SEU ADAMASTOR, Salvador, January 2010
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AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaRa! What dark warbles in your voice, son! I said to him on the phone. It was a whim, but I soon saw it wasn't a joke. The prospecting hadn't yet turned him into a moonstruck wreck. The boy had a word, despite that stinging wind spitting in his voice. He spoke with his head in the crazy rocket of quick profits, just like in the prospecting, putting the secret of places at interest, filling them with lettered trails, as soon as I asked "when," "how," "how much," and "where." I listened with interest as he spoke, but a little in the dark:
"(...) since then, I started working with this. And now this opportunity has arisen, right here in these parts I immediately thought of you, sir, to take on the role of director of the project. I was the one who made the proposal to Votorantim Energia, in terms of the company's social responsibility (they have a power plant in the region and have dammed all the river water), and I was the one who drafted the contract, and I was the one who secured the land donation from the City Hall. The facilities will be ready within a week. After a visit to the company with our institution's general director, I couldn't resist going to the river, about ten kilometers downhill from where our "Center" is located. I tested it all day. It's full of gold there! It sinks very quickly, in the first batch. Now, with sponsorship for the beekeeping and fish farming projects, we have the perfect opportunity to calmly explore the region. The only problem is that I need a trustworthy man living at headquarters. Someone with leadership skills, capable of helping me manage the emotions of the community involved. These are income-generating projects for people at risk. I mean, regardless of what we do, the projects have to work. Do you understand? Where are you?"
"I'm in Salvador, your city," I said.
"What are you doing there?!!!"
ResponderExcluir"Recovering my health. It's the only climate in the country that's good for me. Here, I never have anything: flu, diarrhea, malaria, high blood pressure. I'm not a kid anymore; I've breathed too much mercury in my life. Here, high above the mouth of the river, the world boils quietly. I live in remediation, counting my nuggets. Afterward, I meet the occasional fidgety woman here and there, and they come with me to my shack. I pass the time, slowly drinking my juice. Drinking in the memories of the last trip, upriver, in Roraima. Not needing to show any fear. Without those nightmare people coming after me," I said to the boy.
"Hahahaha! I see! So, do you accept?" the boy asked, lying with a kindly charity.
"It's cold there, isn't it?"
"It's true. The water in the Peixe River is icy." But, I don't know, fuck it!'' the boy said. I can't say why, but on the other end of the line, I could feel that boy I hadn't seen in five years, masking the stripe over his eye like darkness. He was very agitated!
ResponderExcluir"Then I'll buy you a plane ticket right away. Do you think you can fly at least by the weekend? If you arrive on time, you could help me purchase the Center's vehicle. If you accept the job, the van will be in your hands—you'll have to drive a lot, by the way, transporting the people and equipment, which is why you're important here. Having demonstrated, and even admitted, my lack of knowledge about motor vehicles, in terms of price and advantages, I ended up handing over the van purchase to others here. It turns out I regretted it. I find the way the purchase is being handled strange. A new intern showed up, from somewhere, connected to the Party, who's in charge of some kind of shady business with the purchase money. A troublemaker who threatened to drive a dilapidated Kombi van that a friend of his was selling into the community, and the Center staff called me asking me to try to stop it, as it would seriously disrupt their work and life there." The problem is that I don't have a better option to offer at the moment, much less time to deal with this personally. What now?'' said the boy.
ResponderExcluir"A van, to break through wild pastures every day, has to be 'classy to the last,' otherwise she won't earn her due. A snooze in the middle of the road, feels the engine chug," I said, putting a certain amount of influence in my voice.
"Indeed. So?"
"The boy's in luck. It doesn't seem to go against my usual routine. Two more days to finish dispelling my fatigue, and I'm already lost. I sense in the boy's voice the precision of help and measurement, a voice full of destinations. For space, I'll go! Take stock of my arrival, among the others in the region. And then tell me about all the upheaval, if anything changes too abruptly."
"I'll introduce you, sir, as a fish farming technician." Do you know anything about tilapia?
"I understand everything about river fish. And the paperwork?"
