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Why Awareness Is Rare In a Perfect Universe

 The expression of Awareness is exceedingly rare in our species, at least developed to the degree that is of any real importance.  The nature of the universe, and everything within it, is perfect.  All things in their current state are perfect, it is only our perception of these things which can be imperfect.  We are in the habit of not seeing things as they are, but rather as we would wish them to be or how we are told they are.  We are programmed to be enamored with the illusion of imperfection; either the misinterpretation of the truth or the purposeful denial of the truth, so much so that most of us will not have the chance to be more than what we are.  We will go on believing we are aware, living lives deceiving ourselves and doing things we disdain, only to end no differently, or perhaps worse, than when we began.  This is as it should be.  Most will not seek to develop themselves in order to become something more.  We are what we are, whether we remain the same or choose to be more.  Perfection exists in either state, whether we are aware of it or not. Our delusion is also perfect.

 Consider pain.  Pain is often a negative experience, in that we tend to prefer to avoid it.  However, pain is necessary in order to keep us aware of that which harms us and to allow us to act in a manner to help prevent irreparable harm.  Pain teaches us how to interact with our environment, and by contrast allows us to truly appreciate that which is pleasurable.  Yet, there are schools which teach that pain is “evil”, or the result of imperfection in the world.  Pain is an aspect of life, one of the many aspects that let you know you are alive.  It may be preferable to avoid pain when possible, but it is no less perfect than any other aspect of our existence.

 It is the nature of this perfect universe for potential to be discovered and expressed.  Fire burns until its fuel is extinguished.  Water seeks its level.  The body grows and changes within the parameters set by its genetics.  We contain within ourselves the ability to inhibit the expression of our potential.  Like pain, this ability is not imperfect or evil, it is merely an aspect of ourselves which is necessary and can benefit us if properly understood.  Awareness cannot be achieved without the effort to find it, thus the ability to be closed to our potential, to even deny our potential, serves as a counterpoint which teaches us about our potential.  The perfect engine of change in our universe is adversity.  Potential only fully manifests when expressed through the birth canal of conflict.  Our species must earn Awareness in order for it to manifest.  Only those tested by the false nature of our perceived existence will appreciate the fruits of greater Awareness.

 We have all encountered men and women who inspire us by their example or have qualities that we see as desirable within ourselves.  They may have great beauty, physical prowess, impressive intelligence, emotional depth, or other traits which suggest something special, if not superior about them.  Some people we encounter have a quality which suggests a greater sense of being, of human potential being expressed in a manner that is uncommon.  Just as encountering superior expressions of various qualities may inspire us to develop these qualities in ourselves, it is contact with such uncommon expressions of potential that is often the impetus of our own exploration of self.  The difference is that while greater beauty, strength, or intelligence are common expressions we may readily observe, the potential for greater Awareness is hidden from the majority because its expression is so rare.

 Unless a person is fortunate enough to encounter an expression of greater Awareness via art, literature, music, or direct contact, the person is unlikely to seek greater Awareness for themselves.  This leads to an interesting tangent; if Awareness cannot be explored in ourselves without first encountering its example, then how did the first person come to seek greater Awareness?  Keep this question in mind, as I will discuss it in a future writing.

 If we are fortunate enough to come into contact with something that suggests greater Awareness, there will only be a few of us that seek it within ourselves.  Only a few of us have that inner fire which hungers for growth and senses the lie being perpetuated by the system we experience each day.  Many who encounter that example will have already been broken by that system.  They will make excuses as to why that potential which is within all of us is denied to them. They will see the development of greater Awareness as unimportant when compared to the demands of the world, when in fact just the opposite is true.  They will see the effort as too difficult, or themselves as too limited to ever accomplish what has been demonstrated by others.  They will see the example of greater Awareness and be stung by it, and turn away.  Only a rare few of us will see it as an inspiration and personal example for our own lives.

