Gnosis and Eleusis

i can explain in a single paragraph (okay maybe three) everything these esoterically minded bumbledorfs are attempting to capture in language, and in the very next breath, demystify the whole thing.

even granting for the sake of this thought experiment that the platonic vein - its entire course all the way to descartes - were true, and we are immortal, there is an existential spade that cuts through the mystical like a hot knife through butter. no next life is qualitatively ‘better’ than any other. you are not some kind of imperfect alienated being broke off from the source and on some quest for wisdom as to how to get back to it. no sparks, no divine essence, no elusian fields. if anything, you are an event that could happen again. but that’s all you get. no heaven, no hell, no spiritual graduation to the next rank or any of that baloney. you don’t acquire magical powers by reading hermetic nonsense and nothing you do in this life will make your next life (recurrence) a life during which you might think ‘hey, this is better or worse because of something i did in the last life’. same shit, different occurrence. you are either going to ride the snake for eternity, or you’re pushing up daisies when you die. there is no third option. now once you understand this (and you won’t), the only thing left to do to give life any value is to approach one of two available omega points; you either become an eternal psychopath or an eternal marxist. and this is simply because there is nothing else to do on earf. if you think you’re on to something else, you’re floundering. you become either a gardener of life or a destroyer of life, and you do either of these in a material world… because there is no other kind of world. the final philosophy of the earf is the spinozean rational hedonism. that’s all you’re gonna get. so you better get to work to stop all the unnecessary suffering or get yourself a machine gun and start blasting. put the fucking candles and tarot cards and sacred texts away because nobody gets out of here alive. you are not going to ‘transcend’ any of this bullshit, i don’t care what plotinus promised you.

you guys are in a transference loop, see. each time you exist you fail to realize you’ve always existed, and so you spend your intellectual life, each time, devising nonsensical concepts with which you believe you’re convincing yourself that you are eternal and on your way to bigger and better things. you gotta break this silly cycle and ground yourself in the real, right here, right now.

p.s. i don’t personally like hagar better than roth, but it was band politics that became necessary for the continuation of the eddie van halen legacy.

right now

tell me, what r u waiting for?

it means everything

turn this thing around

you know where plotinus is right now?

in an alternate universe, talking about the same shit. ‘omg i’m still waiting for you’ or whatever the fuck he said. that’s just it, dumbass. you’re not ‘waiting’, because it never happens. immanence, dummy. not transcendence.

I cant even read that paragraph buddy. Your writing when you get intellectualoid is too… intellectualoid. Not a nice read.

I didn’t read it either.

AGLAIA

That was all very mean spirited.

Let’s talk about Aglaia.

“AGLA is a notarikon (Hebrew-to-Greek gematria) for the word Malkuth. It is a Greek word (aglaia) that means splendor, lordship. As in lordship over Malkuth the Kingdom or mortal realm in Kabbalah, which to draw on my application of the Gnostic metaphysics of transcendental apotheosis and excessus, is both the sephira separated from God and the only member of the sephiroth that generates its own Zohar. However it gets deeper: Plotinus equates Aglaia with the pure radiance (what Gnostics call ennoea, and Kabbalah calls zohar) of the Primary-Intellect of the Neoplatonist tradition, and by extension the EIDEIA to which man must rise in the discovery of both his own nature and the structure of the cosmos: aglaia is the pure radiances or light, the pure ennoea, and thus TRUTH itself. It is not the truth of any one statement or idea or anything: it is the truth of mind reflecting on mind, of that pleroma or plenitude which the servants of JEU call the Treasury of Lights. Aglaia is even the dying word of Herakles as, in his final breath, reason returns to him and he sees what he has done, and by realizing it, relieves himself the burden of conscience through acceptance of an ultimate truth. What is this ultimate truth that eased the heart of the mad Demigod? It is the truth that the multiplicity cannot contain the splendor or aglaia of the One, the burning infentesimal of the original intelligence. That is the tragedy of which Holderlin, in his essay on Empedocles, based the pathos of the philosopher-- as the One reaching out toward the pothos of matter and multiplicity, to re-emerge in aglaia and repeat the process; one–multiplicity–one–multiplicity. AGLA is also used by the Pythagoreans to mark the Tetractys- the mathematical representation of this ultimate cosmic pattern.” - Parodites

Prometh, you just attempted to argue with a myth that gnostics tell. You understand that a myth is just a kind of extended metaphor to make things more approachable for initiates? Afterlife? Who believes in an afterlife? The afterlife is now buddy, as is the beforelife and the sidewayslife and the obverselife and inverselife and all different kinds of life. To be clear though, the Gods and mythic beings are real. It is just that the Self- the Gnostic Sigil cleaved in Aglaia from the Godhead, the enlightened Self- is more real than the Gods. So a master is free to use them as tools to whatever end they require.