"I'll take care of the paperwork. No one will notice! Everything is serious and measured, without negligence. Just a little haste. Especially because of the futile purchase."
And we hung up. Retreat! If it weren't for that heavy-handed tone the boy put on everything. The boy was wise, in that mandrake-like, forward-thinking way. Ashamed of being quick, in the nervous-light. And I could do more than that old man's weariness, I knew. I didn't want to stay at the mouth of the void. At the mouth of the river, I went to the window and saw the sea, that still hour of the afternoon, coming from the whole day of its own, then I thought, if that were the case, I would come back here. Now it was time to clash with someone else's jurisdiction! What I needed now was to put on a conscience and take care of everything firmly.
ResponderExcluirPost script
ResponderExcluirThe strain recap.
ExcluirIf he had remembered his genealogy - all the progenitors that HESIODO had left behind - he would not have finished explaining how exact those names were, until he proved how virtuous he was. (CRATILO. Platón)
"The body of man is the house where his ancestors live" Gustavo Meyrink
The genealogy, carried out by certain researchers who complete their study by visiting the countries of their LINAJE, becomes a COMPOSITE of the ESTIRPE.
That's how certain genealogists are among the PILGRIMS of the CAMPO ESTRELLADO de la BLOOD and I have had the grace to know these friends through the enthusiast Leticia Bargo who ponders them so much:
In light of the Pythagorean RECAPITULATIONS and many others popularized by CARLOS CASTANEDA, GENEALOGY is recontextualized into a sacred, salvific and emancipatory operation. In turn, the RECAPITULACIÓN CASTANEDEANA surpasses itself and completes itself by trying to illuminate the traces of "ADAM", traces that, also, nourish us and generate insights into the future.
ExcluirIf you associate, for example, among many things, with WORK or VIA LADINA, work for yourself, for others and for work
Retrospective of life. (Recapitulation)
ExcluirRetrospective of life. (Recapitulation)
Also, this preliminary exercise by Gurdjieff should be compared and commented on in relation to other modalities of recapitulation, weighing and pondering the scope:
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Retrospective of life. (Recapitulation)
This exercise must be done only once in writing. It is not necessary or advisable to use a tire. On the other hand, don't just take the time to respond over several days, weeks or months, but this is the best way to do it. However, Gurdjieff advised his students that exercise would not take up too much time, to the detriment of other occupations.
You have to put in writing everything you remember from your life until it's time to write it down, without exception. These stories must be reported without any kind of judgmental or critical expression, in an impersonal, impartial way, without sentimental reactions, as if you read the biography of a person. You don't need to show Anadie, and even nobody should know what's happening. When it is written, read it once again. You will have to sacrifice and bury your entire past life, burning the manuscript and leaving the scenes on the ground. This exercise is a safe way to free yourself from your own past."
ExcluirLet's recap (and that's a literary formula): by the technique of physical detachment I was able to first model the double that recapitulates. Let us remember that the duplicate is in front of us and not behind us, but that the observer is the subject of his observation, first projects what he wants to observe. Although we can plan first, we can, on the same occasion, bring together the initial physical release. Detach yourself from the physical consciousness that has been separated (see here "ordered") and duplicated to recap, along with this:
ExcluirHere we would observe an interesting vision although according to each person's preference, we could more often see the height at which the position of the time is placed behind physical consciousness.
