Tuesday, 25 April 2017

Just for fun - A Living School


Andy Ace2 
+Hool igan Before answering this question I have some for you: Do you really think that argument was clever or original? Do you think this has added anything but ridicule and reductions to the debate? Do you think God is the same as an Elf is the same as a Troll is the same as a flying teapot in space?
 

Have you heard of categories and how things can be distinct from each other? Meaning up is not down, good is not evil, God is not spaghetti monsters or land borders or money or a Illithid.

I dont know who "Santander Claus" is, but I am 30+ and I believe in Santa Claus or more correct Saint Nicholas. He was a real man who gave gifts to poor children during Christmas. 




Rayn Gryphon 

"Naked, peaceful, unafraid as creatures who are wont
To make of every need that rushes through their body limbs
Articulated by the whole of earth and sky the God
Who grew the words of all that grew for all that grows and lives.
And then there is the world at large, preposterously huge
For all that Man colludes in his and her own hand's demise
To bend like metal all were meant to make another womb
For Man into a bloated and explosive Paradise"

Perhaps, Andy, and I am just guessing here, the object of your approbation was a bit confused as to the demonstrable powers of a "God," as you say, that is not an wholly fiction character if an imposing monolithic specter made up of artifacts from the military-grade torture of love as real as our lives as children, and by love I mean an ethically-discriminating love that abhors instead of exhorting billions of people to equate their beliefs with facts and their opinions with a reality questioned on pain of degrading aspersions as to one's intelligence, sanity, safety or prospect in this life or another? 

Just a wild guess.  

On a more serious note, Did Jesus ever get an erection in order to practice for His resurrection?





 Andy Ace (AndyAce83)
    Rayn Gryphon:

    Grains of the golden sand —
    How few! yet how they creep
    Through my fingers to the deep,
    While I weep — while I weep!
    O God! Can I not grasp
    Them with a tighter clasp?
    O God! can I not save
    One from the pitiless wave?
    Is all that we see or seem
    But a dream within a dream?

    E.A. Poe - Dream within a Dream

    What I like about this ending is that the weeper, may in a way be God to the grain, as God is God to us. Perhaps we are just dream figures in God´s dream? No, I have not smoked the ganja, I am just being quasi-intellectual.





 Andy Ace (AndyAce83)
    Hool igan

    You ended up in the spamfilter. Ill reply to some of it anyway:

    you say
    "It is apparent despite my phone's interference that you knew I was referring to Santa Claus. Now I am also confident that you knew it was a fictional character who lives at the north pole I was referring to and not old saint Nick."

    Yes, I knew. What is funny afterwards is that you are referring to Santa Claus and Old Saint Nick as two different people, but Old Saint Nick is in fact just another term for Santa Claus. From a song "While we wait for old Saint Nick" (or something like that). There is no difference between Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas and Old Saint Nick in pop-culture. But no adults believe him to be still alive at the north pole, but they understand that Santa Claus was a real person once, and now is still remembered through that pop-culture icon.

    And this is my point: Although what we believe to be true may not be entirely true, it may still be somewhat true. Like with Santa Claus. You try to ridicule me and say I believe in God so I may as well believe in Santa Claus, and I reply that Santa Claus was real (but of course implying that its not the pop-culture version). Its called humility. Not be a patronizing ass, but try to understand that "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreampt of in your philosophy". As with your "Santa argument", that is said ad nausea.

    There are so many cliché atheist meme arguments copy-pasted from misc "sceptic" forums that I read time and time again. And it seems that atheist always think they are so original when saying it. That is what is fascinating.

    Here is one: "Why don´t you believe in Odin and Thor? I am just as you. I just believe in one god less than you." And the answer to this would take ONE SECOND to answer if you gave it a single thought. The argument is as valid as to say every time you have more than one choice you should make non. Every party in politics say they are right and the others are wrong, so there is no point in voting. Science changes opinions and what is facts everyday, and scientist believe different things, so there is no point in following science.

    Its not valid and to be honest, they say that there are no stupid questions, but there are. A stupid question is a question you could easily answer yourself if you gave it some thought.





Hool igan
    Andy Ace
    The most cliché of all responses to perennially unanswered questions is to whine that the question is cliché.

    As to the whole 'if you have multiple options you should pick none', it has been my experience that atheists mention Thor etc response to specific religious claims where the comparison is apt.


Are there atheist who regurgitate verbatim some arguments from some forum or other. Of course there are. Just as there are religious people who do the exact same thing.

    I claim that it is irrational to believe religious claims for two principle and related reasons.


1. The claims are extraordinary. Miracles, fantastical beings with superpowers etc. They are the kind of claims that even religious people routinely dismiss out of hand.

2. The evidence presented to substantiate the claims is breathtakingly insufficient.

    In some cases religious people will even claim logically impossible things and when challenged on it will usually resort to "there are more things..."

    Any claim no matter how ridiculous can hide behind this response. It is also a state of affairs that will be true forever.


I submit to you that this is not being serious. In other form of conversation would accept your interlocutor making incredible claims and when challenged with the fact that the things they describe are incredible they simply point out that you do not have perfect knowledge of the entire universe?

    Also, you seem to think your spam filters choices are significant? An odd measure but each to their own I suppose.





Rayn Gryphon
    Andy Ace

    Call the roller of big cigars,
    The muscular one, and bid him whip
    In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
    Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
    As they are used to wear, and let the boys
    Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
    Let be be finale of seem.
    The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

    Take from the dresser of deal,
    Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
    On which she embroidered fantails once
    And spread it so as to cover her face.
    If her horny feet protrude, they come
    To show how cold she is, and dumb.
    Let the lamp affix its beam.
    The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

    - Wallace Stevens

    What I like about this poem is that the reader has to interpret it however the fuck one likes, and no one can say much less threaten impressionable children to say they know just what or whom is being referred to.

    How like life.

    God is like a woman you want to fuck - whatever the fuck you want her to be.

    Hence the line "The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins rememb'red."

    To do and desire all that we do and desire under the very impulse of heaven and earth - this is the existential paradox of heroic mythology, a corruption of which can be found in "Torture Incorporated," the very first word of which Holy Bible is a barbaric corruption of human truth in itself... Holy.

