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Then came the Buddha, a soul of finest sensitiveness, tormented by the search for the final Cause. At birth he seemed already weighed down by the burden of innumerable lives, and consumed with longing for the supreme peace.

On the third night of initiation he rose by immense effort to the world of the gods. Would he now at last find the peace he longed for? It was a vision of unspeakable glory… He saw first the luminous archetypes which light up the threshold of the divine world - circles, triangles, flaming stars, patterns for the material universe. Then there appeared to him the cosmic powers, the gods, who have no fixed shape, but who work in multiformity in all the worlds. He saw wheels of fire, whirlwinds of light and darkness, stars that were transformed into winged lions, gigantic eagles, or radiant heads rising from vast oceans of flames. From these, appearing and disappearing, changing and multiplying, there seemed to flow luminous currents which flooded through the whole universe, encircling the planets and giving shape and form to all beings. But as the seer plunged ecstatically into all this ardent life, he heard suddenly the sorrowful cry of humanity rising from the depths, an ever-swelling chorus of desperate entreaty. The he discovered a thing that seemed terrible to him. This lower world, this world of struggle and pain, had been created by the gods! Further, they had grown, they had attained self-consciousness, by means of their universe; and now, floating above it, but inseparable from its essence, they drew life from the reflux of its forces! Yes, the immortal gods were clothed in the light and fire that issued from their hearts; but for man this fire had become passion, this light, anguish. They fed upon the flame of the human love that they had awakened; they breathed the perfume of its adoration, the smoke of its torment. They drank these seas of souls filled with sorrow and desire, as the tempest drinks the foam of the ocean. They, too, were guilty! And as the dreamer’s vision embraced wider, vaster perspectives of space and time, as his spirit fled from age to age, he seemed to see these gods overwhelmed in the final collapse of their worlds, sunken into cosmic sleep, forced to die and to be reborn, they also, from eternity to eternity, while ever creating new worlds doomed to suffering.

The whole universe now seemed to Gotama like a frightful wheel to which are bound all living beings, together with men and gods. There seemed no way to escape from the inevitable law which caused the wheel to turn. From life to life, incarnation to incarnation, all beings vainly recommence the same adventure, and are pitilessly beaten down by sorrow and death. Behind them extends the immeasurable past, before them the immeasurable future, throughout an infinite series of existences. Earths, heavens, and hells are born and disappear, arise and are swept away, throughout eternity.

- From Sphinx to Christ

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BELIEVE

FROM THE PRESENCE OF THE SUN,

FOLLOWING DARKNESS LIKE A DREAM

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While the intellectual-conceptual contents of materialistic worldviews gradually lose their hold on human culture, the strengthening of self-consciousness, individual free thinking and conduct, and their past, present, and future social and cultural fruits, will continue to increase, but will be integrated into more human and spiritual worldviews. Philosopher Ernst Cassirer pointed out that legend, myth, religious revelations, and folklore are truthful descriptions of reality no less than the later scientific ones. They should not be arrogantly conceived to be ignorant “projections” and “animations” on the screen of an otherwise meaningless universe, created out of the wishful fantasies of primitives who had not yet discovered the ultimate ground of meaningless and despair that the light of modern science and technology reveal, but rather as primeval modes of cognition intimately woven into the very fabric of universal and human life. This conception of the evolution of human consciousness does not naively take the recent subjective changes in human cognition to mean that, because we no longer imaginatively perceive angels and gods, elemental spirits and human souls as spiritual realities, they “never existed” and are mere products of uneducated fantasy. Rather, it is open to the more logical possibility that for a short historical span of evolution humans lost the atavistic soul faculties that enabled them to perceive the world spiritually, because if such atavism had persisted, the human self never would have been able to awaken to itself as an independent self and creator of a social order that would reflect this freedom and creative possibility. This approach explains convincingly that in order to develop a clear-cut sense of individual self-hood, rationality, and individual moral judgement, the older powers of cognition had to pass away.

- Individuation and Modern Initiation

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did a birth chart reading a while ago only for it to be further reminder of the treacheries of modern western astrology. started off with a i am not a therapist disclaimer that immediately shut off any potential exchange. i understand not wanting to listen to the same laments that basically always boil down to a person blaming everyone but themselves for how they turned out, but…. the point is to let someone draw out their biography in order to overcome it, overcome their family… their environment… their personality... true astrology is a means to an end, it’s meant to help the purge required for an individual to catch a glimpse of the flaming letters written inside their own heart… the word… which is what therapists should do, but fuck them hoes too. a “science of the soul” that is content with admitting existence to things of soul only in the realm of dreams, and cowering before the reality of it. anyways, the astrologer also claimed to have some clairvoyant abilities, and mentioned past life tea, which i already had been aware of. underneath my lesbian monk attire dwells the smell of iron and dirt. sun conjunct pluto & antares. the slow realization of all these secret third things over the course of my externally bare adulthood has tremendously helped me, it’s changed me. why was my childhood like that? crushed under another’s will. it’s the story of my mother as well, but i don’t blame her for continuing it. we suffered from rage that was ours before either of our births. it was all self inflicted. i am not free, but i am on my way. inshallah. and FUCK PISCES while i’m at it.

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It is as if all the veils fall from human souls. They reveal themselves as they are, and sometimes it is like a volcanic eruption. I would never have believed that people could be so complicated, so miserable and so ignorant of themselves; so much the victim of their own feelings and the plaything of their 'illusions'. Nor would I have believed that a fairly strong dose of intelligence, as is characteristic of our time, could, as a result of self-love, go hand in hand with a complete lack of real understanding, 'insight'. This 'insight' is more likely to be found in the minds of the more simple-minded, whose eyes vanity does not close, whereas the clever can be astonishingly narrow-minded and easily fall prey to their own conceit. Souls really are like landscapes, and I now have to travel through these landscapes.

