to the Dogs

To return to the sensitive 

letting the numbness of cold thaw away

The pain and pangs of feeling

a sloughing of callousness

Settle a warm kindle

place your hands where light can see them

those mittens on the kittens

large eyes and the dancing orange about the crucible

alive but its mouth silently opens

cat calls and rolling tender

tinder, like the beginning 

brought forth by day

the amnesia of sleeping birth

held in mysteries of photographic memories

not of your owning, never of your taking

an inheritance, a heredity we share

sympathies to mysteries

fantasies to realities

the games of creation

the order of chaos

I watched as she receded in the period known vulgarly as death. She went retrograde, descalating in complexity down to child, infant, stasis, then essence. The images flashed as memories, hauntings, pleasures, gifts, and sorrows. All transitions blurring. To hang on to pain and suffering for the dying inner child to deal with, is cruelty. May I be forgiven for what I have done, and given strength to tend all that is left to do. Preparing not for death, but blessing the essence as it transforms back into the gift.

Hand of glory

my son just said my nipples look like old chicken.

Now he says that was not the correct phrasing. He apparently said, "fried chicken nipples"

He says these look more like it:

minus the swelling.

dick beaters.

Panspermia

Visions of a bleak future world.

What are we left? Can't we see

Unholy pylons stretch across black deserts,

Mankind's reward for his greed.

We'll find the meaning and the goodness in this life.

Through all atrocities and wickedness and strife, Love is stronger than death.

For eternity.

Down to my first breath. Strange aeons. Even death will die. For eternity. For eternity.

Universe 'B' can be seen.

A pre-upheaval migration came. Dreamers that dream the same dream. Underpopulated regions where we live

While the last battle raged.

And paper money means nothing here. Far from the worker bee stage The colony partied all through the night

Down to my first breath.

Through all atrocities and wickedness and strife, We'll find the meaning and the goodness in this life. Love is stronger than death. Strange aeons.

Even death will die.

Universe B:KG. Man has evoked certain energies, and therefore certain entities, the nature of which he is ignorant, and for confrontation with which he is almost totally unprepared...

Pan's Spermia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panspermia
Panspermia is a hypothesis proposing that microscopic life forms that can survive the effects of space, such asextremophiles, become trapped in debris that is ejected into space after collisions between planets and small Solar System bodies that harbor life...

As “First Contact” describes, humans have imagined and longed for the existence of life in the skies and space beyond Earth for untold centuries. Some of the best scientific minds in the world, using some of the most advanced technology around, are now engaged in an unprecedented effort to find signs of that extraterrestrial biology. If they succeed (or is it when?), our own world will change forever...


Got Rhys' lomographic camera. Haven't given it to him yet. He got his cruiser though:

He loves this board. Success. :)

We also got him a dog. Here is some back story with Rhys and dogs...When he was three and we lived in Hawaii, I convinced his mom to get a pup. We went to the pound and got some little pit mix pup. It was chewing shit up and piddling on the floor. Then it got annoyed at the three year old over food and frightened rhys' mom. She made us take the puppy back the next day. Rhys wept. crying for his pup. It broke my heart and I was so angry at his mom. 

So leaving the guilt on her hahaha....

Rhys and I went to a local shelter and he picked this cute pup out. A terrier mix that was brought to Spokane from LA as a last chance attempt. We got him (Fitzhugh) and brought him home. My weiner dog, Austin, loved him. They played and then I told Rhys to take Fitz out. He ditched and we never caught him. Gone. Another dog for a day. Rhys may or may not have cried. 

This was Friday. We have not seen him and worried for days. Until:

I checked the dog jails:

Little shit. Rhys hates the nickname I have given him:

Fitzhugh= Fuckhugh. 

We are relieved. Don't get locked up on Fridays or holiday weekends.

The Epilogue

"Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm..." Liber Resh

The place on land "proventially set apart for dance-houses, doxies and tapsters..." -Melville


The Land of Khem where the City of pyramids dwell. The brackish mire of Fiddler's green where the five rivers converge. The great mouth shored with corpses poised as teeth, where the Aghori feed. The beaches of Nastrond.

