Magician’s heavenly chaos
A toast to memories! Envious thieves who have stolen my wisdom, who have forgotten my past, as I was possessed by inferior souls. my daimon withdrew. I, a giant, remember my past greatness! I collect the shards of my statue, a spirit resigned. A toast to the gods, they remember my name! While I bring my stories to an ordinary grave. All the gifts I possessed were stolen and wasted on mean, rude, jealous idiots who did not know how to use them wisely, because in their " gardens these fruits did not grow. They took them ripe and threw them to the swine, while I stand there half stunned, numb, half defeated, looking bitterly at the portends of a failing, falling world.
Notes from Vain Time
„Those who don’t know silence can never contemplate the gods”
„Think — if other vanities will give thee leave — on all those generations that went before thee and anticipate all those that shall come after thee. Where are those beauties the times past have produced and what will become of those that shall appear in future ages? They will all to the same dust; they have one common house; and there is no family so numerous as that of the grave. Do but look on the daily sports of Nature, her clouds and mists, the scene and pageantry of the air. Even these momentary things retreat to the closet of the earth.”
— COELUM TERRAE, Or The Magician’s Heavenly Chaos, by Thomas Vaughan, A.E. Waite’s Edition
„The most merciful thing in the world… is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.”
— H.P. Lovecraft
I wish it were otherwise, but my life cannot be unlived, nor my death unravelled. Behold, he who passes by thinks not of what might be, his masks are the most terrible of all! Look at what is and throw aside all mirrors, your perfectly lived life is all you ever really were — the grave of a soldier.
„Your loyalty is as immutable as stone and metal, but if the melody is tuned too high, no one can sing along” — Kang Yu-Wei; Sometimes it corrupts to tune the song lower, in times of decline it is no big deal, even for a scoundrel to excel, in golden times it is something valuable to excel.
Atavism is recapitulated in every memory, but it is fragmented into a cocoon of projections of the present mind. If the projection agrees with the recapitulation, it is confirmed and joins the resurrection, if it denies it, it wraps itself in personal projections.
Unheard of new theories that are valid but contradict the current paradigm can be presented in small steps in a mature and pleasant way. It is the skill of the communicator that makes the difference. Likewise, these things that have been written and repeated many times can be given added freshness by a skillful and mature author.
Whenever you are trapped in a binary conceptual polarization, look for another one that remixes all the meanings you have been bound to and illuminates a different aspect of the world, thus trying to transcend it through paradox.
In the past, mysteries were not hidden, people could read them, understand them from their socio-historical perspective, but as knowledge and wisdom degenerated over time, they were transformed into symbolic art that only a few could read. This art and concealment then turned into superficiality and the recycling of knowledge, which became more and more diluted and inaccurate, and was twisted or adapted — to some extent — based on different beliefs. What remained of it became a workhorse and slave to predetermined beliefs. On the basis of false knowledge and ignorance, the whole world was founded and began to corrupt the remnants of traditions scattered throughout the world. It is a difficult task to find the remnants of knowledge and wisdom and rebury the pages. Fortunately, thanks to experience, I can understand more and recognize what might be true in some things and false in others, because I am still fallible, and what I have are only interpretations and codifications of direct experiences, which are not completely erroneous, but still largely inadequate. There is only one rule of inquiry: Whenever you read ancient writings, religious narratives, mythology, look behind the hidden layer — do not treat anything fundamentally, do not read the words, read the soul of the people who wrote them, understand them, and then find what lies beneath, it is a laborious task, but if we stop at what is written, we become servants of a book, not servants of the Mysteries, The writing is only a sign, a hint, the essence or type lies underneath — some writings may point to utter errors and mistakes which we take for truth, to the shadows of a man’s mind, others, skilfully worked out and deeply thought about, may remind us of certain fundamental experiences, of certain essential realities.
It seems that the only recipe is persistence, transparency, authenticity and commitment. If you are willing to lose and sacrifice all the things of life, if you are willing to lose and sacrifice all the things you never had, if you are willing to sacrifice and lose realms in your mind, if there is a huge abyss in your soul, if at the same time you are slandered, attacked and humiliated by those who have no merit, that you are destroyed in the name of petty things of the earth. Then, then you will be received according to measure. And what right have those who have satisfied their desires to question that, what right have they to ask „why” — they have received their lot. Beware of envious people, for they will undermine even this humble life you lead. They are entangled in the image of their deception, and in such cases their anger is endless.
Conspiracy theories are tunnels of reality that cover up the true corruption that is gradually taking over the world, and they are more frightening than any conspiracy theories. For they are not controlled by a group of people, corporate interests, shadow governments, aliens — whatever — but are the result of tainted ideas that have infected and dominated people’s minds and are running rampant with a derailed system that refuses to change. This is not to say that conspiracies do not exist — they do, but far too often the belief in a consolidated conspiracy replaces the sober, reasonable and detached view of the world that seems even more frightening than conspiracy theories — these at least give the possibility of „being in control of the information” and resisting or accepting it, regardless of whether what is recognised is a true connection or a deception. One can be delusional about ideology, politics, society, occultism, religion, New Age, science, ecology, one can become delusional about almost anything if one develops a sense of desperation coupled with helplessness, but if one does so, one immediately discredits oneself, even if one’s concern is correct. All the conspiracy theories and agendas of one strategic or tactical influence group or another would fall apart with fine, dedicated, noble people who truly want to inspire and lead — indeed. This should be done methodically, decisively and, above all, wisely.
I want to be like Horus, insightful, proud, wise and forward thinking, representing life in all its manifestations. I want to be like Wotan, fierce, focused to the utmost, dedicated, warlike, and like Durga, diverse, tender, lovely, ultimately differentiating, defeating enemies with grace and compassion after leaving this world behind.
All exhaustion teaches the idea. The practitioners, the hard-headed, the rational — they have never gotten beyond their breaking points, agonies and pains. What remains for the exhausted is a desperate idea. Therefore, the exhausted can never be broken by anything earthly; the idea is eternal. We do not speak the language of the common people, they are a bit like naive children who still find blooming things in the wasteland, we think like children, unthreatened and yet completely grown up, we play like children — with theatres and masks. Whether it is an idea of unspoiled freedom or love or harmony or destruction does not matter. The remains of feelings are gathered in this way and offered at the altars of an idea, the purer the better, the more honest, transparent, authentic, the greater it is — and it ennobles what was dead, it revives Thanathos, that melancholy can be nurtured in splinters of happiness. When someone dies and a faithful animal tries to bring him back to life, wailing, longing, that is the process, just as we reconstruct ourselves, putting together our memories, our intellect, our feelings, our madness, our humour, our sobriety, our determination, and so on, forming it into a body that walks and talks and laughs and thinks, then it falls apart, for it was never alive again, and our spirit must revive it so that it goes on until it breaks. Beyond the idea, there is either the void or the abyss, a cold-hearted, stony survival that reminds us of all that has been sacrificed, that constantly harasses us with all the things we have burned — not to return them, they are without meaning, but to mock our past, to drive a wedge into the abysses of the soul that is never complete until it becomes a pure idea again, like the Hindi Purusha.
If you open yourself to greater worlds and at the same time try to bind yourself to this world with responsibility, sooner or later you will have to choose between the two. For with higher transcendence and prowess comes the pull of this world, which willingly and ungratefully punishes commitments to it until you give up the greater realms for its sake. This world jealously seeks attention from all who have escaped it: Either he concentrates on detaching himself from this world, or he becomes its slave, knowing that the world will constantly punish, degrade, humiliate, and demote all endeavours dealing with transcendent realities. There are people who can be devoted to both the world and transcendent realities, but this is a double-edged sword in which one can lose for both worlds.