    The thing about all corruptions of the archaic or native human religious imagination (and its roots in a truly meaning workably humane locus of human sexual, emotional and mental development symbiotic with nature as a living whole intelligence each in one's own terms and to one's own tastes and appetites) is that what liberates is what enslaves you. It is only that one is convinced, for all kinds of mediating reasons most unflattering to our customary modes of human mental growth the world over, that this is justified by the narcotic consoling power of the illusion of having some stake in your own enslavement (or enlightening self-inflicted if coerced forfeit of even more of one's critical faculties) or glorified domination and that of others with a scale of ambition and perfection that bears little to no proportional ideological responsibility if retaining little to no ability to care about or calculate the actual effects and costs to life and liberty, including the quintessential ability to make one's own determinations about what is true for oneself and one's family, a definition of truth that we lose in direct proportion to corrupting every sense of that term, as demonstrated by all insults to free speech, all ideological corruptions both cause and symptom of gross distortions of critical and moral proportion and communication across the threshold of body, mind and cosmos. By this estimation, elections/referendums are just as good/bad. All pleasure has commensurate pain and sacrifice. But it is the ability to customize these ratios that makes anyone free or even human. All mass prescriptions for human existence must fail at this and are, I feel, extolled precisely because they do and so succeeding in helping people who have endured and thus gained the propensity for self-annihilation or psychosis the natural developmental response to corruptions of one's natal locus and brain stem for the whole flowering of our reciprocal communion with nature's every poetry to hurt themselves and everyone else "for their own sake."

    “Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience. They may be more likely to go to Heaven yet at the same time likelier to make a Hell of earth. This very kindness stings with intolerable insult. To be "cured" against one's will and cured of states which we may not regard as disease is to be put on a level of those who have not yet reached the age of reason or those who never will; to be classed with infants, imbeciles, and domestic animals.”

    ― C.S. Lewis, God in the Dock: Essays on Theology (Making of Modern Theology)

    See

    Axiom 721 - Spiritual Psychosis (Sadism)




Also see 

Axiom 720 - Nature's Priests (The Archaic Revival)
   
    "The more functional definition of fascism, communism or democracy is an effective monopoly on force and faith as the very bedrock of all subsequent discourse. This is, in turn, contingent upon a widespread symbiotic mass psychosis to which every successive generation of your own young are relegated by customary neglect of the whole human locus of their sexual, emotional and mental development and its reciprocal correspondence and congress, in turn, with the apotheosis of psychologically and biologically compatible intelligence (or heavenly technology) that is both nature and our ecstatic communion with it as a holy mother and father."





Active imaginings claw and howl like beasts
    Pictures of the soul flicker in and out of hellish flame
    The door so thinly sealed is but a tree in a garden
    The truth so tightly bound is but a serpent's fang
    That swells the sea of sacrifice....





“Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary? Where is the foundling’s father hidden? Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there learn it.”

    ― Herman Melville, Moby Dick





Rayn Gryphon
    "The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged and numerous senses could perceive. 96

    And particularly they studied the Genius of each city and country, placing it under its Mental Deity; 97

    Till a System was formed, which some took advantage of, and enslav’d the vulgar by attempting to realise or abstract the Mental Deities from their objects—thus began Priesthood; 98

    Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales. 99

    And at length they pronounc’d that the Gods had order’d such things. 100

    Thus men forgot that All Deities reside in the Human breast."

    - The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

    William Blake, c. 1790

    http://www.bartleby.com/235/253.html

    Full quotation used in

    Axioms 902 - Life, Lust, Blood and Story Create and Incorporate One Another
   
    "Life, Lust, Blood and Story Create and Incorporate One Another

    "Thus is composed, dissembled, lived, known and spelled the face and wild grace of all that is and all that our blood remembers, transforms and passes on the God or Devil, King or Queen in Man and Nature, Heaven and Earth (and Hell).

    "For all spheres (every element and organ) of life and desire are made up of our stories, and our stories are made up of all of the spheres of life and desire."





Rayn Gryphon
    Hool igan May I add,

    It no more necessarily follows from the fact that anything is not necessarily true that anything is necessarily false than that if something is not necessarily false then it is necessarily true.


But one thing is certain:

A belief is always necessarily true (even if it is not).

And that not faith in itself (which is a vital wholly symbiotic function of all organs of life and desire) but the often compulsive if not coercive equation of faith and fact and the qualification (taking after any commensurate psychosis, however naturally acquired) to arbitrate for what is real or reasonable on pain of degrading aspersions as to one's intelligence, motives, sanity or "salvation" and that of one's family, an equation that can but farm nothing but the traumatic developmental impressions come psychotic propensities just described in a society as religiously as scientifically kept poised upon a bloody brink of perpetual near collapse veritably at war with every natural instinct with which a child is born and to which we force our most vulnerable citizenry to conform under only the most Herculean duress, duress that could not possibly fail to stymie the courage and whole brain development of the most battle-hardened combat soldier, let alone that of a wee child. 





Andy Ace (AndyAce83)
+Hool igan
You said
"The most cliché of all responses to perennially unanswered questions is to whine that the question is cliché."

First of, I dont agree. To my memory I have never encountered anyone stating that atheist meme arguments are clisjés. But lets say, for the sake of argument, that there are many who say thus, I still did not use the "this is such a clisché" argument as a period, but as a beginning. I did in fact answer and then added that you could just as easily have answered this yourself.

you say
"1. The claims are extraordinary.  Miracles, fantastical beings with superpowers etc. They are the kind of claims that even religious people routinely dismiss out of hand."

Lots of things have been said to be extraordinary. "The world is round" for one. "The world revolves around the sun", another. A philosopher (Democritus) once claimed that the world was build up of tiny bits (atoms). He was seen as mad.

you say
"2. The evidence presented to substantiate the claims is breathtakingly insufficient. "

If God decided that it for some reason was very important that you should know he existed. What should He do to convince you. What level of proof would you accept? Should he appear in the sky and point at you? How would you react to such a vision and how would the rest of your life be? Better or worse?

You say
"In some cases religious people will even claim logically impossible things and when challenged on it will usually resort to "there are more things...""

I agree that the Shakespear quote is over used. You know what´s funny? Since I wasnt sure of the correct quote I googled it. You know what the first place I found was? "Shakespeare once said "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy". How should skeptics best address this question?"

You know what my answer to that would be? With your own words not by copy-pasting whatever the answer on that forum would be or quote "Storm" poem by Tim Minchin which is the first time I think I heard that quote being used as anything but a Shakespear quote.

you say
"Also, you seem to think your spam filters choices are significant? An odd measure but each to their own I suppose."