Prometh, you didn’t cut through anything, save that by asserting the reproducible nature of our consciousness and the fact that, related to that, there is no better life waiting for us after reunion with our immortal souls, (that is called a myth, not anything literally believed by the people you think you understand) you have made it very clear that you lack AGLAIA, that is, an immortal existence of your own: which is to say, that you are yourself reproducible, unenlightened, merely an event, a phenomenon consequent to another. You ever read the Indian epics- they are all about a great master tracking down his parallel selves in alternate realities to destroy them so that he can make himself ir-reproducible as a way of surviving the kalpas, that is, the cycle of karma and reincarnation through endless time. At any rate, you have told us that you have not apotheos-ed. But it is alright: Aglaia is a strange letter written on glass and water, and it changes its form every time someone looks at it: it is thus so hard to articulate or teach. As is written: “… but a maiden’s name written in mystery upon the water, though it were Truth; for the Truth is still, like the sea, and silent like her mourning,- THELOME BYTH EIKONII METHEXE ENNEAION PROTOLEPSOS OCEANUS”. [From the KALAGNOSEON ENZOLIDAID of Shem, or: the Un-knowing of the Silence of the Perfect Aeon: “The Will receives itself, like the sea the Will rendereth the will unto itself, and the first-intent of the ennoea is only an image-imprint.”] But it is what Gnosis refers to, conceived from the greatest vantage.

Gnosis is the multiplicitous- and duplicitous, representation of AGLA in time, namely as a fleeting and mutant sigil indicative of mastery over self, time, and gods. Those who carry its mark are the true bearers of light, the true gnostics. Aglaia is the mystery of the self, which is the self: it is what Hemaedion names the aleph-null level paradox, at the Grund; the paradox not of one logical system, or of one language, but the paradox of language itself:

“To affirm its existence is to refute it, and to deny its existence is to admit it. For,
if self-consciousness is included in the All-Being, it cannot be conscious of self: but if it
is not included in the All-Being, then the All-Being is not the All. This is the simplest
formulation of aleph-null, …”

^ You see, that is a razor. That cuts through things. Whatever you thought you were doing: that ain’t it chief.

The multiplicity of aglaia refers to the many yogic-paths of mastery that all lead to one place in Aglaia, to one place in the Immortal Self that has survived confronting the All and re-asserted its individuality in an act of celestial sabotage mirroring the act of the antisophic christ-devil of profane gnosis himself (Lucifer, Yaldabaoth, Prometheus, Zeus, Brahma, etc. etc.) in turning his back on the other angels to create the fallen physical world. One of these inner yogic-paths or ways to mastery being: the formation of a time-chrysalis to protect ourselves at the end of each karmic-aeon, again from Hermaedion:

" Of note, if one is to study the question of apotheosis fully, is the transaeonic theogony of Brahma-Siva, in which Creator and Created trade places through the cycles of karma in a reciprocal vortex of cosmic potencies gradually compressing the essence of consciousness into a singularity within its dizzying center, that it might be extracted from the aeon out of the supreme enjoyment of the inner yoga. Through the successive transitions of one karmic-aeon into another, Brahma became disaffected with the mortal creation and, turning away from it, remained in his introverted yogic-path and inner samadhi [enjoyment] for an entire cycle of karma. In his place as a now absent creator-god, recalling the mythic echoes of the same in the figure of a Phanes or YLDBTH, he installed Siva to take up the duties he neglected,- placing him in the middle of his heart-lotus, which had folded in on itself so many times through the aeons that Siva occupied an infinitesimal point at its center, such that through inner-contact with the creative-fire, he was burnt and became red instead of black, (the alchemical nigredo) taking up the color of Kala, the God of Time and Death, and finally, becoming the “golden androgynou” (in which the masculine and feminine powers of Brahma and Visnu were stabilized within Siva as a triune filiation of the theogony whose mystery, unfolding through the cycles of time, was and is the mystery of time itself, that is, the cycle of karma conceived at its widest scale) through whose fire the essence of Brahma was burnt up in a ritualistic purification on account of which Brahama returned slightly less and less at the end of each karmic-aeon, occupying for his part increasingly smaller roles or personae in the mythic dramatis, until finally, appearing as an inversion of himself,- (though having in just that way survived the aeon) not as the supreme creator but only the creation of Siva,- thus fulfilled by his diminishment in the scheme of creation the paradoxical Ardhanarisvara through whose yogic-path the great consciousness enjoys the other half of its own existence. Similarly, just as Yaldabaoth deliberately failed in his creation of mortal reality to match the glory of God, so that in this failure he could teach an entire race of beings to do as he envisioned, so Brahma deliberately allowed himself to be burnt up by Siva in order to teach us how to survive from one karmic-aeon into another, and thus maintain our identity or structure within the mythic narrative without diminishing, being erased, or inversion through the birth and death of different universes in the endless cycles of time."

