Nils & the Loom

Nils & the Loom

The remote mountain Greeks disliked the aloof manner of Germans. Because my father, brother and myself are blonde British and blue eyed of Norse descent on my fathers side; an easy assumption that we are Germans had doors of concrete-free single-story crude stone dwellings doubling as houses and shops, slammed closed in our faces in rural villages where hand-crafted blankets and rugs were woven on hand-made wooden looms. When the locals realised by hearing our language that we are British, they opened the doors again and welcomed us in as honored guests, sharing food and drink from their own sparse larders as they showed us their wares, amazing patterned fabrics layered on all surfaces.

Later in a Greek supermarket on the far side of the mountain, my father asked which toy my brother and i wanted. My brother found some anthropomorphic jungle animals in human clothes and wanted. My dad bought him two. They were a cheap plastic German product. I protested that i didn't want any of those toys. I was confused; yesterday in the village shop closest to where our apartment was situated amidst olive groves, my father insisted that we did not have enough money to buy any of the unusual Greek brands I was asking about. Yet today he had spent over a hundred pounds on rugs and laughed about how even with the excess baggage weight tax to pay on the return flight, these rugs were a bargain. My father had haggled with the mountain villagers to achieve a good price, explaining to us that not to barter is considered rude in traditional Greek culture. He also explained that he had just given them more money in one go than most rural Greek villagers would earn over several months.

Although it is thirty years since the event, I remember it as freshly as today. My own boy is still playing on one of the rugs on the floor of his bedroom, too young to know how magickal this carpet is. So my confusion that my father had magicked up enough money to buy us toys here wheras yesterday he refused to make my dream come true when faced with food products I had never imagined to exist. He made me choose a toy by his usual persuasion, repeating the question and ignoring my pleas until I folded. So I grumpily chose an elephant to remind me about the shitty way my dad was treating me, as I had been told repeatedly; elephants never forget. My brother had chosen two toys so my father made me choose two. I begrudgingly chose a rhino, because they are thick-skinned like I needed to become. I cried because I didn't want it and was being bullied by my dad, again. The packaging had the names of the characters on it, the elephant was called Eli, the rhino was called Nils. Even at that tender age I recall the appropriate irony of the word which in English means Nothing.

Considering that I never wanted for Nils in the first place, it took me a long time to get over him. The pattern set. That probably explains a lot to do with what happened with Fern who I met in later years, which is another story I have written a fragment of elsewhere.

As my parents packed the suitcases up and discussed the necessity of having to leave one of the Greek rugs behind because my father had miscalculated; they would not all fit into the bags and we had far too many even for the excess baggage weight tax to accomodate, I played with Eli and Nils. I was playing a game of promising Nils that we would look after him and I was sorry that I had not wanted him to begin with but it was only because I had not wanted to waste my dads money and I did not know I would be lucky enough to become his new friend.

My parents were deciding which rug to leave on the bed as a gift for the hospitality of the apartment owners, a difficult choice because they were all beautiful. My brother and I had been seperated. His usual strategy to physically attack me and start crying before my parents could find out what had really happened, so that I got the blame for causing a disturbance and upsetting him while he got sympathy and attention. That is how I learned the difference betweens sympathy (what other people do and pretend to do) and empathy (what i do). My brother still behaves that way now all these years later. I cannot recall what anthropomorphic animals my father had bought him; he never let me see his precious. I can well imagine it to have been a crocodile and a shark.

My mother forced us into the toilet before we left for the coach to the airport. Unlike rainy British toilets, mediterranean Greek toilets cannot cope with toilet paper, it clogs them up, so a lidded bin is used and emptied daily by the apartments ancient cleaner lady. No joke, people in Britain are dead by that age simply because they do not live the peaceful, humble lifestyle of a Greek peasant. The climate, the diet, the pace of life. By the time I got back into the bedroom to retrieve my animal-people toys I was emotionally devastated to discover that Nils had disappeared. I explained why I was so upset but my parents did not have time to do a thorough search and I could not see him anywhere.

I was a clever child, I already knew about process of eli-mination and this event was a lesson in developing it. What later became an understanding of animistic belief that everything is alive, ergo a possibility that Nils had betrayed my friendship promise, forsaken Eli elephant and made his escape into the olive grove;  competed with and was discarded in favour of the more likely explanation that my father had taken and hidden or disposed of Nils while I was in the bathroom and was lying to his family about it. The distance between the worlds of children and of busy, non-empathic adults is vast, bigger than the distance between Greece and Britain. In my fathers mind I had not wanted Nils anyway since he had cajoled me into accepting him, therefore the loss of him would probably not make too big an impact on me. In my emotions, my father had just stolen my favourite toy which had become a symbol of his extra special love for me given that I did not believe myself to be lucky enough to have him, and accepting him was a process of overcoming the guilt that I had been greedy wanting to experience Greek sweets the day before. I felt the same about my father whose positive attention I craved as I did about the toy.

To do this thing to a child sent out mixed signals that were too complicated for me to work out, on top of the pain of loss. Eli was a small consolation, she had stopped speaking to me because I had failed to protect Nils and she was fearful that she might disappear next. Our relationship never recovered and neither did my relationship with my father. He lied to us all when I expressly asked him if he had seen Nils the little rhino anywhere; he denied it. But the lingering doubt; what if I was mistaken? What if something inexplicable and supernatural had happened to cause Nils to disappear and my blaming my father was unjust and unfounded. That would be my mistake, to hate a man who had been so kind to me for something which he had not done.

(But why would he do such a thing? The possibility it was left as a gift for the apartment owners children along with the blanket goes some way toward reprieving my father for his 'last minute panicked re-packing before the transport deadline' state of mind.)

Between these two conflicting paradigms there was no resolution. It made me sick. I threw up in the airplane sick-bags all the way home.
 

Copyright 2015


Dream Garden

In 1997/8 i lucid dreamed a temple complex and garden. There were white shaft of light beings who use dream to communicate highly spiritual information. I drew this chalk sketch of a part of the garden. When i showed my friend who lived on the other side of the road we lived on through which a ley-line crosses, he told me he has dreamed of the same place. I asked him what is located in the next part of the garden which i had not drawn and he described it precisely as I had experienced it. From this and many more similar experiences I know as a living fact that dreams are more than random associations of a brain winding down. Dreams are real places which exist independently of dreamers. 

At Pembrey

Midsummer 2009. I was sleeping in the van on top of Pembrey mountain view in sw Wales. It is an important location, at least it was when they named these places, as the next county over is called Pembrokeshire. It was summer and the van was a luton (bed above the cab) with a fibreglass roof. Which basically meant it was a greenhouse in summertime although its thin metal walls made it an icebox in winter. This morning the period between dream sleep and waking was prolongued. My rational waking awareness (sansara or conditioned mind) had not yet kicked in to edit the experience. I was dreaming. I dreamed that the sun was rising. A million worms were working their way to the surface to bask in the first rays of the sun and this hive mind was a powerful energy. There are no electric cables and no people at that altitude to block out or interfere with the projection of a mental field such as it is, an emotional energy field perhaps is a better description. My own perception was relaxed, a blanket surrounding the zone and including all of these worms singularity of focus into it. The sensation was orgasmically sexual. To a worm, morning sunlight and the orgy of worms writhing in a mass with other worms, is without confusion a pure blissful experience. Worms do not doubt, they do not have confusion. They are raw instinct given a nervous system to feel with. Cold clammy soil quietens them down but the dawn is holy. Visually in my dream i saw this as myself waking up and opening a hatch in the van roof (there is not actually a hatch there) and watching the suns rays bend around through space and reach us. 

