The Riddle Of Clouds

I have found that by engaging there have been pros and cons. My practice has led me to the belief that everything is possible, so it has opened up doorways for paranoia in the past. That in and of itself might seem negative, but in a way fear has actually led me to becoming a better person. The conscience of consciousness, right? 

Is it divine providence or your own mortal guilt? Bold of us to assume the two are not connected. Actively taking a look at my life, and consciously working to change my actions so that they do not harm me or others, led those entities to change what they had to say as well. I am not by any means saying you are not decent! But all of us, we can always be better. Some hippie I once loved told me that to be attractive, you must be magnetic. I have found that the energy (because that is really what these entities are, is energy) drawn to you usually correlates with your own. You can’t elevate to the light unless you do your shadow work. Enlightenment is not cushy and feel good, it is a painful process of gaining awareness of the connection around you. I am of the opinion that occult & magic are just terms for physics of a quantum realm we are not able to explain as of yet. To become involved in such activity seems to be like eating that forbidden fruit of the tree in biblical Eden, once you know, you know, and it is ever harder to stop seeking truth. 

Your power is directly tied to the strength of your belief. It took me falling on my knees at 2am in front of Jupiter, Saturn, and a full moon and begging my gods (I use this term loosely) for the strength to quit drinking. I believed it would work. I knew it would work. I had to know it could not fail. And, behold, by All-Father, it worked. I can let myself down, sure, but the gods as I know them? Letting them down was unthinkable. 

Believe in yourself as the good person you are, or the better person you will strive to be. It sounds as though you are afraid of the darkness, and that darkness is a part of you. That is okay. Shadows are creatures of the light you cast, to help you grow as a person. As your light grows, thus so do the shadows diminish. 

The only enemy is fear. Fear is useless and temporary, but if you must feel fear, ask yourself first and foremost, why do I fear? You will not find an easy answer to that question. Keep your intention pure and put in the work and the rest will come.  

Shimmering in coherence, celestial invitations;

An arcing rush of blinding bliss.

Memories of cold,

Consolation of dreams,

A balm to the spirit.

Heretical doctrines, theorized cataclysms,

Universal dark,

Imperative in its eternal role…

Infinitesimal specks of sanity.

Where storms breed in the senseless deep,

Sun swept through majestic cycles of

Incomprehensible passages of time;

Limping in upon deadened wings,

A great beauty, born of violence.

Vast weight of water, unexpected;

And humanity, poised between catastrophes

Rising to prominence, dying to nothingness,

The aching beauty of a

Limitless cycle of endless change

In the silent infinity,

Spiraling instantaneously into great bursts of colour;

Worlds doubling and tripling,

The great luxury of freedom.

Blood upon hands,

Gravest mind shattered, unbroken,

Conversations, unspoken,

Sprung forth from the dam;

Sacrificial, Superficial

Truths & Realities

The Heart of the Ritual

Experience visceral

Structural minimals

Abstractions liminal

As you are, As I am.

He stands poised
At the cusp of
The curtain of light
At the edge
Of the world

Commander
Of Forces of Nature
Challenger
Of the Spirit
The Emperor
Of All Change

The gaping maw
At the boundary
Where the world ends
Echoes soundlessly
Yet thunders with resonant
Calls from the Void
And questions
Unanswered
In the search
For the Riddle
Of Clouds

Air suspended in place
Unmoved by will
Currents still
Atmosphere suffocating
Heavy & asphyxiating
Soul-crushing, life-eradicating
Feelings that only
Winds of change can replace

The winds of change
The breath of life
A gift from
The Emperor
A reflection of
Heaven so far away
Given a place
To flourish
In this realm
Forgotten by the gods
We have forgotten
We are

Pieces of the
Skeleton of Earth
Colliding plates
Scrape and grind
Churn and crack
& The Emperor
Standing at the edge
So far above
The endless flat
Of the desert horizon
So far below
That collision of plates
A tectonic communion
Between patchwork layers
Playing host to life…

The Emperor,
The Challenger,
Of this Illusion
And not of this Illusion,
At home,
In this Illusion,
Yet at the same time
Very far from.

