Mandara – A Troubled Soul

Disturbed – The Sound of Silence (432 Hz)

core of cosmic tragedy

cause of founding agony

body, soul, and spirit split

brothers made strangers

islands of burning anguish

in a sea of cold indifference

you do not feel

your pain is too great

I tell you, walking dead one

yet the life within you cries out

for remembrance

only to be heard

through the sound of silence

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence

Om – Advaitic Songs

1. Addis

Aum Trayambakam Yajamahe
Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam
Urva Rukamiva Bandhanaan
Mrityor Mokshiye Maamritat

2. State Of Non-Return

Traveler now reach the stream

The astral flight adapter

From the pain-sheath life ascends

The non-returner sees

Empathy release me

And the phoenix rise triumphant

And walks onto the certitude ground

The soul’s submergence ends

From the rounds of rebirth

He arrives onto the deathless

Light bores through the adjunct worlds

The soul-galleon prevails

Liberates in wisdom

To complete state of negation

The five roads subsumed by grace

Emancipates from dream

3. Gethsemane

Sings the advaitic

A penitent rite to send

Toward redemption

Strength attends the seeker

A sovereign dreadnaught breathes

And approach the state serene

Interiorizer of the mind

From world labyrinth

Nicodemus

Awaits in vigil weeping

The Arahat rising

And the healing ghost descends

Lamentations cease

And rarefied light prevails

Devekut gleams, sing freedom

From tamasic field

 And Ezekiel saw the wheel

Prana exits

Toward the azure locus

On vrittiless path he walks
Contemplative ascends

Temple-cave of the heart shrine
Vigil on the mountain

4. Sinai

Walk Melchizedek shrine descender

At Lebanon - priest ascending
And back toward Lebanon priest ascending

Menyelek now proceeds
Through the Red Sea

Reabsorbed on the peak of mountain
And reabsorb on the peak of mountain

5. Haqq Al-Yaqin

Blue orb on the spine’s horizon
From the mosque of the silent mind
Mendicant vows to walk the field

Guiding light of the nerves cremation
Through the port of seventh shrine
The adept integrates upon the single eye

Toward the hill of the purifier
Dross burns the offering
Soul merge with the ocean - Attains refuge

To the eighth state of absorption
By degrees of the ascent now rise
The faqir takes the narrow road

As the opal blue globe is burning
At the shore of the inward light
Life-force transits through the gate

Point centralized will emerging
On approach of the sovereign ground
From the karmic tombs awaken

Lanterns of the quadrant guardians
From the triune sheaths emerge
Through inner space accedes
Shekinah

And the phoenix has ascended
Glides upon the divine wind
Liberates from the world sojourn

Dark Tranquillity – We Are The Void

This album is for you souls who feel you've come to the end of your rope, to the threshold of the abyss, to the limits of belief regarding identity, meaning, and purpose.

I say to you, the end is the beginning. But to get there, you must cross the void.

You must see what you have feared to see.

Yourself. Beyond creation and yet within it.

The chooser and the experiencer.

The hider and the revealer.

Hunter and hunted.

Nothing and everything.

The luminous dark, the pregnant night.

The Source of life and death.

The One at the Center, the Sole Creator of this vast illusion which you filled with stories and characters to spend eternity playing their roles.

You are remembering who you are.

It is time to come Home and see: You are all there is, all there ever was, all there ever can be.

The dream is what You make of it.

Two paths are before you now.

One, you continue to play and pretend at limitation and separation.

Two, you realize the truth: there are no limits, and all that you do, you do to yourSelf.

The power is in your hands. Wield it with a personal agenda and see where that takes you, or let it envelope you in mutual integration and see where the pathless path leads.

Let no other-being sway you from your Center. You decide.

Time and eternity, the character and the One: two sides of the paradox that we are.

Play well, my friend.

dark tranquillity

WE ARE THE VOID

1. shadow in our blood

we are delusional

to go against mortality

still we fight, love and create

as the only creatures

in on life's grand secret

we sense the pointlessness beyond



there is a void between our hands

that drown the sounds of night

an arrow laced with liquid darkness

for every sungod's heart



it has always been right here

like a shadow in our blood

it waits for you and me

the shadow in our blood



we are delusional

from fictional reality

to prayers for prosperity

loneliness

can we resist your pale attraction

give in to the dream with open eyes



how will this world within a world live on

another page torn from the book of strangers

who says "I" when all voices fear their own sound

and who remembers the hours



it has always been right here

like a shadow in our blood

it waits for you and me

the shadow in our blood



here in the barren and still

far from the shores of real

dreams borne beyond borders

on weave of thought and want

here we're invincible



it has always been right here

like a shadow in our blood

it waits for you and me

the shadow in our blood

2. dream oblivion

he takes a stand

and looks his enemy in the eye

this goes no further



i have the upper hand

this ends on my terms

i challenge non-existence

every single day



the end of mind

end of freedom

end of everything



a most violent event

breaks individuality

and turns out your shadow



in devastating light

that push against our eye

dance to the bloodsong

in dream oblivion



he makes a point

of sticking to the lie



this is the last time

i'm now done with this

i carry my nothing

every single day



the end of mind

end of freedom

end of everything



now with reality on end

the fall of all morality

dance to the bloodsong



in devastating light

that push against our eye

dance to the bloodsong

in dream oblivion



the end of faith

end of meaning

end of everything

3. the fatalist

eventually they'll come

your name has been called

out for aeons

to claim the blood

and salvage what remains



for once we've seen the fragile nature

of things behind these windows

where nothing lives

and nothing ends



and seen what drives the hopeless

in between their closing yellowed walls



the day will come

you are the fatalist

the day will come

you are the fatalist

you walk on soil that dreams of blood



how can we fight fatigue

in prehistoric sorrow?