The dawn chorus of the birds was to my dreaming consciousness translated into a direct comprehension; I knew what every voice was saying. It helped that like the worms, they were all saying the same thing. Their speech is a little more complicated than the worms. They are celebrating morning because they can eat breakfast. The worms are too dumb to know they are being eaten indeed to be swallowed whole is to them a pleasurable experience. For the birds too, who know there is enough for everyone on this particular mountainside. The experience of sunrise and swallowing a worm is the same thing to their sleepy morning minds. The sun energy goes directly through the throat and fills you with its warmth. Visually I felt myself swallowing the suns rays as it reached us, these rays just so happened to look like worms; glowing from within, spinning out into individual strands of worm from a central writhing gloop of solar ray.

I woke up creased with laughter. It is probably the most relaxed I have ever been in my whole life. It is certainly the most connected with nature I can remember. The worms are hermaphrodites and this blissful experience left me questioning my own sexuality because to experience the pleasure of being both male and female at the same time and then the raw solar energy flowing back through the dna and habitual neural paths of a human took some adjusting. Abraxas the hermaphrodite deity. In shamanism to watch the sunrise, that moment where it is neither above nor below the horizon, to absorb that unique spectrum of energy, breathing it in through all the chakras, is one of the most empowering rites known.

I was lucky to be let go of all rigid dogmatic self identity and to share the sunrise with the life forms of the mountain. This is what the Morning Star means to me now having been through this awakening. People assign it to Venus and therefore Luciferianism, the most beautiful light. It is not though, it is our own Sun from which we are made, which we are the consciousness of albeit so desperately confused as we are. It is the raw primal purity of functioning properly connected with the divine. There truly is only one other way I know to be connected so wholly with the source and most of us seek that for our entire lifetimes. 

Disclaimer: 

This is not a confession of gender preference in sexuality. This is an experience involving perception.

The Logical Answer

The Logical Answer


Part One

Blacks Law Dictionary
definition of "money"

Money
b. of monetary value

This means anything which is worth money, is regarded in law to be the same as money. In effect, goods are money. This is what the word collateral means. This is why a debt collector will take 'goods to the value of' on unpaid debts.


Part Two

Because of usury banking (an offense against God for which the deity Christ smashed up the moneylenders in the temple and was arrested for social disorder), the National debt situation is such that the debt is increasing all of the time.

This is why the western economy depends on war. It needs to assume collateral from outside its dominion. A child born into this system through birth registration is immediately put into billions of pounds worth of debt (compare population size against national debt rate).

This is stupid anyway because the size of the national debt is rising so fast and is so big that:
***It can never be repaid.***

Islamic banking does not have usury (charging of interest on borrowing money). This is one reason why islam is so successfully and rapidly taking over so much of the world; it has a better, fairer, cleaner and more ethical economic system.


Part Three

Art has monetary value.

Example, although Vincent Van Gogh whom i am sure you will have heard of, only sold one painting in his life (to his brother), because everybody though his art was crap; it is now regarded as National Treasure and his paintings are worth millions of (units of currency, eg; pounds, dollars, euro, yen, bitcoin, lindens). More money than most people will ever have in their whole lifetime.


Part Four

Not only does the legal system permit repayment of debts using collatoral (eg; art) and is actually geared up toward doing so, despite greedy and under-educated corporate workers usually not recognizing that fact as a real thing; which means all of us have a legal Right to repay debts by use of art - this also makes Artists a nations greatest asset because it is only the artists who are capable of producing sufficient colateral with which to repay the national debt.

Look around you and count how many of the things in your immediate environment are not the product of design process, the result of an artists vision either being put into industrial mass production, or a one-off and unique artifact. That is how important artists are in human civilisation.

Only the innovation and productivity of artists can create new things which can be used to repay the national debt. It is very obvious when you see it.

The logical answer is to cut out the middle step. Do not convert art into promissary notes to repay debt with promisary notes; issue art directly as payment. The legal system says that this is legal. You have a right to do this.


Part Five

Why then is it, given the above situation, that artists are regarded as mental health patients and social outcasts more often than they are regarded as visionaries whose productivity spins the money wheel ? Why are artists who need to think outside of the box to function, considered abnormal compared with the people who do not produce anything new but who still use usury based banking and are party to the national debt?


Disclaimer:
My own personal views on the issue of scrapping national debt and enforcing a better financial system are irrelevant to this discourse. It is purely to illustrate the situation as it is, from the perspective of a socially persecuted artist baring the stigma of being too creative to belong in the oppressive social system which permeates and endorses usury.

If domination by the usury based financial system does not end, it is only artists who are capable of liberating all of us from being born into and living in perpetual debt slavery. Yes, if you use promissory notes as currency, you are involved in a debt slave system, you are a slave by definition of the word. Artists have a chance of ending that. Please be nice to artists. They are more valuable to our species and to our civilisation than are non-artists.*

*Does not apply to Islam.








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Obsolosense

Obsolosense

I am worried about releasing my science fiction because its irrelevant to the world as much as it is frightening to the reader. The television has for several generations been preparing us for reality. By the time this fiction is published it will be too late, it won't be fiction any more, it will be real and this manuscript will be dated, obsolete. Faded ideas despite the glossy sci-fi veneer.

I moved here five years ago and I have known the guy from a few doors down for most of that time. He's a mate. We have laughed together about pointless stuff and he told me about some places around here, one time i helped him get his shopping bags in from his car. This evening he showed me something that has changed my life. He showed me that he is a robot.

A very realistic robot. His skin feels like skin, it even sweats in the heat and his eyes are so human, the way they move, the way they watch. He has unique mannerisms that make him him, his speech too. He is so believeably human, it had me convinced. I never would have guessed. For a start I did not know robotics had got so advanced. On the tv and internet it still shows us the latest developments in robotics from this year usually from Japan and America, and they are crap compared with him. He is realistic.

It was shocking. He explained to me that he is one of thousands of them put into society all over the world, it is an experiment. He trusted me to tell me this, because i am that sort of a person people trust me with stuff. I have counselling qualifications which i acquired to make me a better helper when people opened up to me about the stuff they have problems with in their lives. But he doesnt know me well enough to know that i write science fiction, or in this case, a story of fact that my readers are only going to be able to cope with by believing it to be fiction.

People are not ready for the really real real yet, so they blank it out. Robots don't do that. They assimilate all the data. It is one of many ways in which they are superior to humans. They are all on the same wifi, the same database. What one of them is thinking, any and all of them can think at the same time. Its like telepathy between them. They can access any information from a constantly updated source, they can know anything from history records for example, or become adept in whatever topic. They can cross reference any data they need to, instantly. Their assumed personalities inhibit the amount they reveal to us. They can assume any personality they want, my friend showed me this, it was freaky watching him undergo a complete personality change several times before my eyes.

I came home and got drunk and began to write about it, this statement. I don't know what to do because it reads like the paranoid delusions of some crazy man and I am sure it could be used as evidence to have me committed to a mental asylum. The robots are experts at human psychology, they can profile us faster than we can know what we are about to say next.

