the hanged man in destiny's hands

The folk story of the Dragon in the Cave is universal. The scenario runs as follows. A Dragon takes up residence in a cave near human habitations and begins to terrorize the countryside. In order to bring an end to the killing and destruction, the rural inhabitants appeal to the Dragon for mercy and leniency. Negotiations are undertaken between humans and Dragon and a compromise is reached. If the villagers regularly select a virgin female as a sacrifice, offering the same at selected intervals for the Dragon’s sustenance, the Dragon agrees to spare the others. The virgin is to be tied to a stake at the mouth of the cave and left there for the monster to collect. When he is peckish, he emerges from his cavern and eats her whole. This is the story that has come down to us.

As these women were themselves the fountains, like Sheba in the Song of Solomon, we are led to the further conclusion that the courtship ritual was bound up within the Starfire cycle, a magical fairy rite so secret that no human would have been permitted to attend anyway, making the idea that either men were "mortal" untenable. Throughout history and in any of its forms, Starfire was reserved for Queens and Kings alone, and the only true Queens and Kings are those of the fairy, Dragon blood.

To have met the women ’at the fountain’ was to have engaged in the most intimate and profound magical intercourse with them, forbidden to those outside the holy race. The reference to the fountains indicate that both the couples were involved in a special form of alchemical relationship which was common before marriage amongst the Dragon royalty, and so they all knew each other intimately prior to wedding, perhaps for some years, from the point where, as girls, both Pressina and her daughter in their turns were serving as "fountains" or Grail Maidens, up until the time when they were physiologically in their marriageable prime, as Dragon Queens, capable of bearing children without too many complications.

As a maiden of the Grail Maelasanu corresponds to the Page of Cups and to her is attributed by Joseph Maxwell the sign of the swastika, which he, writing in the last century, confirms to be representative of sexually derived energy. in other words Starfire. in the French Tarot Maxwell describes the Page holds a Grail from which emerges the swastika or, as we know it, the vortex, which either emits or draws life energy. This echoes the layout of Maelasanu’s maze garden as the swastika and the symbol of the procession being drawn into the vortex or Sumaire, or her energy being projected from it as it exudes from her fairy fountain.

The "vampire" was born with a higher potential for perception, transcendence and intelligence. Although operating on a higher base line in these areas than other species, the vampire race in their own perception of their everyday psychological and physiological condition, occupied a functional norm and walked a thin tightrope between their own mundanity, which for others would be perceived as being transcendent, and an even higher state of being.

Because of the neurophysiologic variations, achieving such a state would be quite a straightforward matter of ingesting certain neurotransmitters and hormones within the correct environmental conditions. Having so many more synapses and axons to accommodate these chemicals than other human beings, just a slight push could send them over the edge of their accepted reality and into another level of the universe.

A new reality manifests itself, the brain becomes sensitized to the chemical phenomena that accompanies the revolution in perception and this new state becomes the norm, the base line. To maintain it Starfire as a ritual must be continued. There is now a new physiological requirement that must be met that is beyond human understanding, because human beings are blessedly bereft of the dormant brain tackle that has now fully kicked in and has become addicted to La Fontaine de Soif.

The Æsir said Fenrir would quickly tear apart a thin silken strip, noting that Fenrir earlier broke great iron binds, and added that if Fenrir wasn't able to break slender Gleipnir then Fenrir is nothing for the gods to fear, and as a result would be freed. Fenrir responded:

"If you bind me so that I am unable to release myself, then you will be standing by in such a way that I should have to wait a long time before I got any help from you. I am reluctant to have this band put on me. But rather than that you question my courage, let someone put his hand in my mouth as a pledge that this is done in good faith."[14]

With this statement, all of the Æsir look to one another, finding themselves in a dilemma. Everyone refused to place their hand in Fenrir's mouth until Týr put out his right hand and placed it into the wolf's jaws. When Fenrir kicked, Gleipnir caught tightly, and the more Fenrir struggled, the stronger the band grew. At this, everyone laughed, except Týr, who there lost his right hand. When the gods knew that Fenrir was fully bound, they took a cord called Gelgja (Old Norse "fetter")[15] hanging from Gleipnir, inserted the cord through a large stone slab called Gjöll (Old Norse "scream"),[16] and the gods fastened the stone slab deep into the ground. After, the gods took a great rock called Thviti (Old Norse "hitter, batterer"),[17] and thrust it even further into the ground as an anchoring peg. Fenrir reacted violently; he opened his jaws very wide, and tried to bite the gods. Then the gods thrust a sword into his mouth. Its hilt touched the lower jaw and its point the upper one; by means of it the jaws of the wolf were spread apart and the wolf gagged. Fenrir "howled horribly," saliva ran from his mouth, and this saliva formed the river Ván (Old Norse "hope").[18] There Fenrir will lie until Ragnarök. Gangleri comments that Loki created a "pretty terrible family" though important, and asks why the Æsir did not just kill Fenrir there since they expected great malice from him. High replies that "so greatly did the gods respect their holy places and places of sanctuary that they did not want to defile them with the wolf's blood even though the prophecies say that he will be the death of Odin."[19]

