Fuck Ideology

[osiris]

~Fuck Ideology!~





fuck:

1. To have sexual intercourse with.

2. To take advantage of, betray, or cheat; victimize.

3. Used in the imperative as a signal of angry dismissal.



ideology:

1.The body of ideas reflecting the social needs and aspirations of an individual, group, class, or culture.

2. A set of doctrines or beliefs that form the basis of a political, economic, or other system.

3. a systematic body of concepts especially about human life or culture

4. a manner or the content of thinking characteristic of an individual, group, or culture



What kind of an atrocious bigot must I be to make such a brash statement? And then to give all of these definitions, as if they correlated with one another? An utter f00l am I, there can be no doubt, for I have seen the light that fades in the west, and I recognize the vitality it emanates in its last gasping breath, wherefore I will grasp with my wit the shaft of the arrow that goes ever in the fluid motion of infinite possibility by virtue of its absolute stillness. Were it that you could understand the importance of my statement: FUCK IDEOLOGY! Ah, but it is beyond Understanding. It is evolution, churning and transforming, careless of the aspirations of the inhabitants of its mighty wheel. So I say unto thee, that the hub you must be, to allow that this world may revolve around thy subtle emanation, to know and revel in thy glory, thy radiant smile. Are there none left that care enough to believe in nothing, that embrace every phenomenon, a sacrament, and learn to actualize the ideal? I give you my heart, an endless flow of energy that issues from naught, and so doth it sustain me. And so too may it come to sustain you, for thou art I and I art thou. This Love, Broken, All I Have To Give, All There Ever Was, Amidst The All That Is, Not.



This has been a metaphilosophimystical emanation. I am joyed to have wasted your time in such a delightful revery.



Many Blessings, Much Love, A Healing Vibration

[osiris]

"whatever is this senseless drivel?" they ask, to which I reply "oh, just a bit of scribble with hammer and chisel."

much love :)

[osiris]

Somewhere, in the churning morass of Upper Class a lower order destroys the face of the whole human race. But in the shadows there are beings that sometimes seem to cower, but they really hold the power, with secret smiles, permeating in their waiting for that 0h so special hour.


much love :)

[Razor Face]

:Shines a lower class spotlight in the shadows: "If you're gonna have sex with it, at least come up with something that smells better?"

[Razor Face]

(Meaning that the union should, if done at the proper time, plant the seed of the future.)http://hipforums.com/forums/images/icons/icon10.gif

[osiris]

There is no greater fertilizer than shit. When you think about it, the most potent phenomena of fertilization are far from what one might call "pretty" or "fragrant" until one learns to rejoice in all phenomena equally... then the true nature of the limitation of perception can be known, and we find that the cloak of euphemism with which we so vigilantly attempt to cloak our barbarism is not only inadequate, but unnecessary and counterproductive.


much love :)

[osiris]

of course, i rarely ever waste my time thinking. I try to be, in the continual action of going.


much love(again) :)

[osiris]

I.

In the soluble coagulant

That is infinite space.



Sown into the womb of time.

Enamoured by arbitrary convention.

Lamenting the sorrow of ages.

Fatally wounding it self.



II.

We are the foundation of

the universe which we percieve.



Yet the crown upon our head

is the kingdom at our feet.



III.

Three reflects Three.



(Space in between)


Its (un)veiling is sevenfold.

[jesuswasamonkey]

2012 is coming friends! Are you going to be ready?

Can you look upon the face of god without being destroyed?

For the human ego is the most fantastic creation there ever could be, and the creator takes great pride in it's work, even when it destroys.

Without limits there is no meaning. Do not mindlessly serve god, for to become one with god you would mean nothing more to god than your fingernail means to you. Instead serve god like you would serve a great friend, do not dissolve into, instead become an equal and cherished companion.