You do know I am telling you not to be rude right? I am an avid freedom of expression guy and I take offence that your comment is removed. I am telling you so you know you have been shadow banned as I am sure you can still read your comment as if posted here. I in fact copy-past the link to this video to make sure my comments are open to all readers. So although I made a joke about it earlier, I am really not for this at all. Youtube and Google had a very good debating platform going on. But the "fake news" and "hate speech" narrative made them take "action" with the help of the undemocratic EU. Facebook, twitter etc. do the same.

I would much rather read an atheists vulgar and clisched arguments ad nauseam than live in a world where some unknown entity (aka. cooperation) decides what kind of ideas I should be exposed to. Food for thought: This is also why I am glad that God doesnt try to prove his existence all the time aswell. He would just become like google and EU.





Andy Ace (AndyAce83)
+Rayn Gryphon

"I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors.
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor .
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing."

Depeche Mode

Now if you dont stop quoting poetry here I am gonna start adding my own poems and those are some next level emo thing.

you say
"What I like about this poem is that the reader has to interpret it however the f--k one likes, and no one can say much less threaten impressionable children to say they know just what or whom is being referred to."

I also prefer ambiguous art. That is one of the reasons why I dont like poems like Tim Minchin's Storm because its too on the nose. Actually, I do kind of like it. When I listen to it I imagine myself being at that party and then going head to head with this besserwisser and completely ruin the evening. Perhaps I should write a beat poem myself as an answer? Call it Placebo and say

"I once was at a party, with stuffy upperclass bastards. They talked nonsense and BS, until a new age wench said something post-modern to a besserwisser who went unhinged. The debate went on for quite some time, until I decided to speak my mind. It was time to take a douchebag to school. Show that he was just as much a fool. So when he said "Do you know what they call alternative medicine that's been proved to work?


"Medicine."

I had to then say, "So how then, may I ask, do you explain placebo? Oh I guess that was never addressed in Scooby Doo."

I am sorry... I have to quit debating for a while... It seems I am getting inspired. I have a poem to write!




Rayn Gryphon
Andy, again, beliefs are always true, so anything serves as "proof" of a belief, all things and all people can be tasked in service of a belief.

But for the purposes of rational discussion, and with all deference to the inimitable charms of personal revelation, one need constrain oneself to what can be logically argued or empirically substantiated.

Can you yourself prove that the Earth revolves around the sun?

If not, you are asking us to take that on faith, strictly speaking.

This is not to split hairs.

Rational discourse has proven over hundreds of years to be invaluable for arbitrating the often heated conflagrations of even innocuous-seeming religious or spiritual beliefs, all of which take their provenance in that vast and ineffably powerful country of all that we do not know or would like to pretend as though we do for all kinds of emotional and social reasons of every range of good and evil effect (usually with impunity).

And finally, your use of the word "God" for the purposes of this discussion has absolutely not pragmatic relation to nature. To wit, you have yet to ground this God concept in anything that actually serves to nourish the mind and body of our species but on the most, as I say, ineffable level and that which a) fails to be anchored in any rational field of our senses or our reasoning faculties and b) seeks to smuggle in the power (god-like in its scope) to arbitrate for what is true upon no more basis than the fact that something or anything has even seemed preposterous that came to be popularly accepted.

What is popular is just argument from authority.

None of your argument holds up to scrutiny, but I do not doubt that this will do little to dissuade you from your enthusiasm for such fallacious tripe.

Now. Do you have a rational argument for your God, this "male" being.

Does "he" have genitals?

Does his "child?"

If so, why did neither nor any of its at least three parents (not including angels and/or "succubi" employ them when by doing so he would have substantiated "His" claim to be as fully human as "divine?"

Is your God not anatomically correct?

If not, why not?

In the realm of belief, yes, claims can be entirely spurious and yet wholly irrefutable. But, please, let us dispense with the playing it loose and fast with the preposterous equation of belief and fact, faith and reason, especially since such a surcease need detract not a wit from the value of your personal beliefs, beliefs which you yourself do the best possible job of impugning by offering them as a rational argument.

You want to have a rational debate, speak the language or go back to church where uncritical acceptance of any idea upon any pretense is not only acceptable but indispensable for life. 






Also See

Axiom 918 - Your Own Growth Language



The Himalayan mountains are getting taller by about 5mm per year.

Fact.




"Try as we might, there is no particularly good reason not to believe that the stars are hollow, electrically titanic cavities (like the kingdom of Man) for the intersection (like the human heart) of body and being, of indeed the congress (earth and sky, roots and fruits, continuity and transformation, womb and tomb, here and hereafter, man and nature, mother and father and child, spring and winter, voice and story) of a living impulse or desire that is always growing, like the Earth, the Sky, the Mountains and the Sea. All life were a living language of symbol and sense, of memory, voice and story, cause and effect alive with the very impulse of everything it would or need know about itself, revealing thus only to the truly wild heart the astronomically simple majesty of a book set down with every foot that lands upon it and every mind suspended in its delicate counterpoint of song and knowledge, of a celestial organism (and orgasm) of virtues or qualities that will never be betrayed by what humanity today calls its moral or social laws. Of that much I am certain. 

"And I defy any free Man or Woman to contradict me. 

"Rather, it is the Man or Woman, the boy or girl who fails to appreciate this life and those with whom we share it who betrays herself (as they were in their turn betrayed by those whom they trusted the most), for their courage is poison until it can be equal to generations of the same and their virtue a mockery of life itself until life itself is restored to them to their complete satisfaction. And it is only those who fear such a betrayal who can rightly be called true and stout of heart, for their sorrow renews them to the utmost as nature is every hour renewed in the fountainhead of a human being who is born sensible of the fact that it is only by who and what we are by blood that we can run with the spirits of this place, knowing though we do the tragedy that most people call their freedom and yet never looking back. For such a people something were so simple for them and yet tortured out of all proportion or comprehension along with the blood of the human race - that the happiness and vitality of all this world is wholly contingent upon our own as only we can know it and only there by share it with all the world with a humility like that of the Sun, the Seasons and the Stars. Not the stars paid astronomical sums of money to mentor their fellow Man on how to act without thinking but the stars of hearts that beat with the blood and desire, the sorrow and joy of all that has ever been knowledgeable, wise or royal, with all that has ever been holy or good, reasonable, playful, sonorous, dulcet, blissful or pleasurable if they or this life have ever beat with any blood at all.

"For all that is worthy of truth or knowledge speaks with the heart and with every celestial and terrestrial organ of a heart that spans all body, space and time while remaining every bit as integral to every meter of every season of our lives as we are to all that is comprehended by the pulse of a life and of a death (of Growth or God) from whence these very words and yours were born. 

"The truth is simple. It speaks to the heart.

"And only the heart can hear it.

