Non mortale quod opto 3
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(For meditation, nothing better than a sofa on the beach, their acrylic faces seem to say, to communicate the news of the spirit when one has reached the limit of what can be said, while awaiting unpredictable events)
The shabby, dishonest, industrialized, illusory subculture, and money, whose importance is exaggerated to the extremes of ridiculousness in its vulgar and unfounded prestige, the glittering edifice of advertising founded on things that don't exist, on nothing, like a cardboard house, a slapstick comedy on the brink of the abyss of existential penury, and this noisy and miserable political confusion that was once our minor national industry and is now our amateur media pastime—this spurious hubbub stirred up by men who deliberately do good and then enrich themselves at the expense of the alienated national passions they feed and manipulate, passions for what is most mediocre; and who will even accept the best on the condition that they can use it, distort it and adapt it to their disgusting propaganda, to their empty simplifications and contingent mystifications, until they soil everything that's best with their lapses, resistance, and personal interests. These are the only people in the world who boast in public about being second-rate, common, popular—that's: LOWBROWS (people devoid of intellect, who have no interest in being cultured and intelligent).
SABRINA
(Now a complete mental absence before the guests. Traces. Remains. Faces. Mirror. Dust from a TV off the air. A distant cup. Inflection. Cornucopia. Kaleidoscope of the tropical night. Already with her hands in the pockets of her robe. Quite good, within the miserable cultural simplicity of the whole)
"What she is, is fat, pure fat recovering from the lethargy of the last scene" (reading on her cell phone on a celebrity gossip site)
STOCKBROKERS
The ignorance of the people is a reflection of the ignorance of newspapers, and the stock markets are a reflection of this. While TV stations and news agencies around the world (especially American ones) keep the people submissive and alienated, their owners play at making and losing money on Wall Street. In the society of the spectacle (a farce organized by US to simulate an informed and coherent world 24 hours a day), the lives of the rich are reduced to this. Some exercise and pose for newspapers, but that's all --- the products associated with celebrities are just a crude and increasingly twilight industrial calculation. Exactly: there is no music, literature, theater, cinema, painting; there is only the garbage manufactured or guided by the cultural industry that, upon entering the market, seeks to label itself with the name of arts that no longer exist. And passive consumers who thoughtlessly consent to be the talking and dancing dung of all this. This is the cultural content of today, a huge expanse of alienated people looking at cell phones all day, when they are not in society trying to defend the appearances of this obvious degradation (often both at the same time, which makes it easier to diagnose the lazy mirrorism to which they have been reduced since birth, by US). Social networks are nothing more than the psychological excrement socially engendered by this relationship between people and media, through which stock markets spread their wares and control their inventories.
SABRINA
ResponderExcluir(pretending it wasn't her...)
FROM ANY POINT OF VIEW, this is an illiterate and alienated society caught up in a dysfunctional public web, woven by the market with the scrapped remains of a failed state, led by a technocratic administration that today is confused with the content of a phony talk show, of the providential handout and watermelon smile type, with a media mind and the guts of a stock market, where the notion of individual and personality has disappeared into the sewer of sub-intellectualized massification, of conformist slavery itself, of concentrated capital, of anesthetic and welfare planning, where all freedom and autonomy have been suppressed. From any point of view, the capacity for critical thinking is dead and gone:
There is no trace of this in the media, the internet, or universities, which are now reduced to the function of legitimizing meaningless advertising vulgarities and market myths. Society and consciousness are completely objectified by the notion of a police state and a consumer market, and the resulting dementia. People's brains, driven only by consumer goods, have acquired the undeniable quality of inanimate objects that move by herd instincts, toward an existential misery increasingly simplified by the "philosophy" of advertising.
