Thursday, September 29, 2016

Time Travel - Musing on the Museum

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
Where have you been? Its alright we know where you've been
You've been in the pipeline filling in time
Provided with toys and scouting for boys
You bought a guitar to punish your ma
You didn't like school and you know you're nobody's fool
So welcome to the machine

Pink Floyd
According to Raziel the population of this universe is finite but vast.  Untold trillions of time-travellers busily occupy/colonize the future. At Year 0, the moment time travel is invented, space is no more and there is only time.  Human culture will be completely absorbed and transformed by entities that resemble insects more than mammals which will spontaneously appear in their multitudes, dwarfing and engulfing our own population.  The astral entities described in previous posts by myself and others throughout the history of projection may not actually be insects they may actually be more like humans just wearing chrono-suits that have an insectoid appearance - maybe wings, chitin and complex eyes are necessary in navigating the time streams of the astral future?

This universe of my life, my experience of shared human history is a museum then, an eternal loop extending from the astral past to the astral future and linked to them by temporal pinchpoints that occur due to the invention of time travel.  The museum is frozen in time so that moment of invention cannot be altered and endanger the universe itself.  To what extent is this my life though? Is it simply the life of an another I am observing and forming opinions about?  To what extent did this life ever have opinions about itself or did it just simply behave? A museum exhibit where this external we fill in the gaps in consciousness?

In preparation for a planetary hyper ritual I started a little experiment on my smartphone.  Using the planetary calculator I started getting voice updates on when planetary hour shifts were occurring and I noticed that almost exactly at the hour subtle phenomena in my environment would sync with the shift. For example at one point I just had made a cup of tea and then for some mad reason plunged my hand into it to get the teabag out and squeeze, the blasted thing obviously burning my hand - I thought to myself, ''why the fuck did I just do that?'' - and then my phone said ''Mars time'' in its smug nasal tone.  Now obviously this kind of experiment is open to significant confirmation bias but its worth exploring anyway.  In the end though I switched it to silent (it got scary), backed away from the proposed ritual and resorted to using the calculator to time boost Mercurial and Jupiterian effects again.  But still it made me think more and more about what Raziel has been saying - I do seem to be caught in the mechanism of a clock, at least it feels like it. Intensely following this train of thought resulted in a day where I felt completely divorced from my actions, just watching myself do stuff that caused chaos and disruption seemingly powerless to prevent myself from doing it.  Obviously there are mental health issues at stake but if you're not messing around with your mind a little bit then you are definitely not doing this right, right?

The reason I say this is I realized at that moment that I might think I have control over my actions but really I might just be forming opinions [of my behavior and others] on the assumption that I am controlling my actions.  What do my opinions look like when I drop this assumption?  What would be my opinions of myself if I a) realized I had no power over what I was going to do next and b) that I was not even me?  How many entities could be looking out through these eyes, forming opinions about what this individual did and why they did it?  Am I just occupying this exhibit, looking through the eyes of a mannequin?  The late Vincent Bridges once told me that these entities, although they appear hostile to the sleep-paralyzed victim are engaged in sampling as opposed to anything truly malicious.  Sampling could be understood in two possible ways - sampling for science and sampling for taste - I don't think these have to be mutually exclusive.  Am I too, simply sampling and savoring?

I have entertained these ideas about magic for a long time i.e. that what most people consider to be magic is an egoistic opinion claiming ownership of what is actually prophecy or information gathering from a 4th dimensional perspective.  We have the classic evidence of doing magic to gain something and then getting it but realizing that it was sent before you did the magic.  The wonderful knots occultists tie themselves up in over this amuses me endlessly but its clear that these things are temporally entangled and that you are not the cause.   And that fact, that you are not the cause, is obviously terrifying to the fevered ego typical of the western magician.