Even if all our preparations, all our work are in vain and all our models are completely wrong — at least we dared, we tried, we found the beauty in the great abysses of the unknown — and in the end we came out with a new sense of humanity, reached a new height and a new depth, doubt and uncertainty are necessary for a curious heart to seek the truth.
By dissolving your mind in the universe, by exhausting and burning your individuality, you take your experience and make it invalid. Either you become God by completely annihilating yourself, or you become the universal deity dissolved in the totality of being, or you become a small vibrating thread in the great mind that soon disappears in its essence. The Brahma is everything, the Purusha is beyond, the Sunya is beyond the beyond. So there are only three real instances of the universe: the inclusive, the exclusive and the nothingness. The first two instances are changeable and are under the law of change, the last one is beyond all laws. Thus, by the rule of dissolution and melting, one connects with the spirit of the Godhead, inclusive; by the law of detachment, one connects with the Purusha, exclusive; and by the rule of non-dual radiant emptiness, one transcends both cycles and becomes nothingness.
Now the infinite silence, the total silence is an ultimate movement, it is as if the silence vibrates and manifests its totality — it is actually full of sound. In the same way, total unity arises from total nothingness;
„You can destroy everything by exposing yourself to a mass if it attracts their attention and is superior to them” — if you happen to rise above what this mass loves, if you strive for more and build your temple in supreme sanctity to serve your gods, they will first think about the „how”, then about the „why” and finally about the „wherefore” and feel unjustly treated — and on this basis they start their imitation and then are frustrated that they cannot reach for the same things because their basis does not allow for authenticity, they will try to attribute all this to their narrow-minded, uneducated beliefs, but in the end they will begin to discredit you, call you a liar, make you an idiot, they will demean everything sacred, degenerate your aspirations, turn you into a perverted monster, and then they can finally rest — because suddenly what looked like a demi-god can be what looked like a demigod can be transformed into what they basically are, they can reflect themselves in their form that absorbs all their cartoonish flaws, they no longer have to endure their reflection in a perfect mirror where they see their disfigurements. Then, having removed a thorn in their eye, they devour the next sacred thing that obstructs their view of seeing their filth as something noble, their thirst and twisted desires as something natural, their lowly surrogates as true riches.
In the confused world of increasingly alienated minds, the fantasy of a solution evolves into a puer aeternus complex — everyone wants to be saved, but never matures into an act of self-liberation, call it individual redemption if you will, and ends up ceding more and more power to those who do not deserve it, apathetically submitting to the rule of metaphor, you basically turn it into the „end” (apocalypse) or the „beginning” (new world), that suits them best, while reducing themselves to non-struggling, non-dissident, non-active followers of whatever fragmented ideology or belief system suits them best, and filtering the whole world through them, at worst enslaving themselves, at best pretending to be in control of the world, but basically never taking responsibility, either for the world or for their species or for themselves.
All understanding falls into a mind prepared to receive it — in a sense the experiences that prepare the mind require knowledge, for someone unprepared it is merely a fairy tale to be discarded, for someone it becomes real and effective — if you do not have the experience of how to deal with it, it drives you into madness and delusion. So the competence is given after balanced work, after skill, experience and stability — if one of them is missing, it is hidden until you are prepared.
The burden of necessity, hovering in the total void, weighing down the world, without apology, without forgiveness, profoundly watching, silently guarding, while the fates take their course, while individual roses bloom and fade away like the tears of the abyss, until the end, until the dissolution.
What if this world is ruled by terrible forces of alienation? That the main cause was unreflective in the coldness and vastness of itself, and that what the human mind understands is total loneliness. And that was insufficient, so the mind conjured up a whole series of forces, but it became even more lonely when it realised its superiority, and there was no equal, and so it dwells above and has no relation to what is below, while the series of forces governed itself. This is not a positive philosophy, but the good in the world was created by compassion, the evil by the ongoing forces of creation, and so compassion healed creation. And when we reflect this compassion, we see the world as magnificent and beautiful, but it is passing away, always, it is transient; and when we realise that all is lost, we see that it always ends the same, because it reflects the law of this separation. But perhaps it is about preserving moments of this beauty, so that it lasts while it is transient? What is artistic creation but the escape from the terrible loneliness and the creation of more shadows? Perhaps this is why we detest our art, why we destroy it, because we know that it brings nothing good. But we continue to run away from the ruins of God and build divine things on them to emulate the glory that was long ago.
Have you ever been detached from your reality, your known environment? Have you ever been truly alone with loneliness? The pursuits that distract you, the ports of reality that keep you running through life without a second thought. Pause now. Look around you, separate yourself from this world. These people may indeed have a deep emptiness in their eyes, who have felt this alienated horror staring deep into them, how infinite space has pressed directly upon their insignificant being and out of them, making them empty, susceptible to doom, breathing a nightmare of absolute damnation — they recognise the horror in their own eyes as death dances in their minds, they know what it is to stand in the great voids of the universe, alone! But how beautifully this eternal night of perception absorbs the light, like a storm that becomes luminous again, from the gods of reproach that lie beyond ontology — into the embrace of the mighty winged aeons that are the substance and the eyes of the stars, they make the torches flare with life, companions that fill the world with dazzling light, and then the horror is lifted, the alienation removed! Then we return to the world, walk through it again, with a different perception, forgetful or not — comforted, perhaps inspired.
Slavery! Slavery! I cry, proud, rebellious, as they cut my mind and life, as I struggle. Then retreat into a tear, silence — slavery, slavery! — I whimper silently, punished, exposed, heartbroken, then retreat into oblivion, oblivion, slavery — this silent thought is stuck in the subconscious of an old man in a wheelchair, with a weak, disobedient body and mind. Those who were never really free, whose freedom was not thwarted, distributed, censored, know nothing of freedom. This is indeed the end of the story.
Watch the smoke dance on the cold wind to pass away, the last beloved memory, a figment, will be my final dissolution, I know no other heaven — it is restless, moving, I know nothing but a single sacred moment that is not hell.
Ultimately, it is a matter of perception, character, one’s „genius” or „Juno” and development, not religion — projecting one’s religion onto realities and realms one does not understand is a form of censorship. Some religions have created good hermetic paths — but they are followed by only a few, not by the power of religion, but by the way the soul and mind become a vessel for higher things. The rest is a tool of subjugation and control, when faith becomes merely a prison that does not promote development.
Is not blind adherence to one’s chain of reasoning just as flawed as bigotry of thought? Remain open-minded and politically interested, and thus broader and deeper
All realms have a potential totality of existence, but the world is in between, under the influence of one force or another.
By correspondence we extract a general law, and so the general law is illustrated by the content of the observed analogy. It should illuminate only this internally consistent system, otherwise it becomes a tool to distort reality, but independent laws corresponding together form a synthetic whole. This is the way philosophical work should be done, to seek the truth and determine what truth lies in the identified models of the world. The magic, mysticism, hermeticism begins.
The fool reaches heaven faster than the master falls into hell. The first one has no burden of the staff — how easily he moves, the second one walks on a wire rope stretched over the abyss, he falls head over heels with a single wrong movement. The difference is that the first is innocent and walks like a child, the second is guilty and sins with the aspirations of arrogance. The fool’s dream is to be like a master, the master’s dream is to be like a fool. They teach each other and just as the strict and disciplined senex educates the child before leaving, the puer aeternus looks at the world with playful love.