The falsehoods of mankind,
The weight of gravity;
Secrets of the memories of
The consciousness of ancient rocks
Inscribed upon the winds of change
Defined by relativity
Written with brevity
& at the center of the world,
Natures answer to the eternal question.

Artificial satellite rises on eastern horizon
Facade of nature,
Remnant of bygones;
Moon, shifting lines
Of the compass
In labyrinths of lost directions
To lie parallel to where the gates of sun set,
Opening to the realm of the infinite cosmic abyss.

& out of the abyss came life
Formed by the will of ones who have always been & will always be,
Fashioned from dust in imitation of their own likeness;
Over eons & milleniums & eternities,
Passing seconds.

So let it be writ.
So let it be done.

& let it be lost.

For what was to be seen was living,
But dead inside;
For to be able to truly live,
One must first thrive.

& there was one.
To start to remember
Is to remember to start;
Mind
Will
Soul
Heart.

She was Nothing.
& nothing.

& Nothing saw.
& Nothing searched,
Seeking answers to the riddle of clouds.

& when all that was to be looked at had at last been seen,
Nothing looked beyond;
Past the curtain of light at the edge of the world where nothing looked beyond,
& saw past that beyond;
looking directly into the heart of darkness,
& saw nothing.

& saw Nothing.

& truly understood the enormity & meaning of fear all encompassing.

No words were found to cry out in terror,
No creatures,
Familiar,
Or otherwise,
To reach out & grasp on to,
Groping ever further in the utter darkness of the unknown of absolute zero,

Desperately hoping,
Tragically failing;
in complete totality, to sieze any comforting sense from anything at all.
For all that had ever been had become less than nothing.

The unheard voice of the gaping maw of despair overran rationale;
& all sense of reason & reality fled,
Flying at lightning speed on the wings of the very last shard of dying light.

& all aspects of the ultimate nothing came together,
The ancient ones looking on from realms from the realms of light in sorrow,
Watching her grow cold as all memory of warmth slowly left her,
Silent tears falling as the hardening of her heart turned her soul to stone.

&
The Iron Soul
Of Nothing.

Standing alone in front of eternity.

‘This.”
The unspoken whisper reverberates through the darkness,
A thunderous resonant frequency echoing through the dimensions of consciousness;
“This is why you must live.”

Transcript 2 June, 2015 

Moon speaks to Druid

Druid speaks to Moon

You are there & I am here

No

You are there &

You are here

Take me home

You ARE home

& You are far from

From home?

Never

Earth is home

Astral is home

Soul can thrive without body

But body is naught without soul

You are both

Druid knows this

Druid can know

Must this one be both?

Not always

& not for Always

I love you

I AM You

I am coming

No

You are already here

& here as well

Are You?

It is possible

Everything is possible

Nothing is true

You are Everything

You are Nothing

You once were

The Iron Soul Of Nothing

You once were nothing to Everything

But now, you are Nothing to Everything

& Everything is nothing to me

But Everything is also Nothing to me

Both

Yes, it is so

You are both

Yes, is it so?

When a question is not a question

Because it is known to be question

But also known to be answer

You know, Druid

So it is, yes & no

Enjoy your both

I do & shall

I understand now

Druid understood before

Druid just needed to remember.

A COLLECTIVE ARCHIVE OF CHAOS

The Astral/The Ancient/The Old Ones

Writings/Compositions/Destructions

Experimental Noise/Guitars/Drone/Amps/Ivory Keys/Melodic Minors

3D/4D/5D Spaces&Places/HD Aura Creations/Psychedelic Sensations

Culture Connective/Reality Detective/Collecting Perspectives/

Reveling In Chaos/Dancing With The Sky/Making Love To The Shadow/Giving Birth To The Light

The Human Experience. 

I Search For The Riddle Of Clouds.