(See, this stuff: it’s cool, or more properly- dank. And because dankness is one of the water-signs of AGLA, written into the mutating folds of spirit in time, so dankness is one of the signs of Truth- insofar as Truth is the Truth of aglaia. And your shit isn’t dank so.)

For my part, I am blocked behind like 7 different levels of time-chrysalis because I enfolded my lotus-fire into itself like 10 times to create an ‘impossible shape’ (the sigil of aglaia, in other words: the enlightened gnostic Self beyond all reproducibility, beyond all event: a singularity) that only exists in another dimension, so no petulant Siva is gonna harvest my soul-shard at the end of the world to be used to recycle the karma and help repopulate the next universe 47 trillion years after the last proton decays in this one; fuck that noise.

no my shit’s the dankest cuz mines is cold and purely mechanical. there’s no metaphysics to this, much less anything esoteric, spiritual or religious. the existential limitations found regarding the conditions of such a recurrence are phenomenological… pertaining to what an experience of such would be like, how it is made thinkable (here and now), and most importantly… what kind of theorizing about it can be meaningful philosophy. and one way that is not meaningful is trying to grasp the process as if it were cumulative and ordered in such a way that one can possess power over it, or control of it, through attaining enlightened knowledge. philosophy in this regard is nothing more than timidity before the prospect of the recurrence. it’s the ‘panic’ before the thought of it… the nervous scampering about to try and impose some direction to it. lol… like an rpg game, as it were, where you spend your time building your character’s attributes so to be ready for the next level. but the thing is, there is no ‘next level’ because experience isn’t phenomenologically accumulated over the successions of recurrence. just as you sit here now and dabble in that gnostic nonsense with the feeling that you’ve ‘got it’, so too have you done so through eternity… and it hasn’t made a damn bit of difference. you could’ve been studying dianetics instead and it wouldn’t have mattered one way or the other.

there is only one thing that is unconditionally, universally and absolutely persistent throughout this eternity of recurrence. only one thing that is always there. the drive to attain power and to enjoy oneself with no regard for the consequences beyond those that affect you directly. this is why your boy max stirner was the illest of the illest, btw. this dude was worth one hundred socrates.

naw man, vision is not a philosophical repository of the feeble words of man. vision is a naked sword. you need to lose your self-loathing morbidity, burn your books, get you’re weight up, and dare to go jogging during a thunderstorm or something. ‘all knowledge is knowledge of the body’ - spinoza

The moment there is any real proof of magic working, is the moment I believe we’re living in a simulation.

The big problem with discussing matters that precede language is that there is no language for it.

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that don’t mean it don’t exist, ludwig

ah yes. the old ‘absence of evidence is not evidence of absence’ trick, more formally known as the argument from ignorance. this leaves you twiddling your thumbs with the burden of prooph. now W’s gonna hit you another way. he’s gonna ax you what you mean by ‘it’, and accuse you of putting a subject without any predicate, making your statement meaningless. it’s at the moment you try and describe something about this ‘it’ that you engage in your language… but if you do that, clearly the thing about which you speak is not beyond language. so you saw off the branch you’re sitting on when you do that… and this does not please ludwig.

there’s a great deal of emptiness to the very concept of the ineffable. the whole ‘negative theology’ thing where everybody wuz like ‘whatever you say about god is not what is about god’ stuff. this is why we gotta do a lot of passing by in silence.

I would tell Ludwig that by that same reasoning, we could not speak of such a thing as a thought.
Then I’d ask him if he’s free tonight.