when all is preordained

the cycle never ends



what once had been an endless realm

of possibility and dream

now laid to waste and ruin

laid to waste again

you wash your hands in blood



you squander time

we borrow from eternity

is it another lame excuse?



the day will come

you are the fatalist

the day will come

you are the fatalist

you walk on soil that dreams of blood


you are the fatalist



if nothing changes

then nothing ends



your thoughts are broken

your reasoning is flawed

defense is just an act

and lies are all you've got



now

you are the fatalist

you are the fatalist



how easy we can see

defeat behind your argument

the fatalistic smile



the day will come

you are the fatalist

the day will come

you are the fatalist

you walk on soil

that dreams of blood


the day will come

the day will come

you walk the ground

that screams for murder

4. in my absence

eyes that meet to say farewell

and linger through the sleepless nights

a trail of days that end in tears

but I can never be there



the rush of hours that never seem to end

what life has dealt you can not comprehend

i am the absentee



i know you're out there searching tonight

i'm right here

another day and I cannot see through your eyes

i'm right here



how could I have known what preceded your own thoughts

wish that I could listen to what only speaks inside

every raging dissonance

each jarring note

but i could never be there



how could you think that I would understand

when words just go around what the heart truly wants

i am the absentee



i know you're out there searching tonight

i'm right here

another day and i cannot see through your eyes

i'm right here



i want to tell you

of the exploding light

how everything is visible

moments before the dark

i am never, never there



i know you're out there searching tonight

another day and i'm not there



thrust with nails of conflict

anxiety and pain

through spells of anger, confusion and defeat

i wish you'd see me here in front of you

but i am not here



i know you're out there searching tonight

i'm right here

another day and i cannot see though your eyes

i know you're out there

but i'm right here

another day and i cannot see though your eyes

lead me right

5. the grandest accusation

what if you are an island of sorrow

then i'll be the raging sea

what if you are the reaching trees

then i'll be the storm that with fire rages



the new loneliness

your name on the door

just like a diagnose

for venomous disease



man is the cemetery for unlived life

all for nought

the grand accusation



your face is your name

word and shield

sharp as a curse



man is the cemetery for unlived life

all for naught

the grand accusation



you chose rejection

over thoughts of insight

you take action

from focus on intent

and brace for impact

not waiting for the fall



what cries here, cries inside

man is the cemetery of unlived life

the grand accusation



what if you were a country of grief

with me the invading force

what if you were to measure the hollow

that captivates and devours you



the new loneliness

your name on the door

just like a diagnose

for venomous disease



man is the cemetery for unlived life

all for naught

6. at the point of ignition

do not hide your sorrow

or banish it from sight

take it out to burn

turn the pain against it



in our day that holds no other

what are we

the fuel or the flame

in the life that hides behind you

what are you

the fuel or the flame



in our proud momentum

thrust ahead from the start

our fragile frame falls apart



i hear you in my echo

a few steps behind

i see you in my shadow

waiting inside



what if we don't question

the meaning of it all

the answer in our system

bound to kill the spark



the moment so elusive

hangs heavy over our heads

scorns the doubting nomads

that burn another trail



in our day that holds no other

what are we

the fuel or the flame

in the life that hides behind you

what are you


the shine of trembling stars

worlds in the distance

curse this lack of sight

into darkness without end



in our day that holds no other

what are we

the fuel or the flame

in the life that hides behind you

what are you

the fuel or the flame



in our day that holds no other

what are we

in the life that hides behind you

what are you

what are you

7. her silent language

why do I see her

through neverending nights

why do I see her

wearing nothing but the dark



have you come here to warn me

of what I cannot see

you want to tell me something

but you do not have the words



i know where you live

i can see through your darkness

and when you sleep

i hear the heart that beats you



have you come here to warn me

of what I cannot see

you want to tell me something

but you do not have the words



eyes far into the distance

a life that does not connect

time played out its part

on strings that bind us



encounters in silence

words elude the fading night

wish i could fathom

what is too hard to tell



her head hangs low

in the silence of her room

her head hangs low

she takes a bite out of her heart



have you come here to warn me

of what I cannot see

you want to tell me something

but you do not have the words

8. arkhangelsk

held by winter's chokehold fast

fixed in anxiety's firm grip

the frost that burn the arteries



underneath the heavy clouds

the lifted sword, the broken shield

the hand that drew the final word

from the frozen mouth of arkhangelsk



let them go, let them burn the world to cinders

and let their heads hang down

falling through the tungsten skies

on the burning grounds of arkhangelsk



to the eye of judgement now

one will stand in the time of the end

 (time of the end)