If the universe is causal, there is no beginning, because the first cause would negate the chain of causality. Now imagine that the moment you think about infinite past universes and everything in them, you commit an act of freezing that causal chain and pull yourself out of the equation for existential reasons. Is not that the grandest assertion of an instance in a chain of eternity that theoretically does not exist but has its ontological validity. For a second you float above the infinity, because you have grasped your own beginning and your own end, you became something which is foreign to the universe and you have escaped from it with it! Your own instance marks the beginning of time and the end of time as you move through life!
Do not fundamentally dissect the world into its composite laws and phenomena, that is an operational knowledge of how to move through relative fields, and is a knowledge of those relative orders. All in all, a unifying principle that combines all epi-phenomena into one is important, so do not concern yourself with mapping the specifics, but find the golden mean that opens the doors to an understanding that encompasses all being without the need to analyse its content separately — avoid Uebersophism; and strive for simplicity, but this simplicity can only be profound if the laws of each subject are caught in complexity; however, complexity should not be buried in indecisive confusion, but studied as a means of establishing these deeper laws. Another art is to move between spheres (vertically) and understand that different laws of being are applied to different realities, and the ability to move between worlds (horizontally) to understand the workings of a particular plane. Thus, knowledge of the spheres moves through the realms of the interstellar voids and the celestial essential worlds that are superior to the universe, and knowledge of the worlds (e.g., this one) is knowledge of their workings; the vertical and horizontal spheres must be known to illuminate the whole of knowledge. Splintered knowledge must also be taken into the bloodstream and lived by the method of analogy. If it is right, it corresponds to the deep reality and promotes the work; if it is wrong, it must be refined.
Whenever your expectations rise above reality, imagine that you are lying in the meadow, and as the days, nights, months and years pass, as your body grows old and your hair turns grey, release your mind from the shell with the slightest breath. It is easier to build from here and gain only through work, strength and merit, without expectations from the world or circumstances. No matter what things of the spirit (omnia mea mecum porto) acquired in this way may be destroyed or spoiled, that which has been allotted to us by destiny remains with us forever; that which has been usurped or acquired by force is like chains binding us to the subject of such acts. „Never rely on others to fight your own wars or your own muscles will dwindle,” so rely on chosen friends for companionship and friendship (philia), but do not trust them too much either. In the end everything must be renounced, the art of death must first be learned in life so that you can attain the third birth in freedom. In pain, renunciation is happiness, holding on to ourselves and everything that surrounds us is suffering, because it is transient. And if they destroy the means to live by merit, by work, by one’s own strength, or kill the will to fight and do anything useful with one’s life — base methods should never be used, crawl through life without regret, because regret will fill you with pain, learn to detach and do not compromise if it means risking the loss of integrity or principles.
Beauty does not thrive when it is controlled, censored, ridiculed, vulgarised, it dies. Then what is left of her is cut out and stolen, she is raped and carried off as an exhibit to all corners of the world, hidden in her chains, in the corner of her cage like a wild animal. The Sophia falls.
He who does not know silence cannot contemplate the gods.
The way of leaving teaches an otherworldly patience. We leave this world without regret, we ask for nothing more. Everything falls into place according to a natural law, do not expect anything, do not predict anything and do not demand anything from destiny. You know its course, you should know yours.
A rebel in this system is an obedient son of higher orders. Slandered, humiliated and destroyed, he does not forget the heavenly loyalties that are greater than this petty world of misery and deception. Dissidents are targeted by the power they threaten and stifled by the masses they seek to liberate — it has always been that way and always will be.
If it is fated to face a greater power with scarce resources, that power will be equipped with everything it needs to defeat us by conjuring up things to break us, to subjugate us, to enslave us. However, if this power is blinded by fate and is unable to take all its measures against us as if we were unprepared, we can defeat it with modest weapons.
At a certain point in life, when one is damaged by struggles and deprived of one’s work and earnings, when life itself becomes an instrument of torture, it is time to sacrifice everything that bound us to this life, and we no longer need other people’s things, we no longer dream of their pursuits, the ghosts of past loves and ideas and dreams no longer torment us. We dream only of freedom and have separated ourselves from this life, hoping never to return to the disowned things that would mock us in these deserts of life. We long for freedom above these earthly shells, and we live everything that belonged to earthly life and is important to the earth, as our body buried, our spirit eternally free.
Perhaps it is indeed a way of solitude, and to be at peace with that, not living the life of ordinary people, is a sacrifice made for entirely different things, in service to them and to the higher realms. When the need for equality on an emotional, ideal or sexual level is overcome, then everything is at peace and we can be content with the normal happiness of others” lives in a protective, fatherly and motherly way. After all, when emotions take over the mind and make a mockery of past aspirations, when life buries itself in matters that no longer concern it, we can be plunged into disappointment and suffering because of misplaced idealistic motives.
And even when violence stirs against the body — the wisdom one gains from such violence is forever one’s own, for it gets rid of pride, attachment, and delusion, so long as one does not respond with an injured answer and is not drawn into wars that are not one’s own — one remains both beholden to fate and loyal to those forces that previously stood by one and showered one with gifts. For often one is provoked to failure and hatred, and then destroyed in a pitiful cycle by those who fell before, and this machinery knows neither forgiveness nor mercy, it is blind like the bitter hatred it engenders.
Not being in love with this world — leaving it without regret and meeting death with ease.
Not to be attached to the illusions of this world — so that nothing can hold us back.
Not to make ourselves equal to the enemies — so as not to become like them, bound in their condition.
Not to forget the most important guiding principle, not to bury ourselves in this world through attachments — the world will keep teaching us pain until we give it up.
Not to lose the longing, not to fill it with temporary satiety that ultimately leads to thirst.
Never losing sight of suffering — temporary pleasure can attract attention and lead to restlessness torn between the world and the essence.
Not to negate the world completely, to find a proper balance and contribute to those who need it.
To hope to break free from these chains without breaking them.
Beware of misjudgments, especially if you lack data. Things that seem threatening or contestable may have another motive. Try to assume as little as possible and focus on your reaction to the environment to improve it for your well-being.
The art between balancing the laws of life and the desire to transcend it, to escape it into freedom and service, and being embedded in that which is transient, can so easily be destroyed. Dead to the world, there is nothing here but ruins — do not cling to them, these things reflect your soul. Perhaps the only purpose in this life is to sacrifice everything that is attached, to rise and be assigned to another order, to fight again, this is an impulse of life, but it is detachment that teaches liberation. And the lesson that everything can be spoiled, all beauty defiled, all ideas destroyed, all dreams turned to dust, all love wasted, the misery of life is only there to teach — put yourself on the side of this life and you will suffer, put yourself on the side of this world and you will feel the misery, all these things, to learn to give it up, to detach — some destinies written do not allow anything else. And if you stop for a while and doubt it, the mockery will be endless, the pain will appear only to feel your pain and drink — because you have turned away from the path. I admire the giants who know this, who suffer this and who find enough strength to bring something into the world, to become victors, out of pure compassion, to sacrifice something, against all the things that destroy them, that punish them, that block their way, the bitter locusts and the cynical, petty hatreds and the jealousies that are able to twist minds and ruin lives, as if they were immune to all that, fearless in the face of all those obstacles, they are able to open some eyes, they never break down, never stumble for a while — they are heroes. That which isolates me is retreat, and perhaps with a last tear seal death and presence in this world. With a useless existence, maybe to find yourself, maybe just for that reason. Strive for what does not break, for what is eternal, for the silence of devotion, for the small ways, the simple ways, otherwise they poison everything with their poison of irrelevance.