"Science is, strictly speaking, as faith-based as any religious cult, whether its claims are, strictly speaking, accurate or not, exhaustive as is alluded to or not. A science or medicine that makes little to no provision for the inimitable and illimitable nuances of Man's genesis from and immersion in the very womb of all that is song and knowledge, god and goddess, mother and father has, I would argue, an effect upon the human mind tantamount to a physical blow to the brain by one's own mother and father every day that one labours under that indeed multiplicative if wholly socially indispensable order of stark delusional psychosis, a creature that has itself proven as much as any scientific theory claims to be proven (if not more so) to be a disease more venereal and essentially successful than any other disease known to Man. And it will continue to be so until we accept the scale and nature of as wholly needless human suffering and listen to what it says as to its ability, as our perhaps greatest ally (if we are born with anything like the intelligence worthy of any animal, let alone that of the most refined nervous system in existence as far as we know) in restoring the normal or born locus of whole ethical, sexual, emotional, mental and social development, coordination, transformation, growth and continuity even remotely consistent with our native heritage and that of children whom we claim to love, in the horrifying if inarticulate absence of such a restoration, at the cost of conflating such a love with the most inveterate and irretrievable hatred, a hatred as spellbinding as any drug to brains as wholly symbiotic as bullets or bombs with all of the most bloodthirsty if Biblical gods of war, to all of whom some several hundred billion knees bow every day in an however consoling purity of devotion (and delusion) unequaled on Earth whilst the rest of the world (glorified and much-harried constituent human organs of every god of war in the world) is remunerated with magic coins that flatter them (people who everywhere think themselves perfectly responsible people, some exceptional contingent of whom populate our clergy, doctors, leaders and healers) with the leisure to wonder why this might be so while they continue to devote most of their surviving biological and psychological heritage and industry to nothing but, but one penny on the dollar of which need be turned to the purpose of shoring up the decidedly astronomical leverage each of whom hold over the other like a poison gun to the head called by the name of every commensurate and constituent form of human safety, progress or salvation, every measure of what we are told of all that is comprehended (or was) by the terms Heaven and Earth, Man and Nature, Mother and Child, Life and Death."

- Rayn Gryphon





"I exist within consciousness, yet consciousness exists within me."

- North Dugan Douglas.





Naked, peaceful, unafraid as creatures who are wont
To make of every need that rushes through their body limbs
Articulated by the whole of earth and sky the God
Who grew the words of all that grew for all that grows and lives.
And then there is the world at large, preposterously huge
For all that Man colludes in his and her own hand's demise
To bend like metal all were meant to make another womb
For Man into a bloated and explosive Paradise
As wholly Man's as ever was sustained by every note
Of human voices raised in song that dips an ore the sea
Of wholly growing ships who never needed cast a vote
A confidence as wildly familiar life and thee,
Green dragons peering through the very fabric of our minds
And spewing forth a medicine of animals that feast
Upon our bones before we know a fire that ignites
The fears and the desires no diviner alchemies
The lamps that people lay upon the rivers of the earth
The Raven swallowed by the star the devil by the soul
A bigger devil than the Raven bigger than the words
That live so long before they're written sins that heathens know
As hours made of hill and cloud and mouths that speak as well
As every truth they might dissemble feeling every mile
Running purpose with this nature of the Earth, with hell
And heaven leavened every measure parted by a smile
Holy men and women of no dazzling court or spire,
Simple in their tastes and habits, heirs the very throne
A kingdom of the leaves that grow so wonderful and wild
Blood that shares with every limb and organ star and stone
Advances even in retreat and paces thro' the night
These words like thunder steal the heart an orphan of ourselves
Rewarding every patient plunge the chaos burns abright
Guarded by demons, dragons, Raven, creatures of the realms
So long divorced from human nature even as we breathe
As hungry every gulp of air as boughs and clouds the blood of thee.










Growth is God




Also See

Axiom 918 - Your Own Growth Language





The Himalayan mountains are getting taller by about 5mm per year.

Fact.




"Try as we might, there is no particularly good reason not to believe that the stars are hollow, electrically titanic cavities (like the kingdom of Man) for the intersection (like the human heart) of body and being, of indeed the congress (earth and sky, roots and fruits, continuity and transformation, womb and tomb, here and hereafter, man and nature, mother and father and child, spring and winter, voice and story) of a living impulse or desire that is always growing, like the Earth, the Sky, the Mountains and the Sea. All life were a living language of symbol and sense, of memory, voice and story, cause and effect alive with the very impulse of everything it would or need know about itself, revealing thus only to the truly wild heart the astronomically simple majesty of a book set down with every foot that lands upon it and every mind suspended in its delicate counterpoint of song and knowledge, of a celestial organism (and orgasm) of virtues or qualities that will never be betrayed by what humanity today calls its moral or social laws. Of that much I am certain. 

"And I defy any free Man or Woman to contradict me. 

"Rather, it is the Man or Woman, the boy or girl who fails to appreciate this life and those with whom we share it who betrays herself (as they were in their turn betrayed by those whom they trusted the most), for their courage is poison until it can be equal to generations of the same and their virtue a mockery of life itself until life itself is restored to them to their complete satisfaction. And it is only those who fear such a betrayal who can rightly be called true and stout of heart, for their sorrow renews them to the utmost as nature is every hour renewed in the fountainhead of a human being who is born sensible of the fact that it is only by who and what we are by blood that we can run with the spirits of this place, knowing though we do the tragedy that most people call their freedom and yet never looking back. For such a people something were so simple for them and yet tortured out of all proportion or comprehension along with the blood of the human race - that the happiness and vitality of all this world is wholly contingent upon our own as only we can know it and only there by share it with all the world with a humility like that of the Sun, the Seasons and the Stars. Not the stars paid astronomical sums of money to mentor their fellow Man on how to act without thinking but the stars of hearts that beat with the blood and desire, the sorrow and joy of all that has ever been knowledgeable, wise or royal, with all that has ever been holy or good, reasonable, playful, sonorous, dulcet, blissful or pleasurable if they or this life have ever beat with any blood at all.

"For all that is worthy of truth or knowledge speaks with the heart and with every celestial and terrestrial organ of a heart that spans all body, space and time while remaining every bit as integral to every meter of every season of our lives as we are to all that is comprehended by the pulse of a life and of a death (of Growth or God) from whence these very words and yours were born. 

"The truth is simple. It speaks to the heart.

"And only the heart can hear it.