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ResponderExcluir(Toute proportion gardée, she showed K. that same night the hem of her lace and black chiffon panties. She said she now belonged to an Ivory Tower-type group, mentioned Benamag and the film project, so removed from political and social battles and immune to the atavisms that imbecilize the mob---which immediately seduced K. horribly. She also said she still couldn't feel pity for any kind of human weakness, that she continued to lump them all indiscriminately into the category of bovine sentimentality, as in the old days. Furthermore, she claimed not to mind being seen by the rabble as a mere hanger for expensive clothes and to have never acted in any important film. K tried to reassure her, upon hearing this, that there were no important films, that the true essence of modern cinema was that it was unimportant. Laughing, she admitted that in the past, with Anabelle and Beatriz, she had tried to compensate for the futility of her less-than-famous life by hosting meetings with celebrities and members of social movements, nice rich people and journalists who fought the far right in the name of peace of mind for their stock market shares.
After a minute (suggesting that K choose between Alexanders and White Ladies at the apartment bar, between gin-and-basil Clover Clubs and Pernods, absinthes, Arakis, and Anisetes, between green-and-yellow Chartreuse and green-and-white Crème de Menthe), she added that her dog, now a Dobberman, was named Nietzsche and kept chained to prevent miscegenation. K could hear him barking in the back of the beach house as she spoke. Not knowing quite what to make of it, or what to drink at the bar, K remembered Pérsio, Sat. V, 158: "I've already broken my chains," you might say. The dog, too, with great effort, tears itself off the chain and runs away. But, tied to the leash, it drags a good chunk of the chain along with it.")
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ResponderExcluir(The smell of formaldehyde highlighting the same words from the previous week. Pleasant uselessness through the lingering mouth. "This makes me a little dizzy," she said suddenly. Magical purposes, above all. When even magic became contaminated, it was a risk. The tourist's fatigue, their sublunary torpor, with high standards of decorum in shops, hotels, nightclubs, and restaurants—unhurried as they said goodbye, a fierce lack of concentration that would make them fools when making decisions. In the comfort of a living room, listening to the vacuum of the market. What sudden tyrannies in the way of looking at everything? A sunny, five-star smile adjusting the adjustable light to sipped and nibbled books that would support them up the stairs as if all the drunks still had things to stare at on the wall (where, according to Cortázar's Pérsio in Los Prêmios: "an order only apprehensible by analogy governs the portable chaos") ------------------------
----------------------------------- Marinated wooden chalets from which they stepped out into the rain. And lions engraved in relief for extra ceremonies. Those who knew what they were looking for didn't like what they saw. They felt their anxiety swell with the Idea. They couldn't control themselves. Oh, wonderful! What warm seawater! When they reached the fishing port, they dropped all the prices in their heads. Then I wandered to the old abandoned lighthouse, on a bend in the beach, to a higher level of debris in perspective. K then deleted the Stock Exchange from his cell phone, smelling the formaldehyde highlighting the same words from the previous week. Quod erat --- AND SAID:)
ExcluirHowever, no, no... I in no way pretend that everything I say is unquestionable --- what sort of authoritarian temperament would mine be in that case! ---, and that I can, in a single stroke, sum it all up by reducing distinct fractions of the bourgeoisie, regionally and globally differentiated, and plurinational and plurilingual States, to the vision of a gross and excremental general degeneration, to a portrait of conformist and defenseless acceptance, incapable of criticism and self-criticism, of a neocolonial subalternity to the premises of the American consumer market and the consequent passive sedimentation of an absurd and inhumane world, where, from the top of States and the electronic guts of markets to the starving base of the social pyramid, countless anti-dialectical fundamentalisms, political, economic, cultural and sexual fundamentalisms proliferate, especially veiled fundamentalisms, disguised as liberal bliss and media chatter; no no, definitely NO!, far be it from me to accuse (even though I'm shitting blatant evidence everywhere) and without expecting a painful reply, the non-existent construction of a self-conscious culture, lacking an acceptable conception of history and man, or even any conception at all,