 We have to bear in mind that you may not be yourself, that you, like me, like many others within you, are observers, maybe, as Empedocles put it, as exiles, in this Night at the Museum.  If that is the case then Exhibit A engaged in behaviour that appeared like magic and that it thought was magic at some point in the closed time-stream and thinking they were the cause claimed ownership of the effect - some entities occupying Exhibit A may agree with that position other entities may think otherwise and when they leave the exhibit, they leave with those opinions intact - what then do they do, where do those opinions go?  If there is any effect at all I think it determines what you are free to remember i.e. that Exhibit A was an asshole at that point, or that they were a victim of socialization, or that they were justified in their action being driven to it by the actions of some else - i.e. you can judge them and you can take those judgements away, I assume to the astral future, if, that is, you can escape the museum at all.* Or you can forgive both the exhibit and its occupants - after all its nobody's fault really.

Of course by that same logic this exhibit believes that it is engaging in some kind of prophecy mediated by a higher intelligence rather than magic and I am only free to form opinions about whether or not it was correct due to the fact that I am occupying it.  If I was occupying an exhibit that was just all about eating shit food, or obsessing over their hair, or thinking that they were altering the universe with squiggles then I'd only be able to form opinions about that.

Am I too fat?  Does my hair look nice? Does my squiggling change the course of the universe? These questions and others haunt my nightmares.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
What did you dream
Its alright we told you what to dream
You dreamed of a big star
He played a mean guitar
He always ate in the steak bar
He loved to drive in his jaguar
So welcome to the machine

Pink Floyd

*There are clearly flaws in these arguments and this is my fleshing out of Raziel's information as opposed to what Raziel stated - there is still much meat to be applied to this skeleton.  I am still missing key pieces of the puzzle especially regarding the astral past and possible ''war'' between the past and the future.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

In the Flesh

I was talking to an esoteric colleague last night, in the flesh, attempting to get him to apprehend the true nature of our reality.  Although people often intellectually recognize that they exist within their own mind very few people use this as the foundation of their realized experience preferring the delusional state of believing that they look through their eyes at the actual world.  When describing my experience of reality, cellular consciousness, in the flesh, I often leave people somewhat dumbfounded - he was shocked that I could live this way.

What people would consider their inner mind and physical body I consider and live as mental constructs inside a completely immobile bubble of physical awareness, perception and consciousness. Everything I observe around me, the shadows on the wall of the cave, are constructed out of the mental light of my mind. Although I can feel like I turn my head and body and observe different aspects of the bubble around me when I will this to happen what actually happens is the world turns around me as I am permanently locked forward, fixed in one position, looking at the holographic display in mind of so-called physical reality from some other vantage point within that same mind.  I have never directly experienced physical light only the mental light of my consciousness - I have never felt anything, I have only felt the feeling.  When I move, rather than the hamster ball of my consciousness actually moving, the world whirls through me, different images being shown on the inside wall of the ball.

This wizard had previously promised a demonstration of his magic, some manipulation of probability or the mind of another individual, but I informed him that this (form of magic) is only changing the nature of the images on that wall, nothing more (if even that - see below on the nature of time). Magic that does not take into its stride the structure of our consciousness/time described above and the truisms that go along with them, is simply a more sophisticated self delusion.

Outside of the cave (out through the tunnel) of this bubble of perception exists ''my'' higher mind, a shared world of imagination, an astral future full of incredible light, which bathes the cell of my consciousness alongside others and which is populated by astral entities (mostly insectoid) that seem to have a more involved understanding of reality and that are not always willing to part with their secrets.  It is an interstitial fluid, a bloodstream of time. Time progresses in this ball, I cannot stop the forward motion of time - but with extreme efforts of will it seems to be possible to peer into other parts of the time, to actually shift the shadows on the wall so that you see the shadows of 200 or 2000 years ago.

I tried to explain that once fundamental realities like the above have been embraced there are various practical upshots for the magician, if this is all very disturbing existentially. The structure of the magical temple can be permanently built into your hamster ball.  Just like the biological cell has various organelles which complete its metabolism so the bubble of consciousness can have its furniture and tools installed.  You don't need a temple room in the physical world persay because you are always in front of your altar and always standing on the pentacle, the light of the lamp is always over your head, and the four archangels always hover around you.