 Of those that try, only a rare few will find a path that leads them to greater Awareness.  There are many paths to greater Awareness, but far more paths that lead to dead-ends.  They are dead-ends because the death of the self is where they lead.  Some will make the mistake by misunderstanding what greater Awareness is, and will seek to better themselves by some means tied to this world.  This world, for all its pleasures and distractions, is finite.  How can one achieve something lasting by means rooted in this finite world?  The pursuit of money will bring wealth, comfort, and a plethora of hedonistic pleasures, but there has yet to be born a man who’s wealth served him once his life was ended.  Others will be lead astray by false teachers, some who think they know the way but are misguided by ego or the incorrect teachings of another.  Others will be false intentionally, preying on those who lack the ability to see the truth.  The majority will simply not know where to begin, and end their search before it even starts.

 Of those who find a proper path, many will fail because the way is arduous and fraught with peril.  The pursuit of a true path boarders on obsession.  Such single-mindedness will alienate the seeker from those around him.  Friends and family will raise doubts within him about his efforts and will question his motivations.  He will be ridiculed by his fellows who do not share in his pursuit.  The indulgences of the world will call to him like a siren’s song, urging him to put down his burden, to cease his toil, and to do what is easy.  Many who start down the path will turn away before the goal is reached.  Their hearts will lack the strength to achieve it.

 Of those who find what they seek, many will turn away because what they discover troubles them.  They will discover the truth, and truth is undeniable and unchangeable.  It can be nothing other than truth, regardless of what we wish it to be.  It is what it is.  Of those that find it, they will not accept it.  Their conceptions of self will be destroyed.  The world that they thought they knew will be gone, an alien landscape hostile to their existence.  In the face of truth, most whither away, seeking the world again and willfully going no further.  They will be forever haunted and bitter about that which they experienced but could not accept.

 Those, however, who can see the potential of their own beings, who find a proper path, who pursue that path to its end, who discover truth for themselves, and who can face that truth and embrace it, they will be transformed.  To them will be revealed the real wonder of the world and themselves.  They will see in fullness the perfection of all and within themselves.  Those that know and embrace truth can no longer be imprisoned by the false reality of the world around us.  Their minds will be like gardens where only they can decide what is planted there.  For those rare few, freedom will be a achieved. Tested, challenged, and tempered in the forge of adversity, they will emerge with something lasting within themselves.

 Awareness is a potential born within us all, but rare are those whom are favored with the circumstances within which such potential may be explored, who come into contact with the possibility of greater Awareness early enough in life, and who have the will to pursue its development in fullness.  This is also a perfect aspect of our world.  If greater Awareness was not rare and difficult to attain, it would lose any meaningful purpose, leading to stagnation.  The universe is not trite, it is dynamic.  If we are to fulfill our potential, we must seek to develop an Awareness which is equally dynamic.  The journey may be hard, but the effort provides many rewards.

Subtle

Tsun Tzu said “Know thyself, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories.”,  “All men can see these tactics whereby I conquer, but what none can see is the strategy out of which victory is evolved.”, and “Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness.Thereby you can be the director of the opponent’s fate.”

I have  sworn an oath to a lifelong discipline, of creating a self which has the awareness, foresight, ability, and strength to recognize and overcome seemingly insurmountable odds. Seeking out and utilizing every technique, tool, tradition, weapon, power, and philosophy which lends to producing this result. Just as the magician over time, learns and develops new tricks and perfects the old ones; this Darkhorse is constantly evolving to expand my repertoire. I am certain most would wonder why; why undertake this discipline?  The answer to that lies in the three quotes from The Art of War.

To know thyself is an ages old pilgrimage, undertaken to some extent by all of man. Some journey just far enough to come only to a superficial understanding of themselves. Discovering just enough to feel justified in claiming authority over themselves, and therefore assuming qualification to lead other men to themselves. Never recognizing their transformation into detractors of consciousness. You see consciousness lies, not in knowing some cosmic truth; but in the stride to attain that truth.