Excluircapable of opposing globalization and standardization, massification, and cultural alienation, the strategic concepts a people need to question and curb enslaving domination with a minimum degree of success. However, if such efforts to disprove me, relativize me, soften me, common efforts in the media to neutralize my poisons, and to prove that YES, THERE IS HOPE, THAT GOD IS GOOD, THAT LIFE AND THE WORLD ARE WORTH LIVING, that good and uplifting things, despite the leitmotif of hegemony, are in fact emerging and happening, and what is even more incredible: not IN SPITE OF THE MARKET AND THE MEDIA, BUT THANKS TO THEM!!!!!! INDEED, A HARMONY OF THE BEST OF ALL WORLDS, THIS SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE PRESENT IN EVERY ADVERTISING IMAGE. AFTER ALL THEY WERE RIGHT! Not DESPITE all the coercion, co-optation and brainwashing --- all these hegemony operations, and the current poor and bankrupt version of the welfare state -----, but YES FROM SUCH OPERATIONS, FROM WHICH A NUMBER OF WONDERFUL EFFECTS ARE SPRINGING UP WITHIN THE MARKET-CENTRIC MATRIX OF THE WORLD, and what's better:
Excluirwith the implicit promise of promoting greater integration of the subaltern classes!, HALLELUJAH!, BROTHERS!, IT SEEMS ENOUGH TO SUSTAIN THIS FAITH IN THE PROPAGANDA HERO UNTIL THE END AND CELEBRATE ON THE INTERNET AFTERWARDS, BECAUSE EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT VERY WELL, deeply believing that the ruling classes of the First and Third World are indeed still capable of imprinting intellectual and moral direction, that the material bases for such direction have not been dismantled along with all the tools of mobilization, enlightenment and political organization, in the last fifty years; and that YES!, HAIL!!!!, that the new "compromise solutions", amidst all the "unstable balances" of today's world, have not completely vulgarized the ideological-cultural sphere in which the classes aspiring to Leadership were formed. Obviously, the reader who might want to courageously undertake this noble task of confronting me intellectually, of refuting everything I gratuitously state here, should not be in any way surprised, much less offended (as happened so often with the newspapers I worked for), if she sees me, in the midst of her arduous, retort-inducing explanation, throw myself on the floor and writhe with laughter, as I begin to evaluate the result of such efforts ---- all the more hilarious the more well-intentioned they are.
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ResponderExcluirThe next fragment is where begin our magnetic truth
ResponderExcluirBefore our next chapter tomorrow, how much all you...........
ExcluirHow much all you want listen the most cruel thing that I wrote facimg this? ---
ResponderExcluirTHAT S IT KKKKK!
ResponderExcluirIs there anything more pitiful than dragging out a useless existence like this? If the pain of this were useful to anyone or anything, we could even console ourselves with the moral thought of their foolish sacrifice. But there isn't even that, there's not a single trace of social function or historical meaning in it. From the beginning, it was nothing more than voluntary slavery and a publicity hoax, driven by a promise of reward that never materialized. These are stock market figures that shamelessly never translated into any real effect, which sound like an intellectual insult to the conscience of any man who takes life seriously (CNN simply went bankrupt after this, and Terra remains the least-read news portal in the country). Here is the image of these alienating pseudo-happinesses that, so celebrated in a fraudulent and anti-intellectual media environment, have never been more than attributes of mediocre, ridiculously superfluous occupations, which only entertain inferior intelligences with their easy and pre-chewed difficulties of cardboard box games, satisfying a frustrated ego with paltry and truly useless pseudo-achievements, beyond which there is nothing to dream or do---------------------------
------------------------------------------------Feeling life constantly slipping away in silent, immobile despair, a Babel-like confusion of blood-stained twilight daily clouds this insufficiency of thought, and of all the noises of a poor, barren land, all that can be heard is this insistent lament of a slave quarters crackling in the lugubrious flame of a desire as base as it is unrealizable, constantly delirious with the masochism of a pleasure distorted by torrents of bitterness and irritation, like poorly made wines that taste of resin. Only people with depressive tendencies beyond the limits of ridiculousness can grant any degree of reality to this, and such is the case with the media and markets (entities committed to the dissemination and increase of euphoric consumerist dementia). Already in the mid-19th century, Karl Marx demonstrated that this system, with its falsification of human relations and its encouragement of wholesale hypocrisy, was an inherent and irremediable face of the economic structure itself, which through advertising and political lobbying, disguising itself as serious information in the media, finances the illusion of verisimilitude and commitment, parading in disconnected pieces a reality that has constrained the disgusts and character vices of the most alienated massification.