The essential cannot be grasped: Hold the unspoken, so many beautiful things are ridiculed by a view that uses the mind instead of the intellect, the soul to understand, hold the subtleties, the unspoken within, recognise them. Always keep them away and protect them.
It may be said that this overrides reason, and that on this basis one can imagine all that is false, that one must therefore preserve a rational view, but this is so only when the esoteric becomes too extensive — and indeed misunderstanding can threaten, turning the essential idea into a shell that can be contaminated, analysed, eliminated and corrupted. For this very reason, the sacred is not possessed, it is uncaptured — and should remain so — the urge to present it is vulnerable to danger. Just as we have different ways, one recognises this only within and cannot impose it on another — even the latter, when mature enough to see it, will understand, recognise, see. People who see the contrast, the contradiction between the ideal world and the present world, are at first moved to explain it, to represent it, but then, if they do not turn into a mocking stick, they can dangerously entangle the idea with a world that reduces it to nothing — to a mere fantasy, an idea. Here, where idealism dwells on utopia, dangerous forces can be awakened, but idealism has two faces: One of the pure idea, the undefined, the subtle of a sacred movement, and the second — the reified, the practical, the denuded — where it absorbs everything from the world — the good and the bad — and faces everyone as one pleases, justifying the greatest injustice by the power of reduction, but also moving to greater deeds, by the power of expansion, it is a double-edged sword; I remember the times when I took a chair in front of the house and sat there speaking, writing and composing poetry, for the wind and for anyone who could hear. It’s unwritten, forgotten, and yet it was the best poetry I had ever done. Or maybe it’s just my belief and idealisation of the past, but without perfect images that we cherish, where is the reference?
Wherever you go in life, always direct yourself to life itself, do not seek escape, in greater suffering one can find hope in transcendent realities, especially if one can be a witness to that consolation, yet to flee from life into the embrace of the higher worlds is a complete abandonment of life, and since life is governed by its own laws and rhythm, such an attitude harms life and inhibits its expression, which must be maintained without running to and fro, but fully living and becoming of life, with the question „What is life?” is answered at every moment with the expression of life itself. It is true that in times of suffering we need something beyond life, a consolation, but it should not become a habit to run away from it, because then we will not be at home in any other world, wandering from one to another, without consolation, one can become complete only here, only here and now, therefore, suffering is also a part of life, and indeed — it makes us feel a greater belonging to this part of destiny, reminds us of what we are and how to deal with such great turbulence, to appreciate happiness and then tranquility, unmoved in the face of the twists and turns of the path. Also, do not flee from the higher worlds to life and bury yourself in its affairs as if there were nothing else, balance on the tip of the sword and be a messenger, a mediator caught between the worlds without abandoning one for the other.
In the rhythm of life, there is always a group or an agenda with which you are unknowingly aligned. Even if you are generally against the group, you make choices that are for or against certain ways of thinking. In this sense, if you hold individual views, you may disagree with all other groups along their interests or agree with others, depending on the topography of your views. Reason balances between the interests of groups, distinguishes between them, rejects any form of mass opinion, and at the same time is labeled according to the interests represented, often being misused or used to serve a group that one would not otherwise join, or to reject it as a whole. This conceptualization is avoided only in apatheia, a robust calm that is still and unmoving and from which spontaneous wisdom beyond dichotomy emerges. Otherwise, any subtlety of intelligent speech and mental acts will quickly fall into large or niche groups with which one does not wish to identify, further splitting into entrenched opinions. One must compromise and make choices to get things done and ally with this group here and another there, but never at the expense of one’s orientation and foundation.
The rhythm of life, the force of habit, the things that want to freeze you into some conjured guilt as punishment — elude them, for they are only deceivers with illusions as weapons. A mind may be constantly besieged, it may be forced out of its form, but it should always return to its original state and evolve.
Is it not a game in which the will or character is developed only by confrontation, and which has more to do with the Higher Self, the Celestial, than with the mind here below, which merely expresses this image? For would it be only for the mind, twisted, perverted, by superior force, overpowering, led astray in a game known to all, for it perfectly traces its steps on the same destiny, only chasing in and out, away and near, perhaps enjoying it, repeating the scenario for those who have fallen before, or those who dream of liberation? So are we will-less when this instinct is buried under a mind? It opens to the extent that the Higher Image begins to work, where there is a natural way to unfold, and darkens by the force that asks not if it may reunite, but by the knowledge that the game continues with its well-rehearsed scenario, in which a machinery works as it does, with illusions of freedom, until it is realized away from it? Then, trapped in some wickedness or perversion, in guilt and suffering, in punishment and determination, bereft of soul and as if dead — where were the people we once were? As if corrupted from within with those who are easier to corrupt, or those who fight only to fall later? Or those who recognize this game for what it is and try to live for the higher, even if the pain becomes part of life, but that requires to see the image in every protest and not to fall as long as the memory, the perception of the image remains as a seed.
The only sin is guilt
Beyond guilt one remains noble
Out of one’s own character
Once this is realized
No chains, seals, words, illusions
Will enslave with their deceptions
Philosophy requires a cultivated balance that penetrates the character, where the extremes are once established, it is a balancing on the thin line between them.
Whatever attitude arises, examine it, train to have at all times a larger reference in which to compare states. Otherwise, bad mental habits are adopted and the cycles of their mistakes are repeated.
Ignore all phenomena that obsessively pretend to be something that must be accepted as such and that want to confuse you — move through the field of miracles without paying attention to them, otherwise they will capture you, and the separation between subject and object will begin. Even if rainbow bridges appear in all directions, do not assume that they are real, separate yourself, do not get any ideas. The sole responsibility for cognition lies with the consciousness, everything else can only be a distraction. For if you take the appearance of an entity for the actual entity, you may be building on illusions that are dominated by another entity. It is pointless to look for something that is ultimately „real” because even more robust experiential entities that appear to be „true, non-reproducible, real” are part of the transient nature of illusion. The trap is to separate an entity from a world and call it „real” as opposed to ourselves.
If you perceive the chains of destiny without dividing them into exact events that are recorded separately, they will be a source of suffering because they appear as injustice. If they are perceived as causal on the level of symbolic currents, they will seem to be justified. This is not to say that everything is predetermined, but that at a certain time and place certain events may occur because there is a natural tendency for these events to occur. Cutting them off and giving them flesh that puts us in opposition to them leads to suffering. Whenever hardships are transformed, they provide space for realization and are thus dissolved.
Inertia and defeats — it is easy to get used to them. Step back, look behind — you may never move forward again. Through strokes of fate, you get used to failure. Suffer more, but stand firm, or the poison will eat you from the inside. Live without fear, because all suffering can freeze the expression of genius, you will suffer again, nothing can protect you from fate, ride the waves unleashed within despite the storms, give the impetus to life and light the torch of divinity. Every cycle of happiness is tied to an end and a relapse into misery. However, it is not a pain worthy of post-mortem fantasies — it is this life that is the moment of reality — endure it as it is and be grateful, or endure it or die without the possibility of exerting any influence from the human perspective.
Reality gives clues through anomalies and associated events. If one establishes an association that does not exist, it is a deception. If one successfully sees and learns to look „behind reality” in signs and later put them into coherent relationships, coupled with experience (as priming events), then one can find something interesting. A flood of confusing signals should be discarded — they are intentionally debilitating, with the rarity of clear vision of consciousness, if the trigger is appropriate, to see through and find the way.