We would see but this is an interpretation:
The action of the observer testifies to the observed who observes an observation. However: the vision, being true, the actant and what was included: the fear, the physical consciousness that demonstrates, the duplicate that revives what was and will always be (past, future, plot of history). However: the different times when the space opened up with the support of the sensation of what it is
Conscience
ME (alien)
ResponderExcluirAND CARNIVAL CAME, AND I HAD TO STOP SPEAKING FOR RAMADAN. AND IN WITNESS THE SILENT DAILY LIFE: NOTHING TO DECLARE: ALL OF THAT HAD PRODUCED IN ME A STIFFNESS, A RAISING OF AN ANCHOR, TOWARDS A MORE DISTINCT "NOT-CONQUERING." I HAD STAYED AWAY, DEFENDING MYSELF AGAINST EVERYTHING, BUT WITHOUT INDICATING ANY LEXICAL ENTITY, NOTHING EXISTING OR NAMED IN MY SENSE OF THE NEW. THE OPEN --- I TOLD THEM THEN --- THE QUANTUM BURNING OF SPACE. THE PURE Abandonment TO ITSELF OF THAT WHICH HAS NO PROPERTY OR DESTINY. ATTRIBUTING MYSELF A LUCK AND A PLAY OF THINKING WELL RHETORICAL IN THE ADVANTAGEOUS-POETIC NAKED, WHICH EVEN CAME WITH A WORD OF SCANDAL IN THE BUMP OF THE WORLD. THE THROBBING FORM OF THE MIRROR WAS THE VERY DILUTION OF THE NIGHT. GLUING THE FISH OF THE EYES TO IT, THE IMPRISONED LIGHT BECAME A REFUGE OF REPELLED FATE (ITS MOONS AND HOPES). FOR THIS REASON, THE SEAMLESS FORM, PUNCHING EVERYTHING, WITH COURAGE OF END, WAS MARKED BY REMAINS OF PRESENCE AND APPROACH. LATE HOURS, GROWING OUT OF OUR WAYS OF WORDS, BEYOND THE VACUUM OF TIREDNESS, INHUMAN FLOWING LUCIDLY IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT DROOL. THEY WANTED ME TO HAVE NOTHING MORE TO DO WITH POLITICS, FLOWING IN THE CORE OF THE DREAM WITH THE SPIRIT OF ANEMONE IN THE BLOOD --- GOOD DAYS, SEÑO-RI(ca)TA BLANCA! ---
ResponderExcluir--- THEN CAME THE OTHER ONE, SHOWING ALL THE VEINS OF HER BODY TRANSPARENT IN THE SUN. AND CAME THE GIRL “LUCID-OBSESSION,” SHOWN BY THE INERTIA OF INDIFFERENCE. BETTER PLEASURES? IN THE VERY OF STORIES, SHE ALSO SLEPT A LOT, ONLY TO LATER BE A “SUDDEN BEING” OF ANYTHING, IN THE FACE OF A HEAVY ORATORY THAT GENERATED ANGRY AT HERSELF BY SURPRISE. THE PRINCE’S MIRROR HAD BROKEN! AND NOW THEY WONDERED HOW MY “STALE” WOULD END. HE ANSWERED: LOOSE IN THE UNEXPECTED-NUDE, ABSTRACTED IN THE ROOM BUILT IN FORMICA, FLIRTING UP CLOSE, BOHEMIAN. NEW SCHEME FOR A CHARACTER? NO: JUST SOUR TINTS IN THE MOUTH. EH LA VI LLEU! LAS LAS LOS WITH OLLER! IN AEVUM: WHAT A VAGABOND COMMITMENT TO THE STRANGENESS OF LIFE. SHOWING OFF! WAITING FOR ALL THE EPIDERMAL MOTIVES, ALL THE SUCTION OF SELF-REPORTS WITHOUT HOLES OR FILTERS, PULLING ONESELF OFF IN AN EXTREME EFFORT OF DISTORTION, FAVORABLE TO NOTHING AND ITS CONCEPTUAL NOTION OF WHAT IS NECESSARY TO LIVE. THEY LIE WITH NENEKA IN A POSITION OF DEMANDING ABOVE AND BELOW UNTIL THEY REDUCE THEIR SELF TO THE INTEREST IN GIVING SUPPORT OR NOT. EACH POSITION ONLY SCRUBBED BY THE PERCEPTIBLE. CAPABLE OF INTUITION AND INFLUENCE AGAINST THE FLATTERING FICTIONS THAT REALITY GIVES OF ITSELF WHENEVER I NEED TO CONVINCE SHEEP. HERE I AM AGAIN:
FREE, NAKED, LOST IN AN UNPOLITAN TELEPATHIC PLEASURE, BEYOND SIGHT. BEING FREE IN THE MIRROR CONSTRUCTED MY FACE. WHERE AM I? WHAT DO I WANT? FIRES OF THE HOUR IN BLOOD. A STRANGE THING: THE LIMIT SPYING ON ME, SOME EVEN WITNESSING ME CON-SIDERATION, IN ABSTRACT. AND IN THE SIDERAL LIGHT, I VAGUELY SUSPECTED IT (THE LIMIT) IN MY PULSATING AURA, SENDING PEOPLE HONEST GLIMS OF GAZE, IN THE FLUENT I SEE, SEEING THE WEAVE OF STORIES WITH TANTRIC PERSEVERANCE. I CONCEIVED THE HEAT OF FOLLOWING THE FLOW, LAYING UP ON THE CONSTANT DRINKS, ENJOYING ONLY THE RAW IMAGE OF A WOMAN IN BED. NOTHING! IT MOISTENED MY SLUMBER, RETEMPERATING IT IN THE AMORPHOUS LIGHT FROM WHICH CAME THE VIBRATING TRUTH TO MY FOREHEAD. I DEEPENED. THE DAILY LIFE ABOLISHED, THE AFTERNOON WAS NOW A POLLEN OF UNDONE BEGINNINGS, FLOATING SEMINAL, LOOKING FOR TABLES, SAVING A PLACE. RUM FLOWER AND TOBACCO NIGHT, CONCENTRATED, RE-READING GAZE (CONCENTRATED, EVENING LANDSCAPE OF THE TRANSLUCENT NOTHING OF THE NIGHT).