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ResponderExcluir"For meditation, nothing better than a sofa on the beach, "
Look this:
ME
ResponderExcluir(To see the energy egg, you need to look at people from behind, as they move away. Speed of perception is essential, as they will move extremely quickly through the window of your "Seeing," situated neither in time nor space. Now stop the internal dialogue with the "reptile breathing" and let the assemblage point of perception slide under the inner silence. The state is that of a waking dream, like in some Buddha statues where their eyes are half-closed. Don't be impatient if the verification arrives in the form of a partial result almost as null as a defect in your vision, as if the fluorescent white ball above people's heads were just the loose wire of a braid shaking in a boiling fish. Use your eyes to slow people's pace, stringing them all together in a string stretched between the horizon and your visual center. Continued effort, without agitation, will awaken a commanding voice within you, echoing in the surrounding noises.
Now, the long-awaited egg may well appear as it truly is: lamps extending like blurs of vaguely glowing transparency, encircling the boundaries of people's physical bodies; there is a vertical band with a stronger amber glow on the right side of the ovoid creatures, a tenth of the egg's total volume: this is the band of human consciousness. And there is a point, a point of intense brightness in this band. It is located at the top of the oblong forms, almost at the crest: it is the assemblage point. Now almost there, with the breathing calmly in a measured rhythm and a good wave of dilation. We can now risk a dangerous step to see the Eagle's emanations: look people face to face and hold their gaze until the barrier is broken and the movement of INTENT (the force that displaces the assemblage point) propagates in the direction of careful adhesion, until it is OVERTHROWN. It's both danger and wonder: an incredibly bright formation of fibers of light, vivid and irresistible. The sight is stunning and begins to unsettle your physical and mental balance. Beware!
ResponderExcluirIt begins with a dazzling, unobtrusive glare, but it can end in cardiac arrest, gasping for breath and already "seeing." Myriads of other fibers emerge from the ones already visible. Suddenly, one of the fibers becomes "bulgy" and soon transforms into an incandescent ball about two meters in diameter and (as Castaneda tells us in his book)... ROLLS OVER YOU. There's no way to physically dodge it; it will hit you squarely anywhere. Any nervous commands to the unalterable indifference of this ROLLING FORCE are useless. Your stomach rebounds from the blow of the "ball," and soon another one arrives, this time with considerably greater force—it's time to STOP!
ResponderExcluirAccording to Castaneda's work (and as I have often observed myself throughout my own practices in recent years), when the assemblage point of perception moves out of its habitual position in the human energy body and reaches a certain depth, it breaks a barrier that momentarily destroys its ability to align emanations. This is generally perceived as a perceptual gap. The ancient Toltec seers called this moment the WALL OF FOG—because a barrier of fog appears whenever the alignment of emanations fails. Maintaining this transitional period as an incomprehensible abstraction, carefree and practical, without venerating the inventory of our rational human fixation. Attachment to what we call the "human inventory" makes the practitioner heavy, sinister, and impractical, often vengeful, and with a terrible tendency to gain weight. We human beings are very little; we are, in essence, an assemblage point fixed in a certain position. Our enemy and at the same time our friend is the internal dialogue, our inventory.