The Seventh soul: Remains

The ferryman brings me to the pools of reflection. The five rivers spill into a spiraling mirror the bloods of hatred, sulphers of pain, the cloudy sediments of forgetful dreaming, the burning caustic alcohol of passion, the wailing salty tears of the sirens, circling in seven. Then bestowing the seven virtues.

The Sixth soul: Mirrors and Memory

The vision above. The field hospital at the edges of the delta. Western bank. Staring through a thatched roof. Sunlight pouring in. A hawk and a carrion turn above me.

Harris Hawk

Carrion Crow

23. and it came to pass that there arose a mist of darkness, yea, even an exceedingly great mist of darkness, insomuch that they who had commenced in the path did lose their way, that they wandered off and were lost. (1 Nephi 8:23)

23. I am alone: there is no God where I am. (The Book of the Law)

The Fifth soul: My Shadow

In the door stood my shadow. Motioning me to rise and follow. In the moonlight through the tall grass and reeds. A reed flute plays and the sounds the cries of the Canidae. The tapetum lucidum beads weave between silhouettes and fog.

The Fourth Soul: Maat

 The slenderman takes me to the white door of twilight and the black monolith of the unknown. Here my heart is weighed by the feathers of the raptor and carrion. Winne Ah Pook holds the scale.  He stands between the crossroads at the gate and motions me to come through the middle path, between severity and mercy. A gang of teckles join along side me: Toosweet and Dutchess, Brianna and Brandie Dawn, Biscuit and Raggamuffin...I smile and move forward.

The Third Soul: My Holy Guardian Angel

Its headed undulating forms. Canidae, foxes, Jackles...The Ganeshian nose of a tapir. a reed flute in one hand, a red and black necklace, a bag of toys. Multiple arms. The tusks of a pig. It holds a chalice of warm poppy milk. Upon its chest an hourglass shape. Eyes of a black widow. A kind face filled with humor.

The androgynous features of strength and love form its chest.

Behind it's towering body glows bright.

Hecate

The Second Soul: Shakti and the DNA

The first Soul: E.S. Fox, Mikhale, Dad, Son, Brother, Lover, AnuExu, ...Bindu. The Ghost Note.

This is my book. This is my film. Don't mean to spoil it for you, but in the end He dies. Then goes on to the Western lands.... Universe B?

Universal Wave Function by Martin Silvertant

post nubian

awwww I want friend, Nubian Dwarf.

awww, kunekune

Went tonight and watched Krampus at the theater with Jay and Rhys. Good time. Night before last I had a wonderful conversation with my son regarding the shells and Holy Guardian Angels. A moment that really will stay with me. I had to thank the higher for that opportunity.

A few years back, Rhys and I celebrated Krampus by making costumes and prowling around my moms place. We had to explain the mythos and his mother was not pleased. :)

A friend said that there is a tibetan practice involving meditating on the nature of your ideal partnership or relationship. The thought of being with a partner involved with Thelema didn't cross my mind. It centers at the core of what I live for and I didn't make that connection until much later. The consideration requires little in terms of reasoning. In truth, it revolves more around the illogical joys of the Thelemic practice.

peace unto you God.

majnūn and cartomancy

Wraiths. The Governors. 

The Jinn are below the Angelic.

The Era Vulgaris dating system has 52 weeks. 

52 cards for every week in traditional playing cards. 13 cards are featured in different suits to depict the thirteen lunar months and each suit for each season. The red for warmth and feminine and black for cold masculine. 

The ace of spade for the Winter Solstice, the ace of club for Vernal Equinox, the ace of heart for Summer Solstice, and the ace of diamond for Autumnal Equinox. 

Learning poker strategies. Gambling can seem ego reinforcing too the irreverent. Powerful to the deluded. 

These cards come from an older providence.

 What the fuck ever. I am maya. 

George and the Apaches would drop the death cards in Vietnam. The darkside of the tree of life, the western shells brought forth and traded for life after death.

To be a product of the western mind, just not far enough from the east:

Steeped in a material and production mindset to be part of that which is consumed destined to become shit:

I am a nigger my god.

lipless kissing teeth

I just found out that Sheldon Wolin headed west back in October.  Scott Weiland just broke on through.