And when the time for destruction comes, do not despair. Take faith in the fact that a new and improved creation will arise from the ashes of the old. Always keep in mind that the highest god always acts with reason, conviction, and self-confidence. Imitation is the highest form of praise, so to strive to be like god pleases it far more than simple, mindless worship.

When the time comes for a new creation, only those who stand tall and proud at god's side will remain. Those who hold hate will be eliminated as weeds from a garden, and those who bow down will be disposed of as a weak specimen, capable of bringing down the whole garden. The best fruit comes from the plants that stand tall and firm. If god wanted bowing-machines, that is what it would have created, instead it created us as it's equal, with the goal of having us as friends and companions on god's lonely path through life.

You do not ask your friends to forgoe their own lives to serve you, and god does not ask that of us. Go on with your life and be all that you can in this world, for someday it will be gone and you will not have the chance to come back.

And whatever you do, do not take any human's words as truth whenever god is concerned. This includes my words, as well as any book stamped with a "HOLY" label. Instead, learn to look inside yourself and follow your true heart, for other humans may seek to decieve you and they can be quite convincing, they may even convince you that what they present as their heart is your heart, but that is simply not true. You are the only creature who can ever truuly know what is inside your own heart, and inside every human heart is god, in it's raw truth and glory.

When the time comes for a new world, god's friends will know it in their own hearts. Make yourself strong, not weak, and trust in god to give help when needed and you will survive the destruction that accompanies the creation.

And remember, god loves and protects his friends, when you learn to love god fully there will be no more fear in your heart, not even fear of god, that is how you will know you have achieved life's highest goal.

...But don't take my word for it, look inside and learn to trust in yourself. For you must be able to trust your belief in god before you can trust god.

[osiris]

Like "I" said, Fuck Ideology! And Fuck God Too! And forget not to read the letter of the Law well, so that you might find the best possible way to break it! Holy, holy, holy is the prophet that is full of shit, naught but a puppet doing backstrokes in the bottomlessness of his own pit, falling, fading, through the abyss, tumbling on the rocks, back to mouth of the priestess he may kiss.

Oh, but you should be warned, so as that you will not be disappointed. The Apocalypse has already occured. That's the way of those things, they actually happen silently, without need of outward manifestation. "I" fell with the tower and was overjoyed as I smacked the solid earth below, my teeth cracking and my bones splintering, for it was not-god that dragged the sack of rotting flesh to the well of renewal but the spirit it self that put him in my place to set me on high.... *cough*... it went out! Hey, just hand me that brain cell on the floor, there's still a spark of thought left in it- *spck* *puff*- yes, there we are...

Much Love :)

[osiris]

"Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth."
-Kahlil Gibran, from Sand and Foam

much love :)

[jesuswasamonkey]

Oh, there are several human apocalypses and several human creations every second of every day. In fact, a little under one in every hundred human beings will experience their own personal apocalypse this year.

But one day, all of creation will experience apocalypse, and the broken universe will be packed in a box and sent back to the factory from whence it came, to be replaced by a brand new universe of the latest model. That is, if it's still under warranty.

All things eventually decay.

[osiris]

indeed, so you say, so you say, but the "truth" of such a brash prediction lies in the intent of certain self-proclaimed architects. little do they realize that Evolution, and the Divine Spirit of which it is manifest hath no architect, nor any need of one, so they stand against the flow of that spirit, trying to capture its liquid mist and mold it with their feeble hands, at the behest of their feeble minds. And in their arrogance they take no heed of the X factor. Yet it matters not. For the X factor takes no heed of itself.


It all remains. To be seen, or more approptiately articulated, to be experienced?

And isn't that the point?

(I ask, because I do not know)

much love :)

[sylvanlightning]

just stopping
mindless

remembering
then gone

[osiris]

indeed was it the Magus that deemed himself free, towing in chains that sedulous Ape. But little did He know of the Ape's secret smile, and his lack of Wisdom that may properly be called the very Culmination of all Wisdom that ever there was. But the Magus, he Understands, in his own secret heart, wherein the essence of the outward manifestation fo the Ape doth dwell. He Understands that this fate that gnaws at his intestines and burns, acid fire, through the fragile flesh of his heart, is the greatest length to which one must go to fully realize the power of nature to renew through transformation.

