The scenes are filtered
through webs of concrete ashes
like machines on fire
Its possible to remain silent
not to obey
and find a merry field
Catharsis I get from champagne
blood in my veins grown cold
like brown featureless faces
Such wicked tiny entity
playing men out against men
so as to honour our glimpse of the next
Find me chasing rabbits
unusual perceptive images
Such is the world
in these senseless hours
and pretty indeed she is painted
A few aphorisms
"The valley in a mountain pass brings all sorts of creatures to its water holes and lakes. Some are wise and some are not. Some are beautiful yet others are not. Some are terrible while others are benign. But they are all equally attracted to the waters and drinks merrily thereof."
"The lotus flower invites all creatures to behold in awe its great beauty. It does not restrict anybody from participating in this feast of the senses, and its beauty exists entirely for itself. There are no reasons for its beauty other than the beauty in itself. That is such you should think about the greatest mystery of all."
"In between night and day, a miracle occurs. The birthing, the uniting: that point at which dawn touches night. That is the exact hour where one substance is transformed into another. Replicate this miracle in yourself and see for yourself what you will become."
"The opening of the rosebud is the climax of summer, that point in time where everything is bountiful and no pleasure is denied us. It is like a ritual that nature performs over and over again with seemingly no end. The pride of the rose overwhelms us and intoxicate our souls, and moves us to perform great deeds of love and courage."
Beyond the obvious
If we, for a moment, go beneath the surface level of life, what would we find? Most people are only able to access deeper levels of the self through the use of drugs such as psychedelics. Beyond that, all they ever experience is the logic of the modern consumer agent with some private thoughts thrown into the muddle.
But it is necessary that we at some point attempt to transcend mundane consciousness. This is really the purpose of religion. All genuine religious traditions are mystical in their essence. There are several forms of mysticism available, from the Buddhist experience of emptiness of existence to possession cults in ancient India. Christianity incorporates both of these experiences into its thought-system.
Mysticism can take on the form of an existentialistic quest, because these experiences off-set our experience of reality and takes us much higher, into a realm of truth and essence. On this Earth, in these hours, we can take the greatest risk or we can follow the herd into safety and illusion. What you choose will define you forever.
Respected or disrespected?
There is a fundamental dualism in human society, which is between the respected and the disrespected persons. People become outcasts exactly insofar human social pattern requires it. We see these misfits everywhere, yet they have no voice because the use of the voice belongs to a certain segment of the population.
Who becomes the disrespected changes over time and according to the beliefs that people have. We can mention prostitutes, homeless people, oppressed women, and so on. There are no explanations as such for this human behavior, we can only study the phenomenon, not understand why some become rejected individuals.
I definitely belong into this category of disrespected people. I live almost certainly on the edge of society, but that is to be considered a good thing. This is because people from the respected classes lose their individuality in order to behave as society tells them to behave. They have no uniqueness. They might be clever, but not clever enough to see through the game.
You have to be incredibly moral, and that is exactly why you must reject the crowd. They do not know true virtue. The virtue they have is not really virtue. It is pattern of behavior that they have acquired because they always conform to authority. It is conformity and not virtue.
You must go beyond, so far beyond these people. Reject them as a matter of politeness. Inviting them in despite your feelings towards them does not do either you or them a favor. You must climb beyond.
There you will discover ancient wisdom still alive today, but you cannot do so if your greatest wish is to be like the bourgeoisie. You know their intense moral failings, their hostility, and their fear of being dominated. They are childish.
Part of a gigantic cycle
We take calculated risks, to associate ourselves with propaganda and false signals. Turning, we face East from where new winds are blowing into our midst to transform us and renew our passion and soul. We seek might and conflict, fearing not for ourselves, but devoting ourselves to a greater cause, of which I am at the beginning.
We take solace in our personal god who illuminates our interior and provides all that is necessary for this journey in this cosmos. We seek greatness above all else, to climb and to fall, to try and to fail. It does not matter for us, for risk and danger is always associated with great achievements. Put us into that position from which we cannot fail.
We cry bitter tears for past sorrow, not because we are weak, but because we have a heart, a heart that we treasure above all else. We should never fail love, or we would rather be dead. Give us the necessary, put us into that position from which failure is impossible. For we want and aim for victory.
The dualism in this world is frightening. Such is the opinion of all who have known true horrors in their life. The dualism hurts us immensely. We have seen the good and the beautiful, but it came from its opposite, which we have also witnessed in intense amounts. Bodies dancing and slaying each other. Do not come near me, for here is holy dust and sand.