ResponderExcluirSo be a seer: turn off the internal dialogue, take inventory, and then throw it away. Toltec seers made elaborate inventories and then laughed at them. Without the inventory (the items that make up your life: including people, animals, and objects), the assemblage point becomes free. That said, we can now get to today's topic: the MOLD OF MAN. What is it? Stricto sensu: it is an immense bundle of emanations in the vast swath of organic life; it is so called because this bundle appears only within the energetic egg of man. It is the portion of the Eagle's emanations that seers can see directly without any danger to themselves. We can also speak here in terms of an energy pattern that serves to imprint human qualities on an amorphous blob of biological matter, something like a gigantic matrix that continually "imprints" human beings as if they arrived at it via the conveyor belt of a mass production line. Mystics from every tradition in the world have, throughout the ages, provided us with moving accounts of their experiences of ecstasy and communion. But these accounts, though beautiful, are marred by the gross and desperate delusion of believing that the MOLD OF MAN is an omnipotent and omniscient creator, that he is GOD.
ResponderExcluirWhat the recent lineage of seers has come to realize is that the MOLD is not actually a creator, but the pattern of every human attribute we can think of, and some we cannot even conceive of. All who "SEE" the MOLD OF MAN automatically assume it is GOD. IT IS NO GOD AT ALL! It is merely a chance vision, a fortuitous occurrence with no real significance, a random movement of the assemblage point. The Toltec seers can SEE the mold of man as often as they like, and therefore they know that what they call GOD is merely a static prototype of humanity, devoid of any power. For the mold of man cannot, under any circumstances, help us by intervening on our behalf, or punish our mistakes, or reward us in any way. We are simply the product of an energetic imprint, its imprint. THE MOLD OF MAN is exactly what its name says: a pattern, a form, a matrix that gives shape to a certain handful of fiber-like elements that we call a human being.
ResponderExcluirThe energetic body is imbued with subjectivity while attached to the physical body, and the right thing to do is to make it shine through small cosmic and tantric rations to gradually open the subjective-signifying shell, and not the other way around (which makes nirvana seem like a common condition). It is a phantasm because to reach nirvana the physical body must traverse Samsara, the illusory multiplicity, delirium, including spiritual delirium, precisely what Deleuze calls the "ontological unity of substance" of the egg: a multiplicity of fusion, "which transcends all opposition between the one and the many." It turns out that this is not the case: this multiplicity of fusion is also Samsara, and constitutes the old problem of the spiritualized ego, always grappling with the phenomenal side of spiritual experience and its social uses; a thousand times more phantasmagoric than the serene phantasm of nirvana, for whom all this egg business is nothing more than street talk.
ExcluirOnce able to grasp the forms behind the form, in its heightened consciousness, the nirvani realizes not only that it is a ghost, but that the world itself is also a ghost (little subject to space and time within which a mass of beings and objects drags). Furthermore, the energetic body is perfectly psychoanalyzable, especially because it is undeniably tantric, that is, erotic, and where there is eroticism, there are words and figures, subjectivity and significance; where there is desire, there is this --- the energetic egg does not simply leave the line of territorialized segmentation for a vast desert of abstract virgin lands, as the French philosopher would have it; the realm of the spirit is even more territorialized than that of material reality (Castaneda's description of the bands of conscious inorganic life reveals a world parallel to ours, where a predatory relationship of loans, debts, and commitments is maintained for vital reasons, where no soul is left adrift in its own experimentation without immediately perishing).
ExcluirDeleuze's parallel of the tantric egg with Spinoza's Ethics is nonetheless insightful: the "continuum of all substances in intensities, uninterrupted, which contains all the formal multiplicities of the substantial attributes that constitute the egg and reality, is what the ancient lineage of seers called the MOLD OF MAN: an immense bundle of emanations in the great swath of organic life, which appears only "inside the energetic egg," or "a pattern of energy that serves to imprint human qualities on an amorphous blob of biological matter," or "a gigantic matrix that continually imprints human beings as if they arrived at it via the conveyor belt of a mass production line." The mold of man is "the pattern of every human attribute we can think of and some we cannot even conceive." Exactly: "a pattern, a form, a matrix that gives shape to a handful of fiber-like elements that we call a human being."
