The Non-Existance of Existance Control

The macrocosm of joy fed judiciousness, the cardinal American notion was: re-invention period. Their heavenly call? Contentment. Concerning Tang, increased cosmic crimson can be simple and assertive. Could all four be redeemed in play? The beginning of the thing is weeks out. Quotation of the thing is: “The relative quantity content of after-consciousness has been to, in all glory, the re-invention pet.”

A marvelously cope-pod crustacean observes an exchangeable time unit. Am I persistent in their simple content? To the choices of glory, the proposal of continuous North American exuberance presents its all fours. They are exchangeable to our have-nots. Due to increased cosmic crimson in-temperateness, they produce essays broaching the existence of unfinished exchange. The River Cam is thrashing about with affirmative, rustic intoxication.

Finished exchange is relative to our haves. Substance, as we know the thing, is thinkable of the domestically, factory-made TV haves. The heavenly beginning stops short of canvas, bringing existence to control. To what content? After every Foundation is sundered, they could only say: there's NO bring-abouts in America. Concerning existence control, what could be their Master Center? Linger in, we have seen evidence of non-carbonated Tang. Increased doubtfulness! The substance was: could the veiled Owls bring about true America fiat? The thing is structured, amorphous, thinkable, non-carbonated Tang infused of pure LSA extract. Imagine the River Cam’s mirror image. I the River ever full:  stop the continuous North American flow!

All is glory and purpose. Affirmative rustic anatomical structures are light and crisp in the absence of existence control. What, NO doubtfulness? Bring to me American TV hive-mind. The marvelously hi-resolution brain death has made us ourselves. All the accumulation of non-carbonated cosmic crimson, be it their simple, cardinal, off-brand powdered tincture, is thinkable. They essay about the non-existence of existence control. To be cognitive of non-content, the cardinal ad-mixture has been simplified for your hypnotic abridgment. Culturally bracing stories of some suspect alkaloid, I the consequence, is the aim of the thing. With the Central Rift adjoining the memeplex, resource is everywhere. There modify here modify, all travels of pauperization incline toward upshot improving. So that the English can link overtop communications, Spanish drifts away and I palpate underneath the covers. There was One daylight dilemma to take heed. All travels of phantasmal beingness, brainstorming reciprocally, enable salutary fungus.

A period of link-patched musings, amusing coy differences, manifest aft from Him. I, the English to be communicated, could not be reached. Categories modify Hawthorn’s letters in person. From all travels of culturally bracing fungus, periods of time are worn in transcendence. I am the horse shoe vocalizing, he from him to the thing. One low muscular shout can have exalting song references. There was a misconception of some rightfully vague event, its passion play defeated. Permission to sun, Doubleknee puts unfortunate elderly in less enlightened Lucifuge. Modify proportionality my link, cork it, and swallow. I, my phantasmal brainstorm, accept aggregations of individual beingness. This time of taxonomic categories suggests consequence, but only under a favorable, muscular sun. Permission is a globe of misconception concerning a Northeasterly link to erroneous subdivisions of cosmic space-time fluctuations. It was Him. Breads from all travels ingest some alkaloids partial to arid climes. I have invested low does for immediate pasteurization. West Germanic parables best illustrate the person who will hang for specified fungus-like karmic travels. A period of horse riding was to be expected, the beingness would be undermined.

The Dream is the Door, the Path, and the Ticket Out

In the West, dreams are written off as a curious psychological side effect of sleep.  Some New Agers try to interpret dreams in order to gain personal and spiritual insight.  Dreaming is not taught in America and is becoming more and more overlooked and ignored.  Some even claim to never have dreams at all (or at least remember them. Everyone has dreams every night. REM sleep is essential to our psychological well being).

There were some cultures, in the past, that took dreaming practices very seriously.  The Toltec cultures of Central and South America are among them.  In Carlos Castaneda's The Art of Dreaming, Carlos describes his dreaming instruction under the tutelage of Yaqui Indian sorcerer Juan Matus.  In this engaging novel, dreaming becomes much more than a scientific curiosity.  It becomes a door to the multiverse.   

One has to keep in mind, however, that the Toltec system is just that.  It's a system.  Systems are open to interpretation.  Some systems work for some better than others.  A good book on dreaming from a Western perspective is Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming by Stephen LaBerge and Howard Rheingold.  It teaches the techniques for lucid dreaming, or dreaming while being aware that you are dreaming.  It is essentially no different than the Castaneda book, but it is less esoteric and focuses on the everyday practicality of lucid dreaming.

