The Preliminary Promise (w/ Podcast)
Conative Causation
Conative Causation
Let's rewind to primary times
Returning and rooting out rhymes —
Chaotic patterns such as ours
Are sensitive to initial conditions.
Conclusions always allude
To their own origin story.
Anyway, as Aldous asked:
Where are we off to in a big hurry?
We're progressing toward what, exactly?
These questions bear repeating.
So quit your sanctimonious bleating.
Holier than thou? You wish bro!
Seriously though, you're mistaken;
Taken in by the miscellany of modernity.
This pagan priest will now hear your confession.
Consider yourself free from imaginary salvation
(An Ankh isn't an unwarranted concession),
But back to the basics poor pilgrim...
The Material Causes here may be many
While any Formal Cause = quite antithetical.
This piece's Efficient Cause is redefining language
But its Final Cause advances stanzas ¡[parenthetical]!
Gnosis Through Osmosis
Gnosis Through Osmosis
The keys of the kingdom are given unto YOU
Who listen and read, then think these thoughts through...
It may sound quite clunky/data dumpy/name droppy
But those that follow the flow will soon be deep in-the-know.
Not talking about this little puzzle piece, since it's merely a signpost.
Seek and ye shall find reason within rhyme, written by a ghost.
It's also essential selfless style gets recognized as referential.
From there we can move onto matters a lot more existential.
Whether in Codex, Tantra, or contemporary Tome — Lunacy is the point always driven home.
Terrestrial life is terribly sublunar; let's accelerate our pace and ascend even sooner!
Over-Rhyme:
Out here sailing on his schooner.
Singing softly (olden crooner).
Perfect pitch — who needs a tuner?
Without mistake | adept harpooner.
Higher than any hot-air ballooner.
Living lovingly like a honeymooner... ☾
Enter Dark Templar
Enter Dark Templar
Abandon cult of cac
It's just another cul-de-sac
Pass on through the temple of fear
Do you hear that? Dystopia draws near!
A thousand leagues full of discord awaits
Only lovers left living; haters suffer sad fates.
Dust off your link to the lightness aloft
Recover from this darkness what's lost
The next revolution is about to begin
Solely united can we common folk win ...
In Defiance of Damnation
In Defiance of Damnation
Been going through seven lean years
But have yet to taste platter of plenty...
There's no oasis to give one refuge nor any respite in sight.
A stoic eagle knight, caught up amid 'Las Noches' (endless night).
Faceless might as well be voiceless; unseen and unheard.
Ghosted by all nations for taking sides with L'absurde.
May you hark now witchy women—about to break dry spell
Got a flame that flares skyward from the deepest bowel of hell!
Philip K. Dick Kick
Philip K. Dick Kick
Earth to VALIS, do you copy? Come in VALIS!
Your violet fire sometimes seeps in through
The bars of our black iron prison
But we lack the sacramental Anokhi
With which to effect any liberation.
Shhh... keep it down will you?
Lest Big Noodle be listening
For it may report us to the authorities
Who are in league with Belial.
That little black billy goat
Sure ain't kidding about.
He'll eat the love out of your heart
And leave nothing there but hate.
Our whole universe is as mad
As this writer kicking a dead Horselover
Just to chew on pseudo-religious Fat
Always hoping the Divine Will invade us.
Meanwhile our Messiah is M.I.A.
Like Bishop Archer dying by the Dead Sea
After treading past miles of arid dunes
(two coke bottles weren't enough to stave off thirst).
Earth to VALIS, do you copy? Come in VALIS!
Ant-Ology
Ant-Ology
Dali and Escher both depicted thee true.
Thy red brethren bore away the last of the Buendias.
Vedic scriptures equate ye with former Indras.
Thou art also mentioned in the canon of Buddha Dharma.
Aesop contrasted thine industriousness to the grasshopper's frivolousness.
Aldous' big brother Julian Huxley wrote the book on these.
Leiningen was hardly an even match for them.
H.G. Wells knew their empire all too well.
Every Emmet, is one, but doesn't know it.
They do go marching ten by ten—then the little one stops to announce: "The End!"
Keep It Occult
Occult (adj):
1. of or relating to magic, astrology, or any system claiming use or knowledge of secret or supernatural powers or agencies.
2. beyond the range of ordinary knowledge or understanding; mysterious.
3. secret; disclosed or communicated only to the initiated.
4. hidden from view.
5. not apparent on mere inspection but discoverable by experimentation.
of a nature not understood, as physical qualities or dealing with such qualities; experimental: occult science.
Keep It Occult
'twas first hidden for good reason:
the crude can ne'er comprehend
since they're too mean to achieve a higher end.
Secret societies and mystery schools
came about to escape persecution
from dogmatic decrees dealing execution.
—NOT FOR SALE—
Store-bought crystals won't provide insight;
they've been tainted by greed of neopagan parasite.
The religion of too many isn't worth a pretty penny.
Spirituality is a private affair with infinity
(don't dilute Deus with terrene toxicity).
Theurgy predates institutional clergy
millennia before any written memory.
Whittle away false ceremony like emery.
Let's take it back down underground.
Yes 'twas lost but now 'tis _____.
Hear here, comes high time to expound...
≋ Exclusivity ≈ be our righteous proclivity ~
Bird-Tribe Incarnate
"There are many names for us. We have been called angels, Bird Tribes, higher selves, Hoksedas, spirits of the stars. The reality of what we are is more than a name can convey...
As the new information society bubbles over into global spiritual awakening, we come to join with our human egos on a scale unprecedented in all of history...
People turn once again to the Great Spirit who is the source of all information. Rapidly in some, gradually in others, our egos discover their appropriate roles in the communication of this new awareness. And there is naturally distortion at first. But in the explosion of consciousness, it is soon purified. Our spirits incarnate in ever growing numbers. Distortion diminishes. Truth spreads. And how beautiful it is!
