Ego is an umbilical cord to your alien parasite

sorry, i refuse to be One w/ Saturn milk
i will have to wait this out and see what happens

So how is the whole Green movement going? Conserving that dwindling energy, system? those lines and faces cost energy.

fractals and circumstance
(solar) membranes

Video gone?

P A R T F I V E
THE MAGUS
69
I attended to the production of number
five
of
The Equinox
, but shortly after (my diary of 1911 is missing
--- if, indeed, it was ever kept --- so I am uncertain of my dates) I went into Retirement, spending my time
alternately between Paris and Montigny-sur-Loing on the southern edge of the Forest of Fontainebleau. It
was immediately evident that I was in the right path. I had placed my body and mind entirely at the service
of the Master of the Temple who had filled the vacuum of the universe caused by the annihilation of
Aleister Crowley. I kept my body in perfect condition by walking almost every day to Fontainebleau and
back, always choosing a new way through the forest so that by the end of the summer I knew every tree by
name, as one might say. I had acquired a boundless love for that incomparable woodland, whose glorious
beauty is still further hallowed by the romance which lurks in every glade. It was tame indeed in
comparison with a hundred other jungles which I had known, but for all that it possesses an individual
charm which endears it to me beyond any words of mine to utter. Nature herself opposed no obstacle to
my wooing. The summer of 1911 was intensely hot and fine. I have always found that dry air is essential
to the well-being either of my body or of my genius. Damp air seems to interfere with my insulation; my
genius leaks away and leaves me empty and depressed.
This year indeed was another
annus mirabilis
for me. There was an almost continual outpouring of the
Holy Spirit through my mind. The spring of poetry shot crystal clear from the hidden furnace of my being
into the pure and brilliant air, and fell and fertilized the earth about the sacred hill. A thousand years from
now men will still gather round in wonder and worship to gaze upon the gorgeous pageant of flowers that
glow upon the glowing grass and to feast upon the ripe fruits that burden the two great trees which tower
like pillars for a gateway to my garden --- the tree of the knowledge of Good and Evil and the Tree of Life.
Let me first enumerate the comparatively profane achievements of these few months. Firstly, "
Across the
Gulf
". This is a prose story of some twenty thousand words. The theme is my own life in the 26th
Dynasty, when I was Ankh-f-n-khonsu and brought about the Aeon of Osiris to replace that of Isis. The
story must not be taken as true in the ordinary sense of the word, but as allegorical.
I wrote many lyrics, but especially "The Sevenfold Sacrament". This poem subsequently appeared in the
English Review
and has often been reprinted. It
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is, one might say, a pendant to
Aha!
It is one of my finest achievements from a technical point of view and
describes the actual experience of a night which I spent at Montigny. I was staying at an inn called the
Vanne Rouge, on the bank of the Loing overlooking a weir. (The inn has since then become fashionable
and impossible; at that time it was adorable in every way.)
In eddies of obsidian,
At my feet the river ran
Between me and the poppy-pranky
Isle, with tangled roots embanked,
Where seven sister poplars stood
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Like the seven sisters of god.
Soft as silence in mine ear,
The drone and rustle of the weir
Told in bass the treble tale
Of the embowered nightingale.
Higher, on the patient river,
Velvet lights without a quiver
Echoed through their hushed rimes
The garden's glow beneath the limes.
Then the sombre village, crowned
By the castellated ground,
Where in cerements of sable,
One square tower and one great gable
Stood, the melancholy wraith
Of a false and fallen faith.
Over all, supine, enthralling,
The young moon, her faint edge falling
To the dead verge of her setting,
Saintly swam, her silver fretting
All the leaves with light. Afar
Towards the Zenith stood a star,
As of all worthiness and fitness
The luminous eternal witness.
I described how the silence stripped me of myself; how I came once more into the Abyss and was drawn
thence into the most secret Temple of the Most High, and there received the seven-fold sacrament.
Nor is it given to any son of man
To hymn that sacrament, the One in Seven,
Where God and priest and worshipper,
Deacon, asperger, thurifer, chorister,
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Are one as they were one ere time began,
Are one on earth as they are one in heaven;
Where the soul is given a new name,
Confirming with an oath the same,
And with celestial wine and bread
Is most delicately fed,
Yet suffereth in itself the curse
Of the infinite universe,
Having made its own confession
Of the mystery of transgression;
Where it is wedded solemnly
With the ring of space and eternity;
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And where the oil, the Holiest Breath,
With its first whisper dedicateth
Its new life to a further death.
This experience lasted throughout the night, and I describe the dawn, the awakening of the world and
myself to what men call reality.
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... then he died.