I still have not read any of Wolin's books, but enjoy what information I have lifted from interviews and articles. Democracy Inc, among many titles to read in the near future. 

Austrian Economics interests me. Recently, I discussed with a friend how my personal affinities and philosophies differ from what I might suggest as a worthwhile proposition for the current era. For instance: I love the socio-anarcho principles of Benjamin Tucker, printed on industrial parchment or delivered on corporate fiber optic lines. 

Cryptocurrency for Cryptoterrestrials? 

rhys is a crunchy old sock that has been in the back of an old obese man named philip's pants and who has been staring at you for the past twenty minutes of the bus ride. (<---a by="" clandestine="" for="" left="" message="" my="" p="" pleasure="" reading="" rhys="" son="" your="">

• create a quit claim deed
• all accounts POD (payable on death)
• Life insurance policy and Death Annuity
• crypt
• treasure

Rhys has shown some interest in photography. I am getting him a lomographic  movie camera for Rhysmas.http://microsites.lomography.com/lomokino/

Lomography LomoKino Trailer from Lomography on Vimeo.

Just read: 

shit tickets

Just picked up a few new books. Some fiction for a change.  currently reading The Western Lands by W.S. Burroughs, Donald Tyson's The Dreamworld of H.P. Lovecraft, Aleister Crowley and the Hidden God by Kenneth Grant, and The Origin of Consciousness in the breakdown of the Bicameral Mind by Julian Jaynes.

Currently creating: My own personal Book of the Law, Four paintings: one mandala, one strange geometric cubisism surrealism, one based on the mauve zone, and finishing another on primal aggression and violent intoxication.

A collage piece based on my interpretation of the Stele of Revealing. (shrine to anima and animus)

A music composition arranged around the Qabalistic Qliphoth.

A graphic Novel titled Saehrimnir.

An audio visual collaboration.

Currently listening to Charles Manson's Lie album, Alejandro's Holy Mountain Soundtrack, and Swans.

Monad the Gonad

Living with Rhys, feels like having Pan as a roomate. The way he walks around on his toes as the satyr. His silly sense of humor and good nature. He is allergic to the tedious drama that revolves like a clunky dance in the social games. 

Yes, he remains a daily reminder. A friend in good spirits. The embodiment of the phrase: "why so serious?"

He just read this and said "you are so stupid with your satyr satire." "Let's play magic." 

Magick seems ridiculous in the midst of Magic the Gathering.  

subdued sterile innoculated

In and up with control
Fury and sick says good Dog, sit and listen.
Get cut up and spit up.
Last seconds edit it out.
Show death threats in through glass
everywhere we go arrested hospital visits
cage gig
just plug the wait
the life gimmick
hoping a kill in my name
cult guest list
nice clean good job
pretty few people taken
conversation battle war
kill the audience

don't know why

source time

pretty much the same sane

trust no

report

as far as 

keeping me here

reasons

beyond crime

Back giving past

system trusted

don't believe a thing

reputation an average performer

a therapeutic release

the body as a weapon

go with moods

not life planned

witness it

feel it

shove the point in your ass

don't set limits

shitting fluids

eating

nothing at all

not for entertainment

anything goes war

Fought back

welcome that

endure their share

full acceleration

indestructible

normal people live

take whatever

no tomorrow

roulette wheel government

In here to begin with

paint the picture asshole

come and go as you please

be alone

out fascinating,genius, handcuffed butt fucked

looking into this

approached and hung up

newspaper notoriety party

relatives over power

Destroy the epoch

soft rebuild

the mission goes to the end

put fear in peoples hearts

take it out at the base

distributors industry sacrifice

compulsive masturbator

dropping babies down the shower wall

get off.

Millipede Lubricant

Ancestor simulation.

Yes the existence concedes to the chance and possibility. Nueroengrams. Shit, might this extend out to the furthest points? Back to the atomic path origin. 

Yeah, brush strokes and passages. 

Like masturbation. In the end, you end up having just fucked yourself. 

Scold's Bridle

Why? Science does not answer why, but how.
Why is the plea explanation. The salve of psalm.
A lie of logic.

