Thursday, 16 February 2017

Axiom 901 - Carl Jung and Cybernetic Algorithms



The collective unconscious given to Man by Carl Jung and his buddies in the War Office of the world were like any saviour or god, it is ours, we made it and it influences us beyond all comprehension. It might as well be called the collective loss of brain function.






"We are ruled by that which we are most unconscious of. Thus, all genuine growth comes from admitting into our lives or minds the most unconscious material of our lives and minds. And we naturally resist this in ourselves and in others as though the opposite were true - that our life and growth came from prohibiting such unconscious material."










The world is so hard on the human brain that people become unaccountably convinced by having assimilated such a world that any subsequent love, kindness or analysis should necessarily preclude (though prohibitively "negative"*) examining the true scale of distortion and disruption of every dimension of Man and Nature, of good and evil and of mind and matter, of life and death, of conception and the truly celestial proportions of the fundamental symbiosis of the individual and the family unit as though can not only fix such a world but can only do so by ignoring the true scale of the voice of the world and so of the children and the vision of truly human heritage that lives through its horrific veils of "freedom" and the as though insurmountable logistics of "civilization" and "human nature." 

*Also See Axiom 900 - The Sun
 

The world were beset with the screams of an infant of astronomical if understandable and as understandably demanding pathology.

But to examine that which we have assimilated (as we will our total environment) is to draw ourselves into question and, what is worse, draw our roles in spite of ourselves and our heritage into question, which is to threaten every surviving coordinate for peace and power.

This is a psychological version of the Cybernetic Algorithm that sells by every spell of a cybernetic society advantage of giving up or being disabused though for your own good of your native mind and family psychology pursuant to every kind of peace and safety that this algorithm must impugn and torture beyond all subsequent notice or interest and so breeding a pathological incompetence and ineptitude that is tacitly integral to every form of human safety, progress or salvation ages over.

And it works! 

The Jungian and Freudian unconscious is the dark matter of astronomical social pathology - it covers a host of sins and human etheric heritage. 

"We don't know where it is or what it is but it will get you."

Mental growth, birth and sublimation are wholly natural. In fact, that is all nature does and with these discrete elements of all voice and story, memory, destiny, cause and effect celestial as terrestrial.

The unconscious described by institutionalized "knowledge" is the strategic pressure exerted upon though the sole language of relief from military-grade social (and even celestial) mechanics for extracting human capital.

To be directed by unknown "social" influences upon the mind that you call the fates is not the bane of institutionalized education but the whole purpose of it. Therefore, it is not the answer to but the testament to strategic insinuations into for gaining the animating power of surviving biological and psychological congress and heritage that makes for the most influential if patently dehumanized astronomical and so god like pathology most symbiotic with every court, church and school for extracting though actually making adequate and humane provisions for inimitable human capital the locus of all wealth and power earthly and divine.






ad astra per ecstasis


Awakened in and by the petals worlds perfumed the air
I have no words but these the treats of someone like a God
The paracletes of eagles the illuminated chair
Whose arms had rested in the stars and in the earth its claw
This body at the mercy He or She I know not Whom
To thank or blame but that the flames the court of Earth and Sky
Will tend to grow the more I paint the story of the Womb
Who left me on so distant shore a sphere of spheres that I
Were nestled in by faintest recollection in the clouds
Of dawn and flowers scent the air with something of the blood
That was the world before the world had elements and bounds
To sound so overwhelming food this King and Queen this heathen God and Goddess in the Sun
That spoke a mother and a father spoke to us or would
The mind of Man or child hear and feel the touch the blood of they
Had long ago ignited so celestial a Book
Whose pages folds of mind and matter spelled the earth and heaven night and day
Dissembled ever changing organs roiling in the charge
And march of seasons speaking loosely understood as thee
Who from the story of mine blood had parted from the heart's
Defiant wish to live unfettered in the restful shade an sylvan family
As rough as bark as sweet a blossom that festooned the roof
Of boughs and arches underground the animal the Earth
Alive as is the human Temple organs spheres that move
Under the power and the glory every transformation of the Universe
These words that must escape the lips with every breath of life
An alphabet that loses every beat of blood with whom it knows
The richest wealth that in itself and someone else espies
Beyond and with its every consummation dawns the robes
A throne of holy stories voices roiling crowns that change
Sustaining elements of Heaven and the Earth combined
The amniotic cosmic ocean of their whole conception the supernal capes
A maidenhood that in itself illuminates that mind's
Own roots and shoots that mingle every tingle of the blood
The laws of every consummation feeds upon its fruits
Intoxicated every generation all that was
That would become a river runs the phases of the Sun's and Moon's
Own warmth and coolness would reveal, conceal and strip from thee One body for another body born from wrought in God's own ecstasy.





Psalms of Love - A Living Poetry
 




Our souls are like those orphans grey who wail about in throws of unassailable envy, fear and impossibly pleasurable salvation. The World.

People must fail to understand that the religious or spiritual modes of psyche are the most integral elements for extracting human capital.

One would want to apprehend the world with as much psychological resolution as possible. Only total social apostates can possibly do this.