The wolf's unrelenting howls led to a sword being shoved between his jaws, the hilt keeping his mouth wide, silencing him until the time of Ragnarök. Then and only then would Fenrir see freedom. The shaking of the earth and the uprooting of mountains would tear Gleipnir apart, unleashing the wolf on Odin, enabling him to swallow the chief of the gods whole.

This would be the beginning of the end of the Æsir. The Prose Edda dictates that Fenrir's two sons, Sköll and Hatstock crapóðvitnisson, would follow in the footsteps of their father, swallowing the sun and the moon respectively, destroying the stars and all essence of time. Only after all this had occurred would Fenrir be killed by Odin's son Víðarr. Fenrir’s jaws which were kept silent for so long would finally be torn apart by Víðarr's foot stretching his mouth. Shortly after, the worlds of the Æsir would be consumed and a new world would rise in its place.

you speak like one who could make sense of this, but still I wonder if you would find meaning to be likened to or dissimilar from mine


Amidst the cricket cacophony chattering spree
An alchemist met marriage daydream's shattering me
To ash among dunes slung under bridge where we lived free
When web spun thickest dung pheromone bone thrown then they flee
The rats in cage waging final bet for debt pending
A key to lock unseen beginning final ending

Plip-plop ripples o'er infinite sea stuttering say
Stop wasting simple momentary lapses of grey
Displayed in seasons' passing ticking toxic strands 'way
Good grief the fief when wounded dragon finds cross'd fae
Who seeks the king encircling new ring below his crown
Adorned so born thorn'd throne made mute to welcome gown

Shadow below to sow sea foam frothing darkness glow
Over clothed million suns great father undone to show
Gaia as witness rising woken barely blinking
Thinking I'm dreaming dare I tempt lucidity now
Hearing heartbeat bearing black Luna's unwound sinking
Believing beast of burdensome bondage caged in brow

Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose

And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ringed Cup where no one knows

But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields

And still a Garden by the Water blows.



And look-a thousand Blossoms with the Day

Woke-and a thousand scatter'd into Clay

And the first Summer month that brings the Rose

Shall take Jamshyd and Kai Kubad away.



But come with old Khayyam, and leave the lot

Of Kai Kubad and Kai Khosrau forgot. . .

What then were Jamshyd or Kai Khusrau? To the simple, a magic image, a fable. To those who understood, a reflection of Time itself, obviously one of its major aspects. They could be recognized under many names in many places, even conflicting allusions. It was always the same myth, and that was enough. It expressed the laws of the universe, in that specific language, the language of Time. This was the way to talk about the cosmos.



All that is living reality, sub specie transeuntis, has a tale, as it appears in awesome, or appalling, or comforting aspects, in the "fearful symmetry" of tigers or theorems, or stars in their courses, but always alive to the soul. It is a play of transmutations which include us, ruled by Time, framed in the eternal forms. A thought ruled by Time can be expressed only in myth. When mythical languages were universal and self-explanatory, thought was also self-sufficient. It could seek no explanation of itself in other terms, for it was reality expressed as living. As Goethe said, "Alles Vergangliche ist nur ein Gleichnis."

But in the West, where the continuity of cosmic processes as told by myth has been forgotten--along with the knowledge that gods are stars--the very same revenge is given great importance because it is an unrepeated event accomplished by one figure, whether hero or god, and this hero or god is, moreover, understood to be the creation of some imaginative poet. The introduction of Indian tradition makes it possible to rediscover the context in which such characters as Saxo's Amlethus, such typically unlucky fellows as Kullervo, have significance. Once it is fully realized that "the day Krishna shall have departed from the earth will be the first of the Kali Yuga," the proper perspective is established. Our hero stands precisely on the threshold between a closed age and a new Time Zero. In fact, he closes the old one.

Heisenberg:
"The space in which man's spiritual being develops is in a different dimension from that in which it was moving in previous centuries."

Great. There's all this construction space in the "Z" axis. That's how what you call "magic" works - we construct something there and stamp it in with a hammer.

When you write something online, you are contributing it to physical substance. Consciousness doesn't obey the speed of light, it exists all at once. If you can't change it, create it.