Delight in the transformations, the living pulse of the changing craziness of one-ironaut events that point to a greater reality. What seems crazy, confusing, asynchronous and anomalous is the currency of the larger worlds perceived in this continuum. For sometimes they conceal, sometimes they reveal, and when what is revealed is found, it is concealed, and when something is concealed, something else is revealed. To freeze time and reality because of the little things in life, to become dead and stagnant in the face of the miracles that appear, or to reject them, is like chasing away the demons before listening to them, or running to the gods without understanding anything. When the inner puer aeternus dies, when the senex of adulthood that nurtures it replaces it with itself, one loses that playful character that welcomes the new, the unfathomable events that cross one’s path to dance away and see oneself again. Perhaps it is only the disturbed, the free, who reflect nature in its splendour of transformation, while the orderly, the rigid, the organised, conjure up their own demise, for they restrain and restrict their nature, locking consciousness in a cage that can no longer express itself and so punish it with madness.
Beware, for the malignant nature grows into your own and replaces your aspirations with itself. Never take it for natural, never take it for yourself, even if it lures you into the comfort of being by surrendering to it and remembering the higher nature. Drawn into the machine, you become a part of it and poison those who try to escape it.
Take a foolish person and let him spread all the vices, stupidities, ignorance and base motives — he will willingly accept them and feel justified by them, blinded by his actions, not held responsible and not identified with his actions, keeping a mask of anonymity, coupled with the inertia of character that corrupts him even more. No demon is worse than human stupidity, the work is already done and needs no further support, it moves along its own weaknesses. It is the usual habits of our self that are used against us in the first place, where our features become grotesque and dance towards destruction, where the inclination to things becomes an addiction, love is turned into lust, inequality into frustration, then avarice, wounds into blind revenge. The „demon” has to get to know you first, and once it does, it picks up everything it needs to twist you, because no human is perfect. It is just like with human ignorance, the exploitation point is what people do not know, where there is no need to twist it, nor to invent sophisticated lies. So it is with ourselves, when we look at ourselves in the mirror, it is a facade, a mere image that we see without really knowing ourselves, and by the power of this ignorance we can become our worst enemies, a mockery of our former ideas and aspirations. Then we see in truth our face, whether it is grotesque, horrible and tainted by all that we did not know, or whether it is noble, serene and beautiful. What is hidden behind this mask, we can rarely know.
Do not overshoot the mark. If you assume too much about things you do not fully understand and act upon them, you will fail, for you will be punished by ignorance, and by not having the means to see through it.
Observe your life and time carefully. Half of the things that crushed and tormented you in the past no longer attract even the slightest attention, half of the things you suffered in the past have disappeared without you having to retaliate, half of the stories and memories are as pale as the time that has passed. Remember the introductory experiences from the afterlife and keep them close to you as time passes, dispel the illusions and gather the illuminations, for these are the only things worth remembering and the only ones that open higher worlds as they unfold. With every pain you go through, ask yourself, „Stop attaching importance to yourself and remember how numerous the family of the grave is”.
Sometimes, when we look back on our ordinary lives, we may see only the wasteland that should not be conjured up, because the worst demons of memory and emotion can be conjured up, and these ensure that the wounds remain open. However, even the greatest sorrow dissolves when you commit yourself to something much greater by sacrificing your whole life to the higher threads. Every reversal is punished with the sight of wasteland, every commitment becomes a relief. But since the movement of life is often determined by lesser forces, we can go back and look back — there is nothing to see, so now quickly choose the path you want to follow and do not become blind to it.
With age, you realise how many battles you have lost just because you fought unrewarding wars for the sake of life or one of its transient states, which you were bound to lose. As the years go by, the youthful temperament naturally exhausts itself and makes way for other qualities — those of patience and time. Even if you witness extraordinary things, take a humble role, and take your cue from the little things of ordinary people, you will be punished for anything beyond your condition, status, situations, and measure. If a beautiful tree is planted in barren soil, it will not grow according to its beauty but will become sick and exhausted, just as a weed planted in dry soil will become nothing but a healthy weed. In the same way, a great man who has become homeless and destitute does not act as he would like to act, but as the situation forces him to act. It is more often the case that those who have the means or status to carry out something are worth less than a noble homeless destitute beggar. In other words, „Do not act beyond your status and apply the method to real life,” and also, „Never act beyond the immediate, for even the greatest undertakings lead only to failure and regret.”
Perfect silence, perfect transparency makes us a mirror in which realities can be reflected, and the high consciousness that this reflection truly is, permeates us with the essential ideas that become alive. Whenever these ideas, this living essential force becomes dusty, removed and forgotten, the mirror disappears and the only mirrors we see are those of the world in which we are reflected, for better or worse, as we cease to reflect them. However, when that mirror becomes covered with dirt, it twists reality into something miserable, and we reflect and see the world in that way.
Beware of being forced to think fundamentally or literally, where the high orders of abstractions are not thought, but do not even appear. It seems that this is a tool of control, where fundamental thinking sees the world only in black and white, without colours. This form of intellectual Daltonism kills free spirits and becomes a threat to what is humanity or critical thinking.
The oblivion and bliss of ignorance granted to wounds that scar throughout life, that, removed from direct experience, drive the being into pain, and in time, if not aggravated by an onslaught of suffering, can be forgotten as time passes minor and major agonies, all the lost battles that are determined by fate, that are imprinted in the soul, that plunge you into oblivion when you are really exhausted, abandoned and broken, and immediately rejoice with a naivety when you see that strip of blue sky in the agony of the years that only people who have gone through hell can comprehend. But when you go through the extremes, you do not get rid of the burden, but balance and thread on safe paths, never to fall again into this anger, helpless injustice, retaliation and bitter frustration. For when for a while the soul speaks and all the dark clouds of the past appear, it takes heavy self-control not to tear the flesh — out of pain. Do not remember, surrender to the Higher Way and do not look back.
Between poetry and the numinous, the science of shadows and the science of essences, the different perspectives and the rhythm: As the world changes, the mind can carve out more meanings without ending in obsession. Limit the richness of life through work, never be a slave to your art, science or philosophy — this is the trap of systems, doctrinaire, bigotry. Sometimes you can become a slave of your art, considering it like an accumulated property — what makes you live is the movement of life. One’s creations are less than a man or woman, but when a man or woman identifies with his or her creations, they are chained.
Do not be deceived by your own ideas, think beyond them.
The feeling of abandonment always brings happiness, surrendering to the greater unity brings comfort — it promises nothing but peace. So how to live the golden mean, neither through abundance nor lack? Only a sense of tranquilly in integrity that tames the wondering mind, beset from time to time by various states, between recognition of cause and effect and a sense of direction. When he suffers or becomes angry and creates a state of disparity, silence will purify him and teach him the way of bliss. If he strives for something earthly, patience will teach him forbearance, not to expect anything, but to face everything as a reflection of life, with measures appropriate to the situation. Everything depends on how the mind is trained to discipline itself. If it gives in to external circumstances, they will torment it; if it understands that by its activity it creates external circumstances, it should train to create them that surpass it. So train your mind and do not give in to temporary conditions that leave you at the mercy of the storms. Be still and observe consciously and attentively, that is the best teacher. Surround yourself with actions, thoughts and virtues that support your aspiration and remove those that are an obstacle and can reverse it.
When the mind is broken, find the smallest space that can be trained in this way, and pay attention to nothing that will distract that small space from being trained. Gradually it will expand and sweep away the disturbance, for it will no longer be able to attract attention.
The more complex things are, the more difficult it is to find the unifying force that transforms the entire focus into a flash of inspiration. For it is easy to fall into a web of false associations and logical fallacies, or into thinking that distracts from reason and humanity that imprisons and inhibits the power of insight.
Forgetfulness and separation — are the plague of perception.