See Axiom 832 - The Mind of our Mind (Apostatizing from World) 





She is but Thee, Most Gracious God the Ruler of my Fate
Through all the changes of my life the phases of the Moon



They who form with pleasure all the vessel for the birth
By light of early morning forms upon the human mind
A child from the marriage of the Heavens and the Earth
The face the Sun a Man as One together and beside
Each other underneath the sky the belly that is marked
Concussions that hath warped the fabric of that Temple's stream
A river delicate as petals lifted by the stars
A voice or story forms upon escaping out of thee
A Man and Woman joined to bursting as the dawn upon
Contractions of desires that would loose themselves the realms
Horizons every object of the impulse of the spells the gods that stretch across the breadths of change and growth
The whole desire bursts upon the Earth like ancient helms
The living impulse of the congress bodies, minds and souls
Across the heavens of the very memories delight
A child even as they glean though from the stars the faint
Sustaining promise that conception fleshed out of the night
The Temple of celestial beasts who lay where we hath laint
A current which would nourish living visions that admit
The charms of human hearts in something of a shy resolve
That hears like faithful hear the words that might adorn the lips
And winds an heathen king and queen who feel the very pulse
An darkness slips over the land by hours and by years
Lay waste to greater minds than these and yet reward as may
The hardest storm a feeling borne aloft that body rears
From out of organs of the dusk, the dawn, the furtive touch
That pays imagination mixed beyond recall the sense
Whet by so many forces wars that would destroy these cups
A blood communion quite as beautiful a radiance
That stirs even the blasted deeps and these supernal chords
As every bit that bellow smitten by the sound of mine and yours. 







For it was said in those days that the righteous would be wary but fair, strong but even handed.

And so it came that a nation was born





My study of philology has alerted me to the fact that our ancestors readily employed what we would dismiss as unnecessarily banal or crude descriptions, keenly sensible as they were of Man's biological functions entire as they attended the most celestial psycho-dynamics of life, growth, regeneration and conception of every order and organ of Man and Nature, family and individual.

M-An is or is of the Womb and a Woman is Two-Man or the Womb of Man interchangeably. A country is a cunt-tree. A country and a family are inextricably bound up together or set asunder to immeasurable costs borne by successive generations in ways that are utterly wed, in turn, to the "success" of a cybernetic-industrial society and all of its religions of peace and freedom.

"All religions and philosophies of peace and liberty are actually martial religions that farm a versatile (you might say liberal) delusional psychosis of dubious ethical (or surviving brain) capacity. That is the primary purpose and effect of all schools and churches on Earth, western or eastern, modern or archaic."

- Axiom 900 - The Sun


"One would want to apprehend the world with as much psychological resolution as possible. Only total social apostates can possibly do this."

- Axiom 901 - Carl Jung and Cybernetic Algorithms





The nature of reality is the reality of nature.

- Axiom 833 - Divine and Profane The Same


 










Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Valentine is a Cad - A Living School


One must assume that she wishes to be admired, for I do so wish to admire her.

A kiss would have no less effect upon me than the way she walks into my morning and then gently walks away.

She always seems to be hiding her face behind no veil whatsoever....

Her body says everything. But the very feet that bring her to me are always taking her away. How can I trust them?

And her voice is something that will forever stay in my ears.

They are ringing even now ever so faintly, calling me not to her but to my life, my breath and all of the most excellent stories that I have to tell and do tell over and over again.

She wants to tell me a story I know.

I can see it in the way she looks away from me and at me all at once, as though something she has yet discovered how to say (or to whom) might clear no veil in particular out of her way.

This may only happen one day of the year.

Or I may never escape this particular orbit.

If not, this is my sun.

If not, this is my home. 



See Axiom 900 - The Sun





The measures heavens and the earth the edges of the Sun
The face a mother and a father graces everyone




First light of dawn the birds and buds that spring that spring for thee
The alphabet of earth and water, air and fire, man and wife
An consummation all-involving amniotic tree
These measures of the Earth and Heaven edges of the rise
From out of the illimitable darkness dwells the wild
Mind of Man the chalice of the blood that lives and stirs
With every element of god and goddess words a child's
Mind and body wholly born the Heavens and the Earth
Escape the lips and medicines of Man and Beast the dark
And hydromantic pictures in the pulse of Night and Day,
Senses and their objects Visions organs of the Stars
That course with blood that runs a thunder slips but never slips away
The face (the Star) the substance of the face (the Star) of inner space and there
These limbs of hymns that slip through clouds of dawn and sounds of Spring
And Winter sleep that keeps the pulse and vision of so fair
A marriage chalice points that speak of thee through everything
Of flesh and mind, of sorrow and desire quests would wrest
From the religions of the hatred and protection from
That consummation like a face emerges from the depths
The elements the very edges of an holy Sun
Bequeath by blood to every son and daughter, man and wife
So intimate as native measures every breadth of Paradise.












"Could I be worthy, would I worthy of conceiving or revealing a sufficiently living cosmic image (an image the river every breadth, depth and letter every direction and colour, season, tide and feeling, every scent and memory of a Dream of Heaven and Earth forever passing and expanding through the as though unbounded radiation the illimitable substance, wonder, force and fulfillment of itself, of a child, here and hereafter), a sufficient image to caress your body and soul with your own most blissfully familiar sense of yourself forever I would consider my life complete and completely well spent."

For My Love - A Living School (2015)





"Hell, even Shangri-La is not quite the Shangri-La it makes itself out to be, if my recent studies are correct, so where does that leave us? Stranded on a pin prick in the dark infinity that lay beyond with one less delusion with which to console ourselves, far as I can guess. 

"You know, even with my relatively bohemian lifestyle, I must confess that I often get up to rather more work at the ol' salt mine than is good for me. Not long ago I was working over fourteen hours a day finishing books that have about as much chance of being read as the Canadian tax code (or less, since some people are forced to read the tax code and even then the incentive is rather less literary than pecuniary, a realm of holy writs in which whole dynasties of love, marriage, birth and trips to the Cape can be taken up like Dorothy into alternating cyclones of fortune and ruin, but I digress).