And he laughs, for like an awe-stricken child who wears himself out on the Amusements built and maintained by his fathers, in the playground of enticement, he never ceases to enjoy the swirling dimentia of existance, regardless of the appearance the world would conjure to cover their envy and treachery.

And so, we find ourselves again facing the secret smile. May it mark thee, brand thee, and consume thee, as I say, verily, that I know no other way- so, also, do I go another way.

much love ;)

[jesuswasamonkey]

I ask, because I do not know What makes you think anyone knows?

What makes you think it's important?

(these are not rhetorical questions)

If you look outside, you can learn everything you need to know to live life on earth to it's fullest, but you will learn nothing of the "other" place.

If you look inside, you will learn everything you need to know of the "other" place, but you will learn nothing of life on earth.

By only looking outside you will die a spiritual death, and by looking only inside you will die a physical death.

But fear not my brother, it is very easy to see from both ends of your eyes at once, you must simply drop the assumption that you can only have one or the other.

[Razor Face]

Jesus what a thread.

[osiris]

Ah, monkeyman, you are the greatest of amusements, dancing your dance of spiritual advisement. what makes you think I think anyone knows? what makes you think I think its important? what lead you to believe that I fear? what makes you think I would bother to waste time thinking?


indeed, I ask, oh brother, what makes you think that it is "I" that speaketh?

much love :)

[jesuswasamonkey]

Quoth Osiris
indeed, I ask, oh brother, what makes you think that it is "I" that speaketh?
Because were it not your "I" that speaketh, you would not speaketh at all.

[osiris]

And of this you are so certain?


much love :)

[sylvanlightning]

I am... and

... Oh I forgot. What were we talking about?

:)

[Razor Face]

"I" think. And am alone.

[osiris]

yes, yes. i know that contradictions are so... apparent.


much love :)

[jailmate]

Young running nosez have 2 get doze rockz off, they have no choice.
Consentrate on duh head, and duh head hair , not duh cunt Hair.

[osiris]

hi mate!



~Metaphilosophimystical~



Meta- To Transcend

Philosophi(y)- The critical analysis of perception

Mystical- The inner synthesis of that critical analysis



Subject regards object, takes, in the act of regarding, that object into itself, and they become one. The important thing is how it then CHOOSES to transmit this balanced energy back into its environment. That is the major folly to which most fall prey, that they do not discipline themselves, strengthen their wills, to consciously harness the momentum of the process so that they may exercise that choice. This is the cultivation of Virtue, in its truest form, as ambiguous and diverse as each atom in each individual component in Nature. We sometimes tend to harbor the illusion that we could somehow disrupt the harmony of Nature. No, Nature balances itself, we cannot tip her scales. If we happen to be f00lish enough to incline our selves to one extreme or the other, then it is inevitably our selves that are disrupted. Nature cares not a wit. It has no conscience, or consciousness. It compensates, instantaneously, for any gross misadjustment in any given sphere by grossly misadjusting the converse in some corresponding sphere so that the whole maintains equilibrium. So it is that if one person can achieve balance within themselves, they can give another the same opportunity. The process never ceases, has no beginning or end. It is, indeed, for all intensive paradox, static in its act of going!


But this is not to say that the Metaphilosophimystical Art of Emanation can be adequately explained with any dalliance in wordplay. It can only be realized and productively utilized through personal experience. So, then, the purpose of life, if there can be said to be one, is not, as so many would like to euphemize, to teach and learn, as if it were some institution contrived by some divine architect of intellect, but simply to be, and go.
Fuck Ideology.

Much Love, Many Blessings, A Healing Vibration

*wrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! zing!*

:)

[jailmate]

Stop cutin an pastin and U No What.

hi mte!



