Test your Gods!

Science, Magick and Faith
Call you to try their Gods
Oneself being a possible candidate.

But, there's only one metric which suffices -
Ask and You should receive!
Try each one of them against its claims
And a God who can't deliver is no God!

Ask, Seek, Knock Sincerely
And if no answer comes through from the other side,
Move on to the next door.
When you finally find the True God,
You shall want no more.

Bitch, Which Witch?

"When we’re feeling lonely, we check Facebook.
When we’re uncertain, we Google.
When we’re bored, we watch YouTube videos, check Reddit or scroll Pinterest."

That's the slave of modern witchcraft.

When I'm lonely, I take a walk.
When I'm uncertain, I meditate or think.
When I'm bored, I write, create something or go cycling.

I'm the enemy of your favorite master.
Bitch, who's your slave master again?


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Quote taken verbatim from a leading consumer tech blog & trendsetter (sic) here.

Only Two!

Then there's life,
Where 3 things reign-
Sex, Spirituality and Power
And You, can only have two,
The other necessarily wanes.
Wisely pick your lane,
As a car can only occupy so much.


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inspired by the awesome psytrance composition-
"Spiritual Connection" by Source Code and Illegal Substances (preview below)

Child

Child,

It's All

Relative.
But,
Even Futility
Has
Utility.


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if i should ever have to teach my child just one lesson
this should be it.

Mythical Cake

Right! You can definitely see it steam,
Hell no! You can even smell it if you like
Oh my! I used to taste one every Sunday
But if it's born a mythical cake? It definitely stays one.

We bake them in the head, we serve them
To those we'd love to behead.
"No, child don't believe that!"
Whatever happened to Saint Machiavelli?
"No, only money rules child"
It's a myth!

It's a pragmatic thing child
Myth has potency and utility
It's a myth!

Cakes with nine inch nails in them,
Cakes with bleeding rocks on them,
Cakes delivered by white bearded men on sleighs,
Cakes baked in cyclotrons with the unforgiving heat of
A Million PHDs
It's all a myth.

But it works!
Miracles happen child-
And it's all a myth!

Here's the ultimate myth child,
It doesn't matter which hill the stone rolls down;
If you can bake a cake so real it has taste to the ashy
Buds of reason, you'll have it as heavy as ballast in your hands, 

And only the calcified vaults of law would ever know how 

Many you'll bleed at your altar.

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Thanks to En-GeL for the perfect art concept and message!

Upon a Rock

I walked behind them, 
     Wanting to
            Tap into
                A bit of what wisdom they carried with them.

Strangers in my motherland,
Looking at
     Every Rock,
     Every exposed Earth!
Well, through their strange metallic EyEs, razor
Sharp precision exuding from behind them.

Then I was either illumined or totally dumbed when
One of the younger ones, trained the attention of his peers upon
One particular
     Facet
Of an elaborately weathered rock up 
On a hill, directly before us.

In a voice CloakeD in LEAD-heavy certainty, he spoke thus:
     The Africans,
     Wanted information
     To remain free!
I never slept again.

Purpose by Instinct

Everything within and without you, exists because you relate to it, you observe it.

Stop relating, stop observing it, deny it attention and it'll cease to be - 

But only relatively, because you are relative too.

When am gone, when every last observer is gone, the universe must cease to be.

But who would that last observer be but the First Observer?

Because, despite our relative nature and finiteness, there must necessarily be a First Observer, relative to whom everything else is the observed - even if that relative other is a part of itself.

When something ceases to be relative to the First Observer - meaning, the First Observer ceases to observe that thing, it necessarily ceases to exist - absolutely that is.

Will causes purpose

Purpose causes meaning

The highest will is the will to be

Being necessitates existence

Life is the realization of being

And thus demands the perpetuation of existence for as long as there is will to be.

The First Observe necessarily is - and thus requires no will, no purpose, no meaning to be.

But everything else does require will in order to be.

