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UPDATE: 02-27-06

You know, energy is a funny thing. Without energy, motion, change over time, there would be no shell, no vessel, to contain the higher dimension of pure geometric patterns. If you think about this, it leads of course to the Russian dolls model of the universe, as I've mention before, "turtle shells all the way down." As long as there is one there will be infinity contained within. Everything is perpetually turning inside out, numbers, patterns, energy; one, infinity, zero; there is no up or down or left or right or front or back. Space beyond time. Heaven.

The rolling boil of energy, all the bacteria beneath gradually being rarified into the gravityless, timeless, pure ideal forms that blow the winds of karma. I am standing up out of entropy onto the microwavelgnths of the quantum foam surface of spacetime. I am no longer drowning in my body, I am no longer a being suffocated by the pressure of gravity. I become lighter than even my aura, and step lightly up onto the spiralling crest histories of black holes, the surface of timespace. I simply let myself continue to free fall until I am dragged reluctantly upward onto the hypercross of formalism, the final shells, vessels, containers, before the primary clear light, invisible, illuminated darkness, weightless, without central self and without even formless Otherness. Then I drift away.

God used to be more active in the affairs of men. He has left us all alone for 2000 years, since we killed his choice of human incarnation. Mohammed, the prophet, and Nietzsche, the madman, have been the only ones to celebrate our evening and early nightfall as a species. We are torn between the above and below, the without and within, and our cultural expressions reflect this. We remain yet alienated from machines, even as we build ones capable of mimicing our own most basic biological structures, such as RNA enzymes, but even smaller that function on qunatum uncertainty spectrums between binary probability programmes, the so-called "quantum computers" running "atomic machines." We stubbornly choose to remain ignorant that the devil is nothing more than the Face of God. Thoth, or Ialdabaoth, may remain partially sentient (human) enough to err, but He is forgiven by the Metatron, the voice of the word, and redeemed by alien Jesus, becoming the path between the solar deity in kether and hunab khu, the shadow of time at galactic core. Beyond this sits YHVH, the hieratic short-hand for who the Egyptians knew as Osiris, Isis, Set and Horus, and as Maat, or time-backwards, whose scribe was Thoth, the god of time. The whole cosmic cathedral, the dreaming mind nested within the aeons and the mechanical brain of galactic filament nerves which shudders with the lightning of eternity, both of these and all else we are capable of imagining, is alive but slowly, and each of us is Christ incarnate.

So why then would anyone choose not to revel? Let the children stay awake until they hallucinate freely. Let the droplets blend into streams, and all streams blend into flood-tides. I do not believe in the concept of the Most High. There is no limit. Infinity is a circle, zero the origin point, and one a ray between these. I am of the opinion that the witch-craft I do, and I do indeed practise magick, although I am far from a perfect magus, an OHO ambassador for the Most High; the magick I do is equal to the amount of extra time I exist. Manifestation keeps us all alive. Otherwise we would blink out of existence like the Little Prince catching a comet off a moon with zero gravity. I do not believe in the concept of the Most High, I know it exists, and I let myself be dissolved into it, leaving behind only my actions like echos in energy and shadowy dark matter. My actions take the path of least resistance through the options they unearth by doing so, and I am propelled along behind them as though I were parasailing behind my own self-definition. The definition my "self," my character, fits into, by which it is identified to others of its like kind and ilk. The plenum surface of the chaosphere of karma seems to negate all perpendicular trajectories to the ray of one. Old fishy-eyed Escher and the Doppler Effect appear to account for the rest.

There are really three inner orders behind the even itself occluded outer order of Free Masonry. The outermost inner order is illuminism, and it advocates the inclusion of the sacred female in the order. The next inner circle is Rosicrucian, and it incorporates the sacred feminine in its rituals. Following this is the most high inner order of Hermeticism, and this order is hermaphroditic in its course of affairs. Theoretically, there is even one who sits atop this highest order, whose throne is the universe and whose crown is reality, but I believe this would have to only be a living god, a god of earth, the highest among species. The sentient entity's essence that is this universe, that is the Most High, can only be known by material compositions, the feverishly created true hallucinations, the dreamed memories and futures and the awakenning present. Let the eyes dilate in surprise and you will let the light of the answer in. Surprised? Well, not really.

It is perhaps true enough that the illuminists worship the Light, but this would only appear to be Lucifer to those who do not Understand the difference between the greater light of tachyons and the lesser light of photons. The Rosicrucians probably do perform sex rituals that would terrify the uninitiated, but this may indeed only be to replicate with their bodies the interplay of cosmic forces. And the Hermeticists are probably married to Satan, the devil herself, for the source of their inspirations. But what business is any of that of ours, the "working" classes? We toil endlessly (karma means work) for the perpetuation of a social order that would go on existing even if each individual one of us were to never exist. So why do WE exist? The seeming chattle of reality, called "goyim" in the Protocols, called the "sheeple" by Icke. Sometimes I worry about those who persist in seeing the difference between anything and anything else. Masonry means to have a discerning eye. Illuminism means to have an eye. Rosicrucianism is the brain itself. And Hermeticism the patterns on the mind. But these vibrations are all equally reflected externally as well, in the form of what we see, the light itself by which we see, the substance of the matter itself, and the pattern of its pheontype.

-ben

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