Someone once told me time is a flat circle.  That everything we've ever done or will do, we're gonna do over and over again.  And that little girl and that little boy, they're gonna be in that room again, and again, and again.  Forever.
True Detective, Nic Pizzolatto

Although the acceptance of truths like:

  • I do not move, the world moves through me
  • I always look forward
  • My bubble of perception is contained in the larger universe of my subconscious mind
  • The existence of the physical world and free will are massive assumptions
  • My mind is the only encounter-able reality
is accepting and experiencing reality on what I would consider a 5-dimensional level (i.e. from the observer's true perspective) rather than a 3-dimensional level (a fallen state where the observer considers themselves an actual physical object which looks out of their eyes at the actual physical world), the bridge between those experiences, i.e. the dimension of time, is what fascinates me the most and seems the most difficult to resolve.  Some of the more difficult realisations that I have had to accept (from conversations with Raziel) are:
  • There is no absolute free will, no ''magic'' and therefore only prophecy
  • Free will consists of the ability to select from a very finite number (approx. 14 variations) of possible universes which involve ''me'' and to form opinions about myself and the world, i.e. free will is the ability to criticize
  • Most (99.9999...%) universes are dead or unrealisable
  • Only universes where time travel exists cohere
  • This timestream is effectively a museum closed off to protect the invention of time travel
  • Any number of entities may be viewing through my exhibit at any given time, and forming different opinions and I may be one of those entities
  • The future already exists, is the astral plane, and is entirely populated by time travellers (the past is probably very similar but I have not had this confirmed)
  • Space does not exist in the future, or past, only time
The individual I spoke to last night seems fairly typical of the modern esoteric community - a self appointed uninitiated chaos magician of the type where the term is really being used as an excuse for dabbling and creating a pick and mix salad bar of fairly primitive magic fundamentally based in the delusional/egotistical alteration/manipulation of probability/other individuals via strange attraction with a sense of exceptionalism and unique destiny who occupies the delusional state of 3d thinking the vast majority of the time being unaware that this is a mere sliver of the possible reality they can be experiencing or occupying.  Of course this is not to disparage all chaos magicians, only those of that type.

Although these realizations seem fatalistic/pessimistic at first glance, especially to the individual mired in matter and mortality, I don't believe that to be the case.  The giving up of illusory freedoms and notions of the self opens up an entirely different universe and source of meaning.  The concepts of Year Zero and the Astral Future are ultimately optimistic.  The mental light of the temple lamp becomes eternal and omnipresent in your cell of consciousness. In this 3d universe of delusion this perspective inevitably leads to a philosophy of forgiveness (of the self and the other) as by far the most sensible/rational critical position for any observing entity to adopt.  It becomes clear that this museum of life is the necessary sacrifice to preserve the true freedom to dream.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

The Tree of Life - Soil, Husks, Shells, Microorganisms

The Tree of Life when rectified according to the rule of 3, 7 and 12 is incredibly effective in increasing the specificity of your magical activities.  Classification systems should not be entirely discarded they should be criticized for inconsistencies.

Where is the soil on the Tree of Life?  There is the red, iron rich soil that the life breath was given to in order to create Adam and there is also the Qliphoth, the World of Shells or Husks. The notion that the Tree of Life is rooted in the World of Death and Decomposition is not a hard leap of understanding to make, but we must acknowledge that this soil is animated by all manner of creatures from worms to bacteria (the decomposers) that also contain the Tree of Life (in the form of DNA) and that all the husks that make up the soil were created by previous organisms animated by the Tree of Life (in the form of DNA) - their fecal matter, their bodies etc.

Instead of talking about the husks more generally, when we talk about a Tree of Qliphoth, the distorted reflection of the Tree of Life, we must be very clear in its use as it can be misleading.  It is sensible to classify diseases with the centres that they afflict (various types of Qliphotic microbes might specifically affect the liver, or the genitals or the brains) as this way we can more effectively target our medicine but we must not forget that although various afflictions may be horrific from our perspective, such as the lifecycle of malarial parasites or toxoplasma gondii, from its own perspective the organism is simply going about its ordinary business.

Dirt is good, you should roll around in it from time to time or you''ll get autoimmune diseases. Demon slaying angels with nothing to fight can start corrupting the healthy body.  Exercise some caution though you don't want this.

Nature will happily kill you.