Wednesday, September 26, 2007

.:nature, relationship, meaning of life, everything:.

the image of this trump, the lovers, has the most meaning, memory, or personal connection to an essence of what is felt, what is expressed by my very core self, or idea of what reality may be. and sure that may all be heavy trippe for you to digest, but the experience of seeing this 'card' for the first time is only matched in my memory, by the time i first glanced at the greater mysteries.

in my heart, this is the expression, and essence of the TAROT. i am tired now in a way that i am not use to. it is still a healthy tired.. in that the movement forward is toward the greater work, yet the tired is existential in nature and systemic. i have been working for years to correct this situation. and now i work harder...

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

first preview of "divine origins of historiographic comedy"

... here now, well thats what i'm presenting it as the beginning of the divine orders of introduction now for some apologies first off -- i should be made to read through the rough (but ready!) text myself first -- but as i am anxious to disseminate the coming assemblages -- i have published this text its rawest of mused [or mussed] form for what i would say is the best of two possible reasons: 1) i am lazy and will eventually agonize over revisions, endlessly and to a fault. 2) i wish to expose whatever it is in the process of writing these texts while deepening my own awareness.

In the words other than that of the great DaDaist, i am become "The bachelor Striped Bare for His Bride."

my love and devotion for the TAROT has remained, i believe, the single most influencing force in the expression, not simply, of my artistry, but in my fundamental projection of an external as well as internal presence. i wish i could say such a presence had much to do with me, but i cannot. i have not had nearly enough strength or fortitude to confront such blatantly brilliant honesty within myself ...if i had, i would have seen the unity of all things, and known that it is this what i have been chasing after all these years...

Divine Origins of Historiographic Comedies

“Does the presence of oneself confirm or deny the experience of reality?” or “Does the absence of God prove that a God does not exist?” Both of these psudo-questions are rhetorical examples existential statements, yet can be distilled to further refine the essence of my questions. Is experience reality [as that which] and what is not experienced unreal? Such unpardonable queries can be infinitely composed in a vast array and will always be contain by the same infinite outcome of stalemate. The philosophy adapted to the fundamental idea of the unanswerable was, of course, the 1888 pre-bla of Existentialism. It is this likeness which best embodies the purveyor of occult science, any other approach dabbling within the depths of such murkiness classifies one instantly as either a Master or an overly advert compulsive gramating fool. Yet, as always, when presented with the ultimatum of dualism I tend to seek the middle way, thus the path of the Initiate. The origin of an existential essence at the core of our being [] is much the fault of what surrounds us. Matter, or what we know as solid, substantive form is a distinct minority within our cognizant Universe [perhaps excluding the presence of many call dark matter, which has yet to be fully experienced or realized.] Nothingness, or what we conceive of as absence, null and void comprises a far greater ratio of material reality, both on the macrocosmic and microcosmic scale. The path we often seek will be the path we are most likely found. If we orientate the picture just slightly, sometimes other things come into view, and when presented with the same rhetorical or redundant scenario of “the sound of falling trees in the forest” we are now able to contextualize and, of course, like any well-preformed Magick, the secret’s been there along.

[] Contra Science does not boast divine origins, and most begrudgingly admits to anything labeled in the order of paranormal or extra-sensorial phenomena at all [but it does admi mmmmm t]. Clearly the tradition of modern science commits the egregious sin of what can be called mono-contextualism (the pendulum swings of sciences will always be steep). The ability to see from an inordinate number of perspectives, simultaneously, will both deprive and isolate the scientific method and its objectives into obscurity. The awaiting scientific paradigm is formulated in the emerging question: what comes next ? Every generational age must deal with the immediate concerns at hand, and the concerns of the present age are most often rooted in the actions of previous generations. This was the way of our ancestors, one of the last echoing warnings barely still audible over a parrie wind. There is no need here, at the moment, to deconstruct cultural climates [although that is the total need of cultures climate). Without the generational foresight or hindsight we shift instaniously into popular culture. It is obvious when I look about my environment that I can survey little else. How can one even be certain of [] the nature or reason of what one is seeing – if there is no other experience which to differentiate or qualify it with? The assumption that the only definition of reality, is as we experience it, seems stifled if not comical, and infinitely sad because there is little choice of personal objectivity contained behind the generational force field [memory] of the subjective real. The hierarchies of collective and generational intelligence are conducted through the most efficacious of means. For this reason alone it has been the role of nature to transmute the code of life not through oral or cultural disseminations, but through the genesis of genetic and biological evolution, the journey of chemical transmigration, if you will. What is seen in nature is often mimicked - the moth who passes as a bee, the aphids cleverly disguised as thorns, a venom-less snake puffing and rattling – each has transcribed the collective intelligence of life into a practical experience suited for the larger concerns of its reality – chiefly better odds of survival. Other collective forms of intelligence are equally compelled to find ways across numerous generational divides in time and space.

Each stratosphere or link in the chain of life contains and is contained by its own intelligence. No intelligence is inherently better or worse than any other intelligence – it simply is bound by the parameters specific to that intelligence. The threshold of intelligence is always guarded by the tri[] of what can be just [] ability, capability, and willingness.


Thursday, September 13, 2007

Quantum entanglement

the image of the lover yields the most beauty - and the most peril. the idea of the lover is complex. the most significant image i have seen is from the Deck of the Hermetic TAROT.

There a woman or man is chained to heavy boulders while the sea rages and tempests about them, and even in this, the greatest of danger, remain unaware of a looming venomous and monstrous serpent ready to strike at their heart. At hand the hero, the other, the lover holding tight his sword of righteousness ready to either free his lover or destroy the beast.

once you see this image, you will know the meaning of life, relationships, everything. i will post that image form my Hermetic Deck when i can get to the scanner, meantime i struggle with my own image of love. i know i can say what it is, what it means intellectually to me, yet visually, i am not satisfied - because i do not see yet what i feel... the lover is one of the more difficult segments i have come back to. i plant to approach it again,

Friday, September 07, 2007

From the seed of which the flower of life blooms

Death is the seed of which the flower of life blooms now, forever and eternal. The very fabric and fundamental mind of life is distracted by the idea of death. In abstract, death is contemplated in terms of absence, loss, and regret. The images of death are all about us. Culturally, and throughout history, death has been celebrated within varying degrees and shades of meaning and ritual. Biologically, death represents certain inevitabilities relative to the functions of life. Esoterically, death is the absolute function of life, a transformation which provides the ultimate purpose of life. To know death one must know life, and in this sense both life and death are undifferentiated and both equal. The state of non-being and being cross, and one can see beyond the illusion of life and death. This state of transcendence is recognized among the ancients, and the power of this knowledge has been imbedded within every organism, every cell and every molecule of DNA. This state of being “the undifferentiated state of all matter” is the key to the evolution of life and all mankind.