WE
"The abyss Self projecting from non-existence the procreatrix I, was the great change and the begining: to extend the purpose of desire-for Time to make all existence inexact-those things kept ever vague". -AOS
"Of others, their awake-consciousness is aware of more than one entity and obtain esctasy by saturable desire.
O Ikkah! Jest viciously!" -AOS
Who is We?
The More you look the more you see.
Would a rose by any other name,not smell as sweet?
We are many things, and we are Nothing.
Whys iss thiss thats yous doess this?
Why is it that you do not?
We see people walking around and down the street, different masks different times and places.
Believing that they are what they seem.
We are not, who We are.
We are many.
All of us in this seeming.
Do you think this is real?
Math is a Window, and a doorway of perceptual interlude.
The Mathematical "fore-fathers" understood it's relation to whatever reality is or,... might become.
Do not get caught up on tangents of thought. This may not be completely rational.
Can you tell me something that is?
What is our Human Condition?
Are We these automations, which come to and fro, in endless transitions of forgetfulness?
What is Self?
Mathematics can be used to expand our perceptions, to give a brief glimpse into the sea of infinity.
The Crossroads are eternally present, We choose our paths (or, do not).
These pages are presented in a manner for those who would consider The Seeming.
If one finds, oneself asking, "What does this mean?"
Maybe that oneself should listen to the other, and in their presence recognize the multiplicity of being.
Grades, school, lovers, work, teaching, math, kindness, malice, cards, nuclear winter, a meteor, flowers, doorways and life; a game.
What extacy to be.
There is so much more.
The More you look the more you see.
This is WE
Is there hope for humankind? It is here wondering on our existence. Misery and joy. Why are we here?
"Will we burn in Heaven, like we do down here?" - Sarah McLachlan 'Witness'
I watch people come and go. Bustling in greyness, selfish and unaware. Consumerism and capitalism, the double headed monster god of the people. What is it that I am? What is me? Who am I really?
I don't know. At times I notice the masks that I wear, and name them. At other times I follow the herd, a mute witness. What I seek is the substance of ecstasy. The joy of Self discovery and being. I fear sometimes that it may be too late. Humanity has taken that last step over the edge. Will we be here when this is all over? If you listen really close, block the noise, block the TV, block the cacaphony of the academics. Just listen a little bit behind all of the ruckus... there is this bliss called Magick. It is Love and it is Death, it is... my words sort of fail. This power, this love is where the hope is. Magick has this certain nack of undoing things that hamper and restrict. As the phoenix, when life has burnt it's last ember, Magick shall cause a rebirth, a conflagenesis. The hope falls in the transmogrification of being. Magick is Death. Magick is
Life. All of it. Sweet sweet ecstasy. Light beyond all imagining. The control falls not in some foreign intellect, but with the fragmented factions of Self (God). To seek unity, to seek one's Will. The Great Work. Alchemy. This is We. As a function; a process; a gateway. I will to see humanity
undertake this individualistic path. All will be undone in it's wake (to emerge at the gates of shanghri-la). Hell to Heaven, a race of gods. All the trivial banalities of our existence, burned away in the light of one's own being. This is We. The begining and the end, the one which is many. This is us.
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