“And all cosmic truths become known to everyone on those planets because those beings who by their conscious efforts learn some truth or other share it with others, and in this way, little by little, all cosmic truths become known to all the beings of that planet, whatever may be their aspirations and degree of self-perfecting.” Gurdjieff – Beelzebub’s Tales

Notice Gurdjieff does not mistake ‘truths’ for consciousness in the above quote, nor does he seem greatly concerned with revealing these truths. He plainly says that all cosmic truths become known, regardless of the aim or qualification of the seeker. Seemingly, as if we were to just sit back and wait; all truths will be revealed to us over time. So if we accept this as a truth, the natural question arises; why then did Gurdjieff conceive of The Work?

“For, as I have said and written many times over the decades, our attack on the Old Order, on the mundanes and their societies and their governments, is on many levels, just as our esoteric Order – our association of sinister individuals – exists on many levels, each with a task, a goal, and each attracting, evolving, individuals of a certain type, a certain sinister nature. This is how a living-being is: complex; of various diverse forms ultimately (esoterically) co-operating in certain ways (whether consciously or unconsciously) to enhance, to increase, to reproduce and extend, the life of the living organism to which they belong.

Thus Vindex and our tribes are exoteric signs of our living, of our acausal presence in the causal world of the mundanes, and of a new type of life coming-into-being on this planet we have called Earth.” – Anton Long

Long like Gurdjieff and Tsun Tzu, recognizes that transformation is inevitable; save that which is in the hands of the potter. To shape the pot however, requires you know many things on many levels. You must know your hands, you must know the clay, and you must know the wheel. If you don’t know the fire, you’re left with a weak pot. Should your mind be without a clear image, you cannot draw its shape. So for this it must be practiced, worked at; grown.

I wanted to put these thoughts down, as  a primer for a future post. If you have thoughts, I’d like to hear them. “A thousand battles, a thousand victories”, so subtle is it not? The Puritan Mandate needs purged, should you aim to rise above. Diligent and deliberate, two of the hallmarks of The Insidious Way.

No one recognizes the Darkhorse!

Avoid The Media Circus

DICHOTOMIZED THINKING

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Dichotomized Thinking

This article will just answer a couple questions which have recently been suggested in the stats section of this blog or question I have seen asked around cyberspace associated with the subject of “dichotomized thinking” and Buddhism, and ONA. I’ll turn the questions or implied questions into formal questions and then try to provide an honest answer. Or I’ll just stick a question mark after a search term phrase I saw.

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Not much time this morning to comment, but in this article Chloe touches upon a lot of really great topics. Some of it has been covered here on Eminent Mind, a lot of it should be covered here on Eminent Mind. Anyway I thought folks that read Eminent Mind and aren't familiar with Chloe, might find this of interest. I will come back to this hopefully later this week! Enjoy!

Mindfuck – Peeling The Cryptic Clothes Of Euphoria

I haven’t much time to write lately. However that time is coming to an end soon. Once again, I will be moving minds with a dense net of words and images. Though I am not certain, I think I do well in being clear, concise, and direct in communication. Though there are always implied, and underhanded meanings throughout my writings; they are always discoverable. It is because of this, that my stay has attracted a cast of great minds. At one point, I took an organization (which was practically dead before me), and breathed life into it. Of course the intellectual contributions were not mine alone, but the ability to draw minds together, is solely mine.

I must remark; I thought I would have an opportunity to do such again, only on a greater scale than some ‘organization’. Unfortunately for whatever reasons it has not panned out thus far. Still there is an air about of unfinished business. The drive to forward shape the clay of experience. Not only my own, but offer others perspective; and in turn carve a piece right from the potter’s wheel, in front of them.

