Think, my little earth slobs, of what you propose to transport...

dump of all photos of text from my phone 

Rodolfo Llinás on TSN: "Enter the 'I of the Vortex'"

Mugwort+tageta lucida

Lucid dreaming is not about building a second you/sorcerer body/animal body in the vein of Castaneda's cast offs, but about generating a fluxing flowing consciousness that persists towards the highest principles in spite of all changes in any selves on any worlds. When these principles begin to become muscle memory, one proportionally begins to approach every reality as if it is equally illusory, and every dream becomes lucid.


Lots of experiments lately, and some profound results....I may disappear frequently, or for a long time...but I always find my way back. More to come....

time-killing try-angles

some notes and thoughts on Botticelli’s Lucifer as a report on Dante’s status at the end of this first stage of the spiritual journey.

As the Stygian realms of the underworld are penetrated by the spiral path, this intimacy with trauma generates the first waves of inhumanism in its traversing of interlocking rings of purifying, zones of annihilative unity. This inhumanism, far from being monstrous, however, diagrams the new multi-angle perspective spawned from this intimacy - humanism cannot survive the annihilation of self into a collective that includes all beings, and so shifts to existentialism. Existentialism folds under the weight of the direct experience of non-existence in mors mystica, and the entity that crosses this hedgerow is never again quite able to limit their identity to the inside of the human-animal perspective - Reza's inhumanism emerges as the posthuman identity that aligns purpose with the All, the One, the Spinozan Nature, the Buddhist conception of Mind, the collective unconscious, the "Gaian mind", this autonomy of Reason. As Dante comes to the center of the inferno his point of view progressively aligns with Lucifer’s, as the witness to divine justice is overlaid on the mechanism of this justice - the positioning of Lucifer in the center of the spiral gives the panopticon view of this unfolding circular/labyrinthine horror of Time, the view that must bear witness to the Real to grow wings sewn from Indra’s net. The alchemical metaphor of the Stone is laid upon the blacksmith's anvil, forged and shaped under tectonic pressures, alive in hellfire. This panopticon “god-like” view sparked from aligning self with all suffering inverts the Narcissus-like stasis of the spera, the central sphere, the mirror of the inferno - allowing an escape from hellish suffering found by penetrating through its core in an act of pure identification with the negative, or the self-overcoming of the central void of nihilism by integrating its nihilatory function into the self. This integration is the result of allowing the self to be annihilated, and being present and aware for the natural neural/mental reconstruction of the unified, unihilified, consciousness that has now a sense-able memory record of having free existence excised, taken from it, along with all closeness to the oppressed that this particular variety of trauma entails. The mirror maze is the purifying snow-white fire of the boundary between inferno and purgatorio, the mirrored-sphere of ice that prevents Lucifer from successfully ascending - because the way out is not up but further down.  

the way that can be told is not the way...but the way that can be felt...

There remained, however, at the moment when the shooting was no longer but to come, the feeling of lightness that I would not know how to translate: freed from life? the infinite opening up? Neither happiness, nor unhappiness. Nor the absence of fear and perhaps already the step beyond. I know, I imagine that this unanalyzable feeling changed what there remained for him of existence. As if the death outside of him could only henceforth collide with the death in him. "I am alive. No, you are dead."
The Instant of my Death - Maurice Blanchot

If, on the other hand, it has been possible during life to set going the "backward-flowing", rising movement of the life-forces, if the forces of the anima are mastered by the animus, then a release from external things takes place. They are recognized but not desired. Thus the illusion is robbed of its strength. An inner, ascending circulation of forces takes place. The ego withdraws from its entanglement in the world, and after death remains alive because "interiorization" has prevented the wasting of the life-forces in the outer world. Instead of these being dissipated, they have made within the inner rotation of monad a centre of life which is independent of bodily existence. Such an ego is a god, deus, shên. Such a being survives as long as the inner rotation continues. Also, it can invisibly influence men to great thoughts and noble deeds. The saints and sages of ancient times are beings like these, who for thousands of years have stimulated and educated humanity.

But there remains a limitation. These beings retain a personal character and are therefore subject to the effects of space and time. Neither are they immortal any more than heaven and earth are eternal. Eternal is the golden flower only, which grows out of inner liberation from all bondage to things. A man who reaches this stage transposes ego; he is no longer limited to the monad but penetrates the magic circle of the polar duality of all phenomena and returns to the undivided ONE, Tao.
The Secret of the Golden Flower - Richard Wilhelm

Penrose’s Conformal Cyclic Cosmology [...] is a radical new cosmological model which assumes that the universe consists of a sequence of aeons, each of them a solution of the Einstein equations with sources and positive cosmological constant, each expanding from an initial Big Bang singularity to a space-like future null infinity I, the I of one aeon being identified conformally with the Big Bang of the next. The Equations of Conformal Cyclic Cosmology - Paul Tod