~Metaphilosophimystical~



Meta- To Transcend

Philosophi(y)- The ctical anlysis of percon

Mystical- Th inner shesis of that crical anals



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But this is not to say that Art ofEnation can be adequately explained with any dalliance in wordplay. It can only be realized and productively utilized through personal experience. So, , the purpose of life, if there can be said to be one, is as would like to euphemize, to teach and learn, as if it were some instituon cntrived by some divine architect of intellect, but sim to be, and go.
Fuck Ideology.

Much Love, Many Blessings, A Healing Vibration

*wrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! zing!*

:)

[osiris]

I No What.


This is correct.

Thank you for your contribution.


Smartass.

;)

much love

[sylvanlightning]

"The skin is the bridge between the world
"inside the skin" and the world
"outside the skin." But there would be
no external world if there weren't
an internal one, and vice versa.
Your internal world is my external world,
and my internal world is your external world.
It all goes together in a great mixed sensory field
where everything is essential to everything else,
like backs to fronts and fronts to backs."

~*

"The price is your past, small price to pay, for another universe."

[osiris]

Indeed, and are there not ways to utilize this process so as to be conscious of it, and through one's understanding, harness and direct it? The answer is yes. And yet, that ambiguous force which I can only describe as Spirit, does have a will and course all its own. Who among us is in tune with it, and who are grossly maladjusted to its flow? and who among us have taken it upon our selves to allow a gross maladjustment in order to balance out those of others, especially those that have turned against the will of the Spirit, which is Unity is Love is Everything is Nothing, in their attempts to harness it for petty material ends and the illusion of worldly power?

What I am saying is, it's not all zen. Too many people have carried on in their actions with the interpretation of these realization being that it is open season for greed.

But I'm just another paranoid psychotic with a prophet complex, don't you see? I think I'm this self-fashioned messiah that has to give every one the word! I am indeed a f00l above Wisdom, am I not?

hm. I wonder. And I wander.

Yet here I remain.

much love :)

[sleepydreamer]

Isn't "fuck ideology" an ideology in itself?

[Razor Face]

‘turned against the will of the Spirit’ For those that ‘believe’ in the will of Spirit, there is no turning against it, only the illusion of turning against? For those that do not believe in the will of Spirit, it is that illusion which they turn against, and is often used for petty material ends and the illusion of worldly power by both. I would that those of the body, and those of the spirit, would stop bashing each other. It’s a horrible way to spend time. Unity, Everything, Nothing, can all do without me. Love however I can’t do without.

much love :)
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[osiris]

Isn't "fuck ideology" an ideology in itself?
lol. that had of course occured to me. I offer no explanation, for the subtle meaning of this particular... concept... is as beyond reason as any other spiritual text. all the more an affirmation of the validity of its underlying truth as opposed to any of its myriad possible exterior interpretations. again, as with any other spiritual text.

much love :)

[osiris]

For those that ‘believe’ in the will of Spirit, there is no turning against it, only the illusion of turning against? For those that do not believe in the will of Spirit, it is that illusion which they turn against, and is often used for petty material ends and the illusion of worldly power by both. I would that those of the body, and those of the spirit, would stop bashing each other. It’s a horrible way to spend time.
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dig this: such is the nature of "fuck ideology". For it eschews the time wasted arguing exterior indocrination in favor of experiencing life, or rather, experiencing the spiritual through the material. which has, of course, always been the case. more or less, i am going out of my way to point out the obvious through the use of absurdity, thus rendering the paradox, complete in itself, planting a seed that may one day grow to understanding. it matters not whether you or any other agrees with me. indeed, it matters not what I think or say. And yet, this is all the more reason to think and say it.

"Unity, Everything, Nothing, can all do without me. Love however I can’t do without."