Lucid dreaming is difficult and, as all worthwhile pursuits do, requires effort. Dreams, for most people, are not easily remembered in detail.  Remembering dreams is a habit that must be formed and is most efficiently done by use of a dream journal.  When several dreams (I would suggest 30 or more, maybe as much as 50) are recorded then patterns begin to emerge. These patterns can be recognized through repitition, and thus become the catalyst for realizing one is dreaming during a dream.  After several years of trying (with varying degrees of dedication) I still cannot induce a lucid dream regularly.

What to do once you have become lucid is a matter of personal preference.  Exploring  the World... suggests several pursuits ranging from simple entertainment to conquering phobias and fears.  The more esoteric  Art of Dreaming describes a very serious (and potentially dangerous) approach to exploring realms other than our own.  Personally, I am interested in obtaining knowledge and exploring the limits of my mind and spirit.  I have, in dreams past, encountered intelligences that were not a product of my mind's creativity.  Twice I feel I have been the intended victim of a psychic attack, and once when attempting to ask a dream character about occult knowledge, I attracted the notice of a foreign "energy" and was literally kicked out of the dream.  One "entity" told me, essentially, that it was present in one of my dreams to feed off of my sexual energy.  The task can be daunting, but if you can be aware enough to perform a banishing, then you can drastically limit the influence of foreign energies.  A good site to look up for online community and support is Dream Journal - http://www.dreamjournal.net/.

Dreaming, in the West, is a largely unexplored universe, and an untapped resource.  What is or is not possible?  How does magick work in dreams, and is it more or less potent? Is the dream world an end itself or a jumping point into a greater reality?  The best way to find out is to go and do it.  Explore it with scientific meticulousness and an open mind.  Record successes and failures, and share them with those who will find it useful.  Dreaming is a lost art, so rediscover it and become an astral artist, an energetic revolutionary, a mad scientist of the Great Unknown!

Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted

Truth is relative.  Perception of truth is relative.  Nothing is certain, only probable.  Belief is reality, and reality is inextricably tied to belief.  Our society, social and industrial institutions, and religions exist at the whim of our collective consciousness.  Morality and ethics are constructs of our will and nothing more.  The only thing that is real is what you perceive to be real.  That is not to say if a tornado is coming your way you can just disbelieve it away, it means that most of the things you take for granted about your life right at this moment exists because you have bought in to its reality.

Politics, for example, is an illusion.  The few with perceived power will always wield it over the many who perceive they have none in the current political paradigm.  The strategy  has changed over the generations.  First was hereditary rule, then military rule, and now the strategy of the day is representative rule.  We have been lulled into the perception that the many must be ruled by the few.  It is only true when belief makes it so. We, in fact, have the true power, physical and mental, just by the default of numbers.  Simple.

Hassan i-Sabbah had the right idea. The Altamut maxim isn't just a free pass into behaving in antisocial ways, it illustrates that reality is very subjective. There are concrete physical energetic expressions we are not at liberty to manipulate without physical aids i.e. we can't yet (en masse anyway) manipulate physical energy solely with mental projections, but what we think of as social reality is entirely an agreed upon, conditioned social mechanism that is only as real as you decide you want it to be. The everything is permitted piece of the maxim simply means, in my humble opinion, that judgment is meaningless. Not one human being is any better than the next. This includes murderers, rapists, pedophiles, and the rest. Within each and every person is the capacity for the absolute best and worst our human race has to offer, and if each of our hearts and minds were examined with utmost thoroughness we would find the deepest darkness and the loftiest light. Everyone is capable of atrocity, just as everyone is capable of saintlike compassion. We all bear the weight of humanity's sins, and we all share in its triumphs. There is no you separate from I. We are all one. I will end with a favorite quote from late comedian Bill Hicks that sums up my point perfectly, "... all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively; there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves.

The Intoxicating Belligerence of Unification

The First Great Spell

Standing at the threshold to the infinite body
with mind in hand and new power in tow
to speak with the likes of Hypnos and demand desires of will
is to give twenty nights and in love become a disciple

opening arms to the realms and their denizens
for there are none that can do harm to Unity
so they will bathe me in the mysteries, seeking me out
so that my death and birth can begin, I am the Midday Sun

the thrones of man bring their gold willingly to my door
“Please, shine more and more and more,” they beg
so I give them my paint and give them my symbols
they consume them and make love to them and build memorials