What remains is for everything to be turned into ashes. We populate this planet in this cycle which will last a billion years, after which a billion, billion years will pass, and yet we are so preoccupied with setting our marks here on this little blue planet as if it had any meaning at all. But our lives are meaningful regardless of any great cycles or not.
But we all have to go beyond this world someday. We will slide slowly into the void. Then we will transcend it and arrive at the godhead, for those who were meant to go that way. Existence there has more to do with a sort of memory-like substance. It is a mixture of feelings, memories, slow and great talk. Something meaningful, yet different from life here, and it goes on like that without beginning nor end. That is where we will rest and discuss.
It's The Television's Fault
In granting my wish, we set out to explore common destinies. On the trail we saw these things of which not much is known. We can speculate as to what the effects we receive has for its cause, but properly we will never as such get absolute knowledge about it.
How are we supposed to describe the nature of God? Some of us have had experiences, but they do not easily translate into something recognizable. Still, it is absolutely important that we educate the people to the extent that they can comprehend it.
We have fallen off the trail that the vast majority is on, and this makes it problematic to translate what we know into the language of the ordinary person.
Perhaps it simply cannot be done in this age and culture. We are proud of our materialistic science, and it does produce something pragmatic, but for us who have seen beyond this world, science is a laughing stock. It cannot and will never comprehend reality. Mysticism is the only tool that can achieve that.
We too follow the television screen in order to get some idea as to what is happening here on Earth. Isn't that the usefulness of the press? We have noticed some discrepancies, or glitches in the Matrix, and we have realized that we understand either a sometimes entirely false version of reality and at other times a simplified version of the story.
And that is the major source of our headache, and why we, the people, keep failing. A lot of what we know about the world is untrue. How can we live with such vast ignorance? We properly don't live, perhaps we are just sleep walking our way through life and society.
We must introduce truth to the population. But if they do not want it or believe it - then what can we do?
Being born into this world is awe inspiring. When you think about it, it should scare you that you are. Who knows where we came from and to what purpose. Could it a malignant purpuse? Who knows? Why not? A slight measure of paranoia is required in this world.
From what can be known by a little extra attention for the things of this world, can be used to deduce greater truths. If we are here, it seems to be a logical assumption that something must have brought us here.
Men have wondered: what is that substance that we call God? What is the relation between eternity and time? Between Creator and created?
The modern man is foolish, though he might appear to be clever. Let's be done with the extravagance, he proclaims, then we will find truth, often forgetting that the truth is never simple.
Modern philosophy was meant to suite our age. We have to doubt whether the inventors of the principles of modernity were really objective in this feat, or if they just wanted science and philosophy to fit with their political ideology. We want material goods, including military ones, so we can just slash and forget the rest, hoping that it won't come back to us in the end (but it will).
We exploit the planet for her ressources and pleasure, forgetting about aesthetics and design. If we forge an ugly civilization we will decline. Ignorance goes hand in hand with self-destruction, and so the world turns.
Being free of God was a great pleasure indeed. Now that he is supposedly gone, we can take his throne and "do what we will". Who is to stop us now? Most of all, if they have any refinement at all, they hate Christianity. So what better way to reconcile oneself with one's proclivities than denying the possiblity of accountability?
We must come to understand what is and what is not. We are not if we keep forgetting why we are here. What is can only be pointed at, yet we are connected by our essence with it. Now let us come and proclaim it.
In the cargo
The head of the Eagle
and cold nerves
Among a fishy substance
and my passages are so important
A single thought entails
cause it is it seems
This is my name
fighting for love
Cruelty and doubt
Seeing the shade beneath the tree
it covers and protects movements
hideous acts of dislocation
Cruelty moves along
For an act of doubt
they poured honey in my wine
and I became a midwife
Clearly spawning eager lies
the tantrum and my mess
I am masked
and my question’s improbable
tear me a piece of your lustful meat
I have zero witnesses
and no one there to doubt
paralysed up in front
Fit me among the regulars
and some callous claims
takes it only to leave it be
There are resting places in this world. Places where the young is nurtered by the old, and they take shelter together and love each other. These are the resting places.
Entering the world is like coming to a place of seemingly chaos. Yet, upon further contemplation, there seems to be order and truth in it. It can be discrerned by a diligent mind, but most are unwilling or have forgotten how.