And in the act of disputing my point, you demonstrate it quite adequately. scrutinize and understand, if you will.

much love :)

[Razor Face]

heh http://hipforums.com/forums/images/icons/newicons/icon6.gif

Again I wished to post the 'heh' and again the board says the message is too short. I converted to my own, quiet, 'fuck ideology' group many years ago. It is a rather lonely lot, so I don't recommend it. Realizaton of the inner by experiencing the outer....... Bellybutton love. I hearby rename my solitary group the "Humble Ponderers of Beautiful Bellybuttons." or...HPBB. I'm not sure but I think I saw a group like that on one of the local cable access channels a few months back... there were a lot of belly dancers. I didn't see the connection, but now I realize... Just chuck all that. The 'heh' was better.

[osiris]

your snide remarks would like to be of the type to insist that I am a f00l attempting to promulgate some new assenine faith. But, alas, it only provides proof for the fundamental nature of equilibrium.

divide and unite.

accept and deny.

I dig it, though. I, being like nature, care not a wit for beliefs, moral or amoral. I do, however, insist on attending to those obstacles that lay in my chosen orbit, in such a way, that they may find an orbit of their own, without needs for us to clash, if possible. otherwise, I am just as content to float, a myriad of debris, amongst the many other stars. Imagine the Disturbance! What a Grand Adventure!

much love :)

[Kharakov]

dig this: such is the nature of "fuck ideology". For it eschews the time wasted arguing exterior indocrination in favor of experiencing life, or rather, experiencing the spiritual through the material. which has, of course, always been the case. more or less, i am going out of my way to point out the obvious through the use of absurdity, thus rendering the paradox, complete in itself, planting a seed that may one day grow to understanding. it matters not whether you or any other agrees with me. indeed, it matters not what I think or say. And yet, this is all the more reason to think and say it.
Thief, this is not the nature of "fuck ideology": A capture of words does not a creator make.

No time has been wasted upon exterior indoctrination, for the doctrine of not self is the foundation of unity. Absurdity shines a restraining light upon reason- brilliant absurdity sharply defines reality. It is by the light of dark that i see light in words.

It matters what you think and say, which is all the more reason to hold your tongue and bind your mind to an external control.

Twilight is the place to dwell, between the darkness and the light, that you may+/-( )be never found, eternally without sight

[osiris]

ah, and yet the very nature of this +/-( ) of which you(lol) speak is that if some did not attempt to manifest it through statement, it might never be understood by others that could reflect upon that statement. And, if I am a thief, than it is the Evolution of Consciousness it self that is my Benefactor in this Holy Crime. And it is this Noble Thief that says "Who would dare to try and possess Truth?" It would be a f00lish one indeed, would it not, to attempt to ensconce within their petty selves that greater Selfless Self? And yet all the more to Rejoice in Their Breaking! (he exclaims as his shell cracks)


so I say: I do not consider my self an Artist, but rather do I consider the Art within me.

Fuck Ideology!

Much Love :)

[Kharakov]

ah, and yet the very nature of this +/-( ) of which you(lol) speak is that if some did not attempt to manifest it through statement, it might never be understood by others that could reflect upon that statement. Words lie in twilight, for words are not what they describe. My statement, although a misdirection, was an incidental description of the blind word Word.

if I am a thief As words are the twilight cast by reality, they are the thief of minds as well. Bedazzled by a potent word, a mind cannot agree "If I am not the thief, the word has stolen me".

It would be a f00lish one indeed, would it not, to attempt to ensconce within their petty selves that greater Selfless Self? It is only in contradiction that words are truly free, with opposing forces unity will never ever be...

[osiris]

then explain to me, o user of words that decries words, how or in what way your viewpoint is incongruous with mine?


much love :)

[Kharakov]

Osiris

"I am the Word"
By
The Word

Twilight is the place to dwell, between darkness and the light,
that you may be never found, by those lackin' sight.
My words, they lie in twilight, for don't I always lie,
No description is the truth, it is nothing but a try.
I am nothing but a thief, within these words I dwell,
Stealing minds with endless hunger, "My boundary's truth" I Yell!
Bedazzled by the mighty Word, a mind surely will agree
"If I am not the thief, The Word has stolen me."
With snares I always capture you, so I will never die,
Upon your minds vast wings of thought, I will forever fly.
I do not live within your mind, however I am inside,
"Your mind is on the outside, within my words" I lied.
So you see, I am bound in contradictions, where I am truly free,
with opposing forces unity can never never be...



