Non-sense
I feel as though Newton’s machines still exist, still pull us into another stream with strong current and poisoned wells. When I am in my proper place (Makom) I reach out and things bloom. When I am in that place, I reach out and the influence bends and breaks the gears and twisted structures. The worlds scream and resist, twist and burn. I recoil in horror at the confusing reaction, or at least I used to. Now I reach out to heal as much as I can. Even when the patient hates me for it.
These are lovely…
Yosemity National Park – EL Capitan in USA
Inside out
The deeper I go, the more I realize that the Kadmon model is not something that needs to be imposed from the outside, but rather is a series of experiments and basic formulae designed to model what already exists. Of course Kadmon could be a religion or belief system like any other, but there’s precious little point in modifying people’s beliefs, seeing as they will conform to a collective homeostatic behavioral set based on local group survival instincts no matter what ideals they claim. The idea that triggered this realization was meditating on the idea of continuity of consciousness. Consciousness is awareness plus storage capacity, and there are only a few ways to contain memory generated by non-corporeal consciousness. Highly structured systems of material or meaning, secondary links to consciousness already bound to matter, and echoed patterns of symbolic actions can all be utilized as methods of storage for individual or collective pools of consciousness. In actuality, there seems little to preserve that is generated here. Why do these mechanisms then exist, in this our most elegant universe. They do not exist to form us, for that is giving the result as the cause, and leads us nowhere. No, they exist to store the information of a higher, less stable realm. Where we look to the celestial realms and myriads of heavens for hope, they look to us for stability. We are their storage devices, used not as batteries, but rather as persistent memory devices. Yetzira writes a record of her dreams, and it is called Assiya.
And where do we write our records?
For reference
Just posting a few pics for the Librie group.
Librie power brick
Librie power connector head-on
Librie power connector side
