The human body is not a thing or substance, given, but a continuous creation... an energy system... which is never a complete structure; never static; is in perpetual inner self-construction and self-destruction; we destroy in order to make it new.

Norman O. Brown

Black Sabbath - N.I.B.

Some people say my love cannot be true
Please believe me, my love, and Ill show you
I will give you those things you thought unreal
The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal

Follow me now and you will not regret
Leaving the life you led before we met
You are the first to have this love of mine
Forever with me till the end of time

Your love for me has just got to be real
Before you know the way Im going to feel
Im going to feel
Im going to feel

Now I have you with me, under my power
Our love grows stronger now with every hour
Look into my eyes, you will see who I am
My name is lucifer, please take my hand

Samsara, nirvana and sunyata

Whatever can be conceptualized is therefore relative, and whatever is relative is Sunya, empty. Since absolute inconceivable truth is also Sunya, Sunyata or the void is shared by both Samsara and Nirvana. Ultimately, Nirvana truly realized is Samsara properly understood.

Nagarjuna

Very beautiful. My plans for the future includes to go deeper on the subject of sunyata and what it really means. Both in regards to my personal philosophy and what it means for buddhism. I like buddhistic metaphysics but as with so many things I dislike alot of the moral and ethical stuff that it endorses. Not always the principles per se but also why they are to be used.

Thus spoke Zarathustra. . . again.

I was siting on the train yesterday and read Friedrich Nietzsches "Thus Spoke Zarathustra". Everything just felt right when I had read the chapter "The Home-Coming". I must have read the right thing at the right moment because something connected with me. Below you can see me quote the whole chapter. Its not the same translation I read (which was done by R.J. Hollingdale for penguing classics) but something I found after a quick search on the internet.

The Return Home

O LONESOMENESS! My home, lonesomeness! Too long have I lived wildly in wild remoteness, to return to thee without tears!
Now threaten me with the finger as mothers threaten; now smile
upon me as mothers smile; now say just: "Who was it that like a whirlwind once rushed away from me?-
-Who when departing called out: 'Too long have I sat with lonesomeness; there have I unlearned silence!' That hast thou learned now- surely?
O Zarathustra, everything do I know; and that thou wert more forsaken amongst the many, thou unique one, than thou ever wert with me!
One thing is forsakenness, another matter is lonesomeness: that hast thou now learned! And that amongst men thou wilt ever be wild and strange:
-Wild and strange even when they love thee: for above all they want to be treated indulgently!
Here, however, art thou at home and house with thyself; here canst thou utter everything, and unbosom all motives; nothing is here ashamed of concealed, congealed feelings.
Here do all things come caressingly to thy talk and flatter thee: for they want to ride upon thy back. On every simile dost thou here ride to every truth.
Uprightly and openly mayest thou here talk to all things: and verily, it soundeth as praise in their ears, for one to talk to all things- directly!
Another matter, however, is forsakenness. For, dost thou remember, O Zarathustra? When thy bird screamed overhead, when thou stoodest in the forest, irresolute, ignorant where to go, beside a corpse:-
-When thou spakest: 'Let mine animals lead me! More dangerous have I found it among men than among animals:'- That was forsakenness!
And dost thou remember, O Zarathustra? When thou sattest in thine isle, a well of wine giving and granting amongst empty buckets, bestowing and distributing amongst the thirsty:
-Until at last thou alone sattest thirsty amongst the drunken ones, and wailedst nightly: 'Is taking not more blessed than giving?
And stealing yet more blessed than taking?'- That was forsakenness!
And dost thou remember, O Zarathustra? When thy stillest hour came and drove thee forth from thyself, when with wicked whispering it said: 'Speak and succumb!'-
-When it disgusted thee with all thy waiting and silence, and discouraged thy humble courage: That was forsakenness!"-
O lonesomeness! My home, lonesomeness! How blessedly and tenderly speaketh thy voice unto me!
We do not question each other, we do not complain to each other; we go together openly through open doors.
For all is open with thee and clear; and even the hours run here on lighter feet. For in the dark, time weigheth heavier upon one than in the light.
Here fly open unto me all beings' words and word-cabinets: here all being wanteth to become words, here all becoming wanteth to learn of me how to talk.
Down there, however- all talking is in vain! There, forgetting and passing-by are the best wisdom: that have I learned now!
He who would understand everything in man must handle everything.
But for that I have too clean hands.
I do not like even to inhale their breath; alas! that I have lived so long among their noise and bad breaths!
O blessed stillness around me! O pure odours around me! How from a deep breast this stillness fetcheth pure breath! How it hearkeneth, this blessed stillness!
But down there- there speaketh everything, there is everything misheard. If one announce one's wisdom with bells, the shopmen in the market-place will out-jingle it with pennies!
Everything among them talketh; no one knoweth any longer how to understand. Everything falleth into the water; nothing falleth any longer into deep wells.
Everything among them talketh, nothing succeedeth any longer and accomplisheth itself. Everything cackleth, but who will still sit quietly on the nest and hatch eggs?
Everything among them talketh, everything is out-talked. And that which yesterday was still too hard for time itself and its tooth, hangeth today, outchamped and outchewed, from the mouths of the men of today.
Everything among them talketh, everything is betrayed. And what was once called the secret and secrecy of profound souls, belongeth to-day to the street-trumpeters and other butterflies.
O human hubbub, thou wonderful thing! Thou noise in dark streets!
Now art thou again behind me:- my greatest danger lieth behind me!
In indulging and pitying lay ever my greatest danger; and all human hubbub wisheth to be indulged and tolerated.
With suppressed truths, with fool's hand and befooled heart, and rich in petty lies of pity:- thus have I ever lived among men.
Disguised did I sit amongst them, ready to misjudge myself that I might endure them, and willingly saying to myself: "Thou fool, thou dost not know men!"
One unlearneth men when one liveth amongst them: there is too much foreground in all men- what can far-seeing, far-longing eyes do there!
And, fool that I was, when they misjudged me, I indulged them on that account more than myself, being habitually hard on myself, and often even taking revenge on myself for the indulgence.
Stung all over by poisonous flies, and hollowed like the stone by many drops of wickedness: thus did I sit among them, and still said to myself: "Innocent is everything petty of its pettiness!"
Especially did I find those who call themselves "the good," the most poisonous flies; they sting in all innocence, they lie in all innocence; how could they- be just towards me!
He who liveth amongst the good- pity teacheth him to lie. Pity maketh stifling air for all free souls. For the stupidity of the good is unfathomable.
To conceal myself and my riches- that did I learn down there: for every one did I still find poor in spirit. It was the lie of my pity, that I knew in every one.
-That I saw and scented in every one, what was enough of spirit for him, and what was too much!
Their stiff wise men: I call them wise, not stiff- thus did I learn to slur over words.
The grave-diggers dig for themselves diseases. Under old rubbish rest bad vapours. One should not stir up the marsh. One should live on mountains.
With blessed nostrils do I again breathe mountain-freedom. Freed at last is my nose from the smell of all human hubbub!
With sharp breezes tickled, as with sparkling wine, sneezeth my soul- sneezeth, and shouteth self-congratulatingly: "Health to thee!"