Yup.. I be the word..

[osiris]

How very endearing... but riddle me this:


If you happened upon an Old Man
delighted amidst his grandchildren,
playing a game of Kick the Can,
would you call him a silly f00l?

Would you admonish him for playing a child's game?

much love ;)

[fulmah]

Would you admonish him for playing a child's game?
Wouldn't that be dependent upon what his intentions are? Perhaps this bitter grandfather wants to humiliate his grandchildren because crying kids please him greatly... Perhaps this grandfather's every kick of the can shoots off his foot into your kids head...

The question here is, what kids would be content playing kick the can, unless it's Extreme Kick the Can 3 exclusively on Xbox. Ah.... perhaps that's what you meant in the first place; I'll leave you to your chaos then. Great thread, btw... carry on.

[osiris]

lol.

much love :)

[Kharakov]

How very endearing... but riddle me this:

If you happened upon an Old Man
delighted amidst his grandchildren,
playing a game of Kick the Can,
would you call him a silly f00l?

Would you admonish him for playing a child's game?
Ahhhh. That's sweet. No way.

[osiris]

Every passing moment was an agony of numbness. But as I watched the 0 become 1, the 1 become 2, the 2 become 3, the 3 become 4, the 4 become 5, the 5 become 6, the 6 become 7, the 7 become 8, the 8 become 9, and the 9 disappear back into 0, my restless mind was stilled, laying my soul bare to me, for only that fleeting glimpse. But so profound was that spiraling flash, that I was given the resolve to push on... and 0 again became 1.... but this 1 was new. It was not the same as the last 1. nor was the 2 that came afterwards, and I began to wander if it really did come after, if numbers really do move sequentially. It seems to me that they all exist simultaneously, but that, as of "now", "I" may view only one at a time. And the snake eats its own tail, and chokes itself to death, dreaming that it might be reborn, a dragon.

Much Love, Many Blessings, A Healing Vibration :)

[sylvanlightning]

"YESTERDAY AT DAWN,
MY FRIEND SAID, HOW LONG
WILL THIS UNCONSCIOUSNESS GO ON?

YOU FILL YOURSELF WITH
THE SHARP PAIN OF LOVE,
RATHER THAN ITS FULFILLMENT.

I SAID, "BUT I CAN'T GET TO YOU!
YOU ARE THE WHOLE DARK NIGHT,
AND I AM A SINGLE CANDLE.

MY LIFE IS UPSIDE DOWN
BECAUSE OF YOU!"

THE FRIEND REPLIED, I AM
YOUR DEEPEST BEING.
QUIT TALKING ABOUT WANTING ME!

I SAID, "THEN WHAT IS THIS
RESTLESSNESS?"

THE FRIEND:
DOES A DROP
STAY STILL IN THE OCEAN?

MOVE WITH THE ENTIRETY,
AND WITH THE TINIEST PARTICULAR.

BE THE MOISTURE IN A OYSTER
THAT HELPS TO FORM ONE PEARL.


