20 March 2012

Kill me or make me you

Goddess I beseech you: Kill me or make me you

the serpent born from the goddess 
scales pink and soft made holy;
never forget kind words, 'o precious
on the path to might and glory.

becoming is but forever growth
renew the frigid skin like art;
for you my dear, the only warmth 
is the wisdom of your heart.

breathing in the pure rhythm of gaia
all life strives for transcendence;
on your long journey, loved king cobra
celebrate the charm with a dance!

17 March 2012


some say judging a person doesn't define who they are, but who you are. the human mind is an interesting charade to possess - in my experience, nine out of ten times when a person is criticizing another, what they really are attacking against is a part of themselves. why? because the way we direct our attention defines who we are.

I have hinted at this, but never before have I elaborated what I mean by the mk paradigm serving to distract people from studying and implementing occult knowledge in their own lives. I have openly stated this before and I still have no shame in saying that I have a background in satanism. philosophical satanism – anti-dogmatic, anti-guru, self-serving, openly occult and obscure. now, looking back to it, I still have nothing bad as such to say about the philosophical scope of it. yet, what the media spin did for the whole movement, and how twentieth century satanism was packaged for wider consumption, tells a grimmer story.

once occult knowledge of the energetic workings of the world began to be more easily distributable, through opening societies and the easing of publishing, those who are for obscurity (and in part, I still am) wished to dim the image for those outside the know. masking knowledge that can be used by a responsible individual for the benefit of himself and others, to a black robe and horns served well to distract those who were not serious and fearless in front of gnosis, while attracting those who were but were also dumb enough to go for the exoteric, dogmatic view provided. these are the kids who take seriously the advice to celebrate the new year's eve by drinking booze mixed with sperm and blood, as one notorious finnish occultist advised way back when. oh the fools who comply...

anyway. it appears to me that after the revolution of the internet, which in short meant that all the bits and pieces of gnosis splintered through all man-made systems of thought became to be just a google search away, the obscuring forces stepped up their game. I am not saying that this is all the mk paradigm is for. what I am saying is that as such, it serves more than just geopolitical purposes - it serves as a distraction for many in the face of gnosis. when something becomes associated in the minds of seekers to mk, it is automatically perceived as evil.

the way people use knowledge defines who they are. a fool will manage to find a way to hurt himself and others with practically anything, while a wise man finds a way to turn any knowledge for the benefit of himself and others.

obscurity is necessary, because no man holds the keys to the gates of gnosis. we all know but bits and pieces. what really defines reality is only accessible through direct experience, and no words are ever enough to describe mystical experiences. that's just how it is and will always be, unless our language evolves to a point now unimaginable.

do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law is true. already christ is coined as having said everything has an exoteric as well as an esoteric level, and the same applies to the above quote. the exoteric level is simply do what you want, which, of course, is faulty. as we all know the majority of those things that we apparently want are nothing but whims implemented on our minds from outside. the esoteric level speaks for finding one's true will, the individual purpose for which one came into being in the first place. which, naturally, is different for me and different for you.

life is composed of both creative and destructive forces, and the point and challenge for the existence of consciousness is to strive for the balancing of those two forces, both on an individual and societal level. if you do not know your true will, you're bound to whims stemming from outside of yourself, ending up serving a role in this pursuit for balance that remains unconscious. in short, you're nothing but a tool for the will of someone else.

there exists a death cult as a force of destruction in this world. yet, simultaneously, a cult of creation raves around, a cult which serves to empower and protect all life. do you use your energies to serve the former or the latter? whose will are you realizing – your own true will, or that which is imposed on you from the external reality?

turning to true selfishness, meaning the finding of your true will and beginning to serve it, is the only answer for a deficiency in character that often serves nothing but the death cult.

happy bacchanalia everyone!

12 March 2012

Idea+ sisu =

from the Sufi

“A man who had studied much in the schools of wisdom finally died in the fullness of time and found himself at the Gates of Eternity. An angel of light approached him and said, 

“Go no further, O mortal, until you have proven to me your worthiness to enter into Paradise!”

But the man answered, 

“Just a minute, now. First of all, can you prove to me this is a real Heaven and not just the wishful fantasy of my disordered mind undergoing death?”

Before the angel could reply, a voice from inside the gates shouted: “Let him in - he's one of us!””

05 March 2012


Promise me

“promise me that you won't die until you die”
said a mother to her only son on the moment
of divergence or then maybe fiction really is
just fiction and that scene was depicted from
some internal lands and not from real deserts
in somewhere south america which might as
well exist or not because all that really turns
the wheels of my drive is the narration in its
totality and if anyone knows it to be a great
achievement to write a coherent story that's
more than its parts then that someone is me
who am torturing myself by reading as if it
was my first time realizing letters to words

anyway  those words of wisdom
rang a bell that took my mind to
an old note found in between the
pages of a book about kgb three
days ago and I remembered how
I wrote it in pure  bewilderment
over a friend who hit his head or
something on his  thirtieth b-day
and was never again  the magical
being I got to know by heart then
when we were both  blessed fools
during a  summer seven years ago
and now that said I must conclude
him to be everything but unique in
being a dead man among us living

I know it has been a year
since I last  heard a thing
from you and by god it is
nearly two years since we
had our final meeting and
to be honest I cannot even
remember  the details  like
what was said or where we
were though we were close
to the home of sergio leone
in space  but not in time so
here we are now and I just
ramble like a madman and
could I please put my hand
in yours for my trembling's
asking for soothing warmth

promise me that
I will see you in
infinity as it has
been re-defined
in the past days
and promise me
to keep in mind
how what I call
transcendence is
inherent in each
pebble  one can
turn on the way
from here to no
other where but
sweet  nowhere
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