Who Wants to Come Inn

 I think when I was at the farm house, I did not a middle of the night connection with what all these Thelemites are calling the HGA (Holy Guardian Angel).  And I did reach the Oracle status on the ESP app verifying it, as well as finding my fluorite diamond that had fallen beneath my car seat.  The latter two activities were accomplished through a rather direct intentional act. 

I'm not sure what this all means.  But at some level, its not under our control.  But we do have a role in it.  We can direct it.  

Pete Kingsley's books are interesting as well.  And the approach of the HGA surely is where that hissing sound of the snake, the ouroboros eating its own tail are pursued all the way down and the inside is turned to the outside, and the circle is completed.

But this was supposed to be about who wants to come in.  Who is asking to come in?  And to love what arises.  Welcome everything, push away nothing.  

So to put this all together, the mediation practice is to follow the hiss, and let the visitor arrive, and let it carry you on its chariot.  All the way in.  To the night. With your new black sheets.  All the way down, and you go up to reach the HGA.  Now where does a devotional practice come in? 

 

We Are the Negative and Heavy Hardness

So called  negative thoughts, negative occurrences, negative energies are the glue that brings us into form.  For example, the mindfulness practice of feeling into emotions, thoughts, and the like really is a way of bringing the negative thoughts and energies into the body so that the energy itself becomes a somatic sensation.  In this way, the thought forms or energies have a more physical manifestation.  

And sometimes late at night when the world is crushing down on you and if you are weird you have to go into the bathroom where the tiles and stone work help shield you, what is going on is that the energy is too heavy for us to process.  But if we could, it is surely a gateway to a new reality, a new way of looking at an encountering the world.  Something that whats to come up, some new birth, but for whatever reason it is stuck in the birth canal and is grating us as a result.

And I think in a cosmic sense, there is a supernormal reality that does not have a physical form, but takes a physical form, namely the earth and everything in it, through a similar process, and with a similar inertia to be overcome which explains the ever changing flux of existence.  More to the point, if this transformational energy was all positive, it would not take form.  It is only in its certain negative contractive manifestation that it becomes form.  Which makes humans very much Luciferian--and fallen angels.  We are the fallen, in every sense of the word.  And the negativity is what takes shape in us.

So when we encounter the heaviness, our task is to let us take us without resistance, and it is the sacred process of coming into birth.

The Gnostic Nightmare of the "Matrix" is actually channeling the Earth.

You know the Gnostic Nightmare of the Matrix?  The one where we are all alive in vats while some advanced life form sucks the energy out of us?  And our perceived reality is only fodder for the mill?

Well if you are a bit altered from some entheogen, you can experience similar states.  You or especially I can feel like this reality is illusory and there is some other cosmic force draining us from all sides, and we are just food for something else.

But guess what that reminds me of?  The EARTH.  The Earth as no form and has endless other organisms and plants feeding off of it.  Through it.  Inside it.  And on top of it.  

So maybe when the Gnostics have their nightmare, or those twin brothers (now sisters) make their movie, what they are really doing is channeling the Earth.  And maybe we should listen and not be afraid of it or come up with imaginary horror realities of what is literally right beneath us trying to communicate with us in a method that we are only beginning to open up to.   

Headless Ritual

 Not that there is any way out, I mean the whole death and rebirth thing doesn't allow a lot of options.  And when I take enough Aya, I seem to go there.  To the place I have always been an never leave despite all my efforts to do so.  I can never get anywhere, and when I run far enough from the ritual, I realize I really have never gone anyway.

But perhaps there can be a ritual within the above ritual.  A ritual which notices that the death and rebirth narrative is a product of the mind.  For everything is alive, and death is only a feeble attempt to put a label on something that doesn't really fit.  So the answer is not with the mind.   Its turtles all the way down there.  

So the ritual is to sacrifice the mind.  Give it up, and our friend Kali can help.  Or more specifically the Chinnamasta incarnation of Kali.  So when I go into my sacred imaginary temple, with the zen cushions beneath windows on one side and the shiva statute with the mat in front of it, you know the one I'm talking about, using the Gateway project of Robert Monroe or not:-).  Anyway, after I bow to Shiva, then open the temple conversion box to release everything and then I synchronize with the sound, I can also cut my head off.  And maybe put it in the large sea shell at the south side of the temple.