Memory and unified synthesis — lead to understanding
When you have nothing left to live for, live for your duties and tasks that reveal themselves to you along the way, rest when you are not called, and lead a simple, decent life when necessary, follow the path of invisibility, and withdraw when anything tries to draw you into the public eye. The rise under unfortunate circumstances is prone to certain threads, under destruction you are obliged to complete your life and work to the best of your ability. The determination of life should be quiet, with hope, isolated and withdrawn, with a power that should be stored in itself.
What is the purpose of the dispute, if you are hated, if you are incorruptible, and if you are corrupted, you are hated for the corruption. The players who play the downfall of a single person should lose all satisfaction or success. It is like setting a trap for someone and forcing him or throwing him into it, believing that it is he himself who went into it voluntarily.
Only when you sever all ties with this world do you step out of its sphere of influence.
Practise discipline intensely. If a thought floats around aimlessly like a flame, it will accomplish nothing. If there is time to work, there is time to work, and devote yourself wholeheartedly to the task at hand. All side thoughts about the past and the future will only make the wounds of the mind bigger. Catch the thin thread that you see and ignore everything that is not relevant to the work. Since there is nothing else to accomplish and there is no guarantee of accomplishing anything, follow the process with no end in sight.
When you burn the dreams and aspirations of normal human life through the resistance of others, you do not look back at the ashes of things that once were and were lost, but disillusioned by them, fulfil life in sacrifice for men and women who went beyond it through the same agonies, losses and dispossessions. It is a life of service on this side and the other. If you return to the sacrificed things, then it would require extraordinary efforts to preserve them — most likely in vain, while all circumstances would twist in the unfavourable destiny that develops into the negative over a long period of time. Knowing yourself, avoid excesses, guard your actions and the things that once proved destructive — engage in higher things.
It does not matter through which belief system you arrive at insight; in depth it is the same, for it is naked self-reflection that leads to pure consciousness. Neither the relative beliefs justify one’s views, nor do they lead to the exploration of the numinous.
Integrity binds the „ideas that become flesh”, the ideas are not just a metaphysical speculation or understanding, but a Hegelian „conception”, something to live by, which by „becoming flesh” sanctifies the intellect and reason, the soul and the heart. The treasury of the ancients, to which the heart is the key, cannot be taken away, it can only be temporarily forgotten.
When one dwells quietly in the Inner Light, one gathers within oneself all one’s talents and virtues. When one reveals oneself, one gathers a thousand enemies who want to corrupt every step one takes, for anything higher revealed to mediocre or malicious minds, or the perpetrators become threatening to their mediocrity, which rarely aspires to be anything else. But it is necessary to know that the inner lamp of the hermit, which agrees with the rhythm of the currents, and not the thousand who hang in their delusions, has the right relation with the mass. Know that sometimes you are hated for what you were, as a superior, and the perpetrators will do anything to humiliate every step of life, no matter what direction they take, because they feel inferior just by the fact that someone has risen above them in the past, and enjoy humiliating you and plunging you into misery to fix their inferiority with a vengeance that makes you even lesser than they are.
The art of forgetting is tantamount to covering the scars with ashes, for once confronted with the horror of things that are no longer there, perhaps to free the mind from its armour for a while and shed a dry tear without longing for anything. So sometimes you look through the armour, because after a time has passed, it is so difficult to find the soul, so what is protected again? Is it only the determination that has remained? The only memories that remain are those that govern freedom among slaves, because purely human memories can disappear, like uninvited guests that only invite sorrow. The happy medium of psychohygiene: move on and leave behind.
Whenever you discover a negative stream of mind, try to observe and examine it as if you were standing outside yourself, for only through such observation can the irrationality be remedied. Sometimes the mind is also blind to the nature of this negativity because it is caught up with it. Without a „transcendent view” of such a state, it is impossible to see through it because it immerses the heart in the negativity and the consciousness is so obscured that it makes no difference. Always separate and recognise such states in order to transcend them until it becomes a habit.
All conditions of wisdom arise from immobility, observation, and stillness. That which throws the mind into a turmoil of detached words, provokes or arouses passions, has nothing to offer.
Only in silence one finds wisdom, through observation, experience and ideas, behind which wise things are hidden, one can link them. That which imposes itself belongs to the delusions of the ego, it has nothing to convey, but it shouts, speaks and appears the most.
We can come to greater insight at a certain time and move away from it at another; at different times we can be this or that while being neither; creating conditions for insight prevents us from moving away from it, but it is difficult to maintain this insight, so at different times we can have a greater, deeper view of things, at another a lesser one and far from it.
With great experience producing knowledge, one must be careful, for those who assume too much about the nature of knowledge that is treacherous to those who have no experience with it, i.e., are not prepared to deal with certain things, can be harmed. As experienced people know, there is a dramatic limit to human understanding, and a human understanding must be approached with restraint in order to find what is wise and discard what might be misinterpreted or misunderstood.
Never be provoked by the stupidity, ignorance or delusion of others. Most of the time, they are stubborn or conceited enough not to realise that their ignorance and delusion see through them, and you cannot free them from that condition either. As long as they are not reflected in their own affairs, are not harmed in the same way, and do not break the habit in perception, they will not stop. Rather, on the contrary, they will use all their abilities to pull you into their own field of incapable delusion or ignorance, because what they perceive as the limit of their seeing also gives them the drive to impose it on others. You are not capable of exercising any form of judgement or punishment, so leave it to those who can, and patiently endure what you can in order to mature in accordance with the inner vision and the Higher Image itself.
Since man can quickly endow each vision with its own dimension and thus objectify it, the worlds correspond in two ways. Thus, when a pair of large colourful wings appears in the sky, one takes it into the realm of the sacred, but all that one has imagined about the vision are merely imaginings. Neither does it sanction what he does, nor is it a confirmation of his beliefs, since it is impossible to know the other reality. So one can confirm oneself on a path, but still keep one’s distance knowing the indecisiveness of such situations, the finite nature of one’s thinking and perception, and the general fallibility if not supported by the essences. A subtle nod is too often substituted for absolutes to which a person has no access, and when one buries oneself in ideologies, one begins to corrupt the original meanings and ways. One should accept it humbly and continue with the unfolding process.
On the way, the interdependent constellations are consolidated by an argument in which a thousandfold single path opens to all situations. Thus, a weighty argument in clarity, like a ray, opens a door to the pacification of a thousand situations, questions and inquiries through a single means [thought while reading Prajnaparamita].
It does not matter what creates the untruth; by and large, it is the objective truth of emptiness that prevails and buries all untruth. No one has ever argued with the universe to prove otherwise, nor can a grain of sand, nor an aggrieved entity, not even a deity.
Over the years, one can become accustomed to non-life as the circumstances of death are reformulated into those of life and become less and less about anything. What one experiences oneself may be enough to annihilate or destroy many others, but if one resigns oneself to the shortcomings of fate, to less freedom and more harm, to less possibility and more confinement, even to more madness and less sobriety, resigning oneself to it and adapting, one tries to find the little happiness one can still afford and finds oceans of treasures in the smallest details that the rest do not even notice.
The pure thought does not carry phenomena, it becomes phenomena only through the reification.
Do not confuse yourself with any negative state. If you accept it as something regular and let it grow into your character, it means that you have replaced the refined essences with their reflected forms.
Do not confuse yourself with roles, identities, narratives; they are worn like masks behind which you tend the garden of your soul. Once we are trapped in a script, the dynamic of a larger reference is lost and we fall back into a prison of meanings, thoughts and words. Only by maintaining an open flow that obeys the dynamics of change while anchored in the higher worlds can we avoid being trapped. The stone anchored in the heart is easily confused with empty words.