We are as if placed on the edge of a border. The edge of society and mankind all togehter, and our culprit relapses over and over again. We cannot go too far into the tunnel, because it is hot and burning. So we rest a second in front of the entrance, having no hope for ourselves.
We wonder what will we meet once the door is closed. From a space that cannot be transcended. Will it be merciful towards us? Eat our skin, and our pain and heart. We do not know, we only know that we have to go in through the entrance one day. It is always a countdown.
So proceed! - What else to do? Were I framed? How would you frame such a one as me?
Proceed into these obscur places. Darkness and calming nights. Drinks and toasts, and have no fear.
There are certain elements inside the Church which wants to eradicate demonic possession, and thus accomodate modernity. But we should not be looking to "fit in" with the crowd and the superstitions of modernity.
We need a careful evaluation of what demonic possession is, and why secular psychology wants to re-brand it as mental illness, specifically schizophrenia.
The truth is that it is an obscure question that can only truly be answered by people who have throughly studied this subject and have seen many cases of the phenomenon. We cannot leave this question to people who are ignorant. The Church is not a democratic politician who repeats what the crowd wishes in order to get votes. The Church must do what is right and truthful
The truth is that demonic and angelic possession has been subsumed by psychiatry in an effort to securalize society. If you study schizophrenia enough you will understand that what we have always known to be either demnoic or angelic beings have simply been refashioned as audatory and visual hallucinations.
The phenomenon are the same. But since there was an effort to securalize society, doctors, philosophers and politicians needed a way to explain the age old phenomenon in a new and "accepted" way. That's all there is too it.
Try asking any psychiatrist what the voices claim to be. Most of the time they will claim to be what they are. Demons. Why should we as Christians doubt that?
How is it possible to convey the truth about me? It is a secret well kept, and accordingly it sounds unreasonable to most people. People expect reality to be what has occoured to them in the past, because by what else than experience could they know what is real? But the causes they comprehend is all wrong. There is something afoot, and they don't understand what it is.
The carrot (desire) hangs in front of their proverbial donkey head, and onwards they go. What I have seen is unrelatable to ordinary people, and thus they will dismiss it as false or a delusion, when it is really their own ignorance which stops the moving train.
I have been through these dark tunnels which have brought me down into a pit and flying over the Moon. Like a spaceship through the cosmos, and always nearly entrenched by chaos monsters. These silly subconscious beings which analyze and influence the course we all take.
How strange - ! Once I was a boy like everybody else. I knew these kids in my neighborhood, and in some sense we were on the same page. How eagerly we played on those never-ending summer days. Am I still like my peers? I would say no, and maybe I never was. They of course have ordinary lifes, and average concerns. And they thrive in that milieu.
Do you know what I mean? I have been taken on a trip that is extra-ordinary. Have seen these monsters which lurks in the shadows which they do not see, yet they are there, and also for them. They just don't know about them.
How to proceed? How to tell the story? What to make of this life? Where to go? And finally - where to rest? In these tunnels. I these dark corridors. These vast magnificent halls. This vestige of utter discomfort and no prestige at all.
The Limitations and Ugliness of the Universe
Concerning the design of this world. Since we have zero references to anything outside mundane awareness, we mistakenly assume this world to be the best one available. Modern people reconcile evil and suffering with the mistaken idea of "progress". They think that tomorrow will be better than today. But we have come so far into the future that this idea seem false.
The truth is that this world was supposed to have been a literal Paradise. But with the Fall of Man evil, suffering and ugliness entered it and tainted it beyond repair. Now, all that we see and experience is a broken world. How can we assume otherwise after the Holocaust? Modernity promised us material paradise --- and accordingly culture gave way to a pleasure cult.
Hardship and endurence is now all that we have and we are spoiled in that regard. Seeing this world sets us on a course to another. I naturally evoke a flame in us. A passionate disregard for this world and its undertakings.
Take a look at what humans is able to achieve. We call it magnificent that we have visited the Moon, but is it really? Mans intellect seem strangely ugly. It comprehends reality in a set of logical conclusions, but in it, it lacks true creativity and spirit. Go to a suburb and tell me what you see.
It properly has a very efficient design, and you can see the logic behind it. It needs to house people who use it as a place for sleeping and leisure time, and perhaps as a sign of social status. There are garages, because cars are an efficient means of travelling, and so everybody has one. It has gardens that people maintain because they like being outside sometimes.