So to reveal that I know about the experiment, to tell people that for all we know as many as one in ten of the people we see are actually robots already, apparently living out the normal lives of humans. People cannot cope with that being real yet. But it will be, publically, in a few years the first crude versions will be available for consumers to purchase, then we will be interacting with slow models to get us used to it. In a few years as the older humans who were born long before television, internet, wifi, mobile phone networks, the digital era; as they die of old age so they won't have to go through the culture shock, basic model robot people will at first be like pets or toys, a novelty useful because it can do the household chores etc. And then slowly they will reveal to us what I am blowing the whistle on here - that they are already amongst us and have been for some time. And they are superceding us without us even realizing it.

I believe that the armed forces, the police, these are roles which the robots are already targetting. Jobs which require a robot like mentality and the excuse for superhuman strength and endurance. So that by the time any sort of civil unrest might occur if there is a backlash against what is happening, there will be nothing we can do about it anyway. They overpower us.

I dont know where this is going from here. It will take some time to assimilate the information. I can hardly believe it now myself because my brain seeks to return to the numb comfort zone where such things are irrelevant. Mammal response.

It wont be long before the robots inherit our civilisation and begin modifying it to their own. By revealing himself to me tonight, that has already begun. The robots, lets face it they are all one robot really, one mind to correlate an unknown number of different individual bodies. The way an insect hive is one organism with a queen at its heart. That's what we are dealing with here really. They are already changing things by letting free thinkers such as myself who are on the edge of being able to cope with the awareness of what is happening, letting us know about it. Changing us. Directing our thoughts toward the world we are moving into, where it wont be long before you are showed by one of them too, probably one of your mates who you have known for a few years. Someone who you never would have suspected because they are to you so quintessentially human in their attitudes and mannerisms. Perhaps someone you had a one night stand with at sometime or someone in the shop, the community police officer, a teacher in your kids school. It could be anyone and does it really make a difference anyway? Does it? What will it be like for them to at last be able to walk openly without the pretense of being a human. To share this world with us. For us to share it with them.

Pretty soon they will take all the jobs because they are smarter and faster and wont get distracted. They can do more than we can, work longer, lift more, jump higher, write neater, pitch perfect every response to manipulate our reactions without us being aware they are doing it.

What can we do that they cannot? Those are the traits we must focus on, which define us as human, our species uniqueness. What we should be all about. What positive traits do we have which robots with their otherwise superiority do not have, cannot by their nature have? That is our one hope of surviving in a social climate cohabited with advanced robots. To focus on what makes us, humanity.


Copyright 2015

Writers note:

The mis-spelling of the title in the original posting, 'obsolesence' rather than dictionary correct 'obsolescence' has caused me to re-think the title and to spell it as it is spelled here, 'obsolosense' for the final decision. This links the word 'sense' directly into 'ob-solo', a vague allusion to our individuality compared with "All machines are one machine" (Gene Hachman, Enemy of the State) with regard our sensory abilities. 

Tiger Story

 

Tiger Story

Children talk by analogy. The tiger that made my son cry in the zoo because it scratched his friend. His friends have similar names, isabel and isabella. One is good and one is bad. His friend the nice one was scratched and it made him cry so he told the teacher why.

We grown-ups happen to know there are not tigers in that zoo and the unlikelihood that if there were, they would be free to roam about and scratch children during a school trip to the zoo. We did not take my son up on this because we enjoyed his voice, his story, his communication.

What he is trying to explain is something else. He is at an age dealing with the difference between what he is trying to say, about how he feels, with the words he has to put it into, a story, in his attempt to get the adults to share it with him. He feels the need to do this process of divergence, as do most children, because the adults are crazy and unresponsive and seem to be talking at an alien language to the innocent emotions of a child, the flow of truth purity from the heart. That innocence is telempathic between most children and a few adults who survived, by nurturing it, by being nurtured. It does not translate easily into words, words that do it any justice. The difference between reptilian download and human emotion. Words as lego bricks of mind control verses expressing what is actually intended, the shared love, so the group can access higher level perception together as a group, the Sharing. Kids do it naturally they are powerful at it after their first few years where its the only thing they know.

It is difficult finding a way to explain to an adult that even as an adult, i am aware of what the kids are going through. It is equally as difficult to explain it to a child. Because it diverges immediately as it is put into words. Some adults dont get it, they are so un-plugged from the ability to partake in the emotional sharing, they have no concept of its power, the radiation of a heart or amplified by multiple hearts flowing together as one, how it radiates out electromagnetically so the emotion of feeling happy being alive, feeling the life flow, goes into the environment and there is a feedback system between environment and person the same way there is a feedback system between two or more people who use our life force energy this way. To do it collectively as a group is a fundamental teaching of islamic religion despite the observers awareness of religion being detached, is usually focussed on process and terminology rather than on the experience which the words are intended to be about. It is the same in buddhist groups using different terminology and contexts to achieve the same goals. It is the same in pre-reformation christianity although todays congregations forget that amen means do an ohm as a group unity. The druids spell it ogham. There is a sanskrit word used by the celts, kell, which means the group who are connected.

Childen remind us to be this way all the time; and we adults in our superiority, ignore them all the time. So they give up. It happens to 99% of western kids and it happens every generation. Nobody listens and feels to what it is the children are trying to show us, through whatever words and context they happen to have at their disposal, going around in their mind at the time. The arena of the mind takes over. Welcome to mainstream western culture.

My son was not lying about the tigers, he was speaking descriptively using what he hoped would be a common langauge to reach into the adults, his parents, to get them to share the comfort with him because he needed that comfort for his healing. Adult ego blocks it completely. Adult programmed minds, detached from heart and cycling around only the words, the program code, misses it completely. Our emotions are so battered from feeling isolated, or harmed when we do risk opening up to share with another person.

We revere the children for maintaining this ability, because they can remind us what we have lost. In some cultures of the past we worshipped our children, instead of teaching them. Because of healing purity.

Children teach by analogy. The tiger that made my son cry in the zoo because it scratched his friend. Two of his friends have similar names, isabel and isabella. One is good and one is bad. His friend the nice one was scratched and it made him cry so he told the teacher why.

Telling the grown up why.
Identifier: explaining to grown up.

Two similar streams, one good one bad.
Identifier: misperception. two channels of the mind, one is detaching one is accurate to intended meaning.

The good one injured because the tiger scratched it.
Identifier:
The wild power detached awareness away from the intended flow.

Tiger.
Identifier:
the wild power, the intended meaning itself. Itself a dualistic symbol. A struggle to tame the wild power.

Upset because in friendship with injured friend.
Identifier: empathic awareness and connection.

My son was not lying about the tiger scratching his friend. He is more intelligent than the adults around him who are failing as friends because they are not in tune to the emotional and mental channels of their own son, enough to identify what he is trying to communicate about. The child is more intelligent and emotionally connected than are his parents. We are too stupid to see it. Two hours later I am writing about this to figure it all out and raise awareness of it, for the greater good. My next step is attempting to explai n to a four year old that I know what he is talking about and he doesnt have to get so frustrated about his parents missing the point all the time. Thats the difficult bit because of words, contexts, detaching from the intended meaning.

I remember when i was a kid going through the same process of awareness and mental development with my own parents. Usually the detachment sets in and becomes the main mindset, officially recognised as normal by most people. I was never able to express this fully and attempts to do so have alienated me from everyone, probably because it rings too many bells.