Perhaps it is the cryptic messages, and uncertainty of potential for loyalty; which offer disparity in reaching beyond a distant admiration of ideas. I’ve seen things, which make me believe (ie.. references to things of interest to me); my calling is still there , but there is no direct contact; that for me is a problem. Yet they whispers on the wind, like oak trees in the midnight hollow during autumn; to me. Singing silent songs, of an insidious, and sinister tradition married far in the future; they have been torn back, and haunt now their ancient roots.

So vividly, I can see the Darkhorses emerging; rising to work their alchemy of mindfucking. Conjuring  with gesture, and prose so potent; they alone threaten to bend the space time continuum. Mages of madness piercing frontal lobes, in a frenzy of infectious ideas; scorning all that is common place.   Unlocking the deep. Peeling layer for layer; the husk of complacency, and benign. Baleful, savage, and wanton; yet still crafty and calculated this is the insidious way. Slymen are not of rigid mind, observing and adapting to what works best; suffering the always changing, ever-volving strategy from the core outward.

I will continue doing, what I am doing; regardless of whom I am affiliated. However should some wish to sweeten the pot, by offering intellectual and paradigmatic interaction; the stars alone know its limits. Minds are meant to meld, in a sea of tantric interchange; giving rise to new visions of lucid vibrancy. Shall we dance?

Warlock Asylum’s Review of Liber Quantum by T.C. Eisele

T.C. Eisele's Masterpiece!

Greetings! I would like to welcome everyone to the Simon Necronomicon Practitioner’s Journal. If this is your first time here, please review some of our previous articles in our menu, appearing on the right of this page.

It has been a great blessing indeed to learn and share insights with people from all over the world. Interestingly, I have noticed that there are a few Initiates of the Necronomicon Tradition in the tri-state area. If you live in New York City, or plan to come out for a visit, I would suggest visiting Enchantments, a magical shop, located at 424 East 9th Street in Manhattan. this legendary magical shop caters to a large audience of occult practitioners from various tradition on a worldwide level. i usually visit the shop on Friday evenings and enjoy conversation and insights with the experienced staff on board. One of the prominent personas of the shop is T.C. Eisele.

T.C. Eisele is a Professional Astrologer and Psychic Counselor practicing in New York City at both A.R,E of New York Holistic Center and Enchantments Occult Store. I met Mr. Eisele a couple of years ago while visiting Enchantments, but I got to understand his occult perspectives and philosophy when the subject of Fourth Way Studies came up. Later, while visiting the store, I was more than happy to buy his book Liber Quantum.

Liber Quantum is Eisele’s masterpiece to say the least, and it is a work that every serious occultist should read. Eisele is able to successfully use the Enneagram, and show its consistency in comparison to other systems of esoteric and mystical science like the I Ching, Ars Magna, as well as presenting some valuable lessons in Astrology, Gematria, and the Qabalah.

While other books may cover similar subjects, what makes Liber Quantum a priceless find, is how Eisele is able to translate some of the well-known occult fields of study into scientific language. In some ways, Eisele’s Liber Quantum crosses the boundaries of magick and science and thus proving them to be different aspects of the same coin in a practical and easy to understand language. If you are familiar with Eisele as a person, or have read some of his other works, then you know that he is not a gentleman that spares his words, but values honesty, even if it is in critique of his own obeservations.Eisele presents the information in a very down to earth manner without telling you what to believe. In certain parts of the book he reveals his personal experiences with all flaws and glory, but during these ordeals he shows you how he was able to gain a deeper understanding of certain occult principle and how they translated and formulate correspondences in other field of science and magick. In my opinion, this was a brilliant way to present this writing, as it shows us that magick is not in the chamber, but in life. The following is an excerpt from Liber Quantum’s Introduction:

“Once the methods of Occultism are understood for their essential “scientific” nature they can then be consciously applied to the most important experiment any of us will probably ever engage in, which is to understand the meaning of our individual existence as it relates to the greater collective.”

I highly recommend this valuable work as a tool in your own personal research and development. Stay Blessed!

