Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Now that the victory of president-elect Donald Trump is beginning to feel like a used condom after a night of sloppy, drunken sex, even amongst his own supporters, it’s good to be turning our short attention spans once again toward the task of building something better and more wonderful than the world you’ve been complaining about.
The good news is that, while the work is challenging, arduous, and part of a karmic balancing act, it is also full of wonderful, sensual, truly loving sex magick, that will set your Soul on fire with a DESIRE to live the divine life again.
Because if you don’t have that desireto know the divine in this life, with a gusto and passion that will not be denied, you will be denied. Let’s make this point really clear and simple from the get-go. There is no false advertising on this road you might be thinking about traveling, but it is full of illusion.
This illusion is your gift to your Self, just the same way that you gift yourself the pleasure of sitting in front of the television and watching your favorite movie, or reading your favorite screeds, whether on screens or in scrolls. And just like some movies can be vividly real for you, so too, can the divine life reveal itself as super-luminously real.
I pray that this experience comes true to each and every one of you.
See? I can only point to the thing I’m talking about with these words and pictures, but Sidhe‘s as real as that beastly passionate woman orgasming all over this website through the portal of my poetograph.
I don’t think my Mother had too many moments like the one depicted here, despite delivering five boys to the world for the continued glory of the Roman Catholic Church. She knew a lot of pain in her life, on all levels, for long stretches of years, finally finding Death the way a tired Soul might collapse in the desert for lack of water.
As her son, wrestling with the emerging consciousness of my own divinity, I sought to unravel the knots of suffering that so strangle the Irish Soul, the American Soul, the World Soul. What Victory could a Son deliver to a suffering Mother other than to live a life of Joy?
So my love for women grew. And my cock grew. And our pleasures multiplied; those who fancied spending time with me in naked repose, enjoying life before we died.
The search for sexual ecstasy is the dance of the divine. If you’re going to step onto the dance floor, only your best moves will get you the partner you’re looking for.
Here’s another guideline that’s best said in the beginning, middle and end:
Truth is your best move.
Yes. That means rejection from other people. Lots of it. You’re just gonna have to get used to that until it isn’t like that anymore.
It won’t be like that anymore when there is a greater understanding of how the divine manifests in life through the intelligent, conscious workings of Nature.
The only way you can contribute to that work effectively is to make sure it is accomplished inside of you. By that time, you will be in Paradise, whether the world is there with you or not. It won’t really matter at that point, even if you’re a Bodhisattva.
The work is done without a LUST FOR RESULT, even though Lust is the starting point of our journey and a key component and lesson in the successful undertaking and completion of the work.
What’s all this talk about “work”?
Does the Sun work? Is the Celestial Throne built upon toil?
The poet William Blake looked to the sun and saw choirs of angels surrounding it, singing Hallelujah a lot better than Leonard Cohen ever did. If you listen to this that kind of Pythagorean music, I think you’ll notice there’s an element of joy that’s blazingly obvious.
Cultivate joy. As a son of Pan, sexual pleasure is a true joy in this life, and it certainly has been a big part of the criteria I’ve set for a joyful life. You can set your criteria whatever way you want. This is an abundant universe that will lovingly respond to your will.
This was the great wisdom of Aleister Crowley‘s Thelema. True magick reveals that each individual can cultivate a relationship with Nature that is as deeply personal as your desire to find someone who truly understands and sees you for who you truly are.
Once you have this, deep down to your root chakra and invested all the way up your spine to your serpentine crown, then you become a Pendragon, and you may create the Camelot of your own heart’s inspired imagination.
Today, I made another significant step in the evolution of this incredibly enjoyable life. I deleted from my list of bookmarked sites within my browser, the last and best repository of insightful information and analysis about the unfolding madness of human current events.
I won’t mention what site it was. There are so many like that site on the internet these days, pretending to know what’s what, yet never able to lead their readers anywhere but endlessly following THEM (the global troublemakers) on a treadmill of obvious bullshit, seen through a set of eyes growing weary with despondency for the future, or bitter and cranky about the interminable evil that simply, will not EVER stop.
My life is becoming far more important than the world I had been earnestly trying to alert through my media publications and creations. The people of this world now have all the information for a lifetime of happiness within a keystroke. If people, instead, choose to choke on their own ignorance while swimming in a sea of Truth, then so be it. The Devil never steals his due. It’s given to Him freely.
The more I employ my own divine magick to the ends of life and liberty, I have been able to successfully find and create my own happiness. It is no longer a pursuit for me. In 2013, it became a journey that required me to leave America behind, to leave my old life behind, and to ultimately leave history behind.
With each passing moment, I breathe the air of a world that Christ called His Kingdom, that Tolkien called his Shire, that I and others call the Faery Realms. It is a succulent and enervating breeze that flares my nostrils and fills my lungs with peace and quiet power. It makes my cock and balls heavy with vital, sexy potency. It makes me smile the smile of a woman satisfied; as well as that of the warrior who has finally found the peace he was fighting for.