Like shit.
Just like this worthless suck.
Sick of it. You and the colors of your face.
Take off that death trend
small fragile violent wrath
you are nothing after the storm
a vacant space with the eyes of a lost child
no tit for you
starve in that skeletal coffin
condemned to your own macabre escapism

You up there
now this breeze and you can only concentrate on your stilts
not a vantage but your disorienting crutches
One step at a time
pull and lean into it

Curb the muzzle
save that face
dimestore prophet
Not that I give two shits, but three
nestle on your opinion
roost on that coddled saffron burned maggot filament

Why do I  wake like this?
How do I wake like this.
By wearing a mirror.

"Deity mode of speech...

Guerin

...allows even the most ignorant to transform their opinions magically into god-like pronouncements on the nature of things"-Kellogg and Bourland

Tonight I read the Spider Surah (29) before bed. My head stirred with noise. I imagined a spider weaving a nest within my skull. I considered this round orb dense and increasing in mass. Yet the mass assumed the form of contraction. A weight of pressure measured in units of implosive constriction. 

On the night stand next to me sits a mason jar. In this mason jar resides a black widow. I share my sleep with her. Her coal black silhouette poised like a frozen acrobat upon invisible line. Patient and gentle with her soft rigidity, ready for fluid motion through her sylph limbs; eight en pointe. 

I wake and look to see if she still lies beside me. A deadly lover. An irresponsible dreamer. Infatuation that stirs the venom of Eros. The lascivious digestive juices. To be clear: I do not fuck spiders. I just write them love letters. 

An ode to a Ghetto Bitch

Your bulbous black booty all up on the table. 

Legs that hold that shit down

Girl, yo grill be Bizaat!

Be on that case like a bondsman

You got me out on bail yo(sp)

Got me in dat pocket

With that hourglass

straight up on dat ass

I figure, we can kick it some time

you killin it supuh fly

spinnin str8 h8

them kids on reduced rate

them kids aint mine

but we get you some wic

I call you on that line

gimme them numbuhs

fuck them suckuhs

this mothfuckuh droppin 

like a jumpuh

vicious on that tonic

chillin like yo granny smokin all that chronic

this aint no game

gimme sum of dat pain

you know my name

big dawg mickey d pushin

on that h town fang fame

I digress. 

Split Sleep

A Congress of Owls Sigil Working

The Polyphasic Sleep and traversing the Mauve Zone. At the moment, working with an Everyman with 2 naps. Bumped up the water intake and physical activity. Integrated more Soylent to the regime.

This is the app being used to assist in the facilitation of lucidity and scheduling:

Lucid Dreamer 

Yeah, trimming down the coffee is going to be necessary. At least at the AA meetings. Oh shit, yeah, I made a year sober. Think it has been since 5th grade that I have visited this head space. The voice recording feature for journals on this application is really convenient. Just wake up and speak into the mic.

This isn't the first experiment with polyphasic sleep. I attempted the Uberman last year. To much coffee and weed broke me down within a week. weak. The key features of more active time and lucid dreams backs up the basis of this next go 'round. The latter being of significant importance to magickal practices.

Trailer Magick. Look at the yard. You use what is on hand. Like Hoodoo. My friend Paloma has been of great influence in that perspective. The Night side of the tree is where I have been drawn. Recently  obtained the shadow tarot deck.

http://www.shadowtarot.net/

Clipping,it was alright. Might need another listen.

mr traumatik

My Father is currently in Uruguay. My Brother is on the Truman out in the Atlantic. Rhys made out with some girl for the first time. Been painting. 

Grant has elucidated so much of my personal experiences in the Arts

Great album. Reminds me of Defacto

Dogecoin?