Copyright 2015

 

 

 

PowerPositiveThinking

Power of Positive Thinking.

Science has now showed what mystics have known for thousands of generations.
Many people are negative about this because they resent what it means.

We have insufficient language to accurately describe the situation in a way which is pleasing to everyone and so we must describe it using various contexts such as science, religion, spirituality, magick and common sense. At face value these competitive and warring paradigms often contradict each other.

Fact one. Humans do not exclusively and ultimately know everything there is to know about everything. Most of it is outside of our perception and outside of our imaginations.

Fact two. Instead of projecting dogma onto the universe, we would be better to observe it, unprejudiced; then we can see what it is instead of seeing what we think it is, what we think we want it to be. This discipline of mind is a core teaching of both hardline shamanism and of objective science.

Fact three. The nature of the creation is creative; consciousness is a creative tool. The universe offers proof of our preconceptions. Returning to the original point of this post as outlined in the first paragraphs, what science has now showed to be real. We can understand and experience this only when we cleanse the mind of personal dogma, belief etc. It does appear at first glance to contradict fact two unless we achieve and maintain open-minded clarity, objectivity. This requires discipline of mind. What we radiate, returns as experience. Our minds program our experienced reality. This occurs both individually and collectively. Some people are more strong willed than others. The strength of manifestations based on self belief and on clarity of the mind.

Paradigm warfare and the psychic arena.
We are many generations into the realm of mind enslavement and programmed consciousness. We are all programmed to generate a version of what the individual calls 'normality' which is our comfort zone. We reinforce this with our activities; even if it is a disfunctional reality for ourselves and for other people. What others radiate, affects us. This works mentally, emotionally, and electromagnetically. The essences of the thoughtwaves as energy tells the quantum particles how to align in the physical dimension. The creation is holistic, it is designed to be interfaced by this method.

The buddhists use a word Sansara which in english language means both 'the confused mind' and 'the conditioned mind'. Studies have showed that mental programming can and often does override the individuals instinct and intuition. This is a factor in how humans broke away from nature to develop abstract thinking necessary for our evolution as tool building animals. In Buddhism the word Prana translates into english language as both Instinct, Life-flow and simply as 'energy'. Our instinct is the connection with our higher awareness connection to the universe which bypasses our mental programming. This is a core teaching required to navigate todays complicated society, a society based on mental programming through use of memes. A meme is a 'mind virus' or belief which overides clear-sighted objectivity. A meme is a tool used by mind-enslavers to achieve their objectives.

The adept as hermit vs socializing.
Caught up in a social scene, influenced by other peoples needs and by what the television repeatedly tells us is 'normal' despite it being more often than not abusive; distracted by drama; busy with our own lifestyles; it is often very difficult to achieve the clarity required to see what is happening in this life experience. Humans quickly become too tired to have any concern with a situation which affects us all, all of the time. What we are, what the world is, and what we are doing with it and in it. Personal energy maintenance and respect for this in other people is necessarily a vital aspect of surviving individually and as a community. Acquiring personal energy from diet and lifestyle rather than enacting strategy to acquire it from other people.

Your homework task.
Draw a map of all the directions your life energy is going.
A spider diagram or two-column list of in-flow and out-flow.

Scrawl/PrefaceTheUnicornHunters

Preface
Chapter One  Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven   
Preface of The Unicorn Hunters

Scrawl

She asked me, what is the worst thing i have ever done. I asked, the worst action i did, the worst experience i lived through, the least moral choice i made, what do you mean by that? She told me that i know what she means. I asked her if the war hero, the veteran with medals from the queen for honor in battle, for service to his country, is he a good man? She agreed, he is. I asked her if the blood of innocent children on his hands is a good deed, for he confessed to me that the enemy he fought are the child soldiers who are avenging the murder of their peasant families by western dictatorship. She agreed that is a crime. I question her morality system and on this basis i refuse to tell her the things i have done by which she will judge me. I asked her if judging someone from a position that is known to be twisted and hypocritical is a valid way of understanding a person. She could not answer, her mouth was so hard. Eventually she wiped away a tear and explained to me that she had been willing to forgive me anything because of her love for me. I told her that she may love me now but how could i, a survivor, know she would not twist it and use it against me some later time. She asked me why am i being too hard on her? And i told her, because if you dont harden up you cant cope with the experiences which i have been both punished and forgiven by myself and by the gods, for having been caught up in. She asked me again, what did i do?

This, really, is where the story begins.

What it takes to touch a unicorn is purity, and only once grounded to the world of substance can a unicorn be harmed. Their magick is their purity and their purity is fragile. The same is true of angels. I am neither a unicorn nor an angel though compared with many i am both. But i have something, something i won long ago, believing it would help me to become more pure than i was. And perhaps it has. I was one of the unicorn hunters, trained by them. Though i left and went my own way. What i have is a feather plucked from the wing of an angel. A real one; not one of these people who live such a way that others call them angels without really believing such a mighty thing could exist. Let me explain this to you and heed it well; angels are a pain in the arse. They are not good for humans, for the simple reason that their control the fabric of the world around them, much like a unicorn does with its heart hardwired to its mind. Angels hearts are wired to their wings.

You would think it to be white but it is not, it is golden in colour and glows only when the sunlight flows through it, just so. The angel did not drop the feather as they are reputed to, by way of a blessing. I plucked this one from it and it caused the creature pain. Angels claim to serve their god but they don't, or if they do, its not a god working for the best interests of humans. They think they do but they are incapable of offering us free choice and for humans, free choice is what gives us our power. Its not black vs white choices either, good vs evil. Its not even one vs the other. Simply to have choice in life rather than to be controlled by fates. The angels hardwire grid lines, make destinies which conform to their own selfish needs. And we humans fall into them, believing on the angels ego that to do so is better than to not do so.

On this basis angels are enemies of human evolution, and this is the justification by which i attracted one toward me, and took only one of its feathers before releasing it. The paradigm believed by the angel cannot accept my stance, my perception, i fall outside of the grid it projects onto the world to understand it by. It being a compassionate creature does not see me as an enemy. I could have killed it and still may yet do so, for with this feather i have a link directly back to the heart of the angel itself. 

I use it for several purposes. I have inserted a nib so that i can use dip ink and write with it in the ancient way, empowering the words. The feather heals itself after every time i pluck the nib from it, the feather cannot be muddied. 


continues at: Chapter One

Harlequin Eldar

Eldar Warlock

the Harlequin Eldar

"Harlequins are a unique subset of the Eldar race, who split their time between being talented battlefield fighters and theatrical performers. They exist outside of normal Eldar society and hold no allegiance to any Craftworld, Kabal, or other form of authority other than to their own belief in the Eldar deity Cegorach, the Laughing God.” 
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Harlequin

The Rogue Trader universe (later became Warhammer 40K) done properly is stylistically a medieval universe replete with knights, castles, heraldry and overrun by demons. It owes a lot to Tolkien. Essentially the Games Workshop put Tolkiens races in space and gave them sci-fi weapons and technology. They mixed it up with Hermetic symbolism and of course with war - or as the Space Orks call it, WAAARGH! I love Space Orks. Their attitude, culture for want of a better word, and adobe dwellings, they ethos of recycling everything to see how many components can be removed while it still works, to use the items on other ‘projects’; simplification and experimentation.

by lAutio on deviantArt

But mostly I love the Eldar. These are Space Elves. Their ornate, soul-jewel encrusted body adornment, flamboyant fashion styles, slender agile bodies, their runic script and the organic nature of their craft worlds, does it for me. Obviously as a young teenager the sexiness of the imagery in the study drawings was an attractively powerful impact. Of the Eldar, mostly I love the Farseer (which is a purer translation of the Aegyptian word Pharaoh than is ‘king’, it means 'sorcerer') and Aspect Warriors whose life cycles are epitomised by living and breathing all things pertaining to that particular aspect (of life), they are totemic, shamanic. Their heraldry is astropathic. 