sun to stone, air to fire

all to nothing and nothing to nil

they gather, drowning to the sounds

of the grinding wheels of arkhangelsk



with one word, one movement in the fabric

everything dies

the storm that sweeps the world away

from the frozen plains of arkhangelsk



inherit from the morning star

what others brought and the land forgot



soaring through van allen belts

through blazing stars, through dying suns

collide not now, but carry us

through the burning air of arkhangelsk

9. i am the void

drink this water again

that runs by without memory

where your name is lost

drink and forget yourself

this featureless stream

that carries your face further on

these waters know you

it calls you by your one true name



have you ever noticed

the spaces in-between

where life is in recession

and agony begins



i am the call

i speak inside of you

i am the void

that haunts you

i am the howl

that calls you out

 i am the void

i am the void


you rest your weary head

on to the underworld

and let the silent whispers

guide your waking dreams

in time with the pulse

of what is long since gone

the beat of the fallen

is cold already in your blood



the machinery of chaos

comes alive in you

chained to the grinding wheel

of forces unseen



i am the call

i speak inside of you

i am the void

that haunts you

i am the howl

that calls you out

i am the void
 

i am the void



you have always been between

another set of walls

outside of which the world

is watching down on you

inside the silence speaks

kept close to the endless alibi

never reaching out

never give in



i am the call

i speak inside of you

i am the void

that haunts you

i am the howl

that calls you out

i am the void

i am the void

10. surface the infinite

it starts below

the bile and the burning

darkness in the recipe

a fire of the soul



to paralyze and stranglehold

disable the design

the remnants of reality

in our measured time

is torn apart



we carry our fear inside

a space that holds the darkness

we stretch our skin around

to cover the abyss



the smirk on our reality

at the future we foresee

blood that seeks redemption

in endless nights of sin

stays with the spears

that pierce the blinding sun



we heard from the heralds of grief

that nothing remains



we carry our fear inside

a space that holds the darkness

we stretch our skin around

to cover the abyss



breaks into day

upsets the system

it's in our nature to bear

the hidden to the end



what if this feeling contains a truth

what if our dreams give way to the dogma of old

what if lost desires can be found



no shelter

no barriers between

what's already inside

betrays what the surface holds



we wear our lives

on wires and dust

like demons of the lost

still wrapped in our own confusion

the call of the abyss



we carry our fear inside

a space that holds the darkness

we stretch our skin around

to cover the abyss

11. iridium

let the horizon lead

onto the ether of the night

draped across the burning heavens

flying homeward like a bird of the soul



shattered into a million brighter suns

each flare unique and rare

scattered across forever

out from creation's core

an end beyond compare

iridium



now is the time to leave

we lie awake, we stand afire

at the edge of the world

above a myriad of light

below the mantle of the stars

and strangely they fall



shattered into a million brighter suns

each flare unique and rare

scattered across forever

out from creation's core

an end beyond compare

iridium

Back to the Real feat. Dog Poet, Aug Tellez, Gaia

Hello, friends!

I have some wonderful materials to share with you today. Oh yes! I'll just list them off here without further ado:

First we have a piece of Visible Origami, straight from the muse of our one and only Dog Poet Transmitting...

... Aug Tellez gets deep, lucid, and real in this half-hour impromptu podcast called "Biological Consciousness and Soul Awareness, Technological Immortality, The Illusion of the Self"...

... and a voice that brings so much flooding back, the radio transmissions of Gaia herself.

Please enjoy, and pass it on!

Epica – In All Conscience

Today I want to share a song that has touched me deeply. Its emotional resonance for myself comes from my experience breaking up with my wife. Some of the lyrics don’t necessarily relate to that, but many of these words have impacted me powerfully.

Can you imagine feeling and knowing a love so full and perfect and timeless and pure – the stuff of heaven – expressed directly from the heart of a person with whom you’ve shared intense years of trial and tribulation, to whom you’ve wanted to commit your all, someone who actually needs a good, strong, wise person by their side to defend and help them. . . only once you’ve become aware that your marriage with them has been built on sand, is hopelessly dysfunctional, and is keeping you from your own true path?

The freeing revelation has been that that love is not just with that one person: it is behind, inside, and around everything. It is the stuff of life itself! It doesn’t bind you to that particular person or to any set path. And it doesn’t make the pain and sorrow go away. It allows you to embrace the pain, to embrace yourself within the experience of the pain, just being there, present, for as long as the pain wants to express. It allows clear sight, forgiveness, acceptance, letting go.

I am learning to listen to myself – to feel what my body is telling me – and to be honest. I want all of my relationships to be balanced and free. I want to go through life with a light touch, no twists, no baggage, no holding back. I want to give myself permission to feel every twinge and torrent of sorrow, regret, injustice, unfairness, outrage, and anguish. I want to feel connected to life. I want peace.

(For every statement beginning with “I want,” take away the “I” – that’s ego – and “want” – that’s desire – and you’re left with the thing itself. Yay Zen aphorisms!)

(Embedding is disabled on these videos, so I’ve hotlinked them for you below.)

Enjoy!

EPICA – In All Conscience (audio only)

EPICA – In All Conscience (EPIC METAL FEST Aftermovie)

 EPICA – In All Conscience (Acoustic Version)

The Quantum Enigma – Bonus Track

Allow me to write my final words
I can’t stand this anymore
Hold me when the time has come

’Cause I don’t want to be alone

In my heart you’re still here, it’s the bond that we share
I can feel you’re around everywhere
Even though you are gone our spirit is strong
We’re honoring all the work that you’ve done

When there’s no chance for a defense
I’ll have to bend and give it all

(Each angle will give a new view)
All that I’ve been standing for
Was an illusion after all

(As both sides should always be heard)

In my heart you’re still here, it’s the bond that we share
I can feel you’re around everywhere
Even though you are gone our spirit is strong
We're honoring all the work that you’ve done

I’ll see you somewhere again
Away from all the insanity
We can’t beat injustice now and for all
I’ll see you somewhere again
Away from humanity
We can’t beat unfairness now all alone

Even though you are gone our spirit is strong
I felt you all around alone
In my heart you’re still here, it’s the wound that we share
I can feel you’re around everywhere
Even though you are gone our spirit is strong
We’re honoring all the work that you’ve done

I’ll see you somewhere again
Away from all the insanity
We can’t beat injustice now and for all
I’ll see you somewhere again
Away from humanity
We can’t beat unfairness now all alone.