"Science is, strictly speaking, as faith-based as any religious cult, whether its claims are, strictly speaking, accurate or not, exhaustive as is alluded to or not. A science or medicine that makes little to no provision for the inimitable and illimitable nuances of Man's genesis from and immersion in the very womb of all that is song and knowledge, god and goddess, mother and father has, I would argue, an effect upon the human mind tantamount to a physical blow to the brain by one's own mother and father every day that one labours under that indeed multiplicative if wholly socially indispensable order of stark delusional psychosis, a creature that has itself proven as much as any scientific theory claims to be proven (if not more so) to be a disease more venereal and essentially successful than any other disease known to Man. And it will continue to be so until we accept the scale and nature of as wholly needless human suffering and listen to what it says as to its ability, as our perhaps greatest ally (if we are born with anything like the intelligence worthy of any animal, let alone that of the most refined nervous system in existence as far as we know) in restoring the normal or born locus of whole ethical, sexual, emotional, mental and social development, coordination, transformation, growth and continuity even remotely consistent with our native heritage and that of children whom we claim to love, in the horrifying if inarticulate absence of such a restoration, at the cost of conflating such a love with the most inveterate and irretrievable hatred, a hatred as spellbinding as any drug to brains as wholly symbiotic as bullets or bombs with all of the most bloodthirsty if Biblical gods of war, to all of whom some several hundred billion knees bow every day in an however consoling purity of devotion (and delusion) unequaled on Earth whilst the rest of the world (glorified and much-harried constituent human organs of every god of war in the world) is remunerated with magic coins that flatter them (people who everywhere think themselves perfectly responsible people, some exceptional contingent of whom populate our clergy, doctors, leaders and healers) with the leisure to wonder why this might be so while they continue to devote most of their surviving biological and psychological heritage and industry to nothing but, but one penny on the dollar of which need be turned to the purpose of shoring up the decidedly astronomical leverage each of whom hold over the other like a poison gun to the head called by the name of every commensurate and constituent form of human safety, progress or salvation, every measure of what we are told of all that is comprehended (or was) by the terms Heaven and Earth, Man and Nature, Mother and Child, Life and Death."

- Rayn Gryphon





"I exist within consciousness, yet consciousness exists within me."

- North Dugan Douglas.







Naked, peaceful, unafraid as creatures who are wont
To make of every need that rushes through their body limbs
Articulated by the whole of earth and sky the God
Who grew the words of all that grew for all that grows and lives.
And then there is the world at large, preposterously huge
For all that Man colludes in his and her own hand's demise
To bend like metal all were meant to make another womb
For Man into a bloated and explosive Paradise
As wholly Man's as ever was sustained by every note
Of human voices raised in song that dips an ore the sea
Of wholly growing ships who never needed cast a vote
A confidence as wildly familiar life and thee,
Green dragons peering through the very fabric of our minds
And spewing forth a medicine of animals that feast
Upon our bones before we know a fire that ignites
The fears and the desires no diviner alchemies
The lamps that people lay upon the rivers of the earth
The Raven swallowed by the star the devil by the soul
A bigger devil than the Raven bigger than the words
That live so long before they're written sins that heathens know
As hours made of hill and cloud and mouths that speak as well
As every truth they might dissemble feeling every mile
Running purpose with this nature of the Earth, with hell
And heaven leavened every measure parted by a smile
Holy men and women of no dazzling court or spire,
Simple in their tastes and habits, heirs the very throne
A kingdom of the leaves that grow so wonderful and wild
Blood that shares with every limb and organ star and stone
Advances even in retreat and paces thro' the night
These words like thunder steal the heart an orphan of ourselves
Rewarding every patient plunge the chaos burns abright
Guarded by demons, dragons, Raven, creatures of the realms
So long divorced from human nature even as we breathe
As hungry every gulp of air as boughs and clouds the blood of thee.







j

Monday, 24 April 2017

Axioms 938 - Cybernetic Psychology Appendices


Strix Loricatus There is a vast range of contrast (one might even say the interminable gulf and pulse of life after life and death after death) between what we can see with our eyes and what we can see with our minds. And this range or arc is like the defining architectural element of the temple and the language of our lives and of our minds, one incessantly besieged with tomb raiders and gold diggers who would baffle and scramble this the veritably celestial alphabet of our ancestral voices, our blood the transcendent kingdom of sense and mind (since all the senses are in the mind and so the body is the mind like spring or winter is nature in our blood).

Plenty of people can tell you about what is in life or mind. But that means dick all if you cannot look for yourself and dare to wonder if anything is more important than what you think and know and say to a living creative intelligence all mother and father who would dote upon your every necessity in a life where only the people born with living riches can get any richer. People want your wealth. So much that they have convinced you you are poor and struck a resounding blow to your whole family temple psychology, profaning and divining a "whole new world" from the Book of Genesis to Disney movies to science.

That is the only book I would recommend, the book with the story (written in letters of earth and sky, nature, body and mind) about the mother and father, the son and daughter holy and royal descendants of their right mind.

We are a holy people if anything is holy.

We are a royal people if anything is royal.

And this is known beyond all explanation or reason by the very marrow of the effluent nectar of the human voice.



"Come with me. Roast your own critical faculties over an open flame of one of the innumerable permutations of a perennial shambolic conflagration of an veritably incendiary septic network - a veritably biological darkness come age of enlightenment - of developmental arrest extolled above and beyond all reasonable objection or interest on pain of unflattering aspersions as to one's character, sanity, intelligence, motivation or fate and that of one's entire race or family."

- Name that Religious or Scientific Guru




Chris Greenlee said "Stop making this about yourself."

If your life is about nothing else your life is about yourself.

If nothing else, everyone's life should, at the very least, be about themselves.

This is the only way to save the world, to be true to yourself to the very degree that we genuinely and heartbreakingly care about one another, about anyone.

And anyone who does not think you were born with that courage, that ethics, that sexuality, that creativity, that genius is not and never will be your friend.

Do you understand me?


What we today call "the major world religions" have placed most of the world in violent conflict for thousands of years, instrumental as they are in the spawning of the very God or Demon of all large-scale and psychological warfare, making the extraction of human capital primary, integral to which were the compliance of billions of people (all under coercion smuggled into all primary social relationships and acceptance or else) to the commensurate social delusions and extortion they invariably come to vaunt as indispensable components of the very language of all life, safety, progress and knowledge, wholly conflating liberty and tyranny from before they even learn to speak. Religions and the banks that run them have ignited a nuclear mushroom cloud of cross-pollination of social and military engineering of truly God-like influence and proportions fueled entirely by the crisis psychology of adherents (voluntary or not) as though by the very cradle of all that is human or divine. Take all so-called major (martial) religions away and what do you have but a world of simple people enjoying everything that nature, creation, family and sexuality have to offer as to the unending delights of unmitigated human creativity and communion. With them all we have is a humanity at war with its own heritage as though essential for what little actual safety, health or progress we enjoy if at infinite cost to generations apt to care even less about this fact if they are even able to comprehend it or, indeed, are ever enjoined to do so, an act that would mean leaving all cults on Earth and becoming as I once did a total social pariah and Dealing With It.