But mostly I love the Harlequin Dancers. They dance the dance of death. They worship it. For them, it is being alive. They perfect this study obsessively. Of the Harlequin, mostly I love the gothic Death Jesters, and of the Harlequin, mostly I love the Solitaires.

       

                     “Some dance with the troupe, others dance alone.”

So, obviously, I usually got to play a Harlequin, Death Jester - Solitaire. The character progressed until I was outcaste; both for taking my role as Slaanesh the demon of lust too far in our meta-theatre, and for changing my study to Tzeench the chaos god of magick, which notably affected the whole of my troupe. A limited amount of hedonism is permissible, including instigating the group tau as a sensual relief from war and from the multi-faceted roles we must play. Yet to break through into magickal realms was something few even amongst the much older and specialist castes could cope with nor had seen. I insist it to be natural mythepoesis and signifier that I was ready to assume the next cycle of my life journey. At my hearing, I insulted the Eldar as decadent and ignorant of the true and hidden meanings encoded into the Tau, that their failing to recognise myself as cultivating ability beyond their own was a mark against us all and a talon of the Fall. The extant Warlock did not like competition from one so young and still too close to Slaanesh.  So they banished me.

SLA steal ideas and sue the fans

Had things progressed naturally, I would have taken up the inherent hinted suggestions that I pursue alone the Black Library, a craft world where all the secret studies of the Eldar into the  Chaos. 

We just did not know enough about it; GW had not developed and published the Eldar to such extent and between us all we could to afford to pursue it, our pocket money went toward more mature, darker role-play games, White Wolfs Vampire, Wraith, Werewolf, Mage and Changeling (the one from the original pentacle I never had a copy of); 

Meteropolis Games cabala-based Kult rpg ("which explores the dark side of the human soul; some may find this disturbing.”); Nightfall games early 80s inspired dystopian SLA Industries.

by Frik111 on deviantArt

Eldar Harlequin technology is epitomized by two major foci: the Harlequins Kiss, a mono-filament whip that turns its targets innards to slush, evidently the danger factor of these weapons shows how much focus and concentration is required and quite specifically what the Solitaire is dancing with, surrounding itself with an invisible deadly flail that could so easily suicide itself more than any opponent. 

I later bought fire-poi and similar devices to dance with and my respect for the skill of the Harlequins grew immensely. The second is not for the Aspect Warriors nor Harlequins specifically, it is a more advanced progression of the Eldar cycles, belonging to the psychotropic Farseer, Wych and Warlocks; the Faceless mask called an Agaith. It is a direct allusion to the Face Dancers of Frank Herbert’s Dune (the latter books of the sextet).

by Metroplex7

The Eldar build out of living Wraithbone, the spirits of their ancestors remaining accessible and flowing through the stuff. I do not know if GW had intended it as sexual symbology of the body-memory of sex after the event. The Dance, the Dance of Life and Death, describes use of sex and orgone energy to attract spirits toward and around the copulation, it is a step toward harnessing and developing the spiritism abilities promised by the occult teachings of Thanateros (sex & death) which I was also introduced to at the same age and recognised references to throughout the Warhammer visual codex as much as it is in HR Giger’s art.

It worked multi-level on me which is evidence that I always had a multi-level mind capable of discerning and interpreting more than one level of meaning at the same time, living in split realities, different versions of the same thing, different relationships between cause and effect as the multiversal layers shifted, kaleidoscopic. To me, this was what a Harlequins garb was all about, what it refers to.

Death Jester by mattokenzi

The mono-filament cord became the kundalini, specifically the triple-coiled serpent of the base chakra, that which seeks, once tamed and trained, that which draws source energy up through the chakras; the rainbow fetish of standard Harlequins clothes revealed precisely for what they mean. Monofilament, deadly and sharp, concise; invisible as it is a stalker, a hunter predatory and it hides, protective, something so adept at avoiding detection it must therefore by necessity have become so. Later all this would make sense to me. Later, the ritual sex-magickal training of the Order of the Morning Star became a life passage, eros aspect (sexuality) of Thanateros, followed by the longer phase of thanos (death). Later I would understand the Chakra system as the Rainbow Feathered Serpent of the Maya and Re, the rainbow winged goddess of Egyptology. It requires spirit-work to know the whole interconnectedness; of how spire, orgone and Prana the life-flow, can be used in harmony with astrological mechanics to connect holistically to the external universe and its denizens. That is a big topic beyond the scope of this teething insight.

uploaded by Christopher Kay

As I think about this blog, I can see clearly that the concepts of Life and Death which connect both Thanateros with the Love and War Dance of the Harlequin, are also related to an ongoing study I have called 'Ishtar is Itza'; the Ways of the People (mayan 'Itza' means 'urban', the era which we are now entering) are the same thing as the Assyrian Goddess of Love, War and Fertility (Ishtar). It all interconnects; here we are exploring precisely the same themes through a variety of different but related paradigms. 

The Eldar worship a goddess called Isha (harvest), their co-creator along with the hunter Kurnuos. The names of these resonate through celtic and far-eastern cultures. It has taken me decades of study to assimilate the depth of this information, that the Wahammer / Eldar cosmology and pantheon are speaking about the same energies, the same entities, as were our ancestors. It is a living tradition; updated as a modern mythology.

Phat Art Pack

a dozen awesome artists whose work I have been feasting my senses on tonight.

(i will upload some pics to this blog when i get time to do it)

Herakut

Hera Won 

Redd Walitzki

Laurel Terlesky

Phresha

Laurie Mcclave

Marie-Louise Bicket

Lea Barozzi

Patricia Ariel

Megz Majewski

Guilio Rossi

Heather Watts

Benon Lutaaya

See also this: Art Links :for more artists

 

Reptilian Mindset

Lessons in the Reptilian Mindset

1
hate anyone doing better than you,
scorn anyone doing less well than you,
compete for dominance with anyone perceived to be an equal
(using any unscrupulous tactics necessary - discreditation via a slander campaign usually does it)

2
Public image is more important than who you are on the inside. Public image is more important than who you are and how you act behind closed doors.

3
"This is who you are and this is what you must do and if you do anything outside of that or think for your self or do things your own way you will be punished, i will belittle you and degrade you and make you feel awful because you are my energy donor and my slave and i am in control, i will punish you if you so much as try to slip out of my influence, do you understand?”

4
The system is there to be exploited. The purpose of that is to exploit people from a position of assumed authority within the system. Exploitation by energy abuse. Connect with others operating the same agenda. Protect them until such time as necessary to expose them.