My Dreamachine

Lumen: 40-60 watts

78 rpm closed eyes

45 rpm open eyes

illuminate the ghetto, the hood of Secret Chiefs

The slant
merging in the ambiguous formless
a staging area
we is a term for passengers
faithful departure, cattle cars

this non locality is a host
those visitors are vectors
a holiday in the realm of hungry ghosts
watch them roam behind glass
the standards of the herd differ from the pact of the pack

The stent
tied into the network
a prison kite trapped in your dying tree
the night-side is where you will find the real me

Not among the ideal delicacies of the inferiority complex control
here, nested and dormant in that dope collapsed ditch
that hidden serpent lying in the filth
that sacred excrement paste sealing your fate behind that fraudulent death mask

No soliciting.
Don't try to peddle those chocolate dipped isms
Don't offer those compound interest plans of immortality  credits
your carrion courier can save those advertisements of non-import
those limited time shares of rectal export

This time is already on a lease
this tenant owes the Lord of Land
the cohabitant insects govern a swarm of stinging stingy sentinels
a herpetic lesion spilling jism and djinn
into a earthen chalice of living information

She begat the scat, fertile night soil
He skull fucked that bitch with his shit flavor sun beam
now a child controls this anal territory

maturation of an apocalyptic orgasm
salt the earth
burn out the sun
turn the oceans to water

the time of judgement is not cumming
the flesh and heart is now
choose your own adventure
flip to your dog eared dogma
or write the unwritten

Shiofuki of the Goddess
suspends the animation of that blooming
blue lotus
giving the God-head
pigs rooting in red lunar blood

twenty three days of coitus
cephalic celestial lust
the hidden god of fuck
pearls spill on the breasts of swine


swallowing your universe
folding the innerverse
there is no subtraction nor addition
the infrared bondage of innate affliction

The spear of Christ is Set
lodged in ISIS rejoicing
a self dual  pyramid
 infectious identification with the id
 
storms gather around the citadel
three tribes of infidels

Let me leave through a hole in the head
penetrated pesh kabz through the neck
cinch the tie around a government
suited for indifference

weeping tears from hollow bodies
emaciated from the spiritual fast
I am a thorn in your backside
a white knuckled fist in your royal ass
ripping out your bowels
with a length of disinterest

quanta unit of probablity
particles reacting
in the suck of this black whole
an incoherent mess
stained on the fabric of of your reality

"troll the respawn jeremy"

Ecclesiastes 12:6 the Astral Body

The linkage...

The Memory Palace and The Body of Light

From Ad Herrenium: 

"There are, then, two kinds of memory: one natural, and the other the product of art. The natural memory is that memory which is imbedded in our minds, born simultaneously with thought. The artificial memory is that memory which is strengthened by a kind of training and system of discipline..."

The Art of Memory, Method of Loci, and Memory Palace exercises serve as an excellent direction for my Body of Light. The body of which I am referring goes by many titles: Prana, Chi, Astral, and so on. By sitting stationary with eyes shut, imagine walking into an adjacent room or moving about a familiar place. This is a glimpse of the Astral self.

The Memory Palace is the storehouse of content. In popular culture refer to the Hannible novel by Thomas Harris or perhaps the Stephen King film Dreamcatcher. This warehouse can be an imagined or intimate place from memory that can assist an individual remember information by placing mnemonic keys.

"...The artificial memory includes backgrounds and images. By backgrounds I mean such scenes as are naturally or artificially set off on a small scale, complete and conspicuous, so that we can grasp and embrace them easily by the natural memory — for example, a house, an intercolumnar space, a recess, an arch, or the like. An image is, as it were, a figure, mark, or portrait of the object we wish to remember; for example, if we wish to recall a horse, a lion, or an eagle, we must place its image in a definite background. Now I shall show what kind of backgrounds we should invent and how we should discover the images and set them therein..."

One of my backgrounds is my Grandmother's home. As it was when she resided there. I remember the curio cabinets exactly where they were. I always enter through the back door as customary. As I begin to pass the curios I see her bell collection behind the glass. Then I will notice something out of place with in them. This image or object, is a symbol charged with information. As I move through the house I recognize more symbols. These symbols tie together information that I wish to remember and fall sequentially one behind the other as I make my routine path.

"...For the backgrounds are very much like wax tablet or papyrus, the images like letters, the arrangement and disposition of the images like the script, and the delivery is like the reading. We should therefore, if we desire to memorize a large number of items, equip ourselves with a large number of backgrounds, so that in these we may set a large number of images..."

Meemaw's house is but one background I can select from a preceding foyer: The Rothko Chapel located in Houston Texas.