Religion is great. Imagination is awesome. But what we see with the behaviour of religious (or even "patriotic" and "academic") people is not normal; it falls outside of the most liberal parameters for personal faith; their sexual and mental phobias and psychoses being the worst kept secret of the last two thousand years. 


People who suffer need not to suffer the same way that they need to learn and understand that the only reason that major spirituality like Christianity, Islam, Judaism or the New Age, Buddhism or Catholicism are as popular and even ubiquitous as they are is because of two reasons: The first is that they were all enforced, for thousands of years, with overt and continuing covert medical, military, psychiatric and democratic Inquisitions of unending orders of torture to men, women and children, to human heritage... and Two that books or stories like that of Jesus and the Bible were well disguised clothing for deeper human knowledge (tortured though it was and is as well) regarding the cellular neurological symbiosis of all Mankind, body and mind, with the plants, animals and celestial intelligence (e.g. Mycelium) of nature's kingdom, integral as every child's health and happiness (according to themselves) is to any kingdom worthy of the name. 

Take people who join Alcoholics Anonymous - changing names does not necessarily change brains.

We employ ideas to console ourselves or to increase our understanding of a life we cannot really control, to face the fear of having to face life or death alone.

Grand delusions, as you say, give the appearance of a control that does not exist, except by magnifying it through others, the effects of which include coercing other brains to do the same for their own survival in a world rife with delusion. In a world starving for sufficient consideration, delusion becomes the air we breathe, part savior, part devil.

Challenge delusions and we face the grief that made the delusion so attractive or even unquestionable in the first place. Face the grief and we allow it to restore brain function, making life more enjoyable than any delusion ever could but at prohibitive costs one subsequently loses the ability or will to confront though an pathological aversion integral to our every commensurate value in life - a glitter that is not gold to anyone but those who feed off of extracting human capital with impunity.





Our ancestors associated lightening and thunder (and moon and sun and star) with divine creation because they observed, felt and experienced creation as electrical and involving both a physical (bounded) and non-physical (relatively unbounded) spacial dimension involved in all generation, conception, transformation and continuity of mental and sexual energy long since corroborated by the science of electricity regulated by Banks and Churches and Schools that would safeguard their monopoly upon tasking all surviving human industry and blood with extracting as much human capital as possible apace forces of true regeneration.

See https://youtu.be/TttHkDRuyZw
(Professor Eric Dollard on History of Electricity)


See Axiom 932 - SEX



It is complete. And They saw that it was good: A cybernetic society is wholly assimilated into every "liberation" from a cybernetic society.

The most injurious things ever done to me were not done on purpose. More's the shame. For what is worse? Thoughtful or thoughtless violence?

People who suffer need not to suffer the same way that they need to learn and understand that the only reason that major spirituality like Christianity, Islam, Judaism or the New Age, Buddhism or Catholicism are as popular and even ubiquitous as they are is because of two reasons: The first is that they were all enforced, for thousands of years, with overt and continuing covert medical, military, psychiatric and democratic Inquisitions of unending orders of torture to men, women and children, to human heritage... and Two that books or stories like that of Jesus and the Bible were well disguised clothing for deeper human knowledge (tortured though it was and is as well) regarding the cellular neurological symbiosis of all Mankind, body and mind, with the plants, animals and celestial intelligence (e.g. Mycelium) of nature's kingdom, integral as every child's health and happiness (according to themselves) is to any kingdom worthy of the name.

Compare that to the multiplicative orders of coercion with which we send our children out into the world today, and bow your head in shame upon your cross of choice, an as symbolic as literal torture device from which no god but thyself shall save you and that with the courage of a human heritage and genius quite inimical and antithetical to every single phalanx of medicine, education, cosmology, religion, spirituality, progress, safety and democracy on Earth.

History is nothing more than the story of negligence, and particularly the neglect of children by their mother and father. To hear the voice of history is to hear the voice of our ancestors and our children, for this negligence tells a story that goes back thousands of years. Ignoring it (born as we are wholly sensible of it and wholly disabused of our senses and voices, of every native and natural prospect and richness of the whole human locus of ethical, sexual, emotional, mental and celestial development, coordination, communion, transformation and continuity) actually stops up our ears, our eyes our brains and our blood. Listening to it has the opposite effect. Most people think that they hear and see and think about the real things of the world. They do not.

Most people are blind, deaf and dumb, especially those who pride themselves on being more aware, spiritual or enlightened than the rest. Because being blind, deaf and dumb and using one's own developmental trauma (converted into exceptional powers wholly symbiotic with every tyranny and torture on Earth) to equate our sickness with our only possible deliverance is the only way to "make a living" and be safe.

Only people who do not feel safe in themselves would object to these words. For we live in a world where prison psychology, family psychology, social psychology, prison psychology, cult psychology, military psychology, child psychology and all proper Psychology are the same exact subject, one completely corrupted as any problems it aims to solve and as any injuries it aims to heal by treating any of these subjects as in any way excluded from any other article in the set, each of which are wholly symbiotic with the rest. 


**See Axioms 938 - Cybernetic Psychology Appendices
 

If you answer Yes or Maybe to any of the following questions then you are brain damaged:

Should anyone be without every exceptional food and shelter, medicine, pleasure and liberty if they....?

Have no job?

Were abused by their first family?

Hate society?

Are vocal about neglect?

Were brain damaged by being psychologically orphaned by the people who were supposed to love them most, people who still think them ungrateful, evil, sick or misled?

Don't like money?

Don't wish to work for money?

Do not have an education?

Dropped out of school?

Have an anxiety disorder or depression?

Are a drug or alcohol addict?

Went to prison?

Hate all religions, including all professional associations and labour-related culture?

Spend large amounts of time sitting around talking about the government?

Likes anal sex?

Smokes marijuana?

Hates all debt-, death- and debt-based religions?

Refuses to eat wheat?

Ran away from home?

Hates the military?

Lives off of the government?

Just look at all the sex in nature reflecting the sun and the moon that reflect Man and Man's very blood and wonder in Heaven and Earth...