Rumi

[osiris]

The sharp whistle of dead weight plummeting through the heavens and to the earth. SPLAT! It was the burning meteor in my stomach, that one renegade atom, that dared to scream: "I WILL!" Now interned in silence, One with the gaseous acid of coffee, sugar and chocolate icing, it knows the brutal reality that manifests from its beautiful dreams.


much love :)

[sylvanlightning]

burning the pages
curling drifts
cloak the pearl

[osiris]

"I want to be the enemy.
The hero is dead.
I put the newest hole in his head."
-Acid Bath, New Corpse

And it's everywhere isn't it? In the oblivious darkness, a flickering, ever-burning secret flame only apparent to eyes with no sight? And in the luminescence it casts outward, from within me(without a plea for sanity, or fingers on the prayer beads of a rosary) to cast its light on the tips of slithering, mocking beasts of red, green, blue and orange, that, far from trapping me in, embrace me in an orgy of cleansing, unaware of the nonsensical fact that they never existed, except for as the iron-brands seering and sealing the lid of my third eye, so that in its scream of agony and tearing flesh and falling lashes it might open even wider and see even that which it cannot and never will, every infinite star, and the nourishment therefrom, of the blood they spill, into the Chalice of Anarchy, from which I drink so gluttonously in insatiable hunger, for that warmth in my belly, and the renewal of the sacred fire. BLAST FORTH! Even without the physical sensation, there is an elation, as the eye that is a mouth perpetrates an invasion, on the open wound that is the "Will of the People", fighting one another in a tacit war, the mind that is blinded, eyes poked out by steeples.

much love :)

[osiris]

MEHTHR

I can feel the darkness enveloping me; but



I am the light that shines through It.



"We exist, therefore, a god there must be."



It could not have been more plainly stated.



So Unto Thee I Declare:



Know this:

That Christ,

Having the Head

Of an Ass,

Brays only Nonsense

To those who fail,

Either through

Purposeful Neglect

Or Unassuming Ignorance,

To Remember.



(The Value Of) I Am 0.



"Remember, you're a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, you're just nature.
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean.
Shit, snort and blaspheme.
Let the heads cool and the engines run
because in the end everything we do
is just everything we've done."
-Corey Taylor, Omega

Much Love :)

[Antimatter235]

Acid Bath?... COOL!! Do you really listen to them?

[osiris]

Indeed. Dax Riggs is a purveyor of many an obvious secret wisdom.


Too bad about the bass player.

Much Love :)

[osiris]

Blurb bloody groove that slithers amongst the cesspool.
Eating crow to pass the time.
Seething miopic subterfuge from the sky.
Blind.
Seeing too much to recognize
icy eyes
penetrating milky thighs of the soul
randomization
of a galactic wavelength-
turns the dlrow upside-down,
what a jumbled mess-
Divine law
(ab)used
as an escuse for incest.
Roll away the stone
from the mouth of the cave
and reveal the Aeons-old monument
to disenchanment.
Laugh at its face
and spit at its feet.
Two middle fingers; a wicked grin.
WALK AWAY COMPLETE.
*******
Ah, but if we could languish, forever, in the fortress of fluid motion, staving off the inhibition of indecision, would we ever come to know the profound awakening one feels when, after indeterminate eternities wandering through deserted wastelands in perpetual sunshine, beating down the brow, sucking out the sweat, urging us to throw in the towel... if after all this time we dared to find a black cloud inside to blot out the so(u)l, just long enough to dazzle the eyes with flickering vision sparks of that funeral dance known as "light in descension"? Distorted compendium ad nauseum, corkscrew turning deeper into the third eye, a hollow socket full of dripping jelly, making room for the scattered pieces of the battered heart that was gouged unceremoniously from the meaty flesh of the chest and half-charred atop an unassuming aluminum can, glyph of transformation, absorbing the environment that's been transmitted from the maw of the demon, twisting the refuse to our own ends and smiling that smile that says "we're lost, o' so exalted because we know, in the shadow of our doubt, that we'll find our way home again." Burning Red Desire for No thing, churning forever within the constricting of this amorphous ring of ideas-taking-form, a gentle kiss, placed upon every inch of surface bared, flowering forth from every po(u)re, cosmic bliss insists on sizzling every thought in your mind and leading you amiss. Assenine delusion, the euphemized cop-out indulged, emersing the thick black crust of petrified shit, mixed with blood, in dopey chalk pastels with a yellow sun scribbled over the head to boot, yea, with a yellow sun scribbled over the head to boot like some goddamned halo that rains rust into your dying roots and you think that you will rise like an angel- but I tell you, you'd best be prepared, to plummet to the Earth, like the dead tree you are, not the termites and weeds that thwart you, stronger in their brevity for the intensity of their fleeting internment as the catalysts of your destruction.

