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23
May
08

Kicking the Cobblestones

A good friend turned me onto a mind-expanding blog titled The Cleaver. The author, Neil Kramer, describes himself as an “agent of consciousness broadcasting from the third density.” His latest blog entry, Demystifying Illuminist Power Structures, is riveting. In the interest of combating reader fatigue, I have excerpted only portions of the post. If you are so inclined, I highly recommend reading it in its entirety.

The illusory world in which we find ourselves has both gross and subtle aspects. Gross in terms of the five sense perceived reality and subtle as in that which lies beyond the direct comprehension of the senses. The path of transcendent knowledge, unique to each individual, guides us through both levels to a higher frequency of consciousness and a fuller understanding of how the multiverse is composed. In this respect, awareness of Illuminist organizations and their methods can be considered a natural part of moving through the gross illusory stages. As energies retune from the physical to the metaphysical, perspective is positively transformed and many of the ominous manoeuvrings of the Illuminist agenda begin to dissipate.

Humans are not unconscious and dim-witted by nature. Our impressive contemporary ignorance is the result of prolonged and invasive conditioning. The Control System uses basic diversionary tactics to prevent most humans from ever engaging with anything meaningful. It deploys encumbering psychological hoaxes like keeping people stressed inside a protestant work ethic time-loop, over endorsing left brain activity, removing the divine from daily life, omnipresent junk entertainment etc. It augments these with physical disconnections through bad water, bad food and a haze of atmospheric and electromagnetic interference. Combined, they subvert the natural evolution of the human soul from its normal ascension trajectory down to the prosaic drudgery of the 21st century consumer plantation.

The Gross Illusion

The affairs of planet Earth are locally administered by unelected organizations operating from behind a screen of artificial capitalist and communist governments. The Wizard of Oz is pulling the levers and the munchkins are reverently oblivious. A bitter pill to swallow. The emergence of the Internet has made it possible to assemble and cross reference masses of previously disparate data into a more lucid and conceivable whole. A course of alternative esoteric education that would’ve formerly taken decades (with the cooperation of several major libraries) can now be achieved within a few months. There is much deep study, analysis and intuition required, but it can be done. Suffice to say the Control System is real. The plot has been thickening nicely from day one. As with any other illusion, the student must progress sequentially through each distinct layer to arrive at the truth, the key to the entire illusion.

Into The Mists Of Time

The Control System offers nanohistory as our default reference point. An absurdly myopic perspective that suggests it is only worth looking back a few hundred years for any meaningful historical orientation. Everything before then was outlandish, superstitious and largely uncivilized – apart from the Greeks and Romans who had sanitation, hot running water and fresh grapes. This represents most people’s degree of historical awareness. Restricting access to the historical record is fundamental to the success of shaping people’s consciousness to see only that which is directly under their nose.

It is possible to trace Illuminist groups back to around 6000 BCE. Undoubtedly, they go back a lot earlier, but until we get independent access to authentic historical documents (many of which are secreted in the Vatican archives, I am reliably informed), we shall have to use thoughtful conjecture. Certainly we can track Illuminist origins to the Mithraic, Zoroastrian and Dionysian mystery schools; also directly to ancient Egypt from the predynastic period of around 5500 BCE to the early dynastic period of 3150 BCE. Inevitably, the picture gets clearer and there is more detailed information the more recent you get. For example, it can be persuasively argued that there is an unbroken thread through the Egyptian > Roman > Christian > English/US Empires. Bloodlines have been preserved throughout the timeline by way of meticulous interbreeding in order to isolate lineages with certain esoteric DNA characteristics. Funny how this stuff isn’t mentioned in high school history lessons. As Philip K Dick said, “The empire never ended.” (Valis, 1980).

Masters Of Reality

The Control System works by keeping everyone focussing on the lowest levels of the pyramid, the base levels of the illusion. Within this contrived paradigm, people are conditioned to give their energy only to the synthetic culture received through their screen. Cars and football, home makeovers and cooking, gossip and idolatry. It all amounts to the same thing: diversion. The magician’s misdirection distracts attention while the Illuminists siphon your consciousness out of your bottom. Just keep going round that hamster wheel. Round and round. Isn’t it pretty and fun and weird and you kind of can’t get off it.

The phenomenon of ‘predictive programming’ is heavily used on the screen. It presents and acclimatizes the public with new ideas and trends. Usually put forward in a fictional context (to circumvent issues of consent or morality), many of the events, technologies and social attitudes dipped into the collective consciousness are in fact already in the pipeline.

Taking this one step further, I propose that the screen actually seeds the imagination to manifest a pre-determined reality. Far from being the trivial plaything we are told it is, the imagination is a highly developed, super powerful holographic processor. It illustrates, energizes and manifests the world around us, whether we acknowledge it or not. It is the portal through which the universal field condenses thoughtforms into matter. The imagination directly formulates our experience of reality, as strongly now as it did when we were five years old. For this reason, it is imperative that we choose carefully what we put into our minds.

With mastery of our own imagination deactivated, the default setting is to mirror the incoming data stream. Output only what is input. With the modern adult mind discouraged from connecting with reality through actual felt experience, input is predictably derived from the mainstream media. The reality blueprint is transmitted, electronically and literally, from the screen. Trillions of screens.