"...these backgrounds ought to be of moderate size and medium extent, for when excessively large they render the images vague, and when too small often seem incapable of receiving an arrangement of images.  Then the backgrounds ought to be neither too bright nor too dim, so that the shadows may not obscure the images nor the lustre make them glitter. I believe that the intervals between backgrounds should be of moderate extent, approximately thirty feet; for, like the external eye, so the inner eye of thought is less powerful when you have moved the object of sight too near or too far away..."

The skylight within the Chapel is a dynamic light yet never too luminous, nor too dark. The entrance of my Grandmother's home is lit from the foyer by a lavender light. Signifying Yesod, Luna, the moon crescent that creates the number 9 within the Cabalistic tree of life.

"...Now, since in normal cases some images are strong and sharp and suitable for awakening recollection, and others so weak and feeble as hardly to succeed in stimulating memory, we must therefore consider the cause of these differences, so that, by knowing the cause, we may know which images to avoid and which to seek... 

 nature herself teaches us what we should do. When we see in everyday life things that are petty, ordinary, and banal, we generally fail to remember them, because the mind is not being stirred by anything novel or marvellous. But if we see or hear something exceptionally base, dishonourable, extraordinary, great, unbelievable, or laughable, that we are likely to remember a long time. Accordingly, things immediate to our eye or ear we commonly forget; incidents of our childhood we often remember best. Nor could this be so for any other reason than that ordinary things easily slip from the memory while the striking and novel stay longer in mind. A sunrise, the sun's course, a sunset, are marvellous to no one because they occur daily. But solar eclipses are a source of wonder because they occur seldom, and indeed are more marvellous than lunar eclipses, because these are more frequent. Thus nature shows that she is not aroused by the common, ordinary event, but is moved by a new or striking occurrence. Let art, then, imitate nature, find what she desires, and follow as she directs..."

The curios are filled with her bell collection of course. I would count them for her as a child. For the purposes of memory I look into them and find an array of 'images' or objects that intentionally do not belong in her cabinet. I place objects that often facilitate remembering information pertaining to the Cabala. The magickal weapons: Her fuzzy house slippers and some sort of perfume. The magick stone: Her quartz prism hanging in a window casting rainbows. An elephant my Mother gave her. Its butt towards the door. Signifying Vishnu,Ganesh, the lingham and anus. etc...


"...In every discipline artistic theory is of little avail without unremitting exercise, but especially in mnemonics theory is almost valueless unless made good by industry, devotion, toil, and care. You can make sure that you have as many backgrounds as possible and that these conform as much as possible to the rules; in placing the images you should exercise every day. While an engrossing preoccupation may often distract us from our other pursuits, from this activity nothing whatever can divert us..."- Cicero?

THELEMA

Rising on the Planes is an exercise prescribed in Liber O to further develop the Body of Light. While conversing with my dear friend Cory, he struck me with his reference to some of the imagery from the film of Donnie Darko. It reminded me of this exercise and I went back and found an interesting line:

1. Probably he will see figures approaching him, or become conscious of a landscape.

Let him speak to such figures, and insist upon being answered, using the proper pentagrams and signs, as previously taught...

1. Let him travel about at will, either with or without guidance from such figure or figures.
2. Let him further employ such special invocations as will cause to appear the particular places he may wish to visit.
3. Let him beware of the thousand subtle attacks and deceptions that he will experience, carefully testing the truth of all with whom he speaks

Cory said made a statement about the bunny, and I replied something to the effect he may have encountered something assuming a familiar form.

"

The new seers deemed it imperative to see the Indescribable Force's emanations in order to find a more suitable way to move the assemblage point. As they tried tosee the emanations they were faced with a very serious problem. They found out that there is no way to see them without running a mortal risk, and yet they had to seethem. That was the time when they used the old seers' technique of dreaming as a shield to protect themselves from the deadly blow of the Indescribable Force's emanations. And in doing so, they realized that dreaming was in itself the most effective way to move the assemblage point.
      One of the strictest commands of the new seers was that warriors have to learn dreaming while they are in their normal state of awareness. Following that command, I began teaching you dreaming almost from the first day we met..."

I digress from Zhine atm.

In other news:
Exu=Fox=Set=Jackal

The Eleventh province of the Western Lands...The Sephira DAATH.

