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#61
The biggest tragedy is that people think I'm larping about the angles and the demons and the ones that kick like mules will have the biggest hardship. Have faith, no matter what comes.


#62
(07-31-2025, 11:05 PM)Sirius Wrote: The biggest tragedy is that people think I'm larping about the angles and the demons and the ones that kick like mules will have the biggest hardship.

Can you describe this hardship exactly?

Tell me, o seer, what the jackasses and mules are in for by not listening to your vague prattle.
#63
(07-31-2025, 11:12 PM)AlroyFarms Wrote: Can you describe this hardship exactly?

Tell me, o seer, what the jackasses and mules are in for by not listening to your vague prattle.


and banish fear
You give life and health,
you bind wounds and heal ills.
Holy hand,
soothes wounds and pain.
healing goddess,
Gentle, holy Ear,
and banish fear.
#64
(07-31-2025, 11:12 PM)AlroyFarms Wrote: Can you describe this hardship exactly?

Tell me, o seer, what the jackasses and mules are in for by not listening to your vague prattle.

Quote: "If you treat people like donkeys, they will perform like donkeys." John Whitmore

Q: When do donkeys start kicking?

AI: "Donkeys use their powerful back legs to protect their hindquarters and offspring against predators. They also kick to defend their territory and establish dominance over other donkeys or species. In some circumstances, donkeys may also kick in response to pain."

Are people kicking back a sign of the times?
"The only journey is the one within."
#65
(08-01-2025, 06:33 AM)quintessentone Wrote: Are people kicking back a sign of the times?

No clue until OP spells out what hardship fate befalls a stubborn jackass like me.

Or is it just more self-important rhetoric?
#66
“To those who dare to muse.” This dedication by Jack Katz to his readers captures the spirit of his art.

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I went to Palo Alto; the leaves from our golden tree covered the pathways and the yard as if gilded by a mysterious artist. The Sun cast a precious glow over the area. I gathered a handful of the golden leaves I’ll take to Normandy.

Earlier, I’d read in New Scientist (5 Oct. 2013 issue, p.33) that 12,000-year-old ruins of an amphitheater had been found at Wadi Faynan, hinting at the erection of cultural monuments even before agriculture. A new theory suggests that ritual came first and that agricultural societies arose out of a nomadic past, as a byproduct of people gathering for ritual feasts at communal centers. I must ask Claudine if there’s any dating of the structures in the Tassili.

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This morning, Flamine and I took a brisk walk up to a service at Grace Cathedral, and this afternoon, to a concert of the American Bach soloists: a Lutheran Mass and the Orchestral suite in C Major, but the second part was a Viennese ‘pastry’: Hercules at the Crossroads, a mythological piece where the hero must choose between vice and virtue. (How boring!)

Colm has issued an interesting memo building on his notion of ‘Rosetta Stones,’ which are similar to my own ‘Golden Keys,’ instances when the phenomenon reveals its inner mechanism.

Federico thinks that we have free will but only when we apply our consciousness to a hard decision. Oberon said the same thing this afternoon. The most important goddess in his view is Hecate, who stands at the fork in the road holding two torches, leaving us the choice of the path to take.

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On our latest visit to our Santa Cruz friends, Oberon handed to me The Wizard and the Witch by John Sulak, a well-documented history of the Church of All Worlds. It made me realize, and cherish, my long association with that clever band. It also made me aware of their travails and peregrinations, and the uphill battle against traditional society upset with any creative lifestyle.

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Whatever his source of inspiration, he’s kept a lot of energy (climbing stairs without difficulty, walking as fast as I do) and he works non-stop, classical music playing all the time. Chausson is his favorite today, especially Chanson Perpétuelle.

Back in San Francisco, I tried to clear up some confusion. My friends get upset when we review statements that humans are being conditioned. For one thing, that first ‘breakthrough idea’ has been known for a long time, not from some anonymous ‘Source S.’ The conditioning has been suspected and described since the days of the Invisible College, with Fred Beckman and Douglass Price-Williams, and we verified that the pattern of UFO waves functioned as a schedule of reinforcement.

Later, I showed the group the new computer tools of historical vocabulary investigation from Google, called n-grams. Chris Aubeck and I now use those to determine how the meaning of certain expressions changed over the last 200 years; the use of words like meteors, bolides, and aerolites has evolved, and that must also be taken into account to avoid mistakes in searches of online libraries.