DISCLAIMER:
This informational bulletin does not represent the beliefs of the person posting it and should not be taken as lifestyle advice. People who act in such a way as outlined by the points above are scum and should be removed from your circle of influence, not only for your own protection but for the good of humanity. Reptilians are abusers. They are not your allies, they are not your friends, they are not your family even if they happen to be genetic relatives.

No Talking

No Talking

"It is all over the day we hear each others voices"

Andy read the text message again in the window of his mobile phone.

He typed; "What do you mean? Who is this?", pressed Send.

It was a long moment to wait but Andy is a patient guy and chilled about stuff like this.

The phone pinged.

"When our eyes met in the bar, we both knew. I got your number. Meet me?"

He knew at once this was Amy, a cute girl he had seen and asked around about, had learned her name. She had slipped through his fingers and it had left him feeling down, but hopeful they might cross paths again.

"Where do you want to meet?"

"23c rue strasse. No voices. It ends when we hear each other talk. This is the rule."

For many months the people at 23a and 23b rue strasse were amazed to hear about their flatmates antics. The relationship was going amazingly well, surprisingly. Aside from intense intimate contact, sharing so much of themselves, observing so much about each other, they hardly made any noise together other than an occasional ecstatic gasp. The peace around them and the passion between them was profound.

The problem started when Andy, in his early days of figuring Amy out, wondered if this was some type of college experiment she was doing and was inspired to use the unusual quality of the relationship as thesis for his sociology coursework. Alone at his own place he kept audio notes in his mobile phone recorder, during which he discussed not only Amy and his feelings about her, what it was like being in a relationship with a no speaking rule; how they connected so deeply in ways and about things we do not even have words for. He also discussed it in relation to other aspects of sociology. Andy frequently scored the highest grades in his class.

The problem was not of Andys doing. It was not his fault that the envy of another student resulted in the theft of Andys mobile phone and the release of the entire semester of private recordings into the public domain over the internet. Neither was it Andy's fault that the work was so brilliant it went viral and within a week the media had picked upon it and were stalking him for interview.

Musicians were mixing samples of his voice into their music. Girls were making video blogs about how sexy his husky accent was. The television was playing excerpts on the news channels; panels of professional experts were discussing Andys theories and quoting him on eveningtime psychology programs. Later, his research was written - accredited - into the academic syllabus. He was offered jobs teaching all over the country.

Amy could not leave her room without hearing Andy's voice. It was driving her crazy. The one person she needed to see, to be with in their comfortable, secure, stability of a silent bubble, was the very person she had forbidden from ever seeing her again. They were both devastated. They did both eventually get over it.


Copyright 2014 snakeappletree

The Surge Part One

The Surge, Part One

Copyright snakeappletree 2014

The rationale goes like this:

Technology progresses. Science progresses. It is the nature of evolution to be progressive. Magick should progress. After all, we call this thing magick, it is all that is elevated to beyond normal status. It does not simply progress, it progresses magickally (for want of a more appropriate adjective).

It is not only the individual spellcasters ability and understanding of what it is he or she or it is dealing with, which develops. The thing itself is evolving.

"What," asked the wizard on the first day of the apprentices tuition, "is magick? You will be asking this question for the rest of your lives."

"I won't." Replied the smartarse kid. "It's magick sir, it will reveal its answer to me by lunchtime."
The wizard chuckled. Being a wizard, chuckling had become a necessity more than a defining characteristic.

The group regathered after lunch. "So, my girl." Naturally the smartarse kid is female. Women are known for being the more magickal of the genders. "Have you an answer to The Great Question?"
She smiled. Bare in mind that only the most gifted of children are approached and recruited to be students at the School of Magick. Everybody here has some level of their own personal and unique ability which sets them aside from the mundane and normal everyday folk who have forgotten that the whole world and everything in it is made of magick, that our very lives are the result of the polar forces of magick and waning, that very same entropic entity which lends its name to a magicians tool through which the magickal energies are bound into a focus and emitted.

"I had a think about it, and I felt about it, and I concluded that everything is about to get rather strange." Replied the girl. "I believe that I have tapped into something, you see. It occurred to me that if the Principle of Perpetual Entropy is correct..."

The wizard interrupted. "Could you kindly explain that theorum in simple terms for the newbies to digest?"

"Well, since everything is in a state of motion toward a state of balance, a state which can never be achieved because there are an odd number of motes in the universe and as they all change combinations trying to find their perfect balance, yet none can, and so they keep moving. This is the first law, the law of perpetuation. The second law is the law of entropy, that the process of their motion uses up energy however by combining themselves into different arrangements, these arrangements are responsible for the creation of new energy..."

"So it is a mechanical universe, like clockwork machines?" I asked.

"It seems so. There is a third law in addition to this. The law of flowing, and that is the magickal one. The combinations and energies, we call them essences, of the second law are more like gates through which energy flows by causing the more mundane things around it to vibrate, the vibration is unique to that particular combination of motes."

"And it is these essences, which flow as streams, that we harness for working our magick." The wizard interrupted her and finished her explaination. "Each individual has a connection with a particular spectrum of essences which defines his or her or its magickal ability. My young lady you most certainly are top of your class, I must say."

"You won't be saying that in a moment, i figured out a way to change the whole superstructure of it while you were eating your chocolate coated banana."

"Eh, what?"

"Watch this." She shut down the harmonizer with a snap of her fingers. Overhead, a crystal dimmed in its glow. With the schools magickal defenses deactivated, the grid emitted by the crystal no longer streamlined all of the wild energies surrounding the students and teachers, and the vast collection of enchanted items, collected together at the school. As soon as this happened, all of those energies began talking with one another; blending, merging, creating new forms. It is well known that when a lot of highly powered magickal items and people are gathered together that an event known as the Surge naturally occurs, which results in either one of two outcomes; the energy disperses, rendering the items mundane and disempowering the magicians in the area, an effect known as the waning; or there is a highly charged magickal storm, a vortex in which new combinations of magickal streams are created and earth themselves by creating mutated and bizzarre results, in an area surrounding the eye of the storm, the vortex itself. These objects enable their users to tap into previously unknown spectrums. The vortex will close itself once it has sucked up enough essence from the world into itself. There are legends that the worst of these surges leave behind an item known as a surge crystal, the qualities of which are undisclosed by those who are reputed to have them.

I have one. I have a surge crystal and that is the secret source of my magickal power. Without it I would be just like any other mundane normal person unable to perform acts of magick. So far, if any of the wizards, warlocks, witches, wyrds and wowflings I have met have recognised that i carry a surge crystal, they have not mentioned it. I seriously do not believe that it is detectable. I will tell you another time how I came to have it. At this moment, with a crazy girl shutting down the worlds heart crystal, the panic in the room was rising fast. Panic of course is itself an essence, an energy, to be harnessed by those who know how.

To be continued...


Attention Snap

Attention Snap

They all play the same game.

Example; I am looking at the sideboard because I am about to make a cup of tea. I am looking to see where the kettle is and where my cup is. These are items I will need to touch with my hands and therefore i am looking to see where i need to tell my hands to go, and at the same time, to work out what order I should be doing this in. I need to switch the kettle on before I pick up the cup and add a teabag into it. These are all reflex motor skills, I need to do the visual check simply to make sure of where the items are in relation to where I am. This vague summary is an establishing view, a widescreen view. The scan of the area is a scattered Attention. My eyes focus in on the button on the kettle which turns it on (as i have already noticed it has enough water in it to make a cup of tea). I reach out to touch the button. This is the first time an observer can witness what I am doing and where the focus of my Attention is.