"I do hope you get your day to lounge about precisely as you imagine. And as insurance against that day, I promise to play a hapless loner goat herder to your Lady of Shallot. I don't make fun.

"It sounds like you will make it through, however, and when you do, I would be most happy to see you.

"Until that time, if I can be of any assistance (or even serve as comic relief) then please do not hesitate.

"And yes, I know full well that I have stolen your therapy for mine, which I find is almost always the case when deprived of any real capacity to be of any greater assistance than to lament my own terrible good fortune at having been born without a heart dear enough or courageous enough to steal or be stolen up.

"And so with my sympathy you have my admiration, honestly.

"You need only tell me that you are building a person out of elements fainter hearts need not even contemplate, much less the incomprehensible alchemy of hope and poetry when all hope is gone."


Correspondence (of Love and Eunice) 2015













A Fertile Circle of Life - A Living School




My heart aches
For these people
So well versed
At hurting themselves,
At self-hatred.



The more I learn about the world, the less I can tolerate the company of other people, the more I learn about the world. One fertile circle.




"Only trust Muslims if they denounce terrorism."

Let's do the same for all cults, including Americanism, Canadianism, Britishism.... you get my gism.






You ever notice how many if not most people are woefully short of a consistently global capacity for even rudimentary ethical (and aesthetic) reasoning that bears even the most esoteric allusions to the voices in the wombs of our children?

If so, join the club.

This month we are having a sale: 

Trade in a delusional psychosis that extols though one's very right to breathe the woeful exclusion of the voice of any very considerable gaps in our right to consistently ethically-discriminating loving attention that is the proper work of Man, to enjoy the full gravity of his situation in life and so the most economic and ethical buoyancy that waits there, too.



msanto
Free Speech is equality for all!



Gerdronex
Sadly most muslims don't think like that at all



Tayn Gryphon
+Gerdronex
Correction. Most people would think they were being abducted by aliens if one single original thought sprang from their perpetually tortured minds. And that's a fact.

Most people do not even know the first thing about where they live or how they got there.

And that is what makes society so successful.

And everybody knows it.

Peace and Freedom and Democracy are some of the biggest religions. People know they are shit but they play their dutiful role in keeping up the pretense because they know it is hopeless. 


All religions and philosophies of peace and liberty are actually martial religions that farm a versatile (you might say liberal) delusional psychosis of dubious ethical (or surviving brain) capacity. That is the primary purpose and effect of all schools and churches on Earth, western or eastern, modern or archaic.

As evidence of this, only notice the fact that you have never even noticed this most evident of facts.


"One would want to apprehend the world with as much psychological resolution as possible. Only total social apostates can possibly do this."

- Axiom 901 - Carl Jung and Cybernetic Algorithms


From Asimov's Foundation series to Huxley's Brave New World to Orwell to H. G. Wells' Time Machine it is all spelled out for your entertainment because it is understood that you hate yourself, your mind and your family that much you will swallow it with relish and count yourself a truly educated or spiritual person, one of the "awakened," which is what you are, a low level initiate to a cult that would eat your child's blood while they are still screaming.

Now, if you would like to celebrate your new found wisdom with a day of sobriety, I would be most happy to talk.

If not, go fuck yourself and all your anatomically-incorrect gods and "models of knowledge."
 


https://youtu.be/KRJKOtM-onM 

Morrison was all Military (CIA and the Occult control of the 60's "Revolution" as with all the protests today).

Epcot on Steroids





Your life and the fate of all the world will invariably turn on a platitude.

"Punch Trump"

"Hands up"

"Turn on, Tune in, Drop out"

"Black Lives Matter"

"Make America Great Again"

"Jesus Saves"

"Allah is Great"

"I'm Lovin' It"

"Let's roll"

"Fight the good fight"

"Forget the Past"

"Be here now"

"The wave of the future"

"Space Race"

"Putin is evil" 





"The Orifice of the President will issue forth a statement later today. First we need to tuck in to some Afghani and Palestinian children."





Rayn Gryphon

Top Ten Quran Verses for Understanding ISIS (the Islamic State)
Acts17Apologetics

https://youtu.be/LXBgqa-xQwY

Cultural Jihad tells Muslims that it is okay and even necessary to lie to unbelievers and this is clearly supported by international State Departments, as the Muslim Brotherhood is pretty high up in the food chain of the international metaphysical military intelligence mafia:

Muslim shows her true colors after selfie
Dornie Tranders
https://youtu.be/Vk_mkogfp1c



From Axiom 900 - The Sun




You ever notice how many if not most people are woefully short of a consistently global capacity for even rudimentary ethical (and aesthetic) reasoning that bears even the most esoteric allusions to the voices in the wombs of our children?

If so, join the club.

This month we are having a sale: 

Trade in a delusional psychosis that extols though one's very right to breathe the woeful exclusion of the voice of any very considerable gaps in our right to consistently ethically-discriminating loving attention that is the proper work of Man, to enjoy the full gravity of his situation in life and so the most economic and ethical buoyancy that waits there, too.



With all deference to your dear old Oma and Opa, to know the human species is not to love them. But changing this would mean admitting it. 





