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The Circuits of Cyclical Co-Incidence

Posted in eraserweb - chaotic, eraserweb - confessional, eraserweb - expressions, eraserweb - favorites with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 17, 2013 by eraserweb

How do you usually begin things? With a phrase? Like “In The Beginning?” Is Genesis really the beginning of the Bible? Or was it put in place to soak up a messy and more involved sense of history? Were there more occurrences which have been, for whatever reason, edited out of our linear understanding of “First Cause?”

Are these occurrences finding tendency and preference to  reveal themselves to the willing – or not so willing – through the guise of postmodern media? Should we look to time as full of circuits of information, creating orbits of paradigm and paradox of attractor?

A Later Book of Chaos

A Later Book of Chaos

In my first year of university I took up the task of teaching myself about a more well-rounded curriculum – Chaos.  At the time, 1991, fractals were just beginning to slither into our day to day media structures – self-similarity in the form of a TV’s view of itself was going to come to pass, the 80s (which had percolated with self-symmetry) were still a growing hotbed of what would soon be called “New Media Streaming.”  And the bait of the lost books before Genesis? How about the Book of Chaos?

This book, and I use the term loosely gives rise to an Order that later was to find itself called Hunab-Ku in MesoAmerica, The Tao in the East and … well gee I guess this idea of Chaos is still underground in the West.  It was supposed to involve the 8-fold path and so far we only have two folds, can I still get my daily bread?

Did the Sphinx we know understand 8 Mysteries?

Did the Sphinx we know understand 8 Mysteries?

At a point in time very far back we had a different system of data and content-sharing.  Some may argue it was better than the silicon-matrixes we try to work through today.  There was a Tree of Creation, a Tree of Eternity, A Tree of Knowledge and even a Tree of Life.  The AppleStory(TM) falls off of the Tree of Creation (“And what did you want to do with the money…) to the Tree of Knowledge (“I want to go somewhere and forget that I made a mistake, it’s all over the network …) oh so why don’t you visit The Tree of Eternity.

The Tree of Chaos is the important tree in this sense as it’s an esoteric tree for initiates who have developed reading capabilities (extra strands of DNA to those familiar with themes of that nature) that acquire too much power if left “unsorted.”

Those familiar with Quaballist theories of symmetry “As Above – So Below” and “As Within – So Without” will note that the actual structure of the Tree of Chaos, along with the sacred texts (ie; real world blogs of light) weren’t lost as such, and i’ll tell you why …

12 strands of dna

12 strands of dna

When a Chaos Magistrate (a Mage – being male or female, often with androgynity in their makeup) “does their thing” with their Tree they can take things from the world of the material and create new maps of signification which allow others to draw their eyes around objects (such as a person’s face, or an apple) in a manner that can cause a cascade of depth-recognition which later can find corollary as the Gnosis of the Tree of Knowledge.  The story goes that higher-up Mages can do what The Mayans had purportedly done – took physical matter and allowed it to ascend into it’s finer schema of “light.”  This is where, ostensibly, the “Lost Mayan Civilization” disappeared to.  Or, to take the converse point, maybe it’s just a mything link….

The Current Tree of Life

The Current Tree of Life

Back to the Beginnings, as often failed alchemical venturists – or venture capitalists – go to when trying to tack down that pesky fly in the ointment.  We couldn’t all start off as coming from the same Creator, could we? Perhaps genetics involve circuits of light which we don’t recognize (in a plug-and-play manner) because the DNA coupler (like a USB hub) is being systematically edited out by nefarious gloomsday agents with sthivil stherpent schemes.

Some say we all have 12 strands of DNA, some argue that 13 is a more realistically symmetrical number – the 12 thrown around the vernacular actually being a 2 x 6 syncretic composition, the remaining “third rail of genetic power” being reserved for “The Nephilim of Niburu” or other strange, fanciful areas …  The “12 Strands” graphic pictured above is perhaps the cross-section of a “fiber-optic” uplink that a helix of strands can access – you can still have other helices connecting with other “Sephiroth” or “Spheres of Interest.”

The Tree many of us encounter when we’re browing in the esoteric side of the web is the one pictured here – “The Tree of Life” (also the name of a Brad Pitt effort of 2011).  We’re getting to the point where the angelic inscriptions on these trees – and there are many – are going to be accessible in a manner that is serial but not segmented …


until later, we leave it to “Arbitration …”



E for Error

Posted in eraserweb - confessional with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2013 by eraserweb

The effects of an elixir catalyzed a catastrophe – all of my relations open their mouths at the same time and say “Why did you do it – you know it’s illegal!”

What some feel is the superconductive gold at the end of a contorted rainbow ...

Still Schedule 1 as of 2013 – What some feel is the superconductive gold at the end of a contorted rainbow …

That’s a more sane survey of what happened to me in August 1997 when i thought i would end a busy work week with two capsules of what I thought were MDMA.  Little did i know that it would set in motion genetic gears which would leave my normal cognition trying to pick up the pieces of the mirror struck by a rock of social defiance.

I was in California, ready with a fat paycheque to visit back home in Canada and I decided to “party-up” my last night in the US of A.  This was before 9/11 and I was thinking my return to the East Coast would be a clean sweep of all my ambitions to reconnect with friends and hey, you never know I could make that important connection tonight, you never know with these things.  Indeed, I made an important connection; to a responsibility for my own mind.  The E wasn’t taking effect so I took the other one.  The period-redoubling and recursion of the chemical cyclotron sped up, and started creating problems to solve, as if i didn’t have enough already.

Imagine you already can’t see the forest from the trees, then a lost fragment of self decides to throw in some thorny bushes.  Then the pain begins – the pain and passion of a young boy who only wanted a good time – now he’s the split-brained martyr, James the hunter-gatherer looking for differences between potential girlfriends and sisters; or perhaps the differences didn’t matter.  Girls first.  Do I like guys? (At least I could recognize that this was a woman’s question).

Why didn’t I do everything myself? I felt the second E hit something and heard a response, in a voice sounding like it had come over the K-Mart loudspeakers “A Habit Has Formed”.  Was this some new form of consumer trance-channeling?

They tell you that you can quit for good - nothing like curtailing a bad habit ....

They tell you that a real man can quit for good …

Perhaps it was, going out on a paranoid and tenuous limb here, me overhearing some American Military-Industrial-Complex “Shopper Surveillance” Artificial Intelligence entity.  Or, perhaps it was just me being hard on myself as i lit another cigarette.  At least it was an American Spirit rather than Marlboro (or the endless walk-a-mile for a Camel).

Rose Quartz

A lode of heart …

So the two Es in my system – system here sounding like the membranous boundaries between society, computer and self – and I wasn’t “Getting Lucky” like my Loverboy memories would intimate.  Crouching, smoking, and generally appearing like a normal i tried to “see what I wanted to do next” and was only left with a feeling that i was in the middle of a personal earthquake, loss of cognitive voice – what was in those Atlantean crystals?

Now-a-days I am not smoking to get high – to get that bit of confidence from the shreds of myself which sometimes drop charismatically into my train of thought.  A train-of-thought that has problems with borders and boundaries like the rest of a post-terrorist 21st Century.

Having accepted my illness as something both ingenuine to my person, as well as something I decided foolishly to speed up, I now am left old and fumbling clumsily with memories which may involve me, or maybe they are just the “News of The World” and I have to find myself, my spirit, within it.

Alone, now shy beyond belief and looking for the commensurance of social service that can arrive in my bank account guided by Angels …

Still one missing ... or so say the Greeks.

Still one missing … or so say the Greeks.

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