....that of the laughter of a child.

Sexual and primordial ether is the total electrical and celestial living impulse of all song and knowledge god and goddess, voice and story.

Sex is on the Cross one world and the next, yin/yang. So the sun of the aetheric celestial blood of all life and desire, here and hereafter.

Sunlight is sexual in nature, the child god of two worlds of electric and magnetic space (primordial ether) coming together. So sex reigns. Just look at all the sex in nature reflecting the sun and the moon that reflect Man and Man's very blood and wonder in Heaven and Earth that of the laughter of a child.

If people knew how much science and medicine were controlled and contrived (tortured and forced), they would call them what they really are, sophisticated cults.

We are all in this life that goes on forever together with one another. And so with the most valuable, the most ephemeral and substantial.

This is why lightening and thunder was associated with Zeus/Jesus or God and with the sons and daughters of God,....

with sexual pleasure and mushrooms, with all the seasons and creatures and feelings of living creative intelligence, with the living electric impulse of all nature, song and knowledge, with every celestial and terrestrial organ of memory, voice and story.

Dedicated to Ken Rouleau, Philosopher, Artist, Activist, Poet, Father, Friend and Son.




Recited here:


Reference:






The mind has no name,
Or it fades into the distance
Like a story made of letters
And phrases like miles
That eat and are eaten
By changes of a range
Quite incomprehensible
Unless the mind,
Like the earth and sky
Or like the volcanoes
And the life that springs from them, too,
Is at once the Giver
And the Taker (or the Changer) of Life
Across time and age and space floats all the stars
Across body and planes
Of such rich living beauty
As to tempt the mind to believe
That it cannot ever die
Or can only ever succumb
To yet farther or more intricately woven
Regions and organs of Itself
And we would there find
Here remembered There
And so all distance which parted
Brought everything and everyone together
Like veins of blood or water or gold and silver apples,
Unbidden fruit of Man's wild nature and heritage,
Vast ethers through which moved the world
Some heavenly harbour
From whence we need "unmoor no more"
Veins all memory and recollection
All death and birth, transformation and life
All bliss
All song or knowledge lives on the lips of dawn itself;
All mother and father and child, all desire, grief and joy
Letters that fade even as they appear
Escaping the mind
Even as they spring
For all that their wholly novel
Combinations of elements, feelings, forces and careers
Flicker in and out
Of dizzying arrays of promises
That stop the throat
With all the sorrow in the world
A loss worse than death
That washes away
Everything
But the unrelenting sin
Twice crowned
By winds of desire
Fleeing and approach their very conception
For and against oneself
With and without oneself
So that only one small
But valuable mercy remains
A Muse of the ages
A savior
A sacrifice of no small measure
Taken up by every letter of Heaven and Earth
And of every shore the breath would carry itself to
At once from and into and from again
The mother, the father, and the blood
That is poured from her womb and his
Onto this earth
To join the cataracts of creation
From whence it came
Like an anointing oil
Mixed with every water of generations of
Worlds and folds of the marriage of mind and body
Of will and idea, of memory and destiny
Here and Hereafter the Sun of all Mankind
Tortured for all to see
In the nature of the mind
Cast out in exile
To wander alone
Homeless
A beggar
Taxed beyond all relief
And relieved
Whatever one's fleeting distractions
By only that
The end of such a world
Promised though one's very doom
By all was Once upon the Moon
And stars that are the enemy
Of no song or knowledge
But this
For which only the Sun of Man
May be despised
By reason of so great a calumny
By reason of so great a majesty of blasphemy
(Whose blasphemy were the new blasphemy)
As to defy and to supply all salvation
Binding up what song or knowledge
What god or goddess
What truth or beauty or food, even,
What springs of hope or joy or sorrow
Burst from the clouds and bounds of heaven and earth
In but fleeting inspiration
Staggering, alone,
Upon some wasted and blasted soil
Whose life were ignorant of itself
But for the realms of years that turned
Calendrical wheels of born for fortunes of torture
Voices and stories whose modest currents retained
The very marrow of the mind of Man in his and her heaven,
nerves of endless blue
Ran through
The blood
Of the first churches
The first holy books
Through the first royal families
of this Earth
And the Word equal to Her ways and His

But only this:

"Ye who are born and live
but an enchanted hour
in the turning of all the
spheres of the kingdoms of the crowning
light and desire of Man,
Yours is a knowledge like your name
Spelled not in torture
but in fortunes that will
transform without surcease
suns that rise from darkness unto
illimitable darkness
though from amniotic gardens of
unbounded sexual identity
slips, day to day, from one
name, one word, one phrase to the next
robes of spring and winter, summer and autumn
robes of homes in earth and sky."

So fear not the majesty or the blasphemy
of thyself
Who hath by every sorrow and joy already
conquered every distance of space or change
or age
In this the Temple of thine and thee
Who hath forgotten with every wind upon thy breath
And who hath swallowed
And who hath engulfed and engorged with
infinite thankfulness, pleasure and pain
that speaks every word thou ever
Would to all whom you love
The very unfolding genesis of heaven and earth
Alternating concentrations (consecrations) of thy blood of song and knowledge,
god and goddess radiant life and mind
and desire and blood and light, day and night

Of insight, inspiration, languor,
wonder and celestial transformation
of love and loss
alternately swallowed and conceived by
the womb and blood or organs wholly symbiotic with those of the Moon and Sun of
Man or Beast

Of Sin or Salvation

Of King or Queen

Of foods or juices of joy or sex
of Life or Christ

That join unto the very distance or death
With the mind of our mind
The soul of our soul
And all the voices and organs of
our voices and organs
Tortured in order to save us
For the greatest majesty and the greatest tragedy
Of our heritage in mind or in kind
Mocked by our own cultural clocks,
For save us though some would
None could take from us
The fortune and the fate that is ours
Written in all the seasons and the stars
fading into the eyes of a child of this world,
this mind or the next together forever
if any two people were ever together at all.