The measures heavens and the earth the edges of the Sun
The face a mother and a father graces everyone



There was and is a blood befits the organs that we use
To give and take with every slake of breath our dearest words
Impressed upon the heart will crack the dawn out of the womb's
Monopoly upon the language of the Universe
A secret Rose a Woman's longing Beauty only knows the looming Sun
And Moon who altogether take communion in the font
Of Man and Nature's language pleasures leavening the blood
Celestial as every measure we bequeath to gods;
We move around about the commerce of our lives the stars
As startled that we know, it seems, so little of the voice
As astronomical it were as so compatible the heart's
Own reign its consummation any holy Saint enjoys
The living riches rivers quivers sing the songs of losses, lusts and cares
The blood of Man and nature's holy equipage of beasts
Celestial as organs stories elemental tares
As wanted and unwanted as compelled by ecstasies
Sustained in their enduring pains and pleasures transformations of
This bone and body of the Earth that bleeds into the human mind and back
Again the human brain as crowned a marriage and a passion play the blood
Of vascular proportions these of seasons reaches of our Motherland;
I picked a Rose with all my heart and soul I knew the Truth
And Beauty grew by all we knew the letters, plants and heavens gardens all around the throne
This wholly royal language of the nature of the Dawn (the God) the Womb
A Mother and a Father born with all we art together and alone
This Dawn that bears our blood aloft a litter living letters ribbons of a Temple Heaven and the Earth
These limpid pools of all we lose ourselves we lose our minds
To all that finds a mother or a child's royal words
That consummation blood and wonder spills o'er cups and stars and hearts and censors measures of The Life and Times
Of memories that took their very amniotic substance spelled the force
And purpose we dissembled every picture in a Living Book
Whose pages fluttered in the leaves and grasses surged and coursed
This sacred knowledge bloomed and stained with filth's refrain the unremitting Congress of the cares it shook
The Stars the vaulted ceiling of the Heavens by the day
This dawning that consumed itself the feet that brought and took thy Royal Holy form celestial away.






- Psalms of Love - A Living Poetry















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Monday, 13 February 2017

Axiom 900 - The Sun


Religion, politics, economics and spirituality are how we hate and protect ourselves from our celestial blood heritage, inimical as it is to modern life.



The measures heavens and the earth the edges of the Sun
The face a mother and a father graces everyone




Human beings, as a species, suffer from extreme blood poisoning. Religion, spirituality, self-help and popular science are its wet bar.

"Once you lower your expectations, people will blow your expectations away." - Guru Nanak


Axiom 895 - Blood Poisoning




Curious that at the most seminal moment in all of human history - the conception of Jesus Christ our Lord - there was absolutely no semen.


The following is the working end of all religion and spirituality, science fiction (and non-fiction) and politics:


Schools exist to make your children feel stupid (and hide that fact with psychosis). Economic systems (like religions) exist to treat you as though you are. 




The most unnecessarily negative quality is the need to smuggle into any confidence relationship the tacit ultimatum that one will not listen to "anything negative." Such often "spiritually awake" people are actually suffering from mass organ failure (in the ears and more). They are honey ale going in and poison going out.

I have assessed such people to be very charming narcissistic sociopaths of however understandable brain trauma turned into some unquestionably exceptional compassion, love or awareness that touts their unwillingness and incapacity to comprehend much less empathize with or be duly informed by their own most degrading trauma or that of others (all that is "negative") turned into a spiritual or tyrannical power to protect themselves from and even arbitrate for the needs and values of others on behalf of all mankind and as though, of all things, this is the only way for the world to flourish.


- See Axiom 899 - Mundi Summumbra Penumbra (n.) 


Axiom 895 - Blood Poisoning

Religion is stupid but very illuminating when it comes to how popular and motivating an elaborate way to both hate and protect oneself from one's parents, one's celestial blood heritage and oneself like a good hard working and either very compliant or appropriately enraged little girl and boy or emasculated versions of whose native voice and heritage were eminently inimical to every commensurate cult of labour, safety, progress and salvation by every flag, court, school, prison, family and military unit for extracting human capital known as "economic growth" and "paying for debt."



Michael Carey
if that's the case than any muslim immigrant to a country that values free speech over religion should go back to where they came from, because then they'd be apostates, but wait, they cant, because their islamist buddies controlling the majority of their countries of origin are third world tribal shit holes with countless human rights violations. The islamist parties behind Egypt and syria about ten years ago used Danish cartoons published months before to incite violence, it wasn't random people doing it, it was government organizations inciting violence and forcing an issue into the peering eyes of the west. as a secular society we highly scrutinize all religions and take each with a grain of salt, but it would be grossly ignorant to say that we are free to scrutinize islam, when islamist regimes in the middle east conflate our criticism to acts of violence that they can justify each and every time an issue about islam comes up.



Rayn Gryphon
+Michael Carey
Yes. As you say, This is coordinated as any cult with western social engineers.

Tell the people what they need or need to be afraid of and then give it to them and have them "give the business" to others.

Repeat for thousands of years for every successive generation of hapless receptacles for the gods du jour.
 




Leonardo Donato (DarkPosts)
So in Denmark all you Muslims are "abiding by their laws" huh? Then why has rape risen exponentially with the migrants from muslim countries? Why has murder? Why has terrorism? So then if I go to Syria, Iran, Afghanistan etc I can rape a married girl with one of my friends and she will go to prison because she does not have three witnesses...

Heres what YOU and ALL THE MUSLIMS need to realize, the world has changed. Humankind has changed. The world and humankind has evolved and you muslims refuse to evolve with it...

So then all you muslims go back to the deserts and keep cutting each others heads off while raping women and doing unspeakable human rights violations...

When have you ever heard a Christian or Catholic or Jewish person drive a truck into a crowd of INNOCENT people screaming GOD GOD GOD JESUS IS THE SAVIOR?....Exactly




Rayn Gryphon
+Leonardo Donato

True. But to me all religions are unspeakably horrifying and undeniably useful (like Democracy). Unassailable salvation from an otherwise intractable problem is all we got until we have the courage to look at areas in our lives where we have not received the loving attention we were due by birth from a world that talks so much about peace, love and freedom.