The cost-benefit of an average suburb is very well thought out. But where is the love in it? Where is the beauty?
But does this ugliness simply spring from the human understanding or is it a pattern that seem to characterize the world in general?
Plotinus writes that substance and form cover the evil none-being which is matter and makes it worthwile in some sense, but is substance not a mere cheap design made simply for efficiency and to have some kind of story and development going on in the Universe?
Even the form of beauty itself can seem trivial, or is it just because this broken place cannot truly convey or conceive beauty?
Society seems to be comprised of people on a silly narcissictic journey for power and pleasure, and so we understand the nature of organizations.
The only thing that truly stands out and makes this world possible to live in is morality and love. That is a wise design whereby we can have some reconcilation for our ugliness and ignorance. Someday it might come to dominate our experience. But this world would have to fall before it can be done.
Love is a loaded word that we frequently use yet possess so little. You claim you love me, but is it really me you love or is it something that I am? If you claim to love me because of what I am or possess then it is not love at all.
If you love me because of my beauty or sense of humour then you do not love me truly. You love some part of me, but if this part ceases to be, if I suddenly loose my beauty, then you will stop loving me. But then you did not love me. You liked something superficial that I had, and that's not the same as love.
It's a cliché to say, but most people confuse lust with love. This is especially true about people in a post-modern society. We tend to confuse intimacy with love, if we experience intimacy at all.
If it is really love, then it has to be unconditional or it is just not love (so stop calling it that). Love captures her object in all of his complexity, nuances and emotional breakdowns. If it does not do so, it was never truly love.
We need to experience more love or we will remain emotional destitudes who has traded our hearts for easy sexual satisfaction.
On Science and God
Turn yourself inwards for just a moment. You need to realize that we live in an isolated pocket of time, meaning that because of the failure of our intellectual abilities we do not see very far and we have no idea, in the greater picture, what came before us and what comes after. With our tiny telescopes, we gaze out into the Universe - and see nothing.
What other worlds could there be? What is the universe really? All of these questions - we have no absolute knowledge of any of this. This could be the play-thing of some disturbed being. But then, what lies beyond this world?
Modern science is a weak attempt at solving these timeless questions. It has its uses in various technologies and some fields such as medicin. But it always fails to grasp the greater image, and by its design it just can't go there. The denial of God shows its inferior design.
Religion comes much closer to answering these questions. Especially mystical and intuitive religions. When we enter these fields, we understand the world as it was meant to be understood. Not with the microscope of science which cannot see the forest for all of the trees, but in symbol, metaphor, aphorism and revelation. By these means we grasp existence, which is messy and complicated, in a single vision.
Why science became atheistic is an interesting question. Scientists will answer that they don't believe what cannot be proved. But that is obviously fallacy. The reason why science cannot prove the existence of God is because science is weak and impotent. We don't possess the means to analyze a transcendent being.
Religion is not illogical or irrational. It makes perfect sense to assume a creator deity. Speaking about logic, it just doesn't make sense that the universe came out of nothing. Our knowledge have become more refined since the Middle Ages, which is a good, but when it comes to the essence of religion, science cannot dispute these claims.
What to do, if you are trapped in a maze? For simple people, life is simple and mostly uncomplicated. They face certain risks like breakups, illness and death, loosing a job. But the average citizen in a Scandinavian country knows only little about the ills of life. One can sometimes think that hardship is a good in that it softens up the ego.
We do not face simple things. On the contrary we can truly be said to be battling some fierce demons. What do that makes us? Nothing really, but the constant pressure expands our intelligence and knowledge about the world. We might live in otherwise peaceful countries, yet we have witnessed the face of war and toil.
One thing that this has taught us about the world, is that it is complicated. There are no simple answers. Reality is extremely hard to discern. Simple answers often fools us. But then one day our perspective is altered and we see the world anew. We observe effects, but most people have the causes entirely wrong. This goes for philosophical questions as well as for more ordinary situations. We once thought the world was flat.
We must be inexorable wills, because these places are ill. Lunatics govern the planets. Who else would think making atomic weapons is a good idea? War and strife in itself makes no sense. What stops the world leaders from cooperating with each other? Only their selfish quest for personal power. But it keeps us focused on what is essential and not on extraneous hedonism.
Just go on and claim your destiny. What else would you do? But understand that there are things hiding out there that might change your priorities. But who really wants an ordinary life? Like soldiers we march...