My symbiote came forth as a pig....
The standard for the 11th Nome is topped by a Set animal, and the name of the main town, Sha-shtp, means "The pig (Set) is pacified"

SM-X files

The archetypes that lie within the collective unconscious of homo sapien sapiens and other related humanoids, show various faces yet remain homogenized and recognized with ease. The pantheons of numerous cultures, despite lacking evidence of physical contact, show a significant amount of correlations and parallels.

The current attention towards the transmission of culture via memes lends its scientific framework to an otherwise esoteric body of knowledge and experiential data. Though the comfortable stripping of spiritual gloss leaves the sociologist with a theory, the applications of said information accumulates without a proposition towards use.

The influence of memes upon the masses are most often coupled with the familiar methods of media, the rise and fall of trends and fashions, technological advances, and even political fads. The work of Susan Blackmore has been further supported by research on mirror neurons. Essentially, the replication of memes advances an effect upon the cultural evolution of humans. From Blackmore's perspective, the replication of memes is in order for human beings to facilitate them. I propose the possibility that memes replicate to facilitate human beings. Homo sapian sapiens are a host for cultural evolution.

This idea is not new nor unknown to modernity. This information remains prominent within the mystic and occult traditions. Even in the later works of the widely accepted psychologist Carl Jung. He indicated a perennial essence that constituted a dominant position within collective consciousness provided some sort of wellspring. Julius Evola wrote extensively on this from a fascinating angle.

Praeterintelligence?
Access to the neuro-genetic circuit or morphogenetic circuit. The correspondence between the archaic symbols, and the link between the semantic circuit (3) and the mythic intelligence circuit (7) within the eight circuit model of consciousness provide further exploration.

tetragammadion

" first should be of awe, the second of fealty, the third of dependence, the fourth of adoration, the fifth of confidence, the sixth of comradeship, the seventh of passion..."

Behold the neuronal mirror, Director of the mirror stage
reflection of the Ronin read the Book of Gates

Beloved Ma'at, her hold strong and true
Walk within the halls of the duat
my ghost sings unto you

Your will governs all my actions
Your steadiness in my hands
as this life is written
as I traverse this Holy land

Come unto me
Come over me
from the finite to eternity
with a sword
or upon our shields
we remain sentries

we make love and war the law
the violent romance
weighing upon the scales
the pounds and flesh
the empirical advance

Tzaddi- "fish hook" in Hebrew

The surface to air recovery system. S.T.A.R.S.

The Symbol of all Nations

The IV card of the tarot.

Lord Shiva holding the trident of my Exu...

"First of all, a samurai who dislikes battle and has not put his heart in the right place even though he has been born in the house of the warrior, should not be reckoned among one's retainers....It is forbidden to forget the great debt of kindness one owes to his master and ancestors and thereby make light of the virtues of loyalty and filial piety....It is forbidden that one should...attach little importance to his duties to his master...There is a primary need to distinguish loyalty from disloyalty and to establish rewards and punishments."

The Forth...The Fourth

The Four Fundamental Forces of Physics

Tension, charge, discharge, and relaxation from Reich theory on orgastic potency.

The four noble truths of buddhism..

Fight, Flight, Posture or Submit

In the animal kingdom, most animals do not kill others of their species with very, very few exceptions. Humans are like animals in this regard, we don’t want to kill each other and sometimes we behave like animals, especially in combat.  Perhaps it is because when we look at another person on the field of battle if we are not careful we see that other person as someone like us, and ‘we’ do not want to die.

When animals confront each other they begin by posturing. They both attempt to intimidate the opponent into believing it is inferior and in danger. At this point they may fight, or one may submit or flee, and when they do fight it is very rarely to the death. When one submits it exposes some vulnerability to the enemy, like its throat.- Grossman from On Killing

The Weighing of the Heart and the Feather of Truth 

Harry Browne's Permanent Portfolio

Jupiter in the Keys of Solomon

Marcus Aurelius

“The bird fights its way out of the egg. 

The egg is the world. 

Who would be born must first destroy a world. 

The bird flies to God. 

That God's name is Abraxas.”

                                      ― Hermann Hesse, Demian