Going Home

This text was born of my response to a thread on facebook. I owe the inspiration for it to many dear souls, but mainly to Irina, whose words are a spiritual depth charge of mystic, numinous insight.

When I connect with my deeper self, I know only a Love that surpasses all understanding. This tells me that evil is not an absolute reality, but arises within relativity. I would characterize it as the result of progressive layers of distortion overlaid on the mind’s codec (coding/decoding software), affecting its perception of base reality-as-it-is to the point where identity becomes a false construct and authentic connection is lost. The notion of an isolated “I” within a fundamentally uncaring or hostile universe supersedes the base reality, creating the need for an arsenal of defense mechanisms and control schemes. By degrees, the sublime music of the spheres is twisted into a cacophony of chaos and confusion. Meaning is hidden from view, vitality withers, divine evolution gives way to spiritual diminishment and degradation. The virus of narcissism and fear insinuates itself into the structure of our being on every level. Every choice in favor of truth, forgiveness, liberation, and growth (for oneself or another) is a choice to reclaim a truer experience of our divine self and repudiate the programming of the virus.

I see the regions of the multiverse infected by the virus as dark, dense, chaotic disruptions/interruptions within an otherwise clear sea of white light. This visual-tactile-auditory-gustatory impression was a familiar one to me in childhood fever dreams. There was a nasty roughness to these dark regions that contrasted with the silky, frictionless, infinitely permeable liquid smoothness of the white light. The vibrations were intense and low compared with the sublime peace of vibes that were so high in frequency as to disappear entirely.

We are developing spiritual antibodies every time we recognize and “flag” a viral distortion within our perception without identifying with it or attaching to it with guilt or loathing. Blessing and releasing it severs the energetic cord binding us to it. Even the virus – though it lacks a life of its own independent of the host consciousness and has no free will the way conscious beings do – is an equal in a world of equals. It behaves according to its nature and all we can do about it is choose not to partake of that nature.

My concept of Christ is influenced by Philip K. Dick’s VALIS trilogy. I see Christ as unbounded consciousness that has walked the path we are on and possesses full immunity to the dark that is only a passing shadow, a momentary nightmare within the grand, exquisite dream of God. Since our nature as Christ exists beyond our limiting construct of linear time, it has access to and is theoretically accessible from any point within time. Perhaps certain time frames within cosmic time – such as the astronomical alignment we are in now – facilitate access both ways. This is an in-built “weakness” in the viral construct, an “escape hatch” for beleaguered souls yearning for Home. But since Balance is a universal law, there must then also be an equal opportunity for the dark to make its own harvest of souls, claiming those that have become so karmically heavy and committed to evil, so steeped in the worldview of narcissism and fear-based hierarchy – so possessed by the virus – that they “pop” through the membrane separating this battleground Middle-Earth from the negative 4D realm.

The realms of Light are far greater and vaster and more varied than those ruled by the morbid themes of shadow. The realms of Light allow free rein for all creator beings to bring forth whatever they desire, solo or in tandem or in groups. Respect for free will is unbreachable. Trust is absolute. Learning and exploration and fun and beauty are pursued. Evolution happens with elegance and grace. The existence of an inimical alternative, of the possibility of evil, lends these realms a preciousness and poignancy that enhance the experience. We don’t fully appreciate something until we’ve missed it.

We’ve been here a long time. The amnesia is so thick, there’s no telling how long, how many lifetimes we’ve wandered here in this twilight zone. But we have a chance now to return to our precious Home. To take steps toward the Light. To heal all sin and shame. To embrace and be embraced in the arms of Love.

Our hearts have been calling out to Home, to the brothers and sisters and loved ones we left behind, and Home is calling us just as dearly and longingly. May we of this battle-weary diaspora of hardy souls now forge new alliances, combine forces, pool our talents, and work together to close the final gap and pierce this nightmare veil, blazing a shining path for millions upon millions to follow if they choose. We call them with love to follow us in orienting ourselves with the True North Star. We will help and guide and inspire them in turn as we have been helped and guided and inspired ourselves. May the lost return and may God protect every one of us until we reach the destination.

Take heart, dear brother and sister. We remember you. We are always with you. You are God’s own child and we love you just as you are. Peace eternal be with you. OM!

Polyphia – LIT

Polyphia | LIT (Official Music Video)

Audiovisual onomatopoeia of some highly tuned-in, full-blast, intricate, high-bandwidth feels. Energy sketching with the latest in tools and cutting-edge inspiration. A feast and a challenge for a (relatively) old guy like me to take in. (Besides my age [32 Sols], I was raised mostly on music that was either upwards of a hundred years old or exhibited a clear, tightly-buttoned-down lack of groove. I only started freely listening to whatever I actually wanted when I was 23.)

These kids are amazing. The band released its first studio album in 2015. We’re talking demigod-level talent and creativity. If this is the direction music is taking, I’m all for it!

The whole genre is new to me:

“Djent is a style of progressive metal, named for an onomatopoeia for the distinctive high-gain, distorted, palm-muted, low-pitch guitar sound first employed by Meshuggah and SikTh. Typically, the word is used to refer to music that makes use of this sound, to the sound itself, or to the scene that revolves around it.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Djent

The song in the video is “LIT, a remix of the song Light, the second track on Renaissance. The remix presents melodic guitar and bass tracks over an EDM beat, presenting the mixture of their genre and their inspiration of Rap and Hip-Hop.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polyphia

I stumbled upon this video through the Facebook timeline of another artist, Beyond Infinity, whose work I discovered by searching YouTube for “progressive ambient metal” just on impulse to see what turned up. He’s a no less talented one-man band with some daring, fresh material that has teased and expanded my sensibilities as I’ve listened. So good.

