The Lost Word Pt. 1: Through Hardships To The Stars

iAhuasca: an arrangement of mutually exclusive correspondences designed to transcend coincidence so completely that, upon comprehension, a niagra of synchronicity is triggered that projects pre-cognitive perceptions into the foreground.

The Ineluctable Modality of Rome: Chappelle Shrugged

“A swamp lies there below the hill,

Infecting everything I’ve done:

My last and greatest act of will

Succeeds when that foul pool is gone.

Let me make room for many a million,

Not wholly secure, but free to work on.

Green fertile fields, where men and herds

May gain swift comfort from the new-made earth.

Quickly settled in those hills’ embrace,

Piled high by a brave, industrious race.

And in the centre here, a Paradise,

Whose boundaries hold back the raging tide,

And though it gnaws to enter in by force,

The common urge unites to halt its course.

Yes, I’ve surrendered to this thought’s insistence,

The last word Wisdom ever has to say:

He only earns his Freedom and Existence,

Who’s forced to win them freshly every day.

Childhood, manhood, age’s vigorous years,

Surrounded by dangers, they’ll spend here.

I wish to gaze again on such a land,

Free earth: where a free race, in freedom, stand.

Then, to the Moment I’d dare say:

‘Stay a while! You are so lovely!’

Through aeons, then, never to fade away

This path of mine through all that’s earthly. –

Anticipating, here, its deep enjoyment,

Now I savour it, that highest moment.

(Faust sinks back, the spirits of the dead take him and lay him on the ground.)”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The “here, my son, time turns into space” in Parsifal refers to (1) the island; and (2) is a solution to the island. It all comes together in LOST, which secretly deals with bodhisattva: Mitleid, hence the Buddha. And karma and Maya. What was precisely not solved in VALIS (“pity’s highest power”) is at last solved at the end—as the end—of BTA: compassion as the bodhisattva or Buddha to be: viz: one attains Nirvana—escape from the island via the pulley—due to compassion—i.e., Mitleid, which solves the horizontal timeline. Pity is the fourth spatial axis.

This can be expressed best by: the way back onto the island—what the bodhisattva chooses (to do)—is, paradoxically, the way—the only way—off of the island.

Philip K. Dick

We’re all Clifford

Calendar Magic: Confirmation is the Seventh Sacrament

The following is a conversation I had with Alex Fulton last year.  In it we discuss our thoughts on the reasons why, except for a chosen few*, nobody ever wants to talk about Crytpo-Kubrology, or any other personally designed system of brain change/meta-programming.

I say personally designed because if you really want to transcend the meta-programming system you were given, or the last one you have chosen, you have to carefully inspect and use what should be the the finished product of that system - your new brain.

What happens when we kick the tires on that thing?  How can we examine the potentiality of the new model?

Hopefully, the meta-programmed has made a successful leap to 

meta-programmer, and the owner of that shining new ride passes on passenger, and moves over to the drivers seat.

It is my opinion that Crypto-Kubrology is the ever expanding falsework for a Cathedral of Consciousness that can help take you wherever it is you choose to go.  If you don't know where you're going yet, you probably shouldn't talk about Crypto-Kubrology.  

* count yourself lucky if you ever have more than one person included in this chosen few

^ thanks to J.J. for helping to make this happen.