Posts Tagged ‘strange truths’

Everything is absolutely topsy turvy.

Through deep studies in the sciences we find that there is no absolute of anything.
Neither matter nor energy can truly be created nor destroyed. End of discussion. Either can be harnessed, they can be shaped; they can even be crafted and manufactured. They have yet to be created by any one of us. Even in the ancient texts of alchemy they needed base metals in order to try their experiments. As rudimentary as it was they accepted a simple fact that something had provided them with the materials they needed to survive and also to ply their trades. Trades of discovery; with skills of benefit to all. Skills to create self worth among others.

Even in my definition I reshape reality with my words, in the future when this is read some if maybe not all of my ideas will be accepted as commonplace. Depending on how far I am willing to go with my words. Depending on how those who come after me twist the words for their own usage. It all depends on how ideas evolve. Like all things even ideas evolve, we see it all around us and its evolution (as in the wild) is just as treacherous.

In society it can seem (to some) that our sense of morality is often times tied to our commerce and technology. Those who are afraid because they know a deity sits on his throne and the world is flat and all things are so because their version of the story told them so, get very terrified of those who would blaspheme that deity. They’ve been told those ever so true tales of ancient curses laid upon the backs of those who defy their deity. They interpret every malady the nation may face as the direct will of that deity.

Not that long ago we held to Taboo’s that have now faded with a chuckle. According to the now mythical age; Women didn’t cut their hair nor lose their virginity until a ring was placed on their left hand by an ordained minister. We have Hollywood to thank for the image of sexual freedom of the seventeenth, eighteenth and nineteenth centuries.

The most amazing thing about this dance is how it repeats itself over and over in every one of our daily lives. Reiterating and proving it to be true no matter what we call our version of the story. This is true as much for the little old saintly grandmother who still prays on her knees beside her bed, or the scientist who plays with viral life forms in Petri dishes for shits and giggles.

So where is the problem, one might ask? Look at yourself, deep inside yourself. All that you were taught to believe when you were younger is the truth of your heart. We are all programs of whatever we partake of as we grow. We injest not with our mouths, but also with our minds and our bodies as well. It is said that experiences of the mother influence the child to the point where mothers now indoctrinate their children in the mysteries of Mozart through the walls of their protruding bellies. This hearkens back to ancient temples where those pregnant women of the royal lineage had minstrels and bards who would perform for them during their term. In times of yore it was said that they were pleasing the gods in hopes of producing a healthier offspring… a way of making sure that the wealth remained in the family line. A seed of immortality if you will, the only real seed we are sure actually exists.

A genetic seed, with an amazing twist.

We share complex ideas; we have evolved in a new way. All the other species of life that we interact with seems to find a niche and to stick with it. Spiders build webs, birds fly, trees burrow themselves through dirt in its unending quest for water. We instead adapt to our environment, how… By the story itself which we have created. The story interacts with anything that is willing to listen; it interacts even when no one is listening. The story manifests itself and hides itself irregardless of person, place or thing.

More often than not we find that we have evolved too quickly in one direction without thinking of the consequences it would have on us or others. Let us take for example the industrial revolution in a very simplified picture. Before the so called industrial revolution the main profession of many individuals all around the world over was as a resource gatherer. These people grew, mined or gathered raw resources to be processed and used by others. This work is very hard labor. Done with the tools of the age it was grueling work. When the industrial revolution came along ringing out the clarion call to the poor resource gatherers that easy work was available and they’d make better money there than what they’d been accustomed to they immediately ran towards the opportunity. More money could mean the difference between taking care of their family or not, after all the price of living was rising yet again. Besides it was easier work. Instead of grueling back pain every day, the chance of grave bodily injury or dare I say it, even death… there was easier work in the cities. A factory job, a chance to stand in one spot all day long making sure the can of peas got sealed properly so no one who bought them would get sick… an important job. People’s lives in your hands, a chance to make a real difference… to be of value.