Void, Chaos, Causality! Whee!

I know there is alot of quotation and re-publishing on the blog right now but to be honest I dont care about that at all. What follows is a post at the Occult Corpus forums made by the user "Rin".Not very deep but well worth thinking about.

[ Taoism ]
Metaphysically, Taoism can be said to assert that everything that appears to exist is one of the "Ten Thousand Things" which arise by the interaction of Yin and Yang. Yin and Yang are sometimes said to be expressions or qualities of Tao (I'm sure there's a better way to word this, so please forgive my linguistic failings). Tao can be described as being beyond "existence" and "non-existence", and that any attempt to assert that it is either/or will fail (but it won't necessarily be utterly false, either). Much like dark matter in astro-physics, the Tao is inferred by its "influences" or "effects" on observable and experiential phenomena. The point I want to make with reference to the Tao in the context of this thread is its infinite potential, that it can be said to contain everything we can possibly imagine and everything we possibly cannot.

[ Buddhist Karmic Causality ]
Karma is slightly different in Buddhism than in Hinduism or Jainism. Though despite the differences it has been, historically, largely moral in nature. In Western nations that have seen a spread of Buddhism, the idea of karma is expanding to include general causality (if you place your hand in a fire, it will burn). Many people in the dialogues between Buddhist philosophy and science have made the connection between karma and Newton's third law of motion ("every action has (an equal and opposite) a reaction").

One of the implications of this is that everything that exists presently does so because it has been caused to exist. That the result of karma, multiplied across vast distances of time, space and other have brought us to where and what we find ourselves today. We're like in a seething ocean of causality where causes and conditions interpenetrate and produce countless holographic-like effects. Some of these are the Earth itself, human beings, star formations, cultures, and even the idea of selfhood. It's said that since everything is causal, nothing is permanent.