The highest will, which begets the highest purpose, which begets the highest meaning for the life of the finite being then, is the will to persist their relation to the First Observer for as long as is possible.

The longer that persistence, the closer to immortality and absoluteness a finite, relative being is.

In persisting their existence, a finite being approaches the nature of the Absolute, First Observer.

The purpose of life is to live (long), and if possible, beyond life.

This purpose is fundamental, instinctive, and likely to animate humanity and all relative beings for all eternity.
Its pursuit and actualization is definitely a fundamental right.

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This is a work in progress - possibly not to complete it, but to make it palatable for others too.

Upon a Creaking Bridge

Separation with matter, a fracturing of order and attachment

Tears or a moment of gushing, warm urine leaving us behind

The sound of soil raining on a dead casket or 

The fortunate spill of an ice-cold soda onto that blazing concrete floor.

Such a moment of mystical significance and awe

When bursting with emotion, the spirit glimpses into the potency of its own fate

A likelihood lurking behind dense uncertainty,

Of a singularity beyond which the illusion of matter gives way to pure essence-

A sense of self or the cold embrace of absolute truth.

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The story in that photograph is courtesy of the gifted eye of artist neon-sunrise

man is evolving

man is evolving, and he has to

in the beginning, man was in darkness - it was chaos, and there was no direction
man was controlled by nature herself.

man started to fear nature, and thus nature became his foe
man was controlled by his fear of nature.

man erected walls around himself - he set up authorities, kings and priests, to protect himself from himself
man was controlled by his own laws and reason.

safe from himself, man accumulated material wealth, and even hungered for more
man was controlled by his greed.

now man will learn the vanity of materialism and his own nature - man shall pursue a higher good
man shall be guided by that absolute light, to be found within and above the self.

Ketamine

I am Man

Spirit and Matter

On this realm

Defined and Limited

by the Biology Chemistry and Physics

of which I am not just the subject,

but an unsuspecting slave too.

There shall be those that seek to

progress within the realm of matter

Those beings, they shall advance in matters of matter

But their spirit shall lament in the darkest agony

They shall be Void.

There shall be those

Who, having experienced the grace

Shall forever seek to alter the laws

Working with Science and Faith

To break beyond matter, and again

Remain forever aware of Self with the One

They shall be God.

Death is to be feared by those

deluded into embracing the shadows

While the fire burns unattended behind them

Death is a Path

So, K is not a destination

Ketamine is a Clue.

Whosoever can't work with Spirit

Divinity has left behind
Not an answer, but a clue in Science.

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the divine art by DrDedlof

Breaking The Law

When viewed in an inertial reference frame, 

an object either is at rest or moves at a constant velocity, 

unless acted upon by an external force.

When I gazed upon the ceiling before me-

Stiff and still, hearing naught my breathe but my will

One thought, becoming One with the One, made me vibrate into an altered state

And naught remained still.

An internal thought

breaking the Law by which it is naught bound

The apple drops, and it occurs to me how thought transcends matter.

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mystical art from Alansdreamscapes

A Curse and The Gifts

Mine mind cannot rise to the contemplation of The Deity,
whom nothing approaches in sublimity,
unless it be entirely disengaged from mine senses, and of this-
 in mine present life, art naturally incapable.

To answer question with question-
That is the curse of mine reason!
Whomever decides to trek down this lane,
Shall forever be lost in that labyrinth, and
 thine tombstone shall bare symbolic insanity, incompleteness and paradox.

Mine silence and faith,
 mere gifts from grace,
Heal mine mind, and quicken I unto mysteries incomprehensible.

Divine moments of truth have come to pass,
 while lost to sense and reason,
In whose deathening embrace, I've dissolved into The One.



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the epic art from Technochrist

Getting Up, Walking...

God is my witness

The fortress undone,

My age-old fear no longer has shelter

And I can finally start to learn to let go

Finally learn to be free

Learn to lose myself - get lost!