Rick Sanchez
Meyra, If opposing ideas about your religion are being suppressed, which is the exact point of this legislation, then is that not a "problem with free speech"? and therefore constituting that those writing the law "go back to where you or your ancestors came from"?
You can't support free speech while living a religion that doesn't allow even free thinking, let alone free speech. Your 'Holy Texts' command the devout followers (which you're all supposed to strive to be) to convert or kill the entire population on the planet. THAT IS FASCISM AT THE PUREST FORM. To remove dissenting opinions, by force when necessary, until your opinion is the only one. Hitler had nothing on the havoc that Islam wreaks on the Earth.


Schultz20

Rick Sanchez

which verse or chapter in the Qu'ran demands such things of the faithful?




Rayn Gryphon
+Schultz20
Literally hundreds of them. I have read many myself. I don't care to enumerate them for you.

Look it up if you care that much.

My name's not Google.

Islam is a seventh century religion (and culture) that is every bit as ambitious as when it held more territory than the Roman Empire by cutting a bloody swath through the world at the behest of a radical and known anti-semite, anti-Christian and pedophile war lord.

Any other facts you would like to add in this talk about Facts?




Schultz20
Rayn Gryphon

irrational fear thinly guised as rational critique? I think I'm satisfied.




Rayn Gryphon
+Schultz20
That sounds vaguely sexual.




Schultz20
Rayn Gryphon

lol!




Rayn Gryphon
+Schultz20
But you are right about the fear.

I am afraid. You got me.

I am afraid of the FACT that hundreds of millions and even several billion people can have holy books that say that their avatar fingered the menstrual cunts of young girls and of a wife he fucked when she was nine.

Yes.

You win.

That scares me.





Rayn Gryphon

Top Ten Quran Verses for Understanding ISIS (the Islamic State)
Acts17Apologetics

https://youtu.be/LXBgqa-xQwY

Cultural Jihad tells Muslims that it is okay and even necessary to lie to unbelievers and this is clearly supported by international State Departments, as the Muslim Brotherhood is pretty high up in the food chain of the international metaphysical military intelligence mafia:

Muslim shows her true colors after selfie
Dornie Tranders
https://youtu.be/Vk_mkogfp1c




My heart aches
For these people
So well versed
At hurting themselves,
At self-hatred.



The more I learn about the world, the less I can tolerate the company of other people, the more I learn about the world. One fertile circle.




"Only trust Muslims if they denounce terrorism."

Let's do the same for all cults, including Americanism, Canadianism, Britishism.... you get my gism.






You ever notice how many if not most people are woefully short of a consistently global capacity for even rudimentary ethical (and aesthetic) reasoning that bears even the most esoteric allusions to the voices in the wombs of our children?

If so, join the club.

This month we are having a sale: 

Trade in a delusional psychosis that extols though one's very right to breathe the woeful exclusion of the voice of any very considerable gaps in our right to consistently ethically-discriminating loving attention that is the proper work of Man, to enjoy the full gravity of his situation in life and so the most economic and ethical buoyancy that waits there, too.



msanto
Free Speech is equality for all!



Gerdronex
Sadly most muslims don't think like that at all



Tayn Gryphon
+Gerdronex
Correction. Most people would think they were being abducted by aliens if one single original thought sprang from their perpetually tortured minds. And that's a fact.

Most people do not even know the first thing about where they live or how they got there.

And that is what makes society so successful.

And everybody knows it.

Peace and Freedom and Democracy are some of the biggest religions. People know they are shit but they play their dutiful role in keeping up the pretense because they know it is hopeless.


All religions and philosophies of peace and liberty are actually martial religions that farm a versatile (you might say liberal) delusional psychosis of dubious ethical (or surviving brain) capacity. That is the primary purpose and effect of all schools and churches on Earth, western or eastern, modern or archaic.

As evidence of this, only notice the fact that you have never even noticed this most evident of facts. 


"One would want to apprehend the world with as much psychological resolution as possible. Only total social apostates can possibly do this."

- Axiom 901 - Carl Jung and Cybernetic Algorithms

From Asimov's Foundation series to Huxley's Brave New World to Orwell to H. G. Wells' Time Machine it is all spelled out for your entertainment because it is understood that you hate yourself, your mind and your family that much you will swallow it with relish and count yourself a truly educated or spiritual person, one of the "awakened," which is what you are, a low level initiate to a cult that would eat your child's blood while they are still screaming.

Now, if you would like to celebrate your new found wisdom with a day of sobriety, I would be most happy to talk.

If not, go fuck yourself and all your anatomically-incorrect gods and "models of knowledge."



https://youtu.be/KRJKOtM-onM 

Morrison was all Military (CIA and the Occult control of the 60's "Revolution" as with all the protests today).

Epcot on Steroids


With all deference to your dear old Oma and Opa, to know the human species is not to love them. But changing this would mean admitting it.




Your life and the fate of all the world will invariably turn on a platitude.

"Punch Trump"

"Hands up"

"Turn on, Tune in, Drop out"

"Black Lives Matter"

"Make America Great Again"

"Jesus Saves"

"Allah is Great"

"I'm Lovin' It"

"Let's roll"

"Fight the good fight"

"Forget the Past"

"Be here now"

"The wave of the future"

"Space Race"

"Putin is evil" 





"The Orifice of the President will issue forth a statement later today. First we need to tuck in to some Afghani and Palestinian children."




You ever notice how many if not most people are woefully short of a consistently global capacity for even rudimentary ethical (and aesthetic) reasoning that bears even the most esoteric allusions to the voices in the wombs of our children?