ResponderExcluirRESIN OF NEARBY LIGHT BLINDING AND FACE TURNS TOWARDS SHADOW; IN A CONTRITIOUS NIGHT IN A CORNER OF DESERTED POLITICS; SHARDS OF UNANIMOUS THINGS AND A FRAME OF FEAR OF RAW PARALLELISMS; ERODED EAVES AND STALKED BLOCK, CARNIVAL "'BETWEEN-ACTS''. HEAT, UNCONSCIOUS RHYTHM IN A SUDDENLY FERTILIZED INERTIA, IN THE CROWD CONCENTRATED ON THE STREET, IN THE CENTRAL FOCUS IN THE DISTANCE. HOPE IN THE DESERT AND A CARNAL HORIZON ALONE; ANONYMOUS BOWELS OF A WOMAN, NERVOUSLY RECREATING THEMSELVES. CHLORIFIED, NARCISSISTIC. SLEEPWALK PULSATION AND PHANTOM ETHICS)
ResponderExcluirINGENERATUS
ResponderExcluirRegarding the counter-initiation, I believe that I have seen what I wrote last year about the "seven towers of the devil", in the review of Seabrook's book where it is about what is found among the Yezidis, and is decided in Iraq. As for others, there are certain regions located in the confines of Siberia and Turkestan; there is also Syria, with the Ismailíes of the Agha-Khan and some other quite suspicious sects; then the South, where there is, in a mountainous region, a "licanthropic" population of twenty thousand individuals (only by eye testicles); More in the center of Africa, by Niger, is the region from where all the witches and witches of ancient Egypt came (including those who fought against Moses); It seems that with all this a kind of continuous line could be created, which goes first from the North to the South, then from the East to the West, whose concave side closes to the Western world. Naturally, I am not willing to decide that there are no other more or less important centers outside this line; speak usted from Lyon, and surely there is something in Belgium too.
While in America, the most suspicious point seems to be California, where so many heterogeneous things come together; It is clear that these are mostly pseudo-initiatic organizations, but there is certainly something else that manages them, even despite them; The use of pseudo-initiation by agents of counter-initiation, in many cases, seems less and less dubious, and I propose to talk about it next in an article, taking advantage of the subject of some organizations that are said to be Rosicrucian… – Regarding Irak and California, there is a question that intrigues me a lot, because it evidently comes from a domain that is not clear The Myth: This is one of the relationships that seem to exist between these locations and the oil sources
ExcluirRENE GUENON
LETTERS TO VASILE LOVINESCU
ME
ResponderExcluirIn the school of cynics, with its counterculture and paradoxical, oxymoronic and ironic strategies (like those of Diógenes who wanted to be Alejandro Magno), in the Jesus associated with that school or seen as a sehik with hakika without Shariah, and in teachers analogous to Mula Nasrudín, we find much of the meaning of her mandate Abuela de Gurdjieff: the baraka of the hijo of the instant that avoids the routine (grave sin for Kierkegaard) and the obligación (grave sin for Meiste Eckhart), the apparent paradox or extravaganza that saves from mechanical production and roots us in the operative truth of the etimology of poetry that is not other than the truth and spontaneous production (step from power to act)…
Someone told us that Gurdjieff had said: "Stop pouring nothing into a vacuum."