Warlock Asylum

Jet Skis and Great Apes (A Static Fiction)

Mark was the kind of guy who while being a literal leech to every person he interacted with, pranced around like his shit just didn’t stink. Nevermind that the stench of him permeated with such vile grotesqueness, not even the pope could stomach a whiff. When I first met this guy, he bragged about being independently wealthy, a real cocksmith, and the undiscovered heavyweight champion of the world. He only had one hardship, despite his mental superiority and physical prowess; he was unable to find good weed at a good price. So this is why he came to me, I happened to be one that found things.

He decided to court me and my boy Jason. It seemed like an effort to try to get the real price and a solid in. For a few weeks we rode his jet ski’s, cooked out at his condo on a private beach, and smoked the dope he’d paid for. I was waiting for Jason one day, to pick me up so we could go pick up our order. My pager went off, and go figure it was Jason letting me know; he was running a bit behind. I put in a phone call to Scott (The Great Ape), just to make sure he didn’t getting cranky. I always dug The Great Ape, Scott was the guy who told me; “There are really only two kinds of drug dealers, those that don’t use forklifts; and those that do.”  What a great philosophy. Needless to say he was a busy man and would get cranky if you fucked up his mojo. He said if Jason, didn’t show within two hours; I should head there regardless. I paged Jason 20 minutes, before I had to leave for Scott’s house. He finally called back and said “Sorry man, I’ve been at Mark’s house; have you met up with Great Ape yet?”.

I explained to him, I was just getting ready to leave in 5 minutes. He asked me to swing by Mark’s house after, and do him a solid.  Fucking with him, I asked him what was in it for me; his reply stumped me. He said “I’m sure Mark’s wife will suck your cock; its for her, hell she’s been sucking mine all day.” When it hit me I was half way to Scott’s house, like a light bulb flipped on; he wasn’t fucking around. Shit was about to get interesting, I just knew it. Jason was prone to getting us into trouble, one of my favorite things about him. When I got to Scott’s, he comes out to my car and climbs in, and announces I’m taking him to Taco Bell. First though, we were gonna smoke the fuck out. Scott had trouble rolling a joint, the only way he could do it was to attach four papers together; so he was used to smoking about an 8th in each sit in. That is why we called him “The Great Ape”; dude was monstrous in size; and smoked more dope than the entire staff at Hanna-Barbera combined.

So Scott tells me he talked to Jason this morning, and chuckled that Jason has been pounding Mark’s wife for the last week or so. He continues on to tell me, that according to Jason; Mark is not the one who is wealthy, rather it is his wife who has the money. Apparently she asked Jason, if Mark had been cheating on her; and he told her he had in fact been doing so, and bragging about it after. Which I knew to be fact, Mark was always bragging about rubbing his cock into his wife’s mouth; right after having ‘nailed’ some girl 2 doors down. The Great Ape and I settled up, had some tacos; shortly after that I got a 911-911 page from Jason. I dropped Scott off and headed over to Mark’s house. When I got there, she had convinced Jason to pack up Mark’s stuff into a U-Haul, and they wanted me to help break all the shit she had bought him. We started with his jet skis tossing them against the sea-wall over and over again.

When the fun was over, we went inside so I could settle up; and we could get the fuck out of there. I told her what she ordered, I usually charged Mark 1200 for, but in light of her letting us break some shit, I would take 200 off of it. She handed me 1500, and said it was Mark’s allowance for the month; and she didn’t want the smoke. Just then Mark came home, and had apparently noticed the U-Haul with jet ski bits surrounding it. I sat back in the chair chuckling as I watched things get all ‘Melrose Place’. Suddenly Mark was standing over the top of me, screaming in my face. I kindly reminded him, none of this was really my problem. I wasn’t the one fucking around on my wife, I wasn’t the one fucking his wife; and the shit I broke belonged to her and she’d asked me to break it. He stopped for just a second and started going after Jason, so I stood up between them. Now he was back in my face.