When asked where we go after we die, he stated that death doesn’t mean going anywhere. “We’re already there,” he told us, “but we don’t realize it because of this body, the instrument through which we experience the world. When we leave it behind, I think we keep our identity, but we’re just one more source for the higher spirits. They experience the world through our individual lives.”

Reading Manly Hall’s Secret Teachings of All Ages, I see: “Is the gratification of curiosity a motive sufficient to warrant the devotion of an entire lifetime to a dangerous and unprofitable pursuit?”

“Not just worried,” Kit remarked. “In my case, I don’t want any more government affiliation, too many soap operas. Unless they tell me I can have access somewhere, or read actual autopsy reports, I’m no longer interested in chasing this stuff.” A wise man, yet I disagree. I will go on “chasing this stuff.”



#67
(07-30-2025, 02:19 PM)sahgwa Wrote: yes yod is symbol for nail but in this case we are leaving it out of the word for nail. ironically enough :D

a radioactive paste applied to stone to weaken it and make it pliable hmm

I'm still intrigued by this story, seems very specific for a parable. Yod, nail I think's it's meant in the destructive sense
 
Quote:Ashmedai said to him: It has not been entrusted to me, but to the Prince of the Sea. He has given it to a certain bird, which preserves it for use in cleaving rocks. It is called the wild rooster (dukhifat).

They sought out the bird's nest, placed a piece of glass over it, and when the bird returned and could not enter, it brought the shamir and placed it upon the glass.

Blocking somethings path that comes from the sea, or who was the Prince of the Sea? There must be some kind of practice, it's just weird to completely make this up. The temple mound also sounds interesting, wonder if there is some demons jars in there

.btw fire ritual+mediation did great things for candles and incense. Depends on intent as always. You have to go through the full cycle over hours with the fire. For the mediation you can go up or down, I think Jack flew into the sun. Both ways contain the usual horrors and tests..integration takes a while


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#68
(07-27-2025, 01:45 PM)Sirius Wrote: Right so...that should do it.... ahahahahahah mischief   [Image: https://denyignorance.com//images/addsmi...thulhu.gif]

William Blake was born in London on November 28, 1757, to James, a hosier, and Catherine Blake. Two of his six siblings died in infancy. From early childhood, Blake spoke of having visions—at four he saw God “put his head to the window”; around age nine, while walking through the countryside, he saw a tree filled with angels.
https://poets.org/poet/william-blake

The Angel

I dreamt a dream!  What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;


With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.


...just have to...pause..do something here *bash* *bash* *clank* *clank* ...

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[Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReXzIbU-FpE]

I enjoy your prose, and it is evocative and entertaining.  I also like your images.   I think you have a lot of talent.   I choose not to judge that which might be characterized as "demonic".   We all invoke our own symbology, and those symbols change over time, they are not static, because the subconcious is not static.  I think we use our avatars as a means of communication, to tell others about ourselves.  

My avatar says that I love a woman to the end of my life, and she feels the same, expressed through an imagine of iguanas, one of my totems.  

"Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears".   


Brilliant, mate.   Well done.
"Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.   Be kind.  Always".   -  Darielys Tejera/Spc. Douglas Jay Green/Robin Williams

"Pseudoscience, depending for its “truth” on consensus, is deeply hostile to challenge."   - Rael Jean Isaac
#69
It ain't the demons 'out there' that are problematic. I have 'em for breakfast. 

It's when they combine with the stunted hearts of men and women who crave attention and elevated importance. 

As I've been saying, it's the humans y'all need to worry about. Even demons follow rules. The human abandons all respect for anything and anyone but themselves.

Wanna villify someone? Look in the freaking mirror first with stark honesty, instead of imagined adoration.
#70
(08-01-2025, 04:45 PM)argentus Wrote: I enjoy your prose, and it is evocative and entertaining.  I also like your images.   I think you have a lot of talent.   I choose not to judge that which might be characterized as "demonic".   We all invoke our own symbology, and those symbols change over time, they are not static, because the subconcious is not static.  I think we use our avatars as a means of communication, to tell others about ourselves.  

My avatar says that I love a woman to the end of my life, and she feels the same, expressed through an imagine of iguanas, one of my totems.  

"Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears".   


Brilliant, mate.   Well done.

Gratitude for the kind words. This thread is mostly Jacques for inspiration, it's going to take for ever to get through his journal and the fairies keeps chasing me! I think it's coming along nicely and will end it when I'm done with his book