated in the Thule Society, an occult secret society with a paranoid dread of all other occult secret societies, which it claimed were run by Jews and Freemasons – anyway, that year, the First Surrealist Manifesto promised or threatened “total transformation of mind and all that resembles it.” Among the founders was Raymond Roussel, former associate of Aleister Crowley and Father Sauniere in the Hermetic Brotherhood of Light , and among the later recruits was Jean Cocteau, who eventually became 23rd Grand Master of the Priory of Sion.

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  • Enlightenment

    Enlightenment almaas

    Some people think that enlightenment is when all your problems end.
    Enlightenment is really when your problems start. – A.H. Almaas

  • Out of the Blue

    How about those times when something totally unexpected arises? You think you have an idea of where your life is going and – whoosh – you’re left standing in front of the unknown. Does your mind, like mine, scurry to understand, to get things back on track – or do you observe, also like me, with amazement and wonder, watching to see how life will now manifest?

     

    I wonder about the ego mind’s need to know, to live in the delusion that it can actually control events. I wonder about the depth of that insecurity and fear. Do you?

     

    To that mind, the idea of going into that fear and insecurity makes no sense. Though I have ventured in there many, many times, I sit on this threshold feeling the tears and apprehension. Is the scent of despair the mind’s attempt to turn me away from what it sees as an abyss?

     

    This place always fascinates me. I am surprised once again as the heart swells with love and interest in this new state of affairs – something much bigger than all of my history and belief envelops me as I take that first step into ??????

     

     

     

    Here is an old poem that seems fitting –

     

    The Same Old Story

     

    The story’s the same

         The story’s the same

              The heart ever hungers

                   while mind hunts the game

     

    A heart once young as grass in the spring

      dries with the lessons a harsh world can bring

    Childhood’s innocence ran through the fields

      and suffered the trauma that judgment yields

    As I grew up and followed directions

      spontaneity died from other’s inspections

     

    The story’s the same

         The story’s the same

              The heart ever hungers

                   while mind hunts the game

     

    Now that I’m molded like a lump of old clay

      my insides turn brittle as I bake day by day

    My face is chiseled in a permanent frown

      once green pastures have faded to brown

    The body’s a sieve full of old holes

      and life a collection of meaningless roles

     

    The story’s the same

         The story’s the same

              The heart ever hungers

                   while mind hunts the game

     

    When life is a cup emptied by grief

      the heart is readied for famine relief

    A single tear falls on parched desert ground

      prompted by childhood’s shocking rebound

    Pain is a flood like rains in the spring

      swelling the heart as new life they bring

     

    The story’s the same

         The story’s the same

              The heart never hungers

                   while mining its claim.

  • Primordial Consciousness

    Consciousness primordial

    Primordial consciousness, the non-differentiated knowingness, is the freedom that is needed for a state of the mind to be experienced in its most expanded form.  – A.H. Almaas

  • Talent as Entertainment

    I encourage you to watch the whole thing. Life is a process where revelation often comes after much effort.

     

  • Language of Light

    enochian language light

    The lost Enochian knowledge reveals the mother tongue as a “language of light” known to the ancients as HIBURU, it is the primal seed language, introduced at the beginning of this time cycle. Modern research confirms the most ancient form of Hebrew to be a natural language, the alphabetic forms emerging from the phosphene flare patterns of the brain. The same shapes, in fact, born of a spinning vortex.

    It is a true language of light coursing through our very nervous system. Encoding the natural waveform geometries of the physical world Hiburu is a harmonic language, mimicking the waveform properties of light.

    Image by Ron Walotsky

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