But there is nothing and the emptiness is not the same, and it is not true (nothing=absolute; emptiness=infinity or etc.), because it is similar, what would be the reason for prevention?
If it is the same thing that is restored or facilitates fluidity (that's what charity, according to Teresa, that's right, return it to nothing, to nothing, to nothing, etc.; don't opaque...) and if it's afín, it tunes in?
COLD HANDS,
ExcluirABSOLUTE
NOCTURNAL.
FULL MOON
OVER HIGH TIDE.
EGOISM
MANIPULATED
WITH DENTAL
DECORATION.
IT'S NIGHT,
OVUM, AND
UNDERSTANDING
OF THE DREAM.
UP TO
THE NEXT
INDEFINABLE
LIMITS.
DUSK
THE AFTERNOON
STEAMY
IN THE SECRET
IMMEDIATE
OF ITS IMPETUS.
OH KITTY NIGHT!
AND STOPPED IN THE MIDDLE:
THE TEAR
AND THE SEPARATION.
WITH THE MEMORY
OF AN IDEA.
THEN,
ExcluirBURSTING
MULTIPLELY,
SWEEMINING
THE SIMPLE
CONVERSATION
INCREASING.
THEN, THE
PARTY:
MANY
BREASTS
MEDITATING
EXPOSED
IN THE
SCATTERED
NECKLINE
OF THE NIGHT.
RICH AND POOR
ETCETERATE,
HAPPY
DIZZINESS
SMELLING STRONG
IN THE MILL
OF THE PARTY.
DID I NEED
TO
SAY IT AGAIN?
FULL CHAT,
SUPPLIED
WITH KINDNESS
TAKEN FROM AN IDEA
IN A BOOK.
IT CAME TO THE
FLOURISHING OF THE GIRLS,
IN A SMOOTHNESS OF
EXQUISITE, SOFT WITH
ALL INNOCENCE,
WITHOUT A SHADOW OF
QUESTIONING,
IN THE FIRM RISK
OF LACK, ONLY.
ANOTHER SYSTEM
OF THE PARTY OF THE PARTY,
SPREADING
THROUGH THE OVANT
OF THE SMALL DISTANCES
BETWEEN THE TABLES.
A SUBTLE DEVOTION
TO WHAT SHE WOULD BE LIKE
IN BED;
NOT FOR THE
SHAMEFUL,
RATHER CONVERTED
INTO TEETH
BY THE MOVEMENTS
OF THE PARTY,
GUARDING HERSELF
WITH INDIRECTIONS
THAT STRIVED
DEGREES OF INTEREST
UP TO TELEPATHY.
FRONTAL, UNDULATING,
ExcluirTHE BEAUTIFUL GIRL.
ALIVE, VIGILANT,
I STILL.
EITHER LIGHT, OR
TEARS,
NOW SHE
SMILED.
THE MOMENT
THAT CALLED
THE WORST
LOADED.
HER VOICE,
WAS GOOD,
THAT PUT A STRONG LIGHT
BUT IN THE VOID.
THE VOICE WAS
JUST A LOOK,
A CLASSIC SPELL,
NO SKETCH.
WITH HER NOW
I WANTED A PREMIUM.
I HAD SECRETS
IN MY JUDGMENT
BREATHING
MY AMBITION.
"DOES IT ALARM YOU?"
SHE ASKED,
IMMEDIATELY GAINING
A STRANGE
BEAUTY.
NOW, LOCKING
UP. TALKING
RIGHT AWAY.
HARD TO
KEEP UP.
NOW, A TRAVOCONTAS
WITH ALL THE TEETH
OF COLDNESS.