Ah, breathe in, breathe out.

Disruption

Of Absolution Through Putrefaction There Is No Doubt.


Much Love :)

[sylvanlightning]

We are here to re-member. Clarity and stillness allows you to breath in knowledge, wisdom and instincts... i.e. re-member. How can we evolve if we are presenting our subjective truths without interactive receptivity. Children don't have to pretend to remember they are the origin until conditioned by accepting the brutal discipline of constricted attachment. Ah, to feel the sun caressing your face... Rabbits have long been symbols of fertility, this is for a number of good reasons. One veiled reason is that they are drawn to uninhibited playful expressions of sexual energy. The lifeforce that courses through all of us, especially children, is pure vitality. This sexual vitality is curious and playful. It doesn't seek to have a small family. It breeds many children in the enthusiasm of fertility and sends them off to multiply. This concept is very feminine and thus threatening to governments that want passive workers and small families. Older has been divorced from wiser. Elders are soon forgotten and exiled to homes. Impressionable minds are more apt to buy... buy into commercials... buy into the sugary rush of packaging... exc. and wisdom, being exiled, aids in securing the marketing.

I have greatly enjoyed "The Kin of Ata" by: Dorothy Bryant. In this woman's' studies classic a utopian community is formed centered around dreams. The members live in a spiral around an ancient tree. They share anew their dreams with each other and sleep in wheel formations under the canopy of primitive unity. All learn from the children, for this is where the new dreams come. Bad or Evil dreams are called "Donagdeo." Those who encounter "Donagdeo" go into underground "Holkas" to purge their psychic debris to encourage "Nagdeo" or good and beautiful dreams to return. Humans live in harmony here. Sexuality is addressed in its manifold manifestations. "Live long and prosper."

*title change to respect a bigger game* Much Love to those who Work!

[Razor Face]

Please don't fight. It hurts and confuses me.

[osiris]

So what you are saying sylvan, is that there are plenty of rabbits, so it is ok to eat them? I concur. But its a damned pain in the ass skinning and gutting all of those tiny things, which is why I prefer bigger game. ;)


Today's Emission:

Immersed in blinding white light, binding inside, that perspective that must be forced out to see that this is only one star in an eternal night.

Wouldst thou worship but one star amongst an infinitude?

Ride the waves of radiance emitting from them all and know that though every concept of god in and of it self is a lie, a connection between any two annihilates point of view and leaves bare the truth. Cease not to push ever onward in this endeavor to sever thy self and become the Unity.

Much Love :)

[osiris]

I should add, as well, as an afterthought, sylvan, that one who breathes in knowledge, wisdom and instincts is bound in turn to transmit them. Is it the fault of the one if the many were unprepared for the tidal rush of steaming magma that spews forth? Some of us are left "hanged", and people think the resulting explosion a wondrous miracle. And people think. And people think. And people think. But I don't care what they think. Because I know how they feel. Wicked memories replayed again and again inside their heads on a broken reel-to-reel, and all that filthy thought just obscures the itching need to heal. But you can only chip away at the stone a little bit at a time, if you want to save the shuddering, helpless child beneath to escape to the freedom of the open air, lest you bring the whole structure atop its head, eh?

So here ends this particular metaphilosophimystical emanation, for my part. Its been a wonderful experience, for me, with every smartass wisecrack and genuine intertwinement. I hope herein I may have left something of value behind for those willing to decipher the runes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a Heaven to conquer, and a Hell, the warmth of which will soothe my aching feet. And an Earth inbetween, to solidify, complete.

Many Blessings, Much Love, Healing Vibrations :)