If so, join the club.

This month we are having a sale: 

Trade in a delusional psychosis that extols though one's very right to breathe the woeful exclusion of the voice of any very considerable gaps in our right to consistently ethically-discriminating loving attention that is the proper work of Man, to enjoy the full gravity of his situation in life and so the most economic and ethical buoyancy that waits there, too.


With all deference to your dear old Oma and Opa, to know the human species is not to love them. But changing this would mean admitting it.
 

 





The measures heavens and the earth the edges of the Sun
The face a mother and a father graces everyone





First light of dawn the birds and buds that spring that spring for thee
The alphabet of earth and water, air and fire, man and wife
An consummation all-involving amniotic tree
These measures of the Earth and Heaven edges of the rise
From out of the illimitable darkness dwells the wild
Mind of Man the chalice of the blood that lives and stirs
With every element of god and goddess words a child's
Mind and body wholly born the Heavens and the Earth
Escape the lips and medicines of Man and Beast the dark
And hydromantic pictures in the pulse of Night and Day,
Senses and their objects Visions organs of the Stars
That course with blood that runs a thunder slips but never slips away
The face (the Star) the substance of the face (the Star) of inner space and there
These limbs of hymns that slip through clouds of dawn and sounds of Spring
And Winter sleep that keeps the pulse and vision of so fair
A marriage chalice points that speak of thee through everything
Of flesh and mind, of sorrow and desire quests would wrest
From the religions of the hatred and protection from
That consummation like a face emerges from the depths
The elements the very edges of an holy Sun
Bequeath by blood to every son and daughter, man and wife
So intimate as native measures every breadth of Paradise.




Psalms of Love - A Living Poetry








Following Taken from

Axiom 897 - Language is a Way of Life (Celestial Biology)




Children are born with their own voice and their story as with their own bodily organs and their own organic as celestial communion with the organs of celestial family (human-animal) psychology and that of all medicine, every measure and living letter of Heaven and Earth in the face of any church or temple worth of the name - the faces of our celestial family heritage in the living school and culture of living creative intelligence.

Their mother and father have their own blood-specific voice and story and that of all of their organs and their communion with every organ of past, present and future. See Axiom 896 - TIME

Our entire organ system (which extends to that of all the organs and planets, animals and elements of earth and sky) and auric or Aetheric system is made up of stories (like colours and organs of the rainbow or the rose*) and our story shimmering in the ineffable as eminently substantial pictures in the amniotic waters or ethers of all the stars and all memory and destiny. 

*See Susanna quote at bottom

A story is any sequence of all of the gossamer threads of cause and effect living in the ocean of all mind and matter, so that everything from brains to space is made up of stories.


For just like Time, Memory has a past, a present and a future. All causes and effects constitute even rudimentary stories that, in turn, constitute any viable (or true) reciprocal correspondence of mind and matter, which is why by life's own reason every kind of genesis is caught up with every kind of destiny and so most liberal determinations of what is true for oneself and one's family, all of whose organs, voices and stories are born immersed in the amniotic waters of living creative intelligence and human heritage, that of all that is here or hereafter.

“Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary? Where is the foundling’s father hidden? Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there learn it.”

― Herman Melville, Moby Dick




"And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man, a motion and a spirit, that impels all thinking things, all objects of all thought, and rolls through all things..."

William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey, July 13, 1798






"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But He beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day."


Ode on Intimations of Immortality, William Wordsworth, 1806


See Quotes On Mass Psychological Compliance





Or go to Rome, which is the sepulchre,
Oh, not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought
That ages, empires, and religions, there
Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought;
For such as he can lend, - they borrow not
Glory from those who made the world their prey;
And he is gathered to the kings of thought
Who waged contention with their time's decay,
And of the past are all that cannot pass away.

XLVIII, “Adonais”, Percy Bysshe Shelley, spring 1821
(An elegy on the death of John Keats) 


- See Axiom 874 - The God of the Mind is the Voice





"Maybe it was stupid, Neil thought, to place one’s hopes in the architecture of a boat and not of heaven.

"Death at sea was a romantic as much as a tragic tale of the open waves, the watery crevasse across which navigation by sun and star had passed into the past by half a century, cutting off yet another link to a poetry that was eternal."

Paradise Was, Rayn Gryphon

http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2014/07/paradise-was-vision-quest.html


- From Psalms of Love - A Living Poetry






"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path."

Psalm 119:105

"As is the Moon, whose changes ever run
Into themselves, to the eternal Sun;"

- Epipsychidion

By Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)


"Even our names for the first man and woman, Adam and Eve, denote a womb [A Dam is a very crude and very old word for a uterus] of so terrestrial and celestial [Eve] proportions."

- See Lending An Ear or Bending A Knee - A Living School









And these stories are made up of discrete elements  elements of earth and air, water and fire....all that is feminine and all that is masculine or god and goddess.  Picture two triangles, one up and one down (like a star of David - Davidian or Divine), with a point for every element listed and which encompasses the amniotic substance of all mind and matter - Aether or pure Mind.

See Axiom 900 - The Sun 


The measures heavens and the earth the edges of the Sun
The face a mother and a father graces everyone


And pure amniotic (commemorated by the song and knowledge in the Christmas Carol, Silent Night) as cosmic mind (of your mind of that mind, that "consummation [and sexual conception] devoutly to be wished") or aether the purest air, water, earth and fire, earth and water, air and fire were qualities and entire celestial dimensions or angels of the aether that bleeds and shimmers between sense and imagination by every organ and bound of mind and matter, Heaven and Earth the baptismal fonts and Maidenheads of every story we would spell or dissemble together by every course of human life, sex and thought, life after life.