“You think you’re all big and bad don’t you”

“You aren’t as bad as me motherfucker!”

“You better sit the fuck down TC (with some emphasis on it), or I’m gonna crack your fucking skull.”

I just laughed in his face. I told him he didn’t have the sack to hit me, but if he wanted to start something; he would be measured. He backed down, and Jason and I left. Jason kissed his wife on the way out. This left Mark and his wife firmly at each others throats as we exited the building. When we got back to Jason’s house, he started telling me how things had gone down in the week prior. Right then my pager went off, it was Mark. I called him back, evidentially it wasn’t enough to motivate him to punch me over Jason fucking his wife; but now he knew I had his money and he had no weed. He claimed he was coming for me now.

I never saw Mark again. Now he was just another bit of fiction like the rest.

 

Death Before Dishonor (A Static Fiction)

The smell of the gasoline was kind of making me nauseous. This wasn’t normal for me, I think maybe my nerves had pumped too much adrenaline into my system. Up till now, I’d never done anything this serious. Pocketing shit, fights, some public defacements, a few fires, smoking dope, and skipping school; it isn’t like I’d really thought any of that shit out. Things sometimes just happen. Most everything I had done was on a whim. This though, this was different; so many things were contingent upon this one act. It wasn’t so much about the cash I stood to earn; I was a messenger entrusted to be heard loud and clear.

Looking over at Daniel, I decided to go back over the plan with him. Shit had to run like clock work, and there was no fucking way, I was going to jail. We’d been boys for a few years now, and this wasn’t some corner-store bait and snatch; so I checked myself.  I started thinking about D’s integrity. If this thing was gonna back fire, it was not going to be on me; I’m a big picture man, a natural strategist, and worst of all I am methodical. I knew D was wreckless enough to do the deed, I never questioned his competence in that aspect. What I wondered about was where his loyalties lied. What if shit did take a turn for the worst, would it be every man for himself? I could see that being a very logically derived conclusion; self-preservation prevailing.

I remember just as we were walking up to the car, Daniel stopped for a second and said “T… We are brothers right?”. It seems, I wasn’t the only one taking stock. I looked him square in the eyes and said ” I gotcha man, besides I make this look easy…”. I busted the window out, and he immediately started dousing the interior. As we started walking away you could already smell that ‘burnt wire’ scent. I started thinking to myself, this would’ve been so much better; had there been an explosion. That really didn’t matter though, regardless this sack of shit’s ride was gonna be blacker than; the line out the door on ‘All you can eat Tuesday’ at Sonny’s BBQ.

The best part here was that this douche bag had it coming to him, at least from what I had been told. I always fancied the term “honor  among thieves”, this was a prime example of why. It is better to take your licks and feign ignorance to anyone else being involved. There is always someone willing to fuck up your day for a tennis ball canister full of Indigo and a few hundred bucks cash. In fact some might do it for less. I understood that your ‘name’ or ‘word’ was all you had in this life. Nobody likes a spineless coward, and actions have consequences.

Turns out Daniel kept his mouth shut, the crackling of dancing sparks above the tree line; was the last I ever heard of that night. In time, I would find out that even your closest allies; may at some point forsake any pact you’ve made. They may choose to act without that ‘honor’, they may even get themselves put in prison for 30 years to avoid paying the piper; their day will come regardless.

You gotta love fiction…

The BeLIEf Paradox (The Contrast Of Knowledge)

Everyone is born into this world with the notion that we are not perfect, only this notion; does not come from inside of us. Society gives us this ideal image of a ‘person’ for us to model ourselves by. Religions, governments, parents, siblings, extended family, and peers push it on us; fuck, they demand it of us!  Everyone else has their own idea of how you should think, behave, and what you should value; especially when it in some way involves them. Now we could debate the need for these models, but I think there is something far more telling and intriguing to examine. The belief paradox.