Marie von Sivers to Edouard Schuré

Saturday, October 7, 1905

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For the serpent of Genesis has his own word - the word which is the “surplus” over “yes” and “no”. He is in possession of a third term.

And here we return to the question that we posed at the beginning of the lecture, namely: Has the serpent, having said, “You will not die”, simply told a lie, or has he stated a truth from the range of truths proper to the domain of the serpent? In other words: What is the “surplus” that the serpent adds to the “yes” and “no understood as life and death?

If you accept, dear Unknown Friend, what we have said in the preceding Letters on the difference in principle that there is between life and electricity, between the principle of the Virgin and that of the serpent, you will certainly be able to penetrate more deeply the secret of the “surplus” offered and promised by the serpent to humanity concerning the “yes” and “no” understood as life and death.

Here is this secret: the serpent offers and promises such a crystallization, according to the principle of enfoldment, that the human being will resist death and become, so to say, “death-proof”, immune to death. This crystallization is effected through friction, i.e. by the electrical energy which is produced by the struggle between “yes” and “no” in man.

- Mediations on the Tarot

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Greenland

the Aztec nightmare continues

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addison rae’s debut served as the cultural signifier for the (now) incoming partial collapse of the US….. idgaf if you don’t get it cause i do

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die my love is one of the most dogshit movies i’ve ever seen. anti-human, anti-life. it gave me a migraine that forced me to fall asleep at 8 pm on a friday night. i 1000% believe there are demons in its pixels that attack the viewers’ souls. the movie was made by putting meredith marks in a downer induced coma while a hypnotist asked her sleep paralysis demons questions in order to feed the info to chat gpt for the script. what made it really evil was that it seemed completely unaware of its nihilism. when humans refuse to be conscious other beings sneak in. lynne ramsay get your astral aura checked out bitch you got ahriman up in there.

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What then is humble Psyche like at her origin? A passing breath, a floating seed, a bird which emigrates from life to life, beaten by the winds. And nevertheless, from shipwreck to shipwreck, across millions of years, the soul has become the daughter of God, and no longer recognizes any other home than Heaven! This is why Greek poetry, with rich, profound, luminous symbolism, compared the soul to a winged insect, now a worm, now a heavenly butterfly. How many times was it a chrysalis, how many times a butterfly? It will never know, but it feels that it always has wings!

- The Great Initiates

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addison rae = the vessel for the next emergence of whatever new parasitic american fungus is set to shape culture at large. the absolute bleakness of post covid (2016 as the real starting point…) served as the fermenting ground. the final cry of the outer planets in pisces: self consciousness driven to its limits, absurdity, the online hysterics and micro management of morality. it’s when the Real went underground to fecundate so the only things that appeared at the surface were discard & worms like chappell roan, anxiety by doechii, the resurgence of kendrick lamar, sabrina carpenter, gracie abrams, brat, shades posing as living human beings like gabriette, the trillion other famous for 5 seconds things, people, locations, events, horrors, and tragedies that took place. but what does she signify for america specifically? incoming terrorism, domestic & foreign. massive economic instability, the death of the US $, rioting. trump as the fated overseer of the dissolution of the country. this summer… something wicked comes this way. why? bc these types of things (opiates for the masses) always breathe their first breath and spawn their first shoots when turbulence and chaos are starting to bash themselves against the world’s shores. i have other apocalyptic views to share, but they’re still at the schizophrenic level, so i’m keeping them to myself. MY POINT IS-

[ialwaysbelieve]

[zindabad1738]

turn it off

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i had to stop reading jung & psychology books in general a while ago. i would have continued to be content to drink from those springs so to speak if i was more caught up in daily life. relationships, steady employment, etc. but due to providence, my external life has been bare throughout my 20s, although never meaningless. it wasn’t enough. i knew i had to search elsewhere when in the foreword to wilhelm’s iching translation he confessed to being embarrassed of having to present such an archaic collection of “magic spells” to a modern audience. really? liber novus made it clear he pierced the veil early on, but his silence on it… i do not wish to condemn him as he went much further with trying to create a true science of humanity than most of his peers back then, let alone the feeble voice psychoanalysis now speaks with, but his fear repulsed me. fear of being ostracized, fear of public judgement, fear of diverging from the materialism of the time, and most importantly fear of truly acknowledging the superior realness of that other world he so often wandered into and the choir of beings resounding throughout it. where we fell from, and where we agonizingly now climb back towards. the Spirit. others’ exploration of the outer spheres of today’s accepted beliefs put temporary balms on my soul’s hunger, yet at the same time they continually led me to despair. it is true that the light most souls shine out from within themselves into that pitch black is a pitiful thing, but no modern public figure was outlining a way to navigate in the dark beyond the tepid light our personal selves throw onto the walls as we shuffle to who knows where along them. is there nothing beyond ourselves? what is The Purpose, what is my purpose? did it always have to boil down to vague and abstract ways to live a “real” life. i was so sick of it. everywhere i turned there was no real nourishment. humanity thinks itself king of this earth and yet where are the answers to the corporeal and spiritual plagues of modern life? nowhere! science and religion are silent, they choose to serve dark masters instead, even if unwittingly. we do not even make attempts to see where our present conditions are leading us beyond nebulous statistics, let alone discern their true causes. ah, but that is the struggle for this era. each must make the effort to strive with all their power, alone. time is shortening, and since we cannot See, we are not aware that invisible hands fervently long to reach out and meet us halfway.

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