If I could make my own adults,
I’d shape them gently—
after the foggy warmth of grandmothers' laps
and the way a mother tucks in the corners of a blanket like a promise.
I’d build them with leftover laughter from childhood
pressed into the hollows of their cheeks,
the kind that resurfaces when they laugh with their eyes closed.
I’d stir in a spoonful of Camus—
so they'd look at the sky and feel both lost and held.
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Loneliness, Emotional pain, walks with us through the day,
and sleeps with us through the night,
Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,
silent screams that no one can hear,
feeling of relentless distress,
Trapped with nowhere to turn,
life is changing beyond our control,
someone else is pulling the strings,
causing this deep ache in the bottom of our soul.
but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours –
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Sweltering clouds above are in yoga
Below them, crags — large-hearted and
Deep-seated, with striated bowels —
Faint from the hostile shafts of sunlight.
Iguanas pray fervently through fents
Hewed by dreaded times;
So are south-oriented ivies — straggling
Idly by noon, they seek eloquence of
Humming-birds on rock-ruptured
Sequence of dalliances...
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The first and initial Binary opposition, namely being/consciousness - signifying the primary exit of the Spirit beyond its limits, the division of the One into the Object and Subject of self-knowledge, the cognizable and the cognizing beginnings
As in any opposition, its poles are mutually reflected in each other, leading to the emergence of new oppositions: pure consciousness, which represents the world hierarchy of Monads; pure being manifested in the world totality of energies - dharmas; consciousness reflected in being generates waves of life of the Macrocosmos and being , reflected in consciousness, creating the inhabitants of the Psychocosmos, moreover the first two elements have only potential existence, in reality there are only two oceans - Macro- and Psychocosmos, where there are both their energy producers and their predators
At the same time, in the Macrocosmos, consciousness must always have a body - its conductor, its support, and in the Psychocosmos, consciousness is born by being, it does not have a body, a conductor, but needs the being that produces it and Therefore, the inhabitants of the Macrocosmos need the supply of the Force of Life “from outside”, and the inhabitants of Psychocosmos need the Power of consciousness to support them
The human being is trapped between two endless oceans - the ocean of being and the ocean of consciousness, participating in both of these oceans, developing in both of them, but also exposed to dangers on both sides - lurking by predators both from the side of being and from the side of consciousness
We don’t understand, but time is a miracle, the ability of the Absolute with its Consciousness to isolate stable images in boiling primordial matter
Thus, although relative, there is a continuity of being
This is how a natural change of states is born, which means time arises, because there is no time without contemplated objects
Moreover, in ensuring the duration of ongoing processes, the aspect of the will of the Absolute is manifested
The magician lives not in the usual flabby and rarefied state, suitable only for the endless and dull repetition of the same lessons, which is “ordinary” life, but in an intense “training center”, where every action is called upon to “squeeze” the maximum out of consciousness. what it is capable of, to realize its aspirations and aspirations as effectively as possible
"Magical activity", rituals, spells are not just an entourage, games designed to make life "more interesting", they are ways to increase the intensity of awareness, to take it beyond the limitations imposed by upbringing and the forces behind it – Archons, predators, parasites
The key rule of Magic is: "you only need to do what you can't help doing," and all the training is needed only to find these "anchor points of consciousness," those actions that are overdue and can trigger an avalanche-like reaction of Enlightenment
By coming face to face with the players hidden behind the screen of the mundane, the magician can no longer pretend that "everything is fine" or that "everything is still ahead." The reality he is facing is so merciless and terrifying that it is impossible to simply ignore it, and then there is a state in which the magician "cannot but be a magician"
If I could make my own adults,
I’d shape them gently—
after the foggy warmth of grandmothers' laps
and the way a mother tucks in the corners of a blanket like a promise.
I’d build them with leftover laughter from childhood
pressed into the hollows of their cheeks,
the kind that resurfaces when they laugh with their eyes closed.
I’d stir in a spoonful of Camus—
so they'd look at the sky and feel both lost and held.
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If you have seen it or traipsed on it,
You would have long since observed
That it's not paved with slabs of deception;
It’s a simple, lean road, fleshed and naked
It blends well with culture and the harmony
Of peace, curved effortlessly on its western incline.
It clutches at its vegetation when storms pervade
The earth
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end’s beginning . . . .
. . . . a seed that falls
strikes the ground and ends…
the goodness of its covering
fleshy fruit but an aftertaste…
then germinates and sprouts,
with daily nurturing sunlight
to spawn the next generation
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Without Power, no appearance is possible; Power is not a means, but a condition for realization, including the realization of one’s own potentials, the expansion of awareness. And it is clear that one of the main aspirations of the magician is precisely the desire to accumulate Power - that is, to his development, to his realization
However, besides Power, Magic does not deny the importance of other values - Honor, Love. A magician, who sacrifices Honor for the sake of Power, is doomed sooner or later to lose - failure to accept responsibility means abandonment of integrity, and this is the path to the destruction of his being
However, for a magician, love inevitably limits his individuality, selfhood, and therefore limits his Power, but such a limitation, nevertheless, being correctly directed, leads to an amazing result - by giving up the Power, limiting himself, the magician gains access to such deep sources, which he had never even suspected before, and it turns out that for love, it’s really not a pity to give up your life
The emptiness created by the separation of energies is suddenly filled, and the fullness, the integrity that arises in the being of a magician filled with love, is qualitatively different than the integrity of a magician who is focused on his differential self