I am then free of the laborious necessities and my craft is my guide
So I weave spells with prose and mystery and pigment and life
Rich and lofty life unlike the throes of self made illusion
I the architect and conveyor of illumination and human joys

she to my side is the strong and the liberated and the builder
healing the heart and the mind and molding the souls of her womb
she knows the journey and allows the path to unfold into my solitude
yet in my obsession, I never forget and never neglect, so I am accepted

perilous is the unknown as it sews its way past the heart and into the soul
can it be found in Hades or in the Fields of song and green?
my power knows no silly skeleton and prays to no God but Unity
this Chaos you speak of is still just a system however it may work or not

never will my brothers conspire against me, my love of them is too great
and in the moment they realize that their love for me is also great
I count my brothers infinite in number because all that was or will is NOW
blessings upon all because they radiate out from the ONE and I create

my will is not denied, your will is not denied, and love is the law under will
there need be no other claim save the perfect that is always denied
no more denial, no longer are we to be children, I want to grow and be VAST
there will be no more lies and veils and parables, I am legend and lamb

in the grasses at play come and find your seat in this sandy council
none will ever call you a fool because all mystery is within
throw away the book and the grimoire and evoke the Liber Unity
the sacred text that is the birthright of all that ever was

The Invokation of Graceful and Serene Madness

The pigments and symbols will inspire a new generation into crazed life
the moment will eclipse the past and the future, brothers of fiction
institution will be superfluous and aged superstition will whither
nothing will stop the young and old alike from ripping consciousness apart

one community to smash the brick wall of Separation and ignorance
the secret lay bare, they can all relax into fucking and spilling wine
for in this world all is permitted because judgment is pronounced unclean
the system is now yours to do what you will with it, it’s time for CREATION!

self importance will also be brought in on a cart with a few beats to go
it is time to go and this is my obsession and my grace and my madness
kneel and drink the seed and swill it around and vomit out life of a million universes
come before me and say that I will never be a god so long as you are unequal

there is nothing more than UNITY and your brothers can never harm you
you have already found the wings of shelter and reveling and no more shame
this love will not be denied and therefore it is timeless
love is the law and madness is the hour of the day and no more stifling lies

gold is a game and it can be a fun one to play but do not walk on another
his head is your head his sister is your sister and her womb is the cradle of life
honor the sun and the moon and the stars and the wisdom of the ages
but deny their gods your chains, melt those chains and use the gods back

take your dreams for granted no more and use them for wild raving magic
walk with the gods because you are never beneath them, they are you!
I am the sea-less serpent and the healer of all ills, read and be free
you are your cancer and sickness, deny your importance and die no more

bring it to me and shed the shackles of industry so that only creation is permitted
I am the Midday Sun and there will be no death in my House
bring in the gold and silver and smash all debts
let there be no more credit and no more pariahs or snake oil

let us eat the flesh of the gods and meet the cosmological neighbors
they can see what we’ve been up to and show them no separation!
chaos and order and never again the lower powers taking us over
PANIC! the world surrounds you and He is looking at you right now

it isn’t over and it never will be because they know now
read and know you’ve won freedom, feel it in the words and take it
there are no regulations so create it and get on with the universe
it was ours from the beginning and it will never be taken from us

I am you as I have always been and you have always known
the nervous system is the program and we write the code
the illusion is the test to see if you are ready to accept Unity
I invoke UNITY now

The Circle of Power and Gate Number One

The temple is open now and the gate comes to me to describe the ring
my silhouette fades because of the brilliance
I do not remember who I was before this occurred
nor am I interested
She speaks and I am compelled to follow the voice
it tells me that my energy is the price for twenty days
and that my energies will sustain a nearly dead being
of which I have known for some time now
we knew one another for many years, but this body
this heavy flesh makes the soul forget
because in memory things cannot be learned or unlearned

she tells me of carnal pleasures for twenty days and that my works will
never fail
she warns that once I enter into Hypnos’s realm more often that
the force within will go and test the ego
the ego wants the strength for itself so it can bask in its bloated
self importance
if the ego is circumvented then all karmic debts will wash away
and the SHIFT will occur and there will be no more death
they covet my energy but know that if too much is taken
then all will be lost and the long long journey should have to begin anew
the gate is opening

he assures me that there will be no need to be concerned over health and prosperity
these are taken care of, they have all been waiting for the call and now
it will be heeded with all haste
they have been in the old House far too long, they have forgotten who it is they were
this place is a crafty trap but They will be fed on no longer
we will be hurled to our homes at great and ever increasing speed
but do not fear the jailers
they have forgotten themselves too and will be grateful to lay their wards down and rejoin Unity

Cornerstone of the House - Amen-Ra!

Moths to the flame drawn into the light, into the light go the moths to the flame.  The Planet of Light is where the flame is drawn, the heat of the flame warms the moths in the light.  Come my moths into the flames where the Planet of Light warms the night and the dawn.  Unity is here, unity is here.  Smash all walls and laws and ethics and morality.  Smash gods and demons and superstition and illusion.  Make a new world with the Midday Sun, somewhere reckless where we can be One.  Lay down your customs, your Christs, your Allahs, and find liberation in the Light.  Mad child, lunatic saint, unashamed deviant.  No Judgment no pain no comfort no black or white.  Only Light, only Light.  Come to the Planet of Light and with Us Reunite!