Like those mysteries surpassing the limits of our waking senses

Those manifestations that the tongue can't circumscribe

There's a Truth in the ether tonight

By tears, because it hurts

But with Will, because it creates

Am now on the path...

To the destination, a mystery

Willing to become One with God

Nor more shall I fear death

Because death bares life anew

Nor more should she cry

Because emotions merely entrap motion towards Truth

Nor more shall I dwell in that Past

For tonight, I start the Great Work.

Real Phobia

If you must protect yourself

If you must decide which phobias knock on your door

If you must have a real foe

Fear the man

Fear the man that uses Science

Fear the man that uses Science Against You.

The True Sorcerer

The True Magician

The True Devil

Is a Beast

of Exact Science

All your other phobias

All your other phobias are Illusions

Your Imagination

By an exact natural science

Is your greatest enemy

Now you know

Now you know your foe

Victory is nigh

A brave new race

A fearless man is Nigh


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The Exceptional Art from Hobbitato

Eternal Rock and Roll

Important and Powerful

Happy and Prosperous

Beautiful and Pacific

The Rocks made People

Hard as the hardest hard

On being rare and pure

Was placed the authority of kings and queens

Such aesthetic qualities only nature could bestow

Blood was shed

Gods were fed

And

Crowns were made

We exchanged roots for rock & roll

Metal for meat

Gold for god

Paper for our Person!

Nothing to exchange, and we've lost it all

I swear upon the kaffiyeh I don't wear

If rhapsodomancy divines thus

The only wealth you'll have tomorrow 

Is naught but the rare rock in your lair


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lovely art from dori

Slaves of a System

You are dependent, You have sacrificed

Your freedom

Money money money money

Money being the diamond-strong yoke of our day

By money we are born, by money we die

Such blindness that's made us volunteer our souls into the arms of the beast.

But a day of sunshine there is for those

Who realizing their ominous day, exercise their will and bile to finally let go-

Freedom awaits those few souls that shall live life for its own sake

The strength of the yoke overcome by the omnipotence of simply letting go.

All your gospels having been transformed to sell you into slavery! But here's your secret-

Do what thou will - that shall be the whole of the law

And alone shall it bring you ultimate freedom

Focus on that which you truly love, and pursue it to its utmost perfection

The paper out of the way, purse everything as if it was its own reward

Die if you must die, live if life it should be!

That alone shall be the way of the omnipotent adept - the one that shall steer free of

Invented chains, and having beaten the system, become its controller - not wanted but wanted

Welcome to the doors of ultimate occult truth, enter legions of the one true will.

Turi and The Necessary Insanity

   Turi was not your surreal beautiful and smart  girl,
She was distinctly exquisite and
In fact, she could easily be sat next to any silicon prince
And nothing on the outside would readily nullify that.
   Raised on a staple diet of nobility,
The progeny of modern-day elitism
Few didn't envy the curse she bore
They were all rational and empty!
   There were many like her-
Adorable piles of structure and perfection
Dressed in suits of tar and pageant pinks
Walking in rectified queues to their capitalist cubicles of reward,
Others boiling with frustration and
Politely hurling insults at the procrastination beast lurking in the road towards their promised nirvana.
   But Turi was wrong!
She was not adorable!
She was not precious!
Turi was not gifted and neither did she churn marvels.
She was no more human than the man walking ahead of her!
She was the lovely girl everyone knew and loved,
And she went to bed that one night, anticipating the start of yet another revolution of the Big and familiar Cog.