THEN, A SPACE OF
CALM AND FLIRT!
Call every situation out of your room of "PARTY" and you have a certain map to understand it! But INGE is a ugly pretender macarronic ascet of pure intelect and dont can see the open space in fromt him like a ball of fosfenic lines calling for his assemblage agglutination point!
ResponderExcluirTITO
ResponderExcluirGracias Garrita o no sé que nome se vale usted hoy para postear.
"The interventions of intent are precursors, very significant memories for a warrior, and can be used as frames of reference from which to explore the episodes of one's personal history. One must have the alacrity and clarity to select and synthesize them, extracting the personal side and leaving the magical essence. In this way, they are transformed into what the new seers call 'the abstract centers of perception,' a matrix of intent that a warrior has the duty to decipher."
TITO
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INGENERATUS
ResponderExcluirHow crazy to remember and truly realize that the person, the personality, the ego—all that which makes us believe it is us, which usurps us and learns with all ease fikr and dikr; theory and method; attempt, daydream and stalking (but more than anything to exploit it in the tonal and dazzle us with insights of understanding) are nothing other than the flying ego, a yin, the demiurge, the devil (and that, as Muhammad (Paz...) told his son-in-law, the Devil also has his rights)... how crazy, also (according to Semitic apocryphal myths revived in European esotericism of the 18th century) that these devils, these flyers are our disciples, prisoners, inmates of reformatories under our charge and how we have evaded and forgotten our function as gurus or reformers or regenerators of them for having made us, in the beginning, accomplices and then they mutinied and locked us up, the original prison guards in this great ergastulum... Finally it must be as Papini, Origen and so many suggested Others: These devils want to purify themselves, save themselves, and there will be those who want to free themselves through us... Be that as it may, already at the anagogical level: The only Devil, the only flying ego, is that of our DEMIURGIC DISCRIMINATION of giving shape to everything, discriminating in order to understand...
MATARIL
ResponderExcluirAbove all, these desperate people shouting in the name of Jesus or Muhammad in the face of Freud or Lacan would be left naked, realizing that their fanaticism comes precisely from the fact that they do not trust in the salvation offered by these moldy and pseudo-initiatory dogmas --- one thing I realized recently is that Jews do not suffer from this sticky disease, so inoperative has Chasidism become in spiritual terms that no one cares about it, they just want that avenue on the beach to show off --- all religious traditions are dead and serve only for the vulgar clay to turn over inside itself.
TITO
ResponderExcluirEAGLE or DARK SEA OF CONSCIOUSNESS is what seers call their perception of a sort of BLACKNESS EXTENDING TOWARDS INFINITY, CROSSED BY LIGHTNING; a force that lends energy to living beings and gives consciousness to the newborn, which increases with its experiences and, finally, dies because it must return said increased consciousness to its giver. THE EAGLE IS IMPIOUS AND REPRESENTS ALL LIVING THINGS, in all its BEAUTY and BESTIALITY. Every living force that is disappearing is attracted by IT, which feeds on said energy. And, just as the EARTH IS A GIANT ELECTROMAGNET = or, etymologically, a GIANT DIAMOND AMBER or a GIANT AMBER DIAMOND, THE EAGLE IS THE "GREAT MAGNET THAT ABSORBS ALL BEAMS OF LIGHT"...
Up to here, an epitome paraphrase of this DOGMA, essentially the same in the implicit interpretation by JULIUS EVOLA of the esoteric dogma of ancient Greece and that of the Nordics, and in GURDJIEFF
INGENERATUS
ResponderExcluirStarting from the same principle (with similarities also found in Evola and Gurdjieff) regarding UPAYA or STRATEGY:
The idea is to get as close as possible to the EAGLE, trying to escape without being devoured (cf. a certain recommendation from Jesus...). With IMPECABILITY, one can change DESTINY (Gurdjieff), tiptoeing out (cf. The art of STEALTH in so many traditions and aesthetics) to the EAGLE's left.