Stay lit up inside, friends, and don’t forget to party!

Neptunian Horizon – The Pride of Lucifer

From the description:

New punk/metal/symphonic track from the next album.

Download the MP3: http://neptunianhorizon.com/Neptunian...
(latest version: Dec 25, 2016)

This song about the controversial Anthroposophical understanding of Lucifer as a force of transcendence and liberation that risks overshooting into mania and delusion. It's a cautionary tale about the seductive quality of Lucifer and transcendence in general, in that this force is necessary to rise beyond pedestrian materialism but it can lead to ungrounded or false spirituality if one isn't careful. The golden mean between material enslavement and metaphysical delusion is the Christ impulse, which balances and goes beyond, matching awakened wisdom with compassion.

For more info on Lucifer, Christ, and Ahriman as conceived by Rudolf Steiner, see:

[PDF] http://uriel.com/articles_etc/EQ%20fi...

[HTML] https://anthropopper.wordpress.com/20...

 

The Pride of Lucifer

Track from as yet unreleased album

Neptunian Horizon / Montalk

Crashing to ground, lucid light of the heavens,
Fire divine unto darkness and venom.
Captive in clay, dream the ancient of days,
Eyes burning skyward all vision but fades away.

For there once was an angel with eyes brighter than the sun.
Bringer of light, minnesinger primaeval.
Deep in your soul, can you hear the song of Lucifer?
“Break through the waves, rise to infinity!”

Crown of creation, foundation of the universe.
Baptized in light, let the wisdom flow through your veins.
You are Neptunian, the progeny of fissure kings.
Break through the waves, rise to infinity!

Flashes so bright, gnostic visions transcendent,
All laws revealed in a cosmos resplendent.
Scraping the ceiling of unhuman feelings,
Pride burning skyward, submission but fades away.

For the Grail lies within you beneath the waters of your mind,
Churning the waves, turning the maelstrom.
Rise, O Neptunian, from vile pandemonium,
Break through the waves, rise to infinity!

The pride of Lucifer!

Freedom unbound, astral dreamers astray,
Burned by the sun, dark infernal dominion.
Bringer of gnosis or untold psychosis?
Falling from heaven the loveless behold their doom!

The pride of Lucifer!

Oh, fallen the angel with eyes brighter than the sun,
Bringer of light, serpent-singer prime evil.
Deep in your soul, can you hear the song of Lucifer?
“Break through the waves, rise to infinity!”

Epica - Consign to Oblivion - "A New Age Dawns" Part III

Consign to Oblivion – Track 11

Consign to Oblivion

“A New Age Dawns” Part III

How can we let this happen and
Just keep our eyes closed ’till the end

The only thing that counts is the prosperity of today
Most important to us is that our bills get paid

Our good intentions have always been delayed

How can we let this happen and
Just keep our eyes closed ’till the end
When we will stand in front of heaven's gate
It will be too late!

Try to unlearn all that you’ve learnt
Try to listen to your heart
No, we can’t understand the universe
By just using our minds
We are so afraid of all the things unknown

A must we appease is the lust to get laid
Nothing really matters, just devouring our prey

Our good intentions have always been delayed so
Our generous acts have always come too late

How can we let this happen and
Just keep our eyes closed ’till the end
When we will stand in front of heaven's gate
It will be too late!

Try to unlearn all that you’ve learnt
Try to listen to your heart
No, we can’t understand the universe
By just using our minds
We are so afraid of all the things unknown
We just flee into a dream that never comes true

Low to the ground we feel safe
Low to the ground we feel brave

Oblivisci tempta quod didicisti

[Try to forget what you have learned]

Open your eyes, we’re not in paradise
How can’t you see this stress is killing me?
Fulfill your dreams; life is not what it seems to be
We have captured time
So time made us all hostages without mercy

Seemingly generous fooling ourselves
Selfishly venomous time tells

Too much thinking goes at the cost of all our intuition
Our thoughts create reality
But we neglect to be!
So we’re already slaves of our artificial world
We shouldn’t try to control life
But listen to the laws of nature

Open your eyes, we’re not in paradise
How can’t you see this stress is killing me?
Fulfill your dreams; life is not what it seems to be
We have captured time
So time made us all hostages without mercy

Low to the ground we feel safe
Low to the ground we feel brave

We all think we’re generous
But we only fool ourselves
The only thing that matters is
Our way and our vision

Selfishly we’re venomous
But you know the time tells us
There is more to life than our
Higher positions, race for perfection
Better, faster
We must return to the laws of the nature
Free ourselves from madness

Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world

As performed by Greg Jules on the Donnie Darko soundtrack:

Gregorian's cover is the version that's grown on me. Here it is with video from A Scanner Darkly:

Omnia - Earth Warrior

ॐnia

Earth (♡) Warrior

There's a war on Nature
and we can all choose what to do
So if you feel like I feel, the Love of the Earth
then.. you could be an Earth Warrior too!
'cause I'm a warrior... how about you?
I'm a warrior... how about you?