This is part of why so many of our greatest stories (at the horizon of all higher brain function, of all mind and matter, fiction and fact, personal estimations and mass [psychopathic] conflations of fact and fiction integral to all military-grade culture or, in parlance, torture of all prospective fortunes of Man and Beast in perpetuity for our whole safety, progress and salvation (usually from ourselves as heir to thousands of years of glorified cultural genocide called Democracy of late) are celestial in nature or try to be.

This is the charm of all science fiction, whether intentional or not. And which is worse? Science testifying to a military occupation of the celestial organs (of space and time, taking after the torturous corporate mandates of the Roman Catholic Church) of whole human brain (and family) development that makes adequate provision for the most liberal articulation and determination of our own voices and those of all of our blood and language in Heaven and Earth.

There is a reason that the five elements are commonly pictured as a star or pentacle not unlike that placed at the top of a Christmas tree of from whence Santa (or Krampus) travels to come and steal children from their celestial family heritage celebrated by hundreds of millions of glorified psychopaths every winter season, whether Xian morons or not.

M-AN is, like the entire celestial biology (ever unfolding genesis and destiny) of Mother and childe, at the intersection of all that is mind and matter, all that is Man and Woman, god and goddess, male and female and it is from this intersection, genesis or conception from whence emerges (or is birthed) every prospect of life (or conception) unfolds. This reality is commemorated by the constellation or Orion or Di-Ana, a variation on Divi-Ana or the Divine. Orion and Diana refer to the unbounded wealth of living or moving pictures integral to all of our bodily fluids and that of all elemental angels of the Aether that crosses as does Man or the birth of Man the mind-matter barrier or horizon, a word which contains Horus and Orion or Mother (Man) and Child. Man's language that of all life is caught up in the birth of Man and the birth of Man in the celestial language of Man as celestial beast who hails from and is heir to all the riches (or gold and silver) of the womb of the terrestrial and celestial dimensions (of a family Temple) of bone and blood, earth and star, of every truth and beauty in the round or crown of the year and its living scriptures of human mental and emotional congress at the very verge or horizon of the growth of all life in terms of our very own lives and minds and those of a child. This is what is comprehended though simultaneously occulted by what is called the Vesica Piscis from whence the dehumanized Man or Christ is born and tortured for life by every calen and talon (brain-specific transformations of ancient symbol and language) of Rome and its host of subsidiary and however utilitarian or popular corporate fictions of heaven and earth, of every facet of degrees and currencies meted out by every school and church in the world.

Albert Einstein was a military consultant working through Princeton University who helped like Copernicus or Galileo in the expulsion of the Aether from the canons of human faith and science (just an extension of the religion of the Dark Ages).


 Round yon virgin Mother and Child
Holy infant so tender and mild...



The organs of the Divine or of Man are wholly wrapped up with the organs, forces and celestial medicine of the beast, the animal in as much as all that is celestial is wholly wrapped up in its attraction (the impulse and rhythm of all life and every gulf and pulse of and in all mind and matter, all sense, experience, innocence, language and imagination, all song and knowledge, congress and correspondence) to all that is terrestrial, all that is male in all that is female, all that is female all that is male, Mother and Man alike.

Heaven and Earth.

Here and Hereafter.

Every organ of human conception and sex, life and breath with that of every language (god and goddess, earth and water, air and fire) of seasons of star and seed, voices all in the infinite darkness from whence the face of Man appears in all that changes with all that never changes at all. 


Therefore, all human pain will contain personal stories and portents of change related to our sense of all that is Man and Woman, Mother and Father.... and Man, our entire orientation to and coordination with celestial family biology and psychology, with the language (celestial as terrestrial measures of Mother and Man, land and sky) of the womb formed by Man and Woman alike.

All song and knowledge and all health, growth and transformation lay in our language, that of our voice, bone and blood and its provision or not by our mothers and fathers gong back untold years, corruptions of which can and do subsequently as evidently become as integral to our brain function as air and water  - psychosis protected like that of our very breath, integral as it must become to consoling equations of the personal and the social, fact and fiction.


Continued with Song of Modern Civilization - A Living Poetry

And Axiom 899 - Mundi Summumbra Penumbra (n.)



*Quote from Susanna: A Book of Kin, Page 47



"And, then, Peter came to understand something that he would remember for the rest of his life, even if he forgot when or where he came to understand it, or even why. Maybe he had always known. The energy that made everything what it was even as it stayed forever what it was, connecting everything, this energy was Divine.

"A song came to his lips, then, rich as the wood he passed through, rich as the spirit (or spirits) of that place, faeries, perhaps, of the tiny bouquets of wild flowers that grew solitary and yet with all the nature of their kind, so small in their pink or purple or white saffron petals that one could easily picture them towering in colourful cloud above the distant pebbles and soil only an inch beneath them. He sang to himself, and he sang to the forest of the day, honoured to be alive.



“The rainbow is the rose I know who grows
In every spell, in every subtle thing.
The rainbow is the rose I know who blows
Through every passing phrase in twinkling.

Rose and rainbow, thorn and fire sink
Into themselves into the very heart
They pierce;  the rose and rainbow when they blink
Are rising from the blood and smoke of consciousness the heaven that appears.

Her house and dell, the land it fell beneath them then it altogether came
Up to her wing they horse and rider spied
Down valley, sky; she held to rainbow, rainbow, rose and rein.
She saw her death; she knew at once that she had never died.”