The process of maturing to the higher way is to break through the defence mechanisms that separate the self-made ideas, and to remove the separation between oneself and the essential, and thus between oneself and others. This means giving up oneself and one’s quarrel and perceiving with insight how the defensive habits break down to the core until one truly enlightens one’s being in accordance with the saying „gnothi seauton”.
Those who follow the middle path and yet are caught in illusions because they do not recognise them in themselves are tormented by the trap of relativity, caught by words, opinions, beliefs and views that move them like a net through confirmation and denial, their own hopes and aspirations becoming their enemies from which they seek shelter in pain, while their vice is an excuse of guilt that has drowned so many. In all this you stand at attention, fearing neither heaven nor hell, listening to the good guardian of genius, but also to the dark daimonic and shadowy self, for truth is illuminated from both sides, but the knowledge to be acquired is that there is no freedom beyond either.
In all the vanities that some appropriate, then lure others into their own fulfilment, as if they themselves lacked the perpetuity of transitory and illusory things — have they found comfort in that, so lavishly extolling it as a remedy for others, as a way to walk In the transitory nature of things? Or are they prisoners of their irresolute discontent, wanting to stretch the vanities until they are satisfied, without seeing that it is a temporary satisfaction and that the sea they drink contains poison, never ends, and neither brings them peace, nor ends that at a certain point they will be forced to leave its shores because their thirst is greater than that of the sea? It brings no satisfaction to these people who seek in the wrong place, and they never find fulfilment in what they seek? And yet they try to repeat the same movements, making others their go-betweens, to lure them away from the balance, moderation, and proper means they have acquired for the purpose of creating a substitute for their desires and using a man or woman as the executor of their faulty whims? For what have they acquired in their ways, if they are not chained to illusions, where is the impermanent they have sought? Drunk with the sea and drowned by the ocean, they become that which they have sought, a mirror of themselves, chained by the whims of their nature, until they see through themselves and that which has captivated their attention. But fate and circumstances, stronger than anything else, may not give a chance to retreat and guarantee no light of seeing. The fork or path of choices may be harder for some, easier for some, but at its core everything is a game of choices and a tree of decisions.
When one’s attempts are constantly undermined, disintegrated and subverted, one finds some footing in abandoning all endeavours that have to do with life, for experience teaches one that such undertakings, if not later humiliated, quickly serve to destroy them later; This does not mean the end of strife in life, for that is a constant when certain people attack you, undermine you, or want you dead as soon as possible; It is a matter of adapting to the scarce means that one can use in life for a purpose that one still aspires to. When the purpose of sacrifice or commitment wanes and is lost, you must not fight against fate, but silently accept the rhythm of life and death; even if you sacrifice yourself for a higher purpose, you must rest and adapt to the life you still have to live when the means and the „sense of the inner path” are lost.
Remember, time eliminates the things you are fighting for now, just as the things you fought for before were destroyed and only caused more pain and frustration from the struggle. This is the process of burning a life that cannot be kept as property, and by the time the last ashes are stirred up, you will be free. Whenever something arises, focus on releasing it, observe the thought stream from the perception of a higher self, and perceive everything that affects the mind and the mind itself as impermanent „flashes” of events that represent nothing real.
Humour and absurdity are often the apotheosis of the final stage of agony, when nothing more can be done, when despite all the attempts you keep circling around only to find yourself in the same place, despite a handful of existential pains in the final stage, you either capitulate to the laughter of the universe or are defeated in great mortification.
In Persian, ism (سم ) is a kind of painting. It is noteworthy to remember that all forms of -isms, whatever our worldviews are, are merely a painting of reality and never go beyond it. But to see beyond it is to leave the painting and look into the cosmic voids, which after a while we have to grasp without the humble human mind, whose weakness is revealed when chaos and naked soul meet in front of the beautiful yet tragic movement, the soul that cries out horror until the cosmos reveals itself not as meaningless but revealing secrets that are both a consolation and a despair, for when the consolation that perceives the blindness of most is put into action, it is bound to despair until it matures into service.
The sense of inequality arises from a blinded view of what should be (whether consciously or unconsciously) and what is. The source of inequality springs from a mindset of loss, in which real, effective suffering creates an illusion of it — and is quickly dismantled when it meets reality. The mind thus destroyed still experiences great loss, but it is also aware that no gain would be able to fill the damaged mind. When the deluded view is silenced, all causes and effects teach how to live. One may have lived a great life with great dreams that never found the power of expression, but it is how one copes with the small life that may bind it, but in retreat or abandonment one finds the aspirations to be a destabilising curse and finds that none of it is real or true. Leave the corpses of this life behind, or you will become a necrophiliac playing with the issues of those who willingly whip with hopes and dreams, way of retreat. What is the driving Eros drive becomes Thanathos, punishing Eros and rewarding Thanathos. Eros has recognised the creative power of life, Thanathos focuses on silencing and the burning power of death. The way of Thanathos is the ability to burn the remains of Eros and the creative instincts of Eros in complete self-sacrifice, these forces should be balanced at all times.
How can one combine life with a sense of abandonment and abandonment without becoming stagnant and unwilling to live? This freshness can only emerge in the moment of the „now”, a childlike playfulness that is mature and completely focused, that somehow slips between the pains and never allows itself to be captured by any of them.
The art between balancing the laws of life and the desire to transcend it, to escape it into freedom and service, and to be embedded in what is transient and so easily destroyed. Dead to the world, there is nothing here but ruins — do not cling to them, these things reflect your soul. Perhaps the only purpose in this life is to sacrifice everything that is attached, to rise and be assigned to another order, to fight again, this is an impulse of life, but it is detachment that teaches liberation. And the lesson that everything can be spoiled, all beauty defiled, all ideas destroyed, all dreams turned to dust, all love wasted, the misery of life is only there to teach — put yourself on the side of this life and you will suffer, put yourself on the side of this world and you will feel the misery, all these things, to learn to give it up, to detach — some destinies written do not allow anything else. And if you stop for a while and doubt it, the mockery will be endless, the pain will appear only to feel your pain and drink — because you have turned away from the path. I admire the giants who know this, who suffer this, and who find enough strength to bring something into the world, to become victors, out of pure compassion, to sacrifice something, against all the things that destroy them, that punish them, that block their way, the bitter locusts and the cynical, petty hatred and jealousy that are capable of twisting minds and ruining lives. That which is granted to me is retreat, and perhaps with a last tear seal death and presence in this world. With a useless existence, maybe to find yourself, maybe just for that reason. Strive for what does not break, for what is eternal, for the silence of devotion, for the small ways, the simple ways, otherwise they will poison everything with their poison of pettiness.
The essential cannot be captured: Hold the unspoken, so many beautiful things are ridiculed by a view that uses the mind instead of the intellect, the soul, to understand, hold the subtleties, the unspoken within, recognise them. Always keep them away and protect them.