When you go online, humans are hit with numerous social strokes and dopamine hits. Maybe you guys come here, and most people go to Facebook or Instagram or whatever, but everybody wants their likes and follows. I'm not saying that's why people come here. But drama and karma and bans all exist. There is popularity involved.

And there's the meme, you know the one. The one where you are the one, which is an awesome dopamine hit. But it's a waste of time, same thing as collecting likes. You could have a thousand people all calling you the reincarnation of maitreya, but it would do literally no good.

There is - well, there's something we could all do which would be really awesome, which would be to discuss metaphysical ideas and direct the construction of our "new myths". We could use this forum to connect with people that might actually be able to communicate on the same level as us and create new ideas. Instead of being scared about all the energy wars, we could make breakthroughs of thought.

Are people afraid to talk about the energy wars?

not this one. why do you think of the conduction as war?

In my experience there is more than one conduction. There are definitely many conductions going on. I don't think that they are all necessarily counterproductive. But there is one particular conduction I am thinking about. Well two, but I am only willing to talk publicly about one of them.

The energy is obvious when it is flaring. You can see the receivers pop up in different threads and react to it, but I rarely see it constructively entertained. Some experience it as a very hostile conduction. I once did. But I see it as a braid that everybody wants to claim, so people are protective of their genius.

Personally, I do not feel at war with the energy. I'm, well, relenting to it. It's more of a siren at the moment for me.

The boy comes to the city from the desert because there is no water.
There is no water. What comes out of the faucet makes him ill.
There's a girl giving away apples
Nobody wants her fruit. They don't really seem to notice or care.

Spoiler: they come together for one moment to create the living water. This is how it is supposed to be. He is not feeding off of her water, he is experiencing it through an act of love. Even though it is merely a transitory passing, two strangers share a soul.

some types of batteries actually perform better with more exercise.

You're supposed to work them till they're dry to get the most out of them. Still, all batteries have a finite number of charges. It creates a dilemma sometimes, when you need full battery life but you don't have the time to drain it first.

(b) The fact that the possession and ability to handle techniques and
skills of this kind calls for a degree of intellectual acuity above the
ordinary, and the exercise of intelligence and a command of language
on a different plane, so that there can be no communication
at ordinary human level. Thus secrecy results from the nature of
the thing kept secret, and is not necessarily imposed by those who
know.

Heisenberg:
"The space in which man's spiritual being develops is in a different dimension from that in which it was moving in previous centuries."

Great. There's all this construction space in the "Z" axis. That's how what you call "magic" works - we construct something there and stamp it in with a hammer.

When you write something online, you are contributing it to physical substance. Consciousness doesn't obey the speed of light, it exists all at once. If you can't change it, create it.

When you go online, humans are hit with numerous social strokes and dopamine hits. Maybe you guys come here, and most people go to Facebook or Instagram or whatever, but everybody wants their likes and follows. I'm not saying that's why people come here. But drama and karma and bans all exist. There is popularity involved.

And there's the meme, you know the one. The one where you are the one, which is an awesome dopamine hit. But it's a waste of time, same thing as collecting likes. You could have a thousand people all calling you the reincarnation of maitreya, but it would do literally no good.

There is - well, there's something we could all do which would be really awesome, which would be to discuss metaphysical ideas and direct the construction of our "new myths". We could use this forum to connect with people that might actually be able to communicate on the same level as us and create new ideas. Instead of being scared about all the energy wars, we could make breakthroughs of thought.

Are people afraid to talk about the energy wars?

Heisenberg:
"The space in which man's spiritual being develops is in a different dimension from that in which it was moving in previous centuries."

Great. There's all this construction space in the "Z" axis. That's how what you call "magic" works - we construct something there and stamp it in with a hammer.

When you write something online, you are contributing it to physical substance. Consciousness doesn't obey the speed of light, it exists all at once. If you can't change it, create it.

When you go online, humans are hit with numerous social strokes and dopamine hits. Maybe you guys come here, and most people go to Facebook or Instagram or whatever, but everybody wants their likes and follows. I'm not saying that's why people come here. But drama and karma and bans all exist. There is popularity involved.

And there's the meme, you know the one. The one where you are the one, which is an awesome dopamine hit. But it's a waste of time, same thing as collecting likes. You could have a thousand people all calling you the reincarnation of maitreya, but it would do literally no good.

There is - well, there's something we could all do which would be really awesome, which would be to discuss metaphysical ideas and direct the construction of our "new myths". We could use this forum to connect with people that might actually be able to communicate on the same level as us and create new ideas. Instead of being scared about all the energy wars, we could make breakthroughs of thought.

Are people afraid to talk about the energy wars?

Cool thread op, i see you recently joined. What made you join here?