We worked those jobs, we went to our homes, we raised our families, we were able to get into finer schools. As time passed we got fatter. After a few short years of what many of our ancestors believed to be living within the gates of paradise we became a new tribe of land whales getting ready to migrate back into the ocean. In order to counter act this obesity we went to the experts to learn what we needed to do. They came back with astounding results.

In order to fight the girth, you need to do certain movements with different weights in order to produce a more toned appearance. We’ll sell you these machines for a price; don’t pay any attention to the fact that the movements are the same ancestral movements that were used when we had been resource gatherers… and now you are paying for the privilege of doing the old task but not receiving the resource.
In the end we see that nothing is new under the sun, only the way in which we choose or are chosen to take part in the story is new to us. We strive, and we fall and we keep striving. We have not one truth, but millions upon trillions of infinities of truths. Each a polar opposite or an amalgamation of centuries of truths. Some are direct adversaries while others are hopelessly and completely oblivious of one another. All are equally valid, and yet none of them are complete in and of themselves, for they all require the participant in their search. They need the audience, they need the voice. The story needs you just as much as you need the story.

The story can continue onwards without self aware life, but the next question we might have is should it? Perhaps we have a responsibility to preserve it as we seem to be the only provable resource of such an amazing talent at the present time. We can only do that which we know, we know a lot and yet we know but a fraction of all that there is to know. We have discovered that things are a bit more mystical, and yet in some ways far more solid than we ever imagined.

I define it as the story; perhaps you find a truth in that.

Whatever your definition of it may be, your version of it must be a workable definition. A parameter that is by which you will enact your will… and your will alone upon the world at large. Your definition will be shaped by those around you, it will be crafted by media, religion, politics, friends, acquaintances, enemies, struggles, substances, food, air, smells, sights, bodily functions, beverages and the quality of the drinking water just to name a few of the factors that can effect almost any situation. Many parts of it are by your own personal choice, others are fashioned into you through indoctrination or even outright rebellion. Ideas have creeped within your mind from silly little things like Saturday morning cartoons, or the dulcet tones of Mozart as you lazily turned within a sea of embryonic fluid.

With all the choice and outside influences that combine to create who and what you are in whatever various permutation it might unravel itself to be. You are an intelligent manifestation of the story itself, and as such an active author in its creation and or destruction around you, you are the protagonist, the scenery, the antagonist and at times even the reader.

Once this realization is manifested into your consciousness it is then that real miracles, wonders and magick can and will manifest in your life around you. Your definition and your preconceived beliefs about the limits of yourself and your version of the story are the only deciding factors in determining how far you or we can go, achieve, do and become.

Many of the exercises of magick involve the skill of clarification and contemplation of symbols. Symbols that connect to a baser and sometimes simpler root of meanings. Symbols that of themselves have no merit without the interpretation of those who invoke its meaning. Over time these learned emblems become of high value to the people who practiced their arts.

Mathematics is such a collection of symbols. Created for mystical uses it evolved into practical application, it has even become accepted as a universal language of definition and as such has been used in space probes designed to seek out intelligent life across the stars.

Mathematics was witchcraft, dark black foul sorcery. Strong enough to call forth evil spirits to rend the souls of all who practiced its witchery. Now there is no where anyone can go without being bombarded with numbers hieroglyphed into our daily lives on every surface imaginable… or abstractly by the mechanics of our architecture or the formation of sand mounds being used by construction equipment in our streets.

It has been by our interaction with the story that has reshaped reality as we personally perceive it. It is our interaction within the various permutations of the story that has shaped our consensual interpretations and experiences within the story itself.

As such magick is already alive and active around you, it is up to you whether you use it in your own best interest or not.

To begin one must not suspend disbelief but obliterate it completely. Forget all that you think you know, forget all that you think other people may know. Only when the impossible is believed to be possible is anything possible at all. For magick is the very voice of the story itself.