RECAPITALIZATION (Pythagoras-Plato-Gurdjieff) is THE EQUIVALENT OF ONESELF that is offered (cf. PROMETHEUS, ULYSSES, etc.) to the EAGLE, the recipient of our heightened consciousness and the recipient of all VITAL ENERGY. RECAPITALIZATION, in turn, builds THE RAMP OF SILENT KNOWLEDGE...
ME
ResponderExcluirNot simple --- one minute
EAGLE or DARK SEA OF CONSCIOUSNESS is what seers call their perception of a sort of BLACKNESS EXTENDING TOWARDS INFINITY, CROSSED BY LIGHTNING
ExcluirGracias Tito
The reader should not be shocked if my digression sounds like a Gnostic myth. We are moving here in the supra-psychological terrain in which gnosis is rooted. The message of the Christian symbol is gnosis, and the compensation of the unconscious is even more so. MYTHOLOGEM is the truly original language of such psychic processes, and no intellectual formulation can even remotely reach the fullness and expressive power of the MYTHICAL IMAGE. These are original images whose best expression is imagery.
Excluir(Kalki-Maitreya)
Our sunset from the Bolivian side looks like an egg yolk.
(Manoel de Barros)
The egg is a closed monument, a self-monument; a master plan, realized now, from the initial germ of creation.
ExcluirLike the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the egg doesn't usually stand upright. Everyone knows that the tower likes to migrate at night. Moreover, it subsists only because it's supported by a feather in a painting by René Magritte.
The same painter, in another painting, *Les vacances de Hegel*, shows an open umbrella: on top rests a glass containing a liquid. Evidently, all observers suffer an optical illusion, exchanging the glass for an egg, more closely related to the philosopher's thought.
The egg, a concrete object of high standing, extremely expensive, almost inaccessible: a poor man's diamond.
In my childhood, two meters away in the dead of night, I no longer heard the ticking of the clock; rather, the beating of the egg in its yolk, never its white.
(Murilo Mendes)
Domingo Delgado Solórzano, in The Five-Pointed Nagual, considers that several Eagles inhabit a place, a place his benefactor Don Chema calls Zero. Ours is the Black Aura Eagle. The five-pointed Nanahualtin are part of the Eagles' reproductive system and are engaged in the creation of the Amber Aura Eagle. It's a very complex description; Domingo's text is entirely for the altered consciousness, but at this stage, I believe he tells us that three- and four-pointed naguals ally and unite in the Hexapod, generating the five-pointed nagual. This nagual, upon entering the fourth attention, becomes a giant attachment point for the Eagle, and upon entering the fifth attention, can become the EGG of a new eagle, thus achieving cosmic reproduction. In Castaneda, the Eagle is the totality of energy, which includes all parallel universes. Let us remember that Don Juan tells him: "Don't try to transform what I'm telling you into what you already know or think you know. So, it makes no sense to speak in the place of eagles; the eagle is the whole of energy, the ultimate creator, the controller of everything." Although the problem of place is an ancient paradox, Plato's chora, the whole of energy is somewhere, even if there is no place, being already founds a place!
ExcluirOn the other hand, the idea of infinity is rich and unfolding; the universe is infinite, and yet, for "hard" physics, "scientific" physics, with its equations and functions, there are infinitely many parallel universes. Thus, the Eagle also becomes fractal, and it seems to make perfect sense that there are infinitesimally many eagles, and always more, as in a creative chaos, a chaosmos (James Joyce), as in the quantum physics proposal that, faced with any alternative, both possibilities are realized simultaneously, founding more and more parallel universes. The Toltecs of Don Juan's time called themselves the new seers, or warriors of total freedom. This is because the previous Toltecs, or ancient seers, were very enthusiastic about controlling the second attention and the resulting power, which even implied becoming inorganic beings and manipulators of great power over their fellow beings. The events that led to the end of the ancient seers, and their hiding, and to the formulation of stalking techniques and the establishment of the goal as total freedom (third attention) may mark the end of pre-classical times and the beginning of classical times, in the historical scale of Toltecism.