Tu ri woke u p the next morning to a seemingly sto ch ast i cfate
Only to never realize Turi moulted overnight into an embracing enigmatic hysteria
We never noticed nor acknowledged the extension of her flux ion back then
And maybe, never will.
   Bred on stoical dreams of her old overlords,
She'd never experienced tears of the emerging sybl
At once broken yet joined in her pain.
The fetus of emotion inside of her shattered the reflection in her mirror!
The cataclysm was ripe, having met the other side thus.
   You should have followed me to that scene on the morning Turi became human
What'd remained of her pony-tails standing on end like polarized ferrous nails
Attempting to scream sense back into the jagged princess scattered all over her bedroom floor
You can only imagine what drama it was when her phone's Siri synchronized with her now waning sanity
Auto-magically invoking a sinister amen-break into her blaring speakers.
   Not about to risk loosing it's 9th aether,
The feline beauty, now thrice scathed fled thru her window into the morning sun outside
Turi looked on in aghast awe as her little beast landed 4 floors to the bottom
Chaos had finally proven fit for survival, and celebrating the super-human she'd now become
She followed suit thru the window, to meet her darling fate.
   Neither the students of Freud nor those of Jung have been able to successfully reproduce her metamorphosis
But we all envy and adore the hand behind those few undefiled, unstolen pastels at the Turi Memorial
And even our best Field Medalists can only scratch the surface of her post-transcendent algebras in the diaries she left behind,
Wondering as to what sort of entity possessed her form, on the day she alighted from her chaste and elite self
To become one of the most celebrated insanities of all time.
   16 years she stayed in the ward that came to bare her name,
And the one thing she always spoke into the tiny black cassette recorder was
"Turi is a hu mAn now".


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The Awesome Art all from Saccstry (here and here).
The Sick and Genius music from +Kikaruu Namba (Datakineta).

Giving Birth to the Übermensch

First I shall strip myself of the fear
Outgrow memories of a dark and empty christian past
And take me and the mother to a serene Savannah,

Occasionally facing our pride on this delightful voyage chosen thus.

It shall be a 9 months of perspiration and revelation
As I shake my own apriori foundations
Ensuring we both survive the stormy dialectic
A requirement for all with the übermensch potentiality


Am not sure it will cry or just die
But I shall smile on the minute it is born
For a novel and rewarding problem shall have been born
Not for a God uncaring below nor above
But for a man and woman with vision and immaculate love for their new born


Survive it must if indeed it is
For even the frail can not be saved from their own will to death
I shall probably become that parent I've dreamt-
Even though dreams are not to be trusted, the symbols therein I give respect thus

The übermensch must not be slave to our dead fantasies
And it shall at once have the freedom to play, dream and create

Hunting down gnomes and salamanders in the ruins of Atlantis

Constructing legos in the hope of warping space-time

Or merry-making with princes in the gardens of Oz.
I shall nevertheless sneak in Zermelo-Fraenkel and the other 39 axioms beside the cot

As the übermensch must awaken to a certain path 

As long as they haven't become yet

In that regard, I shall be limiting.


Oh hell no! There shall be no nose in its will to become
And if I should see that social beast lurk in the shadows-
Plotting the means to cast its spell of the herd,
I shall personally arise from my casket unlike my Transylvanian brethren
And whether be it noon or the hour of the crying banshee
Drive the stake through them so as to severe the passion between their soul and demon!


I shall impart my teaching be I dead or living:
That truth is relative for the finite, and only absolute for the infinite
Utility lies in the approximate, masters own their formula
Consistency drinks it's curse,
As being consistent and complete is inherently void

Behind, with, ahead and eventually over!

To fly is to grok reason and emotion my child.
Avoid rhetoric, and don't stupidly abstain against nature's laws

God is Dead, but the useful symbol remains
Create your own Gods or men will choke you with theirs

The immortal you seek are those who've embraced death
If your father and mother were humans
Be proud at last.

Work?

What is the essence, where is the form?
They ask me the where, but not why I work!

Today, I shall gather my tools and craft
Study reflections in each of them
And I shall know truth of what work really is.

2

2 is a number!
Thrust you out of your slumber?
Or is this insipid like unsalted cucumber?

2's an idea
Tangible Intangible!
Tingling, chiseling, sprinkling the mind!
Weaning me on dishes of space and time!

2 is abstract
Not your lemon extract
So gather all your fears!
In obscurity we trust

2 is either true
Need some truth to attach to!
A bird in blue hue I was taught to look up to!