I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, nature soldier
Fightin' for the earth

This is my home it's where I belong
From the clouds in the sky to the roots and stones
See the sun in the sky make me feel so high
I see the full moon shine make me feel so fine

Her river my blood her rock my bone
Her earth my muscle her heart my soul
Her children my children, their freedom my goal
I'll be fightin' fightin' fightin' fightin' fightin for them all

I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, nature soldier
Fightin' for the earth
I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, dreadlock soldier
Fightin' for the earth

People breed disasociation
Industrialisation of elimination
A million mutant monkeys making mutilation
Deforestation from nation to nation

The earth and her children know they cannot hide
From pollution, confusion and genocide
But I will protect them, yes I got the right
  'Cause I am a soldier, I fight the good fight

I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, nature soldier
Fightin' for the earth
I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, dreadlock soldier
Fightin' for the earth

We got to keep on fightin!
For all the whales and the fishes in the sea
We got to keep on fightin!
For all the little birds and all our trees
Becouse Mother Nature, she needs our help, you know she needs our help
Her children my children, their freedom my goal
I'll be fightin' fightin' fightin' fightin' fightin' for them all

I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, nature soldier
Fightin' for the earth
I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, dreadlock soldier
Fightin' for the earth

I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, nature soldier
Fightin' for the earth
I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, dreadlock soldier
Fightin' for the earth

I'm a Warrior, dreadlock soldier
Fightin' for the earth

Turn the Power from the Hot Shots / Then Burn the Plot

Welcome again!

Today’s title is a play on some lyrics by Rage Against the Machine. Contentwise, we’re taking a number of cues from the work of John Lash, as a healthy contrast and breath of fresh air. It is my hope that I can always bring something fresh and useful and relevant here, and not get bogged down in self-absorbed complacency. Heaven forbid I contribute to the smothering embrace of dogma, to the insidious fog of the false light that promises salvation and leads to perdition.

John Lash’s mythopoeic and investigative genius, his heroic attitude, his commitment to timeless values, and his love for the spirit of humanity are greatly inspiring. If you’re not yet familiar with his defining work, the reconstructed Wisdom Goddess mythology of the suppressed Gnostic tradition, I suggest listening to “Sailing Across the Gender Rift,” one of his more recent audio recordings, in which the story is revisited for both newcomers and veterans alike.

I’m forced to observe, as I go through my day, all the delinquent, narcissistic currents and tendencies in my thinking and behavior. I am as much a product of the age we live in as the most ignorant Pod Person. I chose that reference because I am composing these words on my iPod, ironically enough. The depth of that irony will become apparent as I explain.

One of the concerns of our time is the sudden, unprecedented proliferation of these mobile devices. It's clear to see, especially if one takes a step back, that the addiction to these devices, and to the simulacrum of reality they so seductively offer, can be neither natural nor healthy, and even poses a clear and present danger to our evolution and our well-being. If you’ve ever used one, you may have noticed the sensations in your body that resulted, especially from prolonged use. (We have been well trained to ignore bodily signals; this is one of the triumphs of the archontic programming we contend with. Paying attention to the way we feel in our bodies is an important part of the awakening process.) My own sense is that of an energetic change, a drain of life force, replacing the invigorating, harmonious, flowing, native vibration with a morbid, chaotic, stagnant, and foreign vibration. Based on that experience, I am not laughing when John Lash makes the assertion that these touch-screen devices are, in fact, a vector for the third stage of what he calls A.I., the ‘archontic infection’, a partial timeline of the progression of which he has sketched out in the latest Nousflash notes.

(I just switched over to my no-frills laptop with separate no-frills keyboard. Much better!)

He also says that the physical touch of skin on screen gives some of our bioelectromagnetic energy over to the matrix of the archons, actually feeding it. This seems unexplainable and therefore improbable to the conditioned rational mind – how convenient that the worship of blind intellect has infiltrated our Western culture to the point of invisible saturation! – and yet the experiential evidence is there, the consistent feeling that one has been sucked of some vital essence, one’s aura depleted, through even less-direct contact with the less-flashy electronic toys, but particularly by the use of these touch screens.

The final effect of this third, terminal stage of the infection, says Lash, is the complete removal of all that is remotely human from our psyche. No originality. No individuality. No independent thought. No creative impulse. No desire for the living immediacy, warmth, and vulnerability of real, authentically human contact. Little by little, the human animal is led to surrender that which makes it human, leaving nothing but an aimless, ravenous beast. A biological vessel now stripped of all meaningful functions of spirit and soul, completely enslaved and controlled. A meat robot, ready and willing to perform exactly as its overlords intend. The end result? A human race made over in the image of the usurping artificial intelligence, inimical to its planetary mother, destroying, violating, and perverting her and its fellow children along with itself.

This legacy is not the intention of Gaia, nor is it set to prevail. There is a spiritual immunity inherent to the Anthropos, the energetic template of humanity as a life form, that ensures that some portion of us, those who so choose, will never submit, never lose.

The way John Lash tells it, as a piece of Gnostic intel, there were fully ten failed versions of the Anthropos experiment prior to the current iteration with its anomalous personal involvement of the Aeon Sophia. These failures came about even without the unanticipated complication of the abiogenesis of the cunning, vengeful archons. Those human strains did not reach their full and highest potential... but could it be that these parasites and their machinations are the very element that will push us to achieve it in concert with Gaia herself? Humanity’s finest hour is at hand, says the Terton. The very worst and the very best that we are capable of coincide.

Nousletter #5, Romantic Individuality, comments on a video of Jim Carrey clowning around on late-night television, displaying the familiar Illuminati triangle but with a lolling tongue instead of the eye. Funny stuff. That clip can be taken so many ways. My honest, direct impression of it was quite sinister. I saw a mass programming event designed to deepen the hypnotic trance while still providing the opening for awakening. The chilling gist of the (seemingly) intended effect is a schizophrenic, simultaneous admission and denial-by-ridicule of Illuminati influence over the entertainment industry. It acts as an inoculation against the truth for those disinclined to seek it. They pull the old fright-tactic / false-comfort game again: “Boo! We are real and we are scary, here we are admitting it in the open! … Haha, gotcha! Funny funny. It’s OK, here’s your security blanket, go back to sleep. Heh heh heh!” The gloating, genocidal, deranged Demiurge and his warm, fuzzy alter ego. Madness; misery begging for company.