Do you know the humbling awe of being heard by Nature, and furthermore, being answered by Her?
What other experience or knowledge or power could deliver a person out of the bondage of any condition?
My life is a lifting up now. I see the future more clearly and it is not all death and destruction, my friends. But a great many things have yet to be destroyed…including your fears about Death.
Make love to Her! Understand that Her purpose is to love you into immortality. She will kill and murder and destroy any part of you that is not worthy of the DIVINE LIFE that you hold dear in your heart.
Be clear with your fears and watch them disappear!
How brave are you willing to be for the cause of Love?
The intensity of your bravery will be matched in the feeling of your victory. Do you imagine Love would send you on a goose chase with no hope of reward? That’s the Devil’s business, whose major purpose is to challenge the strength of your commitment to TRUTH at every turn.
Blessed be the day when you can tell your adversary,
“Enough! You have served me well. My foundations have been tested by the Architects of Eternity and have been found worthy. From now on, I build my works to the glory of my friends among the gods in peace and joy. Trouble me no longer, but trouble the world to your heart’s content, knowing your efforts are never in vain when serving the divine vanity.”
I am rich in hugs and happiness and health. My treasures are the smiles and laughter of my wife and the endearing way Ruby greets the sameness of each day with an eager and playful excitement. My joy is watching the worthy unfolding of my reflections among the Gods and Elementals, masters of surprise to this joyous form I currently inhabit.
Blessed be for ALL that is. I welcome this time of coming abundance. May I thrive in it as well or better than I thrived in the world of scarcity and lack.
I’m not going to rail against “the system” anymore. The “system” will always be here, in one form or another. As Christ once said, “You will ALWAYS have the poor among you.” This means, despite the best of intentions, MAN, who walks most blindly on this Earth, will perpetually STUMBLE and FALL.
Back in the year 2000, I happily voted for George Shrub, Jr. I thought he was intelligent, and like his father before him, a capable leader! It was easy for me to see the sleaze of both Bill Clinton and Al Gore during the 1990s, largely because my head was enjoying the fellatio that radio voices like Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh and Michael Savage were all too eager to deliver, going down on me like my cock really mattered. And I was not on pharmaceutical drugs, nor was I drinking a lot or smoking marijuana at all. I could debate the “correctness” of my viewpoint with anybody, anywhere, anytime and feel confident that my “logic” would carry me, and this world, towards victory.
This is the mind of the stupid. I was one. I was that Precambrian American, eating shit food, thinking shit thoughts, living a shit life, and fooling myself that my contributions in life were making a difference to anyone, especially me. What did it take to wake me up out of the stupor of such arrogant and indolent thinking?
I’m sorry to say it, but the deaths of three thousand fellow Americans woke me up. I had been standing on top of The World Trade Center less than ten days before the Israeli Mossad pulled off their controlled demolitions and sent the world into an accelerated orgy that was determined to top the slaughter of the 20th century. I took 9/11 personally.
I could no longer ignore the restless stirrings of my soul that had been building to a slow boil, noticeably since 1998, when it began to dawn on me that America has been killing GOOD PEOPLE, both at home and abroad, for a long, long, time. I counted myself among the dead from that September day forward, and life treated me like it, too. I allowed family and friendly associations to be destroyed, because I could no longer play the game of “pretend”, which is what American life largely is today.
Pretend sports. Pretend politics. Pretend medicine. Pretend relationships. Pretend spirituality and religion. The world is a place for children, no matter the size of our bodies or the length of the years one has lived.
So what was happening to me? I was maturing. I was learning how to face my fears, to gain audience with The Divine, and to re-direct my living towards that state of Being. Eventually, after over a decade of painful but rewarding devotion to the TRUTH, the pieces of my life clicked together into the satori-aha-superluminal orgasm of Enlightenment. I was WHOLE to myself once again.
Once again? Yes. One can fall out of the state of enlightenment. There were other lives where I knew what I know now, but there are also many more where I am sure to find myself in the struggles of realizing the divine. The life I live now is a blessing to those other lives, just as the other enlightened lives of mine have been a guiding blessing to me in this one. This is the REALITY of the EVER-PRESENT.
There is no real sorrow in being stupid, and no real joy in being enlightened. Those are emotional fluctuations available to ALL that live. What enlightenment gives is PEACE. The struggles of the outside world remain there, and do not touch the SANCTUARY of The ARCHITECT, who remains joyously ensconced in the center of it all.
In 2004, the presidential election between Kerry and Bush, Skull and Bones fraternal brothers in masturbation, was even more of a charade than this one, save for the fact that Kerry did not have the OVERT criminal track record of Mrs. Clinton.
In 2008, when Kenyan Obama broke all the rules of election to beat Mr. Smithers (John McCain) and his porn-Milf running mate, most people didn’t care because white-guy Bush had broken so many rules in his administration. Who can keep a brother down after a terrible show like that? What most people didn’t see was that Obama was a “cracker”, too.