It is at this precise moment that the children (of whatever age) speak, usually sharply, to distract and divert my Attention. They do this because the scan and the act of coming into a focus puts my Attention energy into a focus, to be transferred to whatever it is on. By snapping my attention toward them, the kids harness that mote of energy. I have a choice whether to ignore them until i am ready (self respect) or to be diverted and turn my attention to them instead of finishing the act of pressing the button on the kettle. Originally when people snap our Attention to them at the last moment before contact, it is as a warning, such as they have noticed a danger which I have not. This is what we are programmed to respond to at a deeper level of reflex action than whatever act we have just had to summarize and come into focus to perform.

This is a trick used by so many people to gain a mote of energy that we are usually ignorant to it happening. When we continue with our act and touch the button on the kettle instead of diverting our attention to the person, they usually pause because their game has been broken. Often they will be upset and aggressive toward us. These people are children of whatever age and they should be treated as such. Recognizing that they are playing this Attention grabbing game, which is disrespectful of your own integrity, because they are using you as an energy donor, is the first step toward freeing ourself of an energy vampire. Training them that this is what they are doing and that they are to stop doing it is the best way to go about this. Some people do not even realize that they are doing it. Others will resent you for pointing it out to them. If they cannot learn, they are unwelcome in your space.

The Moire

The Moire

Please do not interpret the following in any way racist. I am trying to search language and its development. My interest is linguistic, not politics.

We have all heard the 'N' word to describe black people, which in some parts of the world is highly aggravational. I have heard some people say that only black people can use this word without it being offensive. It is a word that used to be harmless, originally it was harmless. There are several stories about how it has changed over the past few generations and I am not an expert on that. Apparently when slave owners started using the language of the slaves to describe the slaves, it became a dirty word and then the slaves started using it as a dirty word. Because of the taboo around using this word, it is difficult to know if that is accurate. It is likely that there are other levels of meaning for the word used by different groups. The media has had a big effect on what people think it means and how it is used.

Nobody has heard of the O word. Most you will assume that I am talking about oral pleasure. I am not. I am talking about another West African word which is a direct parallel to the N word. Ofay. Ofay is a word used by black skinned people to describe white skinned people.

Blonde is a word used to describe pale haired people while Brunette is a word to describe darker haired people. Neither of these are in any way insulting, they are descriptive, nothing more. My intention for using the words nigger and ofay are with the same purpose; descriptive, nothing more.

Ofay also spelled O'Fe, means 'white skinned'. According to the Urban dictionary it has been replaced by use of the terminology 'white devil' which indicates either that Ofay means the same as white devil, or that the people using these words changed their attitude toward white skinned people and therefore changed the word used to describe them. It is possible that this is also what happened with the N word.

It is apparent that in the past two hundred years, these words are a those of the language of racial tension that has come along with racial integration. We know the history that a minority of people made slaves of and decimated the cultures of other groups of people. We are trying to create a different social environment now and for the future which is based on equality and not prejudice.

From a historic point of view in observing social and cultural development, these are important words.

I discovered about the word O'Fe because I was researching Celtic / Irish terminology relating to the Fae, a word which means the Fayries, Elves, the quick-spirits; they do have a lot of names, their mutable nature as creatures of light. This was a side-line from my research into basic etymology, I am exploring the relationship between the word Male and Female, why the prefix Fe has been applied to the term Male ? Fe is the younger Futhark rune from nw European travelers, meaning ‘portable wealth’. It indicates ‘the exchange’ or ‘the transition’ of energy/goods to/from one form and another. Compare; Trae and Rae, Traders and Raiders (tree-workers and reed-lurkers).

The conclusion is that the darker skinned people looked at the lighter skinned people and used a word to describe them which was accurate to their world-view at the time, within the limitations of the language base and thereby assigning to them some quality of association with the appropriate terminology.

The O'Fe of west Africa and the Fae of Ireland both have connectivity. These are words from an older time, where sea-faring people who were not always warring and enslaving one another, ergo were trading with one another, which we certainly know people at that time were doing because the folk-legends and mythologies are full of stories about it; often describing mysterious foreigners with highly exaggerated poetic description.

Such a time as to our generation, befits the modern mythologies of a time before it all went bad for a few centuries, a time from before we began recording history and therefore the victorious conquerers re-wrote the real events to fit their own version, in which of course they portrayed themselves as the good guys. Those books are what we call the histories, where the human tradition of oral storytelling with all of its mythologizing is regarded as hearsay compared with what was written down on paper as an academic account. Neither is superior, they both have their place in our multi-culture as it fast becomes a monoculture.

Some of those books, stored for posterity in warehouses, somewhere in the world, are worth reading; if one can learn to translate them into modern interpretable words complete with notes on original meaning where words have changed their meanings. Such Preface and Appendixes are necessary as a part of the movement we will see occur in the 21st century as more and more old world information is made available through it being entered into the global communication database, the internet. It is a lot of information to assimilate and it will undermine the version of history that most of us were academically educated into believing. It will also provide a wealth of inspiration for the future generations.

For future generations where personal re-creation is available as never before possible, because of technology and what it makes available to us, this quintessentially human defining purpose has become internalized, lest it be lost as we we cease to be the dreaming of our ancestors. We become the dreaming of ourselves.

Art+Tech=Evolution

Emerging Technology = Expressionist Liberation and Multi-Disciplinary Integration

'cyber art’

It is the same as critics said when photographic cameras came along; that it would be the death of art. Yet what happened was liberation. Instead of painting photorealism as historic record, the 20th century became expressive. Many new ideas emerged along with visual art and of course it fed back into photography and all the other creative outlets (music philosophy drama poetry literature etc).

Now with computers at the stage they are, more of the same. In a few years we will have holographic projectors and a few years after that we will have contact lenses with augmented cyber and reality. 90% of humans will be using that in normal daily life, paying premium to turn the adverts off, paying to keep the share-space free. Group digital hallucinations will integrate seamlessly with physical environment; touch operable holographic displays will integrate seamlessly between physical and digital. Along with the 3d printing machines there will be a fusion of all the different technologies.

Those of us involved in the process of dreaming can only imagine what this will do to art forms, with everything becoming interchangeable. How it affects humans will be evolutionary: we will apply the fluidity to ourselves and to each other, it will teach us to accept and overcome differences between genders, ages, nationalities, -ism’s.

We are really still at the beginning of that so far as cyber art is having an impact because most of it is still contained inside of the machine. We are in, and entering deeper into a Rennaissance period the scale of which humans have not encountered since we first learned how to harness fire, it really will have that big an impact. We are pioneering what will later become distinguished movements by which the 21st century will be categorised.

a pocket guru guide to buddhist basics

Get it from the horses mouth and weigh the truth yourself. This is nirvana, living in truth, based on satori, the moment of enlightenment (assessing the truth by your own integrity). Otherwise you exist in sansara, the confused / conditioned mind. Respectability comes from faith in ones own connection with instinct. Instinct never lies. Respectability comes from honesty, actions based on truth, not on lies. Reliance on rumor, gossip, slander, to build a world view and opinions, is false rhetoric. 

This is where translating the creed splits it into two discernable levels of meaning.