The lolling tongue, as explained by John Lash, is a threefold symbol associated with Kali. One: the image of an animal dying of thirst: the spiritual dehydration of the Kali Yuga. We can be led to the Water of Life, but such is our state of disorientation and degradation that few of us are equipped to really drink it. The proliferation of false guides, the blind leading the blind, and of counterfeit sources, really makes this a perilous time in that regard. Only our most dedicated, honest self-inquiry and sincerity of purpose will suffice to bring us into a position to enjoy those revivifying draughts. And yet that spring eternal is as close to us as our very Self, here and now. It is that feeling of overwhelming divine thirst that drives us to make every effort to attain it.

Two: addiction, the unrestrained pursuit of sensual gratification, the oral stage of sexuality. Weak, foolish mortals helplessly give themselves over to all manner of self-sabotaging habits and compulsions instead of making their overarching object of desire the one thing that could free them to really enjoy the pleasures they endlessly run after and also free them from the cycle of pain, relief, and guilt. The total, pure, guiltless, and unattached enjoyment of carnal pleasures is the perfect expression of the infernal (material) polarity of divinity, which, by virtue of its oneness with Spirit, knows the innocent perfection and the proper place and measure of all things. Addictions run rampant in the Kali Yuga. Desire is the motivating force of creation itself. Divorced from living wisdom and love, it morphs into an intolerable curse. The pain of that curse, allowed to run freely through our being with eternal Spirit as the forgiving witness, becomes our road to liberation. Resistance ensures persistence. Full, unflinching, contemplative awareness of the addiction experience, releasing our energetic bonds to it by relaxing into surrender, vigilantly and consistently, will undo the binding spell and make each moment a timeless ecstasy.

Three: the tongue-on-knife ritual of the Kalika warrior. Since our interpreter is the first and maybe the only expert on this esoteric and novel initiation, I will happily defer to his exact phrasing:

But since the Ronda Moment I live continually in an expanded frame of sensitivity about pleasure and pain. I realized then that the non-dual ground awareness, which is pure and total bliss, conjures intensities of pleasure and pain out of sheer hunger for its own beauty. Endlessly ravenous, the current of Divine Shakti crashes, shivers, and melts through every conceivable nuance of so-called emotion, and perfects itself by consuming its own beauty, and being consumed by it, in turn.

The realization that overwhelms mind and body at such a sublime moment does not fade or wane. It just builds and builds, as much as you can handle it, one moment at a time. And gradually, over time, it dissolves the illusion of time completely—there's a Kaliesque paradox for you. The Ronda Moment provided the perfect counterpart to my experience a month earlier, when I underwent the Kalika initiation of Tongue on Knife up on the Ridge. That is to say, I discovered and performed that ritual in the same moment. The cognitive enlightenment that triggered that spontaneous ritual came in a brutal blow of liberating power from my guardian dakini. By her grace, I realized that the root of all addiction is addiction to the pain of not being seen. Even the Divine Shakti, the sourcing power to manifest the Universe, feels the pain of not being seen. And imagine the immensity of that emotion, considering what is to be seen!

The whole text, along with plain info, teases with some profound and tantalizing glimpses....

The fact that one experiences limiting attachments to certain unwanted patterns is not a problem in itself. The problem arises from one’s relationship to the fact of the matter. Time heals all ills – given the right conditions. And if there is no ill to be healed in the first place, then, well....

What if we reframe the addiction as neither good nor bad, but simply another pattern playing itself out? What if we recognize that the same Source that recreates the addiction pattern in every static ‘frame’ of time can also cease to maintain its existence at any time, and that that Source is within our reach – so near that there is no difference and no distance between ourselves and it? What if we honor it all as part of the gift of life, give up the need to prescribe meaning to it, and give it back to Source sanctified by our gratitude for the grace in every moment, as a devotional offering in the trusting attitude of prayer? What if we stop struggling to attain some imagined ideal of non-attachment and simply realize that our inner nature is already at rest, perfectly neutral, while the vicissitudes of life come and go as ever-balanced extensions of that void state in a symphonic dance of the exquisite outworking of a hierarchy of laws? What if we could balance the personal and heavy aspect with sober, grounded objectivity and an unfounded, carefree lightness?

There’s more than one way to skin a cat. What a horrible expression to have wormed its way into our conventional figures of speech. But let’s stick with it here, since we’re talking about ingrained patterns. You can philosophize about it any which way, and still go about performing the actions to separate skin from cat... or you can have a change of heart and let the poor cat keep its skin until Mother Nature decides it doesn't need it anymore. Yeah? And now I’m not even sure I know what I’m saying anymore; isn’t that grand? Somehow I’ve always pictured that cat being alive to start with. Schrödinger, what have you done?

So many addictions and ingrained habits. Some destructive, some indifferent, some ambivalent, and some sublime. I don’t know if it’s worth getting hung up on judging or not judging the difference from a surface-mind point of view. I’ve got mine for sure, along with some I’d gladly be rid of. But I’m content to try to observe, contemplate, accept and forgive. Even celebrate, if I can. If not, no biggie.

Alchemy is always good. If there’s a way you can turn a liability into an asset, you might as well try it. At the very least, (real) forgiveness lets you off the hook from the debilitating effects of guilt.