So here we are in 2016, where the BEST that this country can produce for “one of the most important political offices in the world” is a committed, treasonous felon (Clinton) and a TV showman who is in the pocket of The Bankers. Both of them are being digitally manipulated up their rectums by Bibi Netanyahu and the Rothschild State of Israel, and the other lieutenants of The Adversary.
Beautiful, isn’t it? What a resounding achievement of American education, ethics and morality! We truly must be the greatest country on Earth!-)
Lost so far in all of this writing is a bit of a retrospective look at an earlier writing of mine, which is posted below. Back in 2003, I had been observing the anti-war movement that flowered all over the world. I watched as the major mass media outlets ignored it all, just like courts and juries and police officers were ignoring their duties and enabling treason to find deeper roots in our country.
But, at least back then, THERE WAS AN ANTI-WAR MOVEMENT. Now, in 2016, there is none at all. Genocide has become the normal business of the day, both at home and abroad, and it seems that most people have resigned themselves to waiting for the government to tell them when their time is up.
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!
SINFUL WEEKEND Peace Protesters Continue to Miss the Mark
(10/28/03) This past weekend saw the Peace Movement surge onto the scene once again with renewed vigor as tens of thousands gathered at rallies in San Francisco and Washington, DC.
Emboldened by potential evidence that the US government misled the American people into endorsing the Iraq invasion, the movement now places its focus on removing President Bush and his Neo-Con cabal. Whether that removal comes through a Democratic victory in next year’s election or an even rarer chance of impeachment, the final result will still be a monumental and sinful waste of time.
Just as in last week’s editorial, the reader must come to an understanding of this inciting and insightful word before one voices their protest. According to the ancient Greek, the word that became translated as “sin” in our language is the word amartano. Amartano simply means “to miss the mark” as in an archer aiming for a target.
The reason this needs to be understood is because for too long, too many humans have associated the word sinful to mean any action that has the disapproval of some all-powerful deity.That no such deity exists, and therefore, no weighty judgment either, is a basic understanding necessary to the unlearning process and the empowering of the human spirit.
In light of this knowledge, it is clear that the Peace Movement will fail to achieve peace because it continues to miss the mark in its myopic aims.
By calling for a change in the present US administration, the movement places its hopes for peace squarely on the shoulders of the Democratic Party. This supposed opposition party is merely another mask on the face of the same power elite who are orchestrating the wars for oil across the globe.
The short-term memory of the peace protestor forgets that the Democrats in Congress voted almost unanimously to authorize the President’s War on Terror to begin with. They also voted in lock step with the Republican Party to bring both versions of the Patriot Act into law.
Most egregiously, not one of the current representatives has voiced the charge that the Bush Administration had a direct hand in orchestrating the events of September 11th, both through direct foreknowledge and criminal negligence in defense of the country.
Many of the Protestors will also forget that the stage for September 11th was set perfectly by the actions of the Clinton Administration. Osama Bin Laden was long in the cross-hairs of US terrorism investigators and several chances for his capture were allowed to expire without action. Deeply lost in the memory of the Dot.com 90’s are Clinton’s connection to a CIA drug running operation in Mena Airport, Arkansas as well as some financial ties to George Bush Sr.
Until these issues are addressed openly, and not behind the closed doors of some select “bi-partisan” congressional committee, then any change of administration will simply play into the hands of the power elite.
The game of these power brokers is to make people think their vote and their voice matter by having some populist expression of discontent result in some apparently powerful action, such as the removal of a sitting president from office.
While the protestors cheer at their apparent victory, the powerful jeer at them from behind closed doors. All that effort will place a new man in the seat of power, but that new man will still be a “company man”. The people of California will soon see the truth in this.
What then must those concerned about global peace do if they are to see their dreams come to fruition? The answer is twofold. The first is that the peace movement must begin to seriously educate its followers about the nature of the power structures that rule the world. This knowledge is crucial because as long as you try to reform the system, the system itself will fight any effort to do so.
Unlearners know this is so because the system serves the powerful and not the dis-empowered masses of the world, despite any lip service to the contrary. The second important step is to create a new system with clearly defined agendas that are dictated to the system and not vice versa. While these ideas will be explored in my upcoming book, others are stating them eloquently as well.
As it currently stands, The Institute of Unlearning cautions anyone who chooses to participate in the Peace Protest Movement. It is disturbing that the solutions presented by the movement are merely addressing symptoms instead of attacking the root causes to human conflict in the world. One should be suspicious about the high ranking leadership of the movement, as it is highly possible that they are yet another face of the many-headed Hydra that is the power elite.
Will humans continue to be led around a maze of lies and false hopes in this truly climactic time of human consciousness? The world controllers are betting that we will. Unlearners, on the other hand, must delve deeply into their own consciousness to find not only the peace that will liberate them, but also the power that will enable them to manifest their intentions without missing the mark. A thousand or a million poorly aimed intentions are not nearly as powerful as one sharply focused.