From The Gross To The Subtle

As consciousness is moved to focus on one’s own evolution, and therefore interfacing with the universal field (which touches everything and everyone), it has the agreeable side effect of automatically vaporizing the psychic restraints of the Control System. Their mindjobs and imaginal seeding no longer function. Their solemn news broadcasts morph into ludicrous parodies. It becomes hard to take their propaganda and disinformation seriously anymore. By concentrating on the path, we free ourselves, expand our consciousness, benefit others and disempower the Control System.

Herein lies the mental transfer from the gross to the subtle. Consciousness creates reality. We are not helpless objects inside it, we make it. The solution is deceptively simple: free yourself and thereby regain sovereign control. Knowing this makes your mind hard to hijack and returns the power of creation back to the real masters of reality – us.

There is no coming to consciousness without pain ~ Carl Jung

27
Apr
08

Aleister Crowley’s “White Stains” (Hidden Seminal Poetry)

As legend holds, Aleister Crowley was “The Wickedest Man in the World.” Born in 1875, Crowley was a British occultist, writer, mountaineer, philosopher, poet, yogi, and opium addict. He figured prominently in several occult organizations including: the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, the A∴A∴, and Ordo Templi Orientis (O.T.O.).

In 1898, Crowley published a work of poetry entitled White Stains. The topics in this work included homosexuality, pederasty, bestiality, corprophilia, and necrophilia. Printed in Amsterdam, “White Stains” had an initial run of only 100 copies, most of them were seized and burned by British customs. I have excerpted several of the poems for your reading pleasure.

A BALLAD
OF PASSIVE PEDERASTY

Boys tempt my lips to wanton use,
And show their tongues, and smile awry,
And wonder why I should refuse
To feel their buttocks on the sly,
And kiss their genitals, and cry:
‘Ah! Ganymede, grant me one night!’
This is the one sweet mystery:
A strong man’s love is my delight!

To feel him clamber on me, laid
Prone on the couch of lust and shame,
To feel him force me like a maid
And his great sword within me flame,
His breath as hot and quick as fame;
To kiss him and to clasp him tight;
This is my joy without a name,
A strong man’s love is my delight.

To feel again his love grow grand
Touched by the langour of my kiss;
To suck the hot blood from my gland
Mingled with fierce spunk that doth hiss,
And boils in sudden spurted bliss;
Ah! God! the long-drawn lusty fight!
Grant me eternity of this!
A strong man’s love is my delight!

GO INTO THE HIGHWAYS AND HEDGES,
AND COMPEL THEM TO COME IN

Let my fond lips but drink thy golden wine,
My bright-eyed Arab, only let me eat
The rich brown globes of sacramental meat
Steaming and firm, hot from their home divine,
And let me linger with thy hands in mine,
And lick the sweat from dainty dirty feet
Fresh with the losse aroma of the street,
And then anon I’ll glue my mouth to thine.

SLEEPING IN CARTHAGE

The month of thirst is ended. From the lips
That hide their blushes in the golden wood
A fervent fountain amorously slips,
The dainty rivers of thy luscious blood;
Red streams of sweet nepenthe that eclipse
The milder nectar that the gods hold good–
How my dry throat, held hard between thy hips,
Shall drain the moon-wrought flow of womanhood!

WITH DOG AND DAME

AN OCTOBER IDYLL

Her other hand is mischievous
To bid the monster Dane grow mad,
His red-haw gaze grows mutinous,
Her eyes have lost the calm they had,
My body grows all amorous.

I yield him place: his ravening teeth
Cling hard to her — he buries him
Insane and furious in the sheath
She opens for him — wide and dim
My mouth is amorous beneath.

Nor move, though now essays the Dane
To cool his weapon in my mouth;
Her lust bestrides me, and is fain
To quench in his sweet sweat her drouth
Her finger probes my bowel again.

All three enjoy once more, and I
Am ready ever to renew
These bestial orgie-nights, whereby
Loose woman’s love is spiced, as dew
On tender spray of spring doth lie.

NECROPHILIA

My nostrils sniff the luxury
Of flesh decaying, bowels torn
Of festive worms, like Venus, born
Of entrails foaming like the sea.

Yea, thou art dead. Thy buttocks now
Are swan-soft, and thou sweatest not;
And hast a strange desire begot
In me, to lick thy bloody brow;

To gnaw thy hollow cheeks, and pull
Thy lustful tongue from out it’s sheath;
To wallow in the bowels of death,
And rip thy belly, and fill full

My hands with all putridities;
To chew thy dainty testicles;
To revel with the worms in Hell’s
Delight in such obscenities;

To pour within thine heart the seed
Mingled with poisonous discharge
From a swollen gland, inflamed and large
With gonorrhoea’s delicious breed;

To probe thy belly, and to drink
The godless fluids, and the pool
Of rank putrescence from the stool
Thy hanged corpse gave, whose luscious stink

Excites these songs sublime. The rod
Gains new desire; dive, howl, cling, suck,
Rave, shreik, and chew; excite the fuck,
Hold me, I come! I’m dead! My God!

“Modern morality and manners suppress all natural instincts, keep people ignorant of the facts of nature and make them fighting drunk on bogey tales” ~ Aleister Crowley




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