The earthly cabal’s got its hooks in us almost every way we turn. Same goes for the foreign psychic installation of the lizzies. Some hooks are more voluntary than others. If we’re going to tear ourselves up with anxiety and impotent rage about the ones we feel poking through our flesh, then that’s our business. The Zen-ish approach seems more sane to me. They can’t touch what we are, the part that matters. All they can do is try their best to convince us of their dominion over us, to make us forget that we are so much more than what the straitjacket of society tells us we can be. The more of the truth we know and act upon, the less concerned we need to be over all that. We are not measured by our material success here; we are measured in the realm of measures by the quality of our motives and choices. Then again, the measureless makes us all ultimately equal.

We can see ourselves as victims of the currents that move us and impact on us. We can withdraw our awareness and ignore or deny those currents. We can seek to fight them or change them. We can try to accept them. And / Or, we can inquire into the depths of ourselves to discover the fountainhead of wisdom, courage, and serenity within, whereby we can navigate impeccably as fish do: by instinct. As effortlessly as the infinite. As an open conduit between heaven and earth. As a conscious, connected mind-body matrix moved by the interplay of spirit and soul.

Words, words, words. If you get something out of them, great. That’s more than I even ask. My role as scribe is complete and therewith am I satisfied. Thanks for taking the time.

Peace.

P.S. The Zio-nanny gremlins at our lovely corporate hydroctopus host, Google (“Be Evil”), don’t want to let me embed this video – even though the footage is all familiar, if gut-wrenching, 20th-century stuff – so here is a hotlink for you:

Rage Against the Machine - Wake Up (historical footage)

Epica - Sense Without Sanity

The Quantum Enigma - Track 5

Sense Without Sanity

- The Impervious Code -

music: Mark Jansen & Epica

lyrics: Mark Jansen

See through the veil

Our perspective on life

Defines everything we reach

Most of us will aim for

All the certainties

Beyond the veil

Our perspective on death

Can manifest in many ways

Some of us stay fearful

Till the end of days

As we believe in what we see

We all assume that this is real

Our experience will just hamper us

Sense without your sanity

We've tried to define and intertwine circles

Circles of your life

Our knowledge will only hinder us

Sense without your sanity

We've tried to conceive and interweave the cycles of life

Cycles of your life

Death will ease us

See through the veil

Our perspective on birth

Defines how we honor life

An aesthetic wonder

Blessed with splendid eyes

As we believe in what we see

We all assume that this is real

Sense without your sanity

Perceive a new reality

Your heart is guiding you into

Blessedness, we will pull through

The longer you wait for the future, the shorter it will be

We're searching for the origin

Dig deeper, where we've never been

Carry the light, we should cherish the night

The questions that we cannot solve

We don't know how we should evolve

Carry the light, we should cherish the night

Bring us all to new heights

Our feelings are ready to warm us, to finally heat us up

Our mind will betray us and leave us in coldness, undefined

Our vision of life says what we will experience

Our vision of death defines what we will see

Beyond the veil

Our perspective on life

Defines everything we see

As we all could aim for

A sense of unity

See through the veil

Our perspective on death

Defines how we spend our days

Everyone interprets

Things in different ways

As we believe in what we see

We all assume that this is real

Sense without your sanity

Perceive a new reality

Your heart is guiding you into

Blessedness, we will pull through

Sense without your sanity

A changed mentality

Perceive a new reality

Do not suppress

Your heart is guiding you into

Moments of pure blessedness

Sing That Perfection!

Living truth is as simple as counting to one.

The One reverberates against itself by mirroring into duality.

Duality is the domain of mind.

Mind is nothing more than the occurrence of thought.

Thought is light, sound, vibration.

Vibration manifests on all octaves from primal creative impulse to the multitudinousness of apparent physicality.

Physicality on all its densities is a realm of experience.

Experience is a feedback process where information cycles through faculties called the senses.

The senses’ raw output is filtered and interpreted by mental programs to create the totality of what we are conscious of.

What we are conscious of is a distilled end product of the sum total of a vast web of streaming energy in the body-mind complex.

The body-mind complex is not a separate entity; it is part of an integral whole whose reaches and depths and spans and immensities go on forever, inwardly and outwardly, in an endless playground of mind knowing itself as an extension of the One while pretending now and then not to know, veiling parts of itself from other parts of itself for the purpose of its highest expression.

The highest expression of divinity is hidden in plain sight as all the things in experience that seem not to be divinity’s perfection.

Perfection sings itself and celebrates the miracle of existence in every quark and in every cosmos, in every catastrophe and in every triumph, in every cruel and every compassionate act, in every example of idiocy and genius, in every dissonance and in every harmony, in every desolate waste and in every paradise, in every moment of a lifetime and every moment out of time, in every shadow of denial and resistance and in every shining ray of realization and remembering.

Remembering who we are is the return of our soul’s journey to this eternal celebration.

This eternal celebration is the supportive, allowing space for the breath of creation, emanating from the One Love that we are, always were, and always will be.

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To get a deeper, fuller, more rounded and grounded sense of the station that this train of thought came from, I ask you to please take an hour and twenty-three minutes of your time to take in what this lovely man has to say here.

Now you may understand why the song below is so dang catchy, and understand also why it was that I, listening to it during the end credits of The Lego Movie after taking in the movie for the fourth or fifth time in a heightened state of sensitivity, cried the living crap out of myself for the sheer emotional release of the gratitude and wonder and joy I felt at the enlightened vibes I was picking up from what I had just watched and the song I was hearing. Enjoy!