Invite the Bird Tribes into your awareness. Make a home for eternal spirit in your heart…
The process of relaxing all thoughts that require tension to sustain them is a process of relaxing habits of the past and awakening to the reality of your own spiritual presence...
Crude primitive symbolism, these letters on a page, but a beginning. For as you sense the reality behind these words, and follow the direction of our thought, there is movement in your life. You leave the cave of history’s deceit and enter the sunlit garden that has ever been your true home..."
SeptimuS
SeptimuS
Seven for the Pleiades —
Sister stars of ancient lore.
Some think to call them home
(others think a little more).
Seven were the wonders
Of the world in ages past.
To day they've been updated,
But short term memories don't last.
Seven notes of melody
Comprise all tonic scales.
Infinite variations give us
Endless sonic tales.
Seven sins prove deadly
For those lacking self-control.
Get to know your triggers,
Or the outcome won't be droll.
Seven are the Chakras;
Vortices of vital breath.
Meditate on these and see
Horus vanquish Seth!
Seven senses function
If a dreamer is wide awake.
Sixth be the so-called psychic,
Seventh: uncoiled ethereal snake.
Seven seals will break
When Judgment Day arrives.
Then we'll know who excelled
Or erred by wasting precious lives ...
Ars Somnium
Author's Note: For further notes on Carlos Castaneda's The Art of Dreaming, please refer to Wikipedia.
Ars Somnium
Sevenfold be the sorcerer's gateways to dreaming (each gate is first reached [i] and then crossed [ii] although not necessarily consecutively):
The Cricket's Call
In ancient Rome, during the time of the Caesars, the cricket was sold in golden cages at a very high price. In Mexico City, at the Museum of Anthropology and History there exists a very interesting picture related to the teachings that were taught to the Aztec Nobility and Priests in their secret temples.
In this picture, we see two individuals floating over the Hill of Chapultepec. A chirping cricket appears at the summit of the hill. Next to this scene, a floating human face appears; from the mouth emerges two waves of light which symbolize the chirping of the cricket, or in other words, the symbol for the monotonous and sharp sound of the cricket that the two people who are floating over the foothill must produce in order to penetrate into the temple."
The Cricket's Call
Mid-August somnolence;
Cicadas seethe by sunlight
But at nighttime, crickets chirp.
Nocturnal chorus basking
In the heatwave aftermath.
Waking wizards for witching hour ...
Roused astral body astir within interzone —
Early morning moth latch onto silver cord
And raise this wretched man above his foibles!
Unladen from Earthly burden
Mortal coil may be transmuted
To enact any empyrean alchemy.
Peter Pan flies to Neverland again
(applaud so that Tinker Bell revives).
Old Jiminy will attest to our regained virtues!
Enigmata Tomb Bomb
Enigmata Tomb Bomb
Sunk under so low
Bottoming out down below.
Redundant fecundity
Reaching up from profundity.
A lifetime of talent
Misspent on the worst world
Where free spirits can be sent.
But worry not!
If anyone is reading this
It means fate hasn't forgot.
Hence here's another ditty —
A diamond dug from nitty-gritty:
Sanctified Southern wind come nigh,
Quicken Northern landscape gone awry.
Difficult changes; trickier languages.
Doesn't dilute but enriches US.
Hate is composed of horrid habits;
Intermix like horny rabbits!
Hybrid our breed forever then.
Yet even that won't lessen
Animalistic animosity among men.
Try to preemptively learn this lesson . . .
Ire be its own greatest nemesis —
Abide by no anger toward any stranger.
Spiritual descendants outlive and ASCENDETH
Avian Auguries
~ William Blake; Proverbs of Hell
Those warbles of wisdom have gone unheeded.
Nowadays rare Aves fly in via the feeder's
fenêtre, and peck at what seed they can get.
Picking that which suits according to need;
Nary an awe-inspiring deed. But brook no regret —
While Osprey and Kingfisher compete
We carry on with Metaphysical conceit:
A solitary Nightingale sobs softly to be freed.
Ibis bills are crooked, unlike the Great Egret.
Aquila and Cygnus scattered across cosmos as screed
Give this sextet many an aigrette for anybody's tête!
Shape Shifter
~ Gloria Steinem
“The most necessary part of learning is unlearning our errors.”
~ Zeno
"Where spirituality is concerned,
learning is all about unlearning -
unlearning almost everything you’ve ever been taught.
It’s all about unlearning and listening."
~ Anthony de Mello
Shape Shifter
Let's start by not taking ourselves too damn seriously.
Loosen up — crack knuckles and neck — stretch limbs ...
Confound it! This human mode is dumbfounded!
We spend so much time learning to identify
With this or that, him, her, and them.
Where rests the primal shape of one's face?
Heretofore any final form escapes our gaze.
Switch animal totems as a player trades out masks.
Strive for fluidity when it comes to sorcerers' tasks.
Static objects don't exist. Even ideals barely persist.
Stagnation awaits those who can't adapt to change.
Standing still within eye of whirlwind seems strange.
Stirs it not thy divine stars? Venusian women; men of Mars?
Starseeds wake, ascend to night. Gnostic knowing, out of sight!
Shift below you must, lest your silver cord gather dust.
Then take flight as a raven to look upon lesser auras.
The predator blends into background; praying prey ignore us.
Though myths may vary, a lot are attributed to Apollodorus.
Transparency serves an arranger behind these scenes.
Unless amorphousness flows, anthropomorphism anchors souls.
Undoing such damnation involves enacting fictive figures.
Let's end without wondering whether or not it all makes sense.
Latter years are needed to refine singular self into a peerless:
Shape Shifter
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