I’m not sure which came first, the chicken or the egg; I suspect they’ve always held a temporal superposition. This is because one extreme seems to be the cause of its opposite and vice versa. I suspect that why we hold others to a standard, is because we were held to that standard ourselves. I also suspect that why we hold ourselves to a standard, is because others hold us to a standard. We believe the standard set, is the correct one; because it seems rooted in simple logical axioms.

Do not lie, because you would not want to be lied to. Do not steal, because you would not want stolen from. Do not kill, because you want to live. Do not cheat, because you would not want cheated. We weave together a construct of idealistic behaviors with little regard and appreciation for the value of divergence or imperfection. We bolster high, an imagined self (person); one in which we are in deep identification with. We imagine, when the moment comes for any particular ‘situation‘ we will act in a manner consistent to these logical axioms; more often though we surprise ourselves. What we find is that we act instead towards, what some have deemed our nature. Nature however is not unmovable, in fact it functions on principles of conditioning. Trees and plants grow towards sunlight, water, and minerals and are conditioned to which direction they can draw the path of least resistance.

At this point, I think it is necessary to introduce a premise of importance to this evaluation. My friend and colleague, Jason King has stated to me on several occasions; that “All knowledge, rests on the shoulders of a supposition”.  All things considered ‘fact’ can be deconstructed to a level in which we can only draw a logical assumption. Once again I find no necessity to debate the validity of this argument for belief. Instead I wish to point to the paradoxical nature of belief and knowledge, as once again I find a patterned recurrence. The temporal superposition held by the two, feeds one into the formation of the other, and vice versa.

Still what can this mean for the existence of our imagined self, and our natural self? Do they even hold some separation? If we are to imagine that we would dislike a particular ‘thing‘, and we then by means of supposition refuse to engage it; does that offer a logical evaluation? Do we truly know this ‘thing’ to be without benefit? Yet we are encouraged to let the things we believe shape our natural self. In fact, I see a lot of would be philosophical movements pressing the idea that belief is reality.

“We are mind and body: if mind and body (inasmuch as they
belong to the world of maya) are false, how can one hope to achieve
through them that which is true?” Strictly speaking, the extremist
Vedantic doctrine of maya would therefore deny to the individual
the very possibility of elevating oneself toward the principle, since
such a possibility presupposes that between these two no hiatus
exists (a relationship between not-being and being), but rather a
certain continuity. – J. Evola – The Yoga of Power

The above quote from Evola, delivers a razor sharp assessment of the matters being discussed here. If everything is an illusion, how then can we evaluate ourselves and the world abroad? If belief is reality, then why when I believe that pigs shit rainbows and airplanes; do I not see pens full of prism-ed aircraft? Mind you, we must still deal with the paradox; which presses its head so violently into this puzzle.

As a note of side thought, Evola makes mention in “The Yoga of Power” that the doctrine of maya is drawn from the principle of an unchanging absolute. Furthering by stating that any thing outside of that absolute can only be illusionary (he is examining the Vedantist position). This boldly contrasts everything I’ve come to expect from ‘fact’ and how it takes form. Pointing back at Jason King’s assertion, we see a mirror opposite emerge. This emergence is the basis of formulation for The belief paradox; which is expressed as such;

All knowledge, rests on the shoulders of supposition, therefore belief must be the basis of reality; if reality is whatever we believe, how can anything truly be known?

My examination then leads me to a particular line of thinking. There are real and present manifestations; which are both uncompromising and completely malleable. The Slyman recognizes the conditions within them, in which can be manipulated to his own ends. To achieve this, he must endeavor to truly know them; suspending all belief in favor of knowledge. Through this knowledge he escapes the paradoxical imposition of standards upon self, enacting the organic self; abandoning the path of least resistance.  To know thyself is almost as difficult as it is to be thyself, this is why we Work.

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