This work is a continuation of
Lighter Than SmokeTo begin, an elegance of maths. You don't have to be a genius to follow
the drift of Stan Tenen. Sooner or later he gets round and explains that letters and logograms of many languages and number systems seem to imitate the contortions of a
smoke ring as it rises toward the ether. Tenen, whose main field is the Hebrew Alef-Bet, compares this 'ring' to the 'two-toroid', or 'hollow donut'.
The special importance to our discussion: the comparison to the meditation of smoking, which appears the most efficacious method of observing the two-torus as it twists into itself and expands at last into a spheroid cloud.
I will try to clarify the following themes.
- The Externalization of Secret Dogma (as per a comment from
Tox Mundi)
- The persecution of the habit of smoking (west of Jerusalem)
- Major Toth
- The Kingdom of Satan: If you are reading this, you could be home by now! Condo's from $666,000
- Some Other Stuff
The Externalization of Secret DogmaIn comments from
Lighter Than Smoke I muse...
Great and dark forces are working over time to conflate the anal with the sexual, to, in a sense, make the asshole into a sex object and reintegrate the cosmic mind into the stupid cycle of nature that it is now practically illegal to speak against in a direct voice.Tox Mundi asks...
if that's true then why is hollywood cranking out 17 pkd-inspired sciflicks perannum? or do they fall under the qualifier?This question ignites a direct hit. The rejoinder asks the initiate to consider that the
New Age is nothing of the sort, and that the current synchroid fascination, the much adored
ascension of consciousness, is only a walk around the block. An attempt to commercialize, to 'square off' the
transfinite self as a subset of the
Maya, under the name of the ever loving Disney we're all in this together Hakuna Matata bullshit cycle of Life and Death Green House Mass Gas Passer most often abbreviated as
The One.
The Confucion, Zen and Taoist schools each report this so-called
One as a the pernicious myth of Maya - only to have their teachings warped into doctrinal patterns and used as lithographic plates for education of mass peoples, and in particular, stupid white men.
The externalization of secret teaching is busted as a flim-flam - a con. Nowadaze, one must don the threadbare mantle of socially accepted spiritual knowledge or else. The Sacred has become Sacrosanct and this is why these words you read are dangerous and virtually unlawful unless parsed by a master such as myself. The individual, you see, is on the verge of its complete assassination. It is quite the more acceptable to belong to a group of
any type at all, than it is to profess one's sovereign self.
Forcing masses of peoples into sub-sets of the Maya has been a 6000 year process - a process on the verge of its Magnificent Realization. The
secret dogma has been held at bay as Satan's Ace in the Hole - played now with such panache to grab the most difficult resistors of His plan: those who believe themselves to be generally and/or non-dogmatically moral and who, in the light of pseudo-sacred self-importance, demand reflexive morality from others.
The overstimulated Golden Rule is an excellent paradox.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
We ask in this 'golden' light: what is
the self to do if that which
some or many others wish for themselves, another
does not wish? The Golden Rule is exposed as passive social Darwinism.
The correct rule is the Iron Rule and is not paradoxical, but Ironic, as it proceeds forth from the Age of Iron which is symbolized by the golden head of King Nebuchadnazzar.
Don't do unto others, unless of course, they ask you, and then, if you like, do only as they ask. Do not be affronted by the behavior of others. We do not live in an enclosure, but a trans-finite paradise. Have faith - there is always room to polish your own bowl.Which leads nicely into our next question...
The persecution of the habit of smoking To begin, please read...
Edifying Thoughts of a Tobacco Smoker
Whene'er I take my pipe and stuff it
And smoke to pass the time away
My thoughts, as I sit there and puff it,
Dwell on a picture sad and grey:
It teaches me that very like
Am I myself unto my pipe.
Like me this pipe, so fragrant burning,
Is made of naught but earthen clay;
To earth I too shall be returning,
And cannot halt my slow decay.
My well used pipe, now cracked and broken,
Of mortal life is but a token.