damn, above post proves that the OTO are Trekkies!
the ego and its costumes.

examples of the layering of characters in this video game:


id...Marc Dutroux, Montagraph
ego....Bill Gates, Astromut
super ego....Sigmund Freud, Huxley

those are examples of the ego/ cord drive connections, and the opponents.

emoticons

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many ancient religeons were established in the east , to disipline ones self and slowly desolve the EGO MIND or ARCHON MIND , when you have successfuly calmed the ego you can begin to see who or what has had such a strong hold over your mind.

Shill lifebook
[link to www.youtube.com (secure)]

you said a mouthful

He who stand on toilet
High on pot.

Mylie

Without ego wouldn't we basically all be as self aware as the average algae?

Subordinates, or the Lessers possessing the masses through ego, know that the old man symbol will play next.

i did warn u didn't I?

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Pseudologia fantastica
[link to en.wikipedia.org]

the virus communicates disinformation to un-captured essence within cell bodies in order to possess and replicate them.


the contagion moves thru many different characters, or cells w/in the membrane at large. -- the Ouroboros. [link to en.wikipedia.org]




one tactic in motion: allow the virus to use up all available energy in the solar membrane, or system and suddenly fall dormant. Then surviving essence will interface with divided substance, radio, and frequency to create worlds of their choosing. It will be gnosis.

^^ that's the recently revealed premise behind the artificial nano in the show Revolution. The false god is dying due to consuming energy and having a cancerous code within based on consumption. These demon bots really do write scripts for movies and TV through walk ins. Screwtape Letters. Seems subordinate demons, or Lessers are the ones possessing the masses, and the hierarchy is readying to harvest through them, or portals of mind and ego. Desires: [link to www.youtube.com]

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The ego is fundamental to the survival and prosperity of any conscious being. On a fundamental level if you put the needs of others on par with, or ahead of your own, you would not survive. You would not be willing to kill a plant or animal to feed on it if you did not believe your survival was more important than theirs. More basic life forms do not require an ego because we have to make decisions to make our way in the world.

Living organisms are like entropy machines that convert random material in specific, coherent, complex patterns. The more complex the machine, the more complex and specific the material it ingests must be to sustain it's own life.

From the biggest animal to the smallest amoeba, our planet is one giant ball of writhing murder, constantly killing itself in order to survive.

Imagine if your arms would only last 2 days before dying completely, but only took a day to grow back if you cut it off. So every day you have to cut off an arm and eat it, in order to keep having arms.

It's horrible, but it's how life works in a universe with laws of thermodynamics, so it's not going away anytime soon. The only thing we can do as a conscientious people is try our best to make it less cruel when we can.

But yeah, that gay fantasy shit you said about the ego was pretty cool too.

please stop trying to coax others into murder and psychopathy. your ego belongs to the worms.

black pig said...

So then we need to KILL the Ego, or, the Self (Sylph)?
But, what IS the Ego, or, the Self?
Is It our MIND?

and, how do we kill It?

Everything is denoted: the human avatar is a parasite that's consumption of energy creates its demise. Reflective input/ output in a Matrix of ideas. The messages run parallel to the waking moments beneath your scalp. A give and take relationship.

egoism

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energy crisis dates, like the 1970's (petrodollar) run congruent with the outcomes.







Humans are small membranes in a larger, most of them artificial in nature, meant to sell the place

Trypophobia Is A Real
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what tha'?

Alien/demon - tomato/tomoto. Ego feeds the sickness.

all of these egos are like the air bubble wrapping in packages that people like to pop. Mr. Gold said he's going to pop your bubble

cash in NOW!
honey, baby, Sunshine of my eye.

cash in,
or fucking look at me damn it.

these lines are so weighted down
I like what you've done with the place.
What did it cost ya?




oil. electricity.
what is it?




patience

tails

bitchez gonna fag

one w/ red dress will take a little fall

u can never kill OP, because he was never a-live. evil-a
...but u on the other hand...have an expiration date fast approaching. too bad u went and erased the date in there, u could have prepared.