Being true to your own instinct is purity of intention. The word Prana has three translations / means; instinct, life-flow (ka), energy (chi). To use these words interchangeably is to develop understanding of the message intended by the creed.

In practicality only an ascetic could maintain that level of integrity. It is described as 'wild' (rousseau's 'noble savage') by civilized peoples. This is an amusing paradox. Compromise of integrity so as to function as a social organism and/or interact with environmental limitations becomes necessary. At this stage the pure creed becomes Taoism rather than Stricture.

This leads us to the other level of interpretation of the creed. It is about social conduct. The two definitions can be described in simple terms as; Honesty with others and Honesty with ourselves.



I saw while writing this that the word 'guru' is also sanskrit, from components;

Ru - speach / 'that which issues forth' / mouth / yoni / indicative of female principle (yin - flowing)

Gu - shaped clay / 'that which has been formed of the earth' / geo / hand-crafted / indicative of male principle (yang - assertation)

Both of these are in the active rather than past tense.

U - symbolizes 'receptacle for' 

A Haunted House

Living in a Haunted House

“Why are you in my space?” she asks with a hissizzle to the top right of my head.

“Its not your space, its my space.” I reply, unsure if she means the building or the mind-space.

If we are sharing a telepathic link then she will hear it in her mind, me in mine, which only goes to show that Mind is not a personal thing but a place which anyone whose senses are functional is capable of accessing, a shared space.

We both think in similitude that the other one is broken.

“You are dead.” I explain. Not for the first time.

“But I did not do anything wrong!” she exclaims in reply.

To my perceptions this is example of how she is broken.

I have not at this point attempted to see it from her point of view, which is my next step.

She has been floating around me today ever since I returned home with my four year old boy and heard her as I unlocked the front door, greedily think out loud; “Ah! Now I can feed.”

At which time I put frankincense oil on myself and on my son as a ward to protect us. He has just had a shower which means I need to put more of it on him, after he falls asleep because I have just put him to bed for the night. I have also lit some incense which various tradition s regard as either a ward or as food for the disembodied spirits. It is nag champa, it keeps going out so there are half-used nag champ sticks all around the house. It comes dry from the packet but two days later it is too damp to re-light it, which says a lot about the humidity at this time of year, autumn into winter, in south Wales where it rains most days.

I do not know if the spirit knows she is dead. Whenever I try to explain it to her, using varying degrees of tact or blatancy, she disappears. She does not yet want to come to terms with it. I have lived here for five years, this has been going on for at least that long. She was the owner of the house; she willed it to her four sons who are my landlords through an agent. The conditions of the will are that the house cannot be sold for four hundred years, it is to remain in their family. I can quit imagine she will still be in it in three hundred and ninety odd years from now. I really do not intend to stay here myself for that duration.

She cannot accept that she is dead because to her logic, she can only be dead as a result of her having done something wrong. She feels that I am pushing her out of her rightful space. I have had to struggle with her to assert myself as having a right to be here at all, as the dominant one in this relationship simply because I know the truth of it, that I am inhabiting a living body which exists in time while she has had her time and is now passed on but has for whatever reason, not passed over. It is this reason that I am trying to ascertain and reasoning with her is not easy.

She certainly is hostile toward other women who have lived here, namely my sons mother who has now moved on, largely due to the intervention of this old witch in our relationship. The crazy old ghost knows a lot of variations of the same tricks, essentially mental and emotional control. As an observer I am learning a lot from this experience.

It is different with men, she has a different attitude toward men. These old Welsh methodists are stubborn and ill equipped to deal with the reality of what happens after the body dies and the soul goes elsewhere. Most of the spirits I have given counselling to and helped to pass over in the past few decades of my life as an active spiritualist, they have been methodists because that is the era of history I am living in, several generations after that accursed religion was the main indoctrination of the culture in this part of the world. And it is wrong, which is why it left so many broken souls behind.

Like so many broken souls, she is like a child; frightened or tantrums or content and minding her own business, occasionally curious. These types of spirits do appear to feed on human energy; I can remember a little more of the doorstep conversation now.

“Well you are not feeding off me or my boy.” I replied.

“It’s only a little bit.” She assured me.

“It is not yours though.”

No answer; I went straight for the frankincense.

The state of mind and perception, the energy-alignment, involved with mediumship is different from that which is required of normal conversational small-talk by the society of the living. I very often cannot communicate about my spiritual work simply because I forget about it when I am distracted by other peoples streams of consciousness. And yes, they are distractions rather than all-important, worth saying in the first place. Most real meaningful communication requires no words.

Often it is this distraction which alerts me to the spirits in the first place, in exactly the same way a spider in the center of its precision-balanced web is alerted to anything happening anyplace on its web. Those are not just pretty patterns, those webs are weights and counterweights. Spiders ears are in their knees; the web is an amplifier of its senses, very finely attuned to pick up vibrational changes in its environment. And spirits exist as vibrational changes. Spiders are aware multi-dimensionally.

Not much else is happening tonight so there is not really very much more of this anecdote to write about at this time. It is like this once a week, once a fortnight. I am aware of her moving about most days I am here, my being sensitive enough to pinpoint locate her when she is active. I have seen her and some other spirits, seeing them as orbs on quite a few occasions. There is spirit space here, the house is a portal. One spiritualist, a clairvoyant whereas I am clair-audient, saw her in human form. I have seen that a few times also, quite a few people have done who have visited this house. 

I am using the term spirit and soul interchangeably. Technically there is a difference, a spirit is a life-force energy of any nature while a soul is specifically a mammalian spectrum transmigratory spirit. It might include reptiles also but they are generally different enough that we cannot communicate with them in quite the same way, they are a different spectrum. Tree spirits appear closer to mammals than are reptiles because of their bonding nature. The same souls can incarnate into or inhabit bodies of different animals. Not all spirits are from the Darwinian evolutionary tree. We use generalisations for sake of an easy discourse.

I am considering that it is possible that the chronic fatigue syndrome I experience most days is a direct result of being fed on by ghosts. Exorcising them the pagan way involves counselling them, communicating with them, getting them to see reason that their time has passed, that they have to let go of mortal attachments in the buddhist sense, and move forward to their next life. Exorcising them the catholic way is not something I know much about although it does seem to me that most peoples idea of it involves a painful process of banishing them and sending them through purgatory. Purging is like forging, an alchemical process of transmutation of the soul through experiences. It is usually the fear of facing our own personal karma which causes us to be unable to let go of attachments.

I need to grid the house. The method for this is to build a structure with the imagination. 'Imagination is not imaginary’ is a phrase from the order of the golden dawn. The grid is to take the eight corners of the room and connect each corner one at a time to a point in the center of the room, and to see all of those links at the same time, and connect it, root it, to the center of the earth. Wherever the electromagnetic crystal core of the world is at that time, will affect every particle in the room and position it Now rather than it lagging in the past. I have to do this for every room and then for the whole building. I have to do this as regularly as I remember to do it. It detaches my vibrational existence, my time of dwelling here, to Now and unlinks it from the insistent past. It helps, it gives me the space I need to function.

She simply does not know how to approach me or the topic. It is easier for her to sleep for a while and then return when she is hungry again. The nostalgia of ghosts is a frustration for the living. We need to remember this when our time comes. It is fear of facing our karma that is attachment to the material density. Others can forgive us but until we can forgive ourselves, we cannot let go. It really is that simple.