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"Susanna strode passed the Oaken grove (with its one Oak tree) feeling on the very edge of a moment that led from the unfathomable past to the unfathomable future. The uncut grass was wet from the night before and it tickled her bare ankles. By the time she neared the edge of the wood, accented along its edge with thin Birch trees and one tall Maple whose brown and green leaves hung down damp and fresh, the air was lifting the Earth up to the sky and down to her toes.

"The spirit of her first family shone above her head, wings outstretched eagle grand, and Susanna felt like she could fly forever into that true sun inside her self, home. Her life would be the experience of getting closer to this true spirit that guided her from the tips of time into its ageless light. Maybe it was because the early but already warm morning was a paradisiacal mix of heat and water, earth and air, that she felt so taken up with it all, that all this wet and mist would soon cease to be and, in its place, the green light of the trees, the brown sun of the Earth."









Grass retreats into the far eclipse of land and sky
An effervescent kind of spring inside the blood and breath
Embarked from leagues unknown upon the very paths that try
Like spokes of sun and moon and star the heart of life and death
Converging on the break of day a story on the lips
Illimitable depths of sense and memory allay
Their separation from the good or evil waters of their genesis
These elements of every story roiling night and day
Because a Once upon a time spelled every season's pert
And aged face emerges from the churches of the soul
These sylvan faces who commune these forces organs dawn and dusk
An eating and an being eaten pleasures fell as leaves
And pages fro the past and future tangled roots and branches trunks
Of blood and hunger the conception generations these
Some countenance of sun and clouds, of star and tidal wastes
Of rain and thunder portents organs stories in the earth
Conversant as the deepest molten ore unfolding tastes
Of lovers as ineffable a vision teats and measures of the birth
Of love that heady rolling thunder underneath the skin
Presiding like an hierophant of romance o'er the song
Two sylvan people first imagine fathoms thence begin
After the currents of attraction cataracts the throng
Of voices living in our voices knit the changing and unchanging faces phases life
And nature measures that remembered embers as suspended in the throat
Of birds and clouds of outer space the milky wastes a child
The horizon that recedes it bleeds the words that elements that know
As though the pictures of the God and Goddess letters start
The living scriptures living pillars mingled Man and Voice
Taking the nature of that these waters that begin to part
Their self-effulgence for the doubt and wonder that enjoys
These paths through petals of the lands of earth and water, air and fire, tongues
And faces planets forming in that chalice God's and Man's at Once.






It is a truism of all combat that the power of any sword lay in the deftness of the hand and heart that wields it.

So could be said of the truth and, indeed, of the deftness the truth alone lends its very heart and hand.




When soldiers fell their clothes disheveled aches without surcease
The holy canons that were fashioned lathes of heart and mind
That pounded poisoned stories into brains that ached to breathe
Submerged within a din of screams remembered human kind
The knowledge chiseled into stone and written in the blood
Of centuries an love like that from whence these words were born
A way of life a commerce with the stars the Maidenhood
Celestial as every filthy element informed
The ever changing nature of the child and the Man
That Kingdom Come scored from the blood and language all the Earth
Returned in chests and measures treasures stolen from the Motherland
Our voices raised that consummation poles with ribbons children turned
With laughter like the babbling brook and thoughts that sprang like deer
A leap one ocean of contentment to the next the face
A mother and a father burned throughout the atmosphere
That lapped a shimmer of the river in our blood the place
That stood upon a book whose pages fluttered in the leaves
The clouds that parted in the currents of our blood the air
And water wheels of paths of light that soak into the deeps
That spring their wedding and their wedding feast lived everywhere - 
Pray if only murmur in the shadow of a breath
Beneath whose mountain peaks we lived and dreamed of home again.










The measures heavens and the earth the edges of the Sun
The face a mother and a father graces everyone



There was and is a blood befits the organs that we use
To give and take with every slake of breath our dearest words
Impressed upon the heart will crack the dawn out of the womb's
Monopoly upon the language of the Universe
A secret Rose a Woman's longing Beauty only knows the looming Sun
And Moon who altogether take communion in the font
Of Man and Nature's language pleasures leavening the blood
Celestial as every measure we bequeath to gods;
We move around about the commerce of our lives the stars
As startled that we know, it seems, so little of the voice
As astronomical it were as so compatible the heart's
Own reign its consummation any holy Saint enjoys
The living riches rivers quivers sing the songs of losses, lusts and cares
The blood of Man and nature's holy equipage of beasts
Celestial as organs stories elemental tares
As wanted and unwanted as compelled by ecstasies
Sustained in their enduring pains and pleasures transformations of
This bone and body of the Earth that bleeds into the human mind and back
Again the human brain as crowned a marriage and a passion play the blood
Of vascular proportions these of seasons reaches of our Motherland;
I picked a Rose with all my heart and soul I knew the Truth
And Beauty grew by all we knew the letters, plants and heavens gardens all around the throne
This wholly royal language of the nature of the Dawn (the God) the Womb
A Mother and a Father born with all we art together and alone
This Dawn that bears our blood aloft a litter living letters ribbons of a Temple Heaven and the Earth
These limpid pools of all we lose ourselves we lose our minds
To all that finds a mother or a child's royal words
That consummation blood and wonder spills o'er cups and stars and hearts and censors measures of The Life and Times
Of memories that took their very amniotic substance spelled the force
And purpose we dissembled every picture in a Living Book
Whose pages fluttered in the leaves and grasses surged and coursed
This sacred knowledge bloomed and stained with filth's refrain the unremitting Congress of the cares it shook
The Stars the vaulted ceiling of the Heavens by the day
This dawning that consumed itself the feet that brought and took thy Royal Holy form celestial away.






- Psalms of Love - A Living Poetry