It may be said that this overrides reason, and that on this basis one can imagine all that is false, that one must therefore preserve a rational view, but this is so only when the esoteric becomes too extensive — and indeed misunderstanding can threaten, turning the essential idea into a shell that can be contaminated, analysed, eliminated and corrupted. For this very reason, the sacred is not possessed, it is uncaptured — and should remain so — the urge to represent it is vulnerable to danger. Just as we have different ways, one recognises this only within and cannot impose it on another — even the latter, when mature enough to see it, will understand, recognise, see. People who see the contrast, the contradiction between the ideal world and the present world, are at first moved to explain it, to represent it, but then, if they do not turn into a mocking stick, they can dangerously entangle the idea with a world that reduces it to nothing — to a mere fantasy, an idea. Here, where idealism dwells in utopia, dangerous forces can be awakened, but idealism has two faces: One of the pure idea, the undefined, the subtle of a sacred movement, and the second — the reified, the practical, the denuded — where it absorbs everything from the world — the good and the bad — and faces everyone as one pleases, justifying the greatest injustice by the power of reduction, but also moving to greater deeds, by the power of expansion, it is a double-edged sword; I remember the times when I took a chair in front of the house and sat there speaking, writing and composing poetry, for the wind and for anyone who could hear. It’s unwritten, forgotten, and yet it was the best poetry I had ever done. Or maybe it’s just my belief and idealisation of the past, but without perfect images that we cherish, where is the reference?
Wherever you go in life, always direct yourself to life itself, do not seek escape, in greater suffering one can find hope in transcendent realities, especially if one witnesses this consolation, and yet to escape from life into the embrace of the higher worlds is a complete renunciation of life, and since life is governed by its own laws and rhythm, such an attitude harms life and inhibits its expression, which must be maintained without running to and fro, but fully living and becoming of life, with the question „What is life?” is answered at every moment with the expression of life itself. It is true that in times of suffering we need something beyond life, a consolation, but it should not become a habit to run away from it, because then we will not be at home in any other world, wandering from one to another, without consolation, one can become complete only here, only here and now, therefore, suffering is also a part of life, and indeed — it makes us feel a greater belonging to this part of destiny, reminds us of what we are and how to cope with such great turmoil, to appreciate happiness and then tranquilly, unmoved in the face of the twists and turns of the path. Also, do not flee from the higher worlds to life and bury yourself in its affairs as if there were nothing else, balance on the tip of the sword and be a messenger, a mediator caught between the worlds without abandoning one for the other.
In the rhythm of life, there is always a group or an agenda with which you unknowingly cooperate. Even if you are generally against the group, you make decisions that are with or against certain ways of thinking. In this sense, if you hold individual views, you may disagree with all other groups along their interests or agree with others, depending on the topography of your views. Reason balances between the interests of groups, distinguishes between them, rejects any form of mass opinion, and at the same time is labeled according to the interests represented, often being misused or used to serve a group that one would not otherwise join, or to reject it as a whole. This conceptualization is avoided only in apatheia, a robust calm that is still and unmoving and from which spontaneous wisdom beyond dichotomy emerges. Otherwise, any subtlety of intelligent speech and mental acts will quickly fall into large or niche groups with which one does not wish to identify, further splitting into entrenched opinions. One must compromise and make choices to get things done and ally with this group here and another there, but never at the expense of one’s orientation and foundation.
The rhythm of life, the force of habit, the things that want to freeze you into some conjured guilt as punishment — elude them, for they are only deceivers with illusions as weapons. A mind may be constantly besieged, it may be forced out of its form, but it should always return to its original state and evolve.
Is it not a game in which the will or character is developed only by confrontation, and which has more to do with the Higher Self, the Celestial, than with the mind here below, which merely expresses this image? For would it be only for the mind, twisted, perverted, by superior force, overpowering, led astray in a game known to all, for it perfectly traces its steps on the same destiny, only chasing in and out, away and near, perhaps enjoying it, repeating the scenario for those who have fallen before, or those who dream of liberation? So are we will-less when this instinct is buried under a mind? It opens to the extent that the Higher Image begins to operate, where there is a natural way to unfold, and darkens by the force that asks not if it may reunite, but by the knowledge that the game continues with its well-rehearsed scenario, in which a machinery operates as it does, with illusions of freedom, until it is realized away from it? Then, trapped in some wickedness or perversion, in guilt and suffering, in punishment and determination, bereft of soul and as if dead — where were the people we once were? As if corrupted from within with those who are easier to corrupt, or those who fight only to fall later? Or those who recognize this game for what it is and try to live for the higher, even if the pain becomes part of life, but that requires to see the image in every protest and not to fall as long as the memory, the perception of the image remains as a seed.
Philosophy requires a cultivated balance that penetrates the character, where the extremes are once established, it is a balancing on the thin line between them.
Whatever attitude arises, examine it, train to have at all times a larger reference in which to compare states. Otherwise, bad mental habits are adopted and the cycles of their mistakes are repeated.
Ignore all phenomena that obsessively pretend to be something that must be accepted as such and that want to confuse you — move through the field of miracles without paying attention to them, otherwise they will capture you, and the separation between subject and object will begin. Even if rainbow bridges appear in all directions, do not assume they are real, separate yourself, do not get any ideas. The sole responsibility for cognition lies with the consciousness, everything else can only be a distraction. For if you take the appearance of a being to be the actual being, you may be building on illusions dominated by another being. It is pointless to look for something that is ultimately „real” because even more robust bodies of experience that appear to be „true, non-reproducible, real” are part of the transient nature of illusion. The trap is to separate a being from a world and call it „real” as opposed to ourselves.
If you perceive the chains of destiny without dividing them into exact events that are recorded separately, they will be a source of suffering because they appear as injustice. If they are perceived as causal on the level of symbolic currents, they will seem to be justified. This is not to say that everything is predetermined, but that at a certain time and place certain events may occur because there is a natural tendency for these events to occur. Cutting them off and giving them flesh that puts us in opposition to them leads to suffering. Whenever hardships are transformed, they provide space for realization and are thus dissolved.
Inertia and defeats — it is easy to get used to them. Step back, look behind — you may never move forward again. Through strokes of fate, you get used to failure. Suffer more, but stand firm, or the poison will eat you from the inside. Live without fear, because all suffering can freeze the expression of genius, you will suffer again, nothing can protect you from fate, ride the waves unleashed within despite the storms, give the impetus to life and light the torch of divinity. Every cycle of happiness is tied to an end and a relapse into misery. However, it is not a pain worthy of post-mortem fantasies — it is this life that is the moment of reality — suffer it as it is and be grateful or anticipatory or die without the possibility of exerting any influence from the human perspective.
Reality gives clues through anomalies and associated events. If you fix an association that is not there, it is a deception. If one successfully sees and learns to look „behind reality” to recognize signs and later put them into coherent relationships, coupled with experience (as priming events), then one can find something interesting. A flood of confusing signals should be discarded — they are intentionally debilitating, with the rarity of clear vision of consciousness, if the trigger is appropriate, to see through and find the way.
Delight in the transformations, the living pulse of the changing craziness of one-ironaut events that point to a greater reality. What seems crazy, confusing, asynchronous and anomalous is the currency of the larger worlds perceived in this continuum. For sometimes they conceal, sometimes they reveal, and when what is revealed is found, it is concealed, and when something is concealed, something else is revealed. To freeze time and reality because of the little things in life, to become dead and stagnant in the face of the miracles that appear, or to reject them, is like chasing away the demons before listening to them, or running to the gods without understanding anything. When the inner puer aeternus dies, when the senex of adulthood that nourishes it replaces it with itself, one loses that playful character that welcomes the new, the unfathomable events that cross one’s path to dance away and see oneself again. Perhaps it is only the disturbed, the free, who reflect nature in its splendor of transformation, while the orderly, the rigid, the organized conjure up their own demise, for they restrain and restrict their nature, locking consciousness in a cage where it can no longer express itself, thus punishing it with madness.
Beware, for malignant nature grows into you and replaces your aspirations with itself. Never take it for natural, never take it for yourself, even if it lures you into the comfort of being, surrendering to it and remembering the higher nature. Drawn into the machine, you become a part of it and poison those who try to escape it.
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