No stain, the pipe's hue yet doth darken;
It remains white. Thus do I know
That when to death's call I must harken
My body, too, all pale will grow.
To black beneath the sod 'twill turn,
Likewise the pipe, if oft it burn.
Or when the pipe is fairly glowing,
Behold then instantaneously,
The smoke off into thin air going,
'Til naught but ash is left to see.
Man's fame likewise away will burn
And unto dust his body turn.
How oft it happens when one's smoking,
The tamper's missing from it's shelf,
And one goes with one's finger poking
Into the bowl and burns oneself.
If in the pipe such pain doth dwell
How hot must be the pains of Hell!
Thus o'er my pipe in contemplation
Of such things - I can constantly
Indulge in fruitful meditation,
And so, puffing contentedly,
On land, at sea, at home, abroad,
I smoke my pipe and worship God.
Johann Sebastian Bach - 1725 (1685-1750)
It is here that we can explain the titular pun Atonement/At-One-Meant.
A question to the reader: are you aware that Oriental and Indo-Asian Races, including Amer-Inds, suffer comparative to the Caucasian, little ill effect from the use of tobacco? Geriatric Scientist and Bio-Sphere doctor, Ray Walford, in his massive study 'The China Health Project' gives the best reasoning for this disparity: the diet.
Now, please join me in an oblique interpretation of the term
diet.
From the philosophic, intellectual, even scientific perspective that 'All is Maya is as One', we must adopt a subtle interpretation of the precise nature of
food. Within the matrix everything is a consumer property. Everything is being consumed. All we see, hear, touch, taste, smell, breathe, think, eat, excrete, all is Maya and is simultaneously consuming and being consumed. In the Maya, everything is
food.
The model instructs the self-same as of the now corrupted Roman School of Light: we are cannibals and must
atone.
One must consider the 6000 year history of modern civilization as the passage of the Sun in
One Day across the sky.
The Morning of this Day, which exists outside of Time, before the motion of the Sun has even started, is A Golden Age of Peace. It is best described in popular parlance as The Lost Horizon. Within the Maya it is only a fable. At the moment the Sun begins its journey, reality begins to degrade into an infernal cycle of self-digestion and regurgitation. There is a mighty struggle of 4000 years, in which the Light of Reason rages against the approaching whatcomesaround goesaround of karmic nihilism. This battle is lost forever the moment 2000 gone years, when our Sun crosses Jerusalem and Christ is Crux-eye-Fried and served up to zoomanity as an immortal chicken-satay.
The conundrum for the Western Soul is to atone for this crusty botch of sin, which is programmed by the cereal series of sacrifice and is therefore the burden of omnivore and 6th level vegan alike. The exacting nature of this paradox is the need for the Westerner to compensate for
that which we consumed in our serial glory of manifest destiny... namely,
The Continent of the Americas.
The gift of the Native Amer-Indians to the White Man, of Tobacco, is the means for this Atonement, which depending upon the level of sin, can be ritual or habitual. For a Honky like me, to smoke is to Atone for the sins of my father, which is the cannibalistic genocide of a race of peaceful nomads.
I pray you recall the excellent example of Kubrick's
The Shining, familiar to all of us, which is essentially of comedy of Thomist atonement. Jack and Danny discuss
cannibalism on the drive up to The Overlook. Wendy and Danny are seen in the shadow of the Calumet (Peace Pipe). All three spend much of their time together in a blue haze of Virginia's finest blends.
For the Torrances, the ritual is a complete success. Wendy who is Isis, an Earth Mother every bit as cruel as her male diameter, will see herself in the mirror and get a rude awakening long overdue. She and Danny slide back down the Sidewinder, to allow Danny to play his Jesus games all over again - but with refinement. As for Jack, he is the only one who hears the highest voice of the Sovereign Self (g-d), and like a mensch, he attempts to confine the cancerous American family where it belongs. He is rewarded with a paradise.
