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Gonzo Malefactor
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It seems rather hypnotic how we tend to regurgitate beliefs and parrot them
in hopes to have the desire they impose on us to feel, and with all hope and faith
have them manifest and enjoy them. Well, thats on the optimistic side of course;
as far as experience taught me, belief shapes will and vice versa, or maybe
because I just chose to believe in this to have a better life. While its good to
liberate ourselves from beliefs every now and then, history seems to tell us
liberation has a sly way of becoming oppression if one is not keeping those
beliefs in check, with personal desires and personal surroundings. But here
comes the fornication between mysticism and atheism. In a sense, the
destruction of the grip of belief, where we might end up either mass genocidal
maniacs, miserable beggars waiting for a big hand from the sky to feed us, or
simply to die miserable of loneliness because our beliefs just dont fit with our
surroundings. My theory here is that both are affected by the grip of belief, one
by the hope of finding a daddy or a mummy better than the ones we already
have, the other one is just too much disappointment, nothing seems to introduce
hope for better living. Well of course a lot of atheists believe in their power of will,
I suppose. But these are not the ones I am handling in this context. There is a
part where liberation from belief as an identity fits into the belief as a desire; the
trick is to believe you believed it because you chose to, even unconsciously
because it attached itself to some other belief thus shaping your will to it, and
thus the creation of subconscious desire and intent and manifestation. It seems
to me more profitable if we acknowledge that we believe because we desire
pleasure instead of desiring security, which in many heavily religious
communities such seems to be the case; the most rebellious seem to be the
most insecure. The more they rebel the more they tend to go further from the
source of security that they were compelled to believe in during childhood, thus
rebelling against a lot of things but leaving out the most important source of
oppression. Believing they desire security instead of desiring pleasure, security
ultimately becomes a form of pleasure leading us to look for mommies and
daddies in others instead of lovers and friends.
But the more important thing here relates to the connection between looking for
security and perceiving relief. As pleasure, the addiction and the compulsion
seems to attach to a person, leading to the misery of frustration and greed, when
nothing seems enough. A lot of people would tell you that your security should
come from within, but they never tell you that there is no security and no danger,
only awareness and manipulation of advantage. Of course the wiring goes
deeper in such circuits depending on the experiences of each person .
Oh God thou art the greatest desire that the heart has formulated into my
perception of existence. The more I believed in you, the more doubts penetrated
through the veils of my desire for your existence, and within the science of my
doubt I have found the candle I have lit upon your altar. Amen
Now lets get away from this poetic nonsense, and the elusive word that we use
as an excuse to not be afraid of failure. Just to know that we have what is needed
to pass through the thin line in between to get to that passage, the desire for
initiation, the desire for acceptance that clings to our hearts that always made us
think that our existence demanded worship whether we are doing it or it's been
done to us. From the simple need to watch others, doing the things we do to feel
good about ourselves, to the complexity of philosophy putting a reason to
existence, to the study of psychology behind our reasons for making the same
decision over and over again. But really, I promised last time that I would
deconstruct my perception of the spirit for you, but I have found a better subject
to deconstruct, my belief in God. There are two ways of going around the belief in
God : either to add devotion and further belief in its existence, or start reading
more and committing acts of blasphemy to liberate yourself. But here is the
thing... the more we try to devote our time and energy to our god of choice the
more we somehow strengthen doubt in its existence. The more we do the
opposite, we strengthen the belief of the desire to doubt the god. It seems to me
a good way out of this is to allow yourself to be indifferent to the whole idea. All of
the gods seem to me to be a corpus of desires glued up by belief and intensified
by acts of devotion.
Idris
Scott Swiecki
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This isn't astral journeying, it's only seeing in my mind, but I say whichever of the
two you can do, go for it.
anamericanmystagogue.theinfinitynetwork.org
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L
ook for the unnoticed and
you might see us.
Perhaps we
are watching you now.
O
utside the window, or
beyond the trees.
In your
room while you're sleeping.
We are many, We are legion.
We will be coming for you
SOON.
-Delamore
HilariahLight
Cephlapod
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Alpha Centari
Scott Swiecki
Cephlapod
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C.M. Whitehouse
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-Jory P
HilariahLight
Idris
HilariahLight
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Scott Swiecki
Gaozi said, Appetites for food and sex are part of our
nature. Humanity (ren) is internal rather than external;
right (yi) is external rather than internal.
And then,
the dark came once
more.
A flicker, a glimmer,a
fealty to sight, so
darkened, so blackened,
so sudden, so slight.
And while eyes are
accustomed to light all
around I squint and I
harbor
the new darkness I've
found.
-Hashi Sayed
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Paul- Yes.
Homertier Blua- My word Chaos Gangstas!!!
000. Silence
00. Sound
0. Light
Roof
I stood on the roof singing.
Now I'm a bird, or I have a bird,
Or a little bird told me something,
Or I read about Chelsea Night on the roof,
Or I found a leak in my life, in the roof,
Or someone was killed when he fell off the
roof,
Or it came in through a hatch in the roof,
Or the church lost its roof in the war,
Or something stuck to the roof of my mouth,
Or we made a spire by splitting the roof,
Or (memory of reading something grim!)
There were flowers that bloomed in the attic.
-Tara
Liber32
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