ExcluirThe mass disappearance of the Toltecs in the ninth century may not mean repression, but rather that "populations of entire cities entered the third attention together," as Don Juan said to Carlos Castaneda. Warriors of total freedom consider the possibility of moving to the second attention, but even if they do, it remains merely a maneuvering point, a temporary resting place, to continue attempting the third attention, an achievement that, in fact, demands a level of intensity of concentration far beyond the human and superhuman.
Excluir(1st Attention = organic world, 2nd Attention = inorganic world, 3rd Attention = Eagle's environment).
In 2010 I take my biggest toltek ramadan and all these people from Nagualist Society realized the case of activeted full kundalini in hot waters. Espanha Mexico Argentina and Brazil s people --- included thiss.
ExcluirIn one of his timely remarks, Carlos Castaneda speaks of one of the most powerful sources in the universe: DARK ENERGY (the dark sea of consciousness) as the source of spiritual nourishment for a practitioner of nagualism; in my adolescence, when I assumed that the world had been meticulously ordered for my own benefit, with a virtual eternity taken into account for the inspection of its countless vast and mysterious parts, I took the STARS, like the clouds overhead, for granted. I knew Ursa Major and Orion, and one summer night I was able to point out to a girl on the beach, with a voice full of inexplicable excitement, Venus (a luminous white piercing in the blue that deepened in the bloody sunset) and Sirius (the fiery one). ----- The ''dark sea of consciousness'' are emanations of an all-powerful source of conscious energy (: the Eagle ( -----, like a kind of black hole, this SOURCE also absorbs back the life and energy of beings that do not achieve enough power to preserve their consciousness after physical death (.) ----, at one moment and another, I became aware, just as a skier becomes aware of the dark waters on which he glides, of a dotted firmament, a particle of distant worlds, among the massive silhouettes of the treetops that we crossed, on the way back.
Excluir---- Science today admits that everything we perceive, including the STARS, occupies only a measly 4% of everything that exists in the Universe, with 70% corresponding to DARK ENERGY and 26% representing DARK MATTER, still of a mysterious nature to scientists(.) -----, but in the backyard, where my revelations really began to surprise Janice, she hurried to make a joint and feel the pulse of my controlled breathing as I spoke. In fact, it was a humble but spectacular little house, with the window lit up behind our heads. ----- We know today that the Sun is sailing towards a star called Vega, which means ''Eagle'' in Arabic, located in the constellation Lyra(: something is attracting our solar system to that region of space(.) -----, the image seemed to disturb her, with the joint in her hand, looking up and feeling a flurry of activity that would continue without her or me, all night long: the intellectual impact of my observations was momentarily cushioned by the passage of some girls in front of the little house (female bodies with their malleable weights, powdered and perfumed auras, silky blouses and elastic panties:
ExcluirThere was a summer a few years ago when I rented a beach house with a deck, bought a pocket guide to the celestial vault, and learned to locate the summer triangle of bright stars: Denebola, Altair, and Vega, and some prominent constellations: the flying V of Andromeda, the cruciform Cygnus, the small rectangular Lyra, and Cepheus, shaped like a house in a child's drawing. In those decipherments (the rough deck planks under my bare feet, the wooden house all lit up, and the voices of people talking on the porch of the neighboring house) I felt united with ancient generations of astronomers and astrologers (man had barely achieved an upright posture when he began trying to explain the stars, giving them names based on gods and animals (the Eagle is the animal of Zeus/Jupiter and vehicle of the god Vishnu, through Garuda (always shown dominating a serpent) and soon after he began to build enormous stone circles and pyramids, as if to demonstrate a soothing harmony with the cycles of the celestial machine (it was also an eagle with a serpent that marked the site of his new capital, Tenochtitlan, for the Aztec sun god Huitzilopochtli; in the Hierarchy of Birds, the Eagle represents Adeptship, the gift of Quintessence, the consummate Alchemist with access to the Laws of Nature).
Excluir--- Who was the first man (perhaps little more than an ape) to understand that the frozen spray in the sky passed through the night like an off-center disk? And who were those watchful wise men who first noticed the planets, the nomads who kept their own slow, arcing paths along the surface of that disk (?) the STARS were the fathers of speculation, of philosophy. Under the fixed gaze ----------------------....................
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