Jack is the Biblical Abraham, who worships God through ritual atonement and burnt offering. This particular dude is smart enough to see far into the future of his race and looks to put an end to it but quick. He fails only because his Supreme Self allows Satan to fulfill the evil destiny of Will. The kid gets away and Abe wins his Godhead. Jack Torrance and his character is a perfect analog to corrected
yoga vipassana. I will defend this notion with much alacrity with reference to the opus, if I am asked.
For now, we see the Satanic necessity of marginalizing the smoker, along with any other dangling dudes of derring-do that defy the conventional form.
To be at one with the Maya - which is the aim of the New Age and proponents like The Green Movement, the Neo-Buddhists and Ecumenists - is to prevail the False Western Self westward, across the Pacific, to utterly Westernize the Eastern School, which is then fed back to the Empirical Cannibal like carnivorous pablum. All forms of atonement are to be forbidden through this process which is unveiled on Aug. 6 1945 and realized globally when Eckhart Tolle settles in Vancouver.
And so we find to our consternation, that all of the
good people are looking for their light Eastward, through the Western Gate, creating the fractalated fugues of faraway fancy adorned as sacred knowledge of Tao or Zen or What Have you.
The Western soul, must, and I say
absolutely must, return his burden to the East through Jerusalem and the Cross of Christ, which is the
Only Stargate to the Palm Garden, before he can contemplate the difficult serenity of Eastern Promises.
To go west beyond Vancouver is dangerous, O My Brothers and Sisters - Behold the Major!!!
Major Toth Compare the images, and who has eyes will see the flower on his hand. One thing is for damned sure... he doesn't smoke.
The Kingdom of Satan (you are here) This can be a bit thorny. To circumvent a certain brand of
real critik, I will make a small apology. I am not a Christian, or a Christ. Nor do I wish to embrace these twins of Hodge and Podge - one or the other. Instead, I am simply a scholastic Thomist who understands that one must endure the ritual of ones specific culture before any passage through a Strange Gate. You may compare my viewpoint to that of Alan Watts, who was very clear
he was not a Zen Buddhist, but rather that he proposed
a perspective educated by the Zen school.
As a Zen Thomist, here is
my perspective. The sacrificial murder of Christ is the beginning of Western Empiric Cannibalism. This push westward would hound, pillage and finally overturn first the Mediterranean and then the American nomadic cultures. At the brink of the collapse of this Empire comes its master stroke: the eminent domain of pan-pacific pseudo-wisdom superimposed onto the hold out vestiges of Western self-dignity - an event known widely as
Ecumenism or by the vile misnomer, Pluralism.
A funny proof comes from the immortal chain smoker Hermann Hesse, in his
Der Glasperlenspiel, also called
The Glass Bead Game. It is easy to discover that many who enjoy the
synchroid past-time fancy themselves players of this 'great game' - direct references are found at many synch blogs. There is a comment on this very site in which a certain player of renown is praised for his divine ability to 'create synchs'. The balderdash is found in the bald fact that Hesse's comic masterpiece is an
ironic critique of the 'game' and not a celebration of it. Hesse foresees the downfall of civilization in the imposed hierarchy of an elite class of philosophers.
Look in the mirror and say it ain't so. For who among us has not paraded in Confucious's New Clothes from time to time. The New Humility is decked-out in Combat Fatigues. A bunch of spiritual hate mongers are we - and must atone. I aver that our salvation comes only through such atonement, through Christ who is the sole path into The Lost Horizon from lands that are Westward of Jerusalem. We must journey to the east, beyond Golgotha, and if we can not travel there, we must offer up our smoke.
The Western Soul must At-OneHave a smoke and mote it done.Some Other Stuff
Appendix (from
yoga.com) - Vipassana: Vipassana is the oldest of Buddhist meditation practices. The method comes directly from the Sitipatthana Sutta, a discourse attributed to Buddha himself. Vipassana is a direct and gradual cultivation of mindfulness or awareness. It proceeds piece by piece over a period of years. The student's attention is carefully directed to an intense examination of certain aspects of his own existence. The meditator is trained to notice more and more of his own flowing life experience.