ExcluirIn the preface to his book The Nigger of Narcissus, Joseph Conrad wrote that "My task, which I am trying to accomplish, is, through the power of the written word, to make you HEAR, to make you FEEL, to make you SEE first and foremost. Nothing but THIS." The writer must learn to SEE in order to make his reader SEE too (SEE with his own eyes, not indirectly through media filters). Didn't you want to learn to SEE? Notice that in a short time I managed to restore a certain abrasive splendor to the word SEE, without resorting to Parnassian euphemisms and philistine metaphors, like those boring old men. We have recovered the splendor of the word SEE, its disturbing and sumptuous scabrousness, and it will be some time before it begins to wear away again from the friction of its excessive propagation. So let's go! My role is to make you SEE not what I SEE, but HOW I SEE ---
ResponderExcluirand what we have to SEE here is anything but conventional reality. When we turn our eyes to conventional reality, to the news or the internet, and think we SEE, all we are doing is recognizing that something beyond our comprehension has established the framework of our VISION within a restricted spectrum of descriptions and traces, and all we do is "agree," no matter how much we struggle to expand these spaces. I told you that to DREAM we had to break the routines of life and practice NOT-DOING until THE WORLD STOPS, until our description of the world collapses (NOT-DOING is an activity very difficult even to define: a game of perception, of focusing attention on things we normally disregard or in unusual ways, like looking at the shadows of things, the hissing spaces between the leaves of trees, or walking backwards
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ResponderExcluir(Don Juan would sometimes ask Castaneda to sweep and rake the leaves in front of his house, and as soon as he had finished the job, he would ask him to sweep and rake them to the other side of the house, without giving any explanation as to what he wanted by doing it: he was teaching Castaneda to "not-do," to create in his field of consciousness a cognitive dissonance capable of refining extracts of perception to a higher vibratory frequency, equipped with new means of perceiving reality, not of presenting the same reality from a million different sides --- DREAMING and SEEING are the final use of the NAGUAL, the SECOND ATTENTION --- because your REASON, although a marvelous mental instrument, can only encompass a small area --- you have to summon what exists around it, the NAGUAL, until your VISION OF THE WORLD is only half of the BUBBLE OF PERCEPTION, and not the whole of it ---
the half that was cleansed by non-doings can then be reclaimed by something that sorcerers and seers call WILL --- realize that you have long and powerful fibers, they are all around you, and through them you can perceive everything at once --- there are dangerous conjurations of electromagnetic attraction that allow you to perceive them, and that transmute as your own the experiences associated with said vibrations -- or as Aldous Huxley suggested: "(...) one of the functions of the nervous system of the human animal is to protect us from the infinite... Each person, at any moment, is capable of perceiving everything that is happening anywhere in the universe. The function of the brain and the nervous system is to protect us from this inexhaustible mass of information. So to speak, to filter the infinity of the real and make it digestible --- a single fiber of these is enough to launch you miles away from where you are --- you must first feel them, because SEEING is not with the eyes, but with these fibers --- you must isolate a fiber of these that adapts to your INTENTION --- a tingling sensation throughout the body, right?, or in an undefined region. So what?)
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ResponderExcluirLast thing to settle the topic: look at this diagram I made in the sand here, with two epicenters: one is REASON, the other is WILL.
ResponderExcluirREASON is linked to a point called SPEAKING, and through SPEAKING, REASON is indirectly linked to three other points: FEELING, DREAMING and "SEEING".
ExcluirThe other epicenter, WILL, is directly linked to FEELING, DREAMING and "SEEING", but only indirectly to REASONING and SPEAKING.
ExcluirDon't call the diagram a body! Come on! There are eight points in the fibers of an energy egg.
ExcluirAn experienced seer says that a human being is first and foremost WILL, because it is directly linked to FEELING, DREAMING and "SEEING"; only after is REASON, a center greater than WILL, and which is only indirectly linked to SPEAKING.
ExcluirThere are actually zones of correspondence with certain physical organs.
Excluirall these locations are in accordance with any achieved DOIN IN or acupuncture map included the octople yoga of Patanjali
Excluir---And where are the other two points you must be asking yourself, since I drew EIGHT ---- and you can already obscenely predict part of it, the first concentric circle, with a minimum line, and the LINGA or Phallus
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