[ Chaos ]
Chaos theory tells us that chaos has to inevitably give rise to order or patterns. Although, because those patterns arise from chaos, they must inevitably return to chaos. Chaos is, therefore, like a vast ocean of potentiality where order arises like waves before subsiding back. The appearance of patterns is largely illusory because the order that arises is not wholly separate from the chaos out of which it arose and it is, by extension, connected to other systems of order. We can also observe intra-pattern chaos and order (such as in a nation whose political factions swap out and change altogether, back and forth and in between).

Chaos theory in magic can tie together the idea of the Tao as being infinite potential (you could insert a poor simile here and say that Tao is like a blank canvas) and that of Buddhist Causality (another simile could say that causality is like every possible colour of paint being made available to you, to play endlessly across a canvas). With proper awareness and trans-rational understanding**, one could look deeply into systems of chaos and get some idea of what kind of pattern will emerge and when.

And since we're all part of this vast, beginningless sea of progressive, aprogressive and entropic chaos, we can ourselves effect change in the currents in, around, and that is us. A big key in this is to stop viewing yourself as being separate and distinct from everything that happens around you, and things that appear to happen far away from you (in both time and space). Even quantum science will tell us that time and space are illusory, and that distance is largely meaningless on the quantum level of reality.

Chart of the Great Ultimate (Taiji tu)

The quote is taken from the website of Stanford University. You can find it here.

The relations among the different cosmological configurations that intervene between the Dao and the "ten thousand things" are illustrated in the Chart of the Great Ultimate (Taiji tu), which was discussed at length by both Taoist and Neo-Confucian authors. Texts in the Daozang (Taoist Canon) contain several versions of this chart; the one reproduced below is the best-known version.

On top, the chart depicts the Absolute (wuji) as an empty circle.

Below is another circle that represents the Great Ultimate (taiji) as harboring the Two, or Yin and Yang, shown as two semicircles that mirror each other. Each semicircle is made of black (Yin) and white (Yang) lines that enclose each other, to depict Yin containing True Yang and Yang containing True Yin. The empty circle within these lines corresponds to the empty circle on top, alluding to the notion that Yin and Yang are the "function" or "operation" (yong) of Emptiness, which in turn is their "substance" or "core" (ti).

Following this are the Five Agents (wuxing), which constitute a further stage in the progressive differentiation from Oneness to multiplicity. The lines that connect the Agents to each other show the sequence in which they are generated, namely Wood, Fire, Soil, Metal, and Water. In the configuration of the Five Agents, the Great Ultimate is represented by the central Soil (which is said to have a "male" and a "female" aspect) and reappears as the small empty circle below, which represents the conjunction of Water and Fire ("Great Yin" and "Great Yang") and of Wood and Metal ("Minor Yang" and "Minor Yin").

The circle below the Five Agents represents the joining of Heaven and Earth, or the active and passive principles that respectively give birth to and support the existence of the "ten thousand things." The state of multiplicity is represented by the circle at the base of the diagram.

The darkness was one

The Eternal Parent, wrapped in invisible robes slumbered. Time was not, for it lay asleep in the infinite bosom of duration. Space was not, for there was no place or point. Darkness alone filled the Boundless All. And the Darkness was One.

The Seven Sublime Forms and the Five Truths were not yet, and the universe, the child of Necessity, had not yet been breathed out. Alone, the One Form of Being stretched boundless, infinite, causeless, in dreamless sleep. And life pulsated unconscious, throughout that all-presence. The Great Wheel was not yet. The Dark Formers and the Luminous Forms, were not yet. The Forms that come from No-form rested in the bliss of eternal non-being. And the Darkness was One.

A vibration thrills through Darkness, expanding within and without, touching the whole Universe which was now an embryo in Darkness. Then, the Ray flashed out into a web of 7 lights, and the 5 truths molded the whole into LIFE. Yet still, the Darkness was One.

And the Cosmos was born from the web, a woven fabric of many colors and tones. And the cloth was woven perfectly, no color dominated, yet none were the same; no tones were the same, yet all were harmonious; all blended in a variegated ever-changing cloth, whose capacity for infinite change was proof of the miracle of life. And all things living are part of this woven fabric of life. And all they have to do to delight in this gift of life, is BE. Yet through the changing of times and places, through the births and deaths of stars that form the Web of Life, the Wheel Spins relentlessly in the Grand Illusion. Yet still, the Darkness IS One.

Delar av "the darkness was one - a doctrine of cosmogenesis".

Joh 18-19

Detta är Jesus ord från Joh 18-19:

18. Om världen hatar er, kom då ihåg att den har hatat mig före er.

19. Om ni tillhörde världen skulle världen älska er som sina egna. Men nu tillhör ni inte världen, utan jag har kallat er ut ur världen, och därför hatar världen er.