At the battered corpsman's sleeve
     The alpine green the wrecked
Return to Paradise by birth
     Elysium or Hades

After all that we believed
     We were conceived in death
These letters Heaven and the Earth
     The limbs of trees and lords and ladies

A shock of water cold as blue
     No purchase for the mind
Submerged from first a sky so true,
     So generous and kind

This body were so wild as
     The nations all around
Afraid and sick with fear, attacks
     That nearly take a knee and bow

And who can say that none hath raised
     The banner and the shield
That flew the future to the past
     And all its futures healed

Of bugs, of night, of things that bite
     And cloud when it was fair
For all the things we do and write
     Like magic in the air

To catch a dream out in the dark
     And fall aback with fear
So much is made of gallant hearts
     Until the stars appear

If you can gather up a will
     And memory as true
As doubts a holy king or queen
     Beneath the boundless blue

Who drank or could have drank from streams
     And listened to the birds
A consecration that believes
     That yours is but to burst

From first thou walkest on the grass
     Or passed in front thine eyes
So blessèd heaven come to pass
     Reflected in the skies

The sweat and smile that was lost
     Or hardly meant to be
More than an atom of the world
     Was always thus with thee

Atop a mountain flung with shadows
     Battered by the wind
That drowned our voices in the hallows
     Where our stories live

Begin as organs of our lives
     Our sweat and breath and bone
To laugh and move through Paradise
     And never leave your home

A sun was set into the sky
     The seasons of the year
That men would feel the reason why
     They need not ever fear.




This world is made of shadows on the mountaintop. Its nature contains all virtues, qualities that will not long tolerate being construed as morality and especially as sexual morality that has risen to some barbaric kind of prominence over the course of the last two thousand years, a development that boasts some of the most barbaric effects upon our species, effects as easily teased into the very stratosphere of spiritual and religious orthodox, so much that it has disrupted like any war would the very cultural and biological parameters necessary for human brain development, whether one is religious or not as a cog in the world brain and its veritably anatomically-incorrect holy mothers and fathers.

If anything or anyone is divine, it is the nature that includes though the sky and all the stars the nature of our mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, people and bonds whose warmth were reflected in and by the electrical currents of every league of heaven and earth, moon and sun and star, all of whose sexual energy (or physically and celestially fundamental relationship that of all magnetic and dielectric radiation meets across its every reflecting surface or nature one world and another) spells out its inimitable as illimitable living impulse with every sequence of cause and effect, mind and matter and every transformation of the as rich and wholly symbiotic integral as light or water, air or fire innocence, experience, transformation and growth of all Mankind across and beyond all bounds of space and time.

See Axiom 932 - SEX

We are at war.

We are marinated in warlike crisis psychology beyond all surviving notice or accountability. Hurt with impunity, our brains are forced to smuggle, in collusion with all untimely violence, aggressive propensities into every language of human goodness and greatness, safety and salvation.

We are also immersed in nature and in the living book of nature tortured most noticeably by a book that might as well be called The Greatest Torture of Nature Ever Told, the Holy Bible, the Qu'uran and the Talmud.

"Thou art That," "Be without the three gunas [primordial forces of nature], "Thy will be done," "Love thy neighbour as thyself," and "All is One," "Trust the Universe...."

Mean very little if it is not, like any other even austere philosophical platitude, accompanied by a generous measure of Thine Own Will fueled by the voices of every organ of your body, mind, desires, family, ancestors, nature and society.

Thou art integral to That, for Good or Bad.

Nature is the most influential force in our lives.

Whether we ignore it or not (whether or not we were taught or not to do so), nature remains the most influential force in our lives.

"Be good to your children to their complete satisfaction" should be known as the Whole of the Law. That and, "To the very extent that you would protect your nation, your values, your safety, your family, your freedom, your faith or your wealth protect whatever surviving space for your children to give voice to anything that concerns them about your success or not at making adequate provision for who and what they are by birth." 

See Axiom 936 - The Only True Law of  Lawful Land

When is the last time you had nourishment that fueled your vision of your life, your relationships, your will power and, indeed, its native wild howl of most informative and even inspired agony?

If you cannot remember, remember that you can't be all that you can be if you are starving and that all of modern society is contingent upon your starving for ethically-discriminating truth, food and love. This is its language. These are the deepest impressions it means to leave upon your brain and that of your children, that of your own mother and father and that of all of your mothers and fathers, and so these are the most hostile yet much lauded propensities smuggled into every confidence relationship, into every trust, what remains of these relationships held up not by the sacrifice of a god but by the sacrifice of the ability to even grieve where we even retain any sense of what we have truly lost and what this loos has truly cost us - we who love savings of all kinds.









Clouds like herds of elephant
Taps drip, crying
For those former inhabitants
who could not

Golden streams slip through them
dreaming of loam and root and stone
The blood of countless constellations
of nerves of blue
and deepest night and illimitable dawns
not even born

Sniffing the early morning breeze
Animals peer into the horizon
Lured by trails of Heaven and Earth
All shimmer and shadow
Running like flowers and clouds
Through one another

So we raise our flagons
Stirring children from their sleep
With the twinkling stars
The glimmering moon
And the shadows of a summer's day

Clouds like herds of elephant
Their memories strewn
O'er all the world
Weeping with joy.















The spine of the eagle
The whirring of blue
Consider the hearing
Of me and of you

As though carved in the notches
Of forests and streams
Of mountains, of mosses
And gods in their dreams

We drink as hungry for this land
As for some dream's abode
As giant as a thunderclap
And wonderful as home

The heart is lifted wings of grey
And white and green and gold
Into these memories of life
Of heaven and of old

Taste on the lips these senses five
This dragon and this βeast
This animal we call our Body
All its harmonies

Of every clap and thunder underneath the stars
(the words)
Would look at thee once more
the face of nature's blood and ours

My letters would rune into tides
Will gladly drink of thee
Bury my pen (the earth and skies)
A weeping willow tree.








The nature of the body something so complete from first
We live and breathe and see and smell the world the nature of the Sun
Illuminating letters of a story all about the birth
About the heavens and the earth electric as the blood
The Sun our mothers and our fathers, sons and daughters born
This nature of the moon and sun and of the sea and stars
Attracted as we are attracted every living form
Of mind and earth and air and water their desires ours
A song and knowledge god and goddess crossing night and day
Illimitable amniotic darkness with the bloom
The stroke of dawn and every yawn of generations play
A glint of gold and silver riches reaches of the Moon
Of light and dark and every heart were borne aloft the winds
And currents that uncertain hour flowered long ago
The end of Once for Once upon a story that begins
With every nature that we read (or breathe) conceived (a bolt of sex and thunder) leagues our own
The seeds of sex and sun that find another world prepared for them
The trees sustain the first reflection the electric ethers that return
A child to a child and a smile to its realm
Some amniotic current nourished Heaven and the Earth
Reflected and remembered ours if that of anybody else
By every span of Man and nature tortured who knows how
Upon the cross of spring and winter, moon and sun and cloud
The prick of dawn and death and song and knowledge...
past and future, then and now.



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