"A virus is a small infectious agent that can replicate only inside the living cells of an organism."
Everything has its fractal resonator. As we have viruses, parasites, and mosquitoes, in the macro realm we have psychopaths, "demons", archons, whatever you want to call them.
I realize that these destructive forces are essential to our process of transformation. There can be no optimization without evaporation of those forms which lock us into cycles of negative feedback. I am being shown a mirror of sorts in this realization. I am being shown these things are a part of my being, those which I must be aware of to properly proceed in evolving my mind to improve connection with creative dimensions.
Today went a lot better than the past few days. I went to bed at 5 in the morning and slept for 12 hours, making up for all the sleep I lost during the initial withdrawal. Not having a job or any people I have no choice but to interact with regularly has its benefits sometimes. It might sound like I'm overexaggerating things a lot, but you can only refer to your model, and I can only refer to mine.
We are restricted to the expectations we have derived through our history, the patterns we have recorded and have assumed are correct interpretations of "cause and effect". The imagination is full immersion into the flux of the current (redundant?) moment, a transformative destruction of the historic paradigm, and it is of the same experiential fabric as anything else one can experience and is therefore as valid an experience as one's physical reality.
We need not to try and "figure things out" as they happen in the physical world, this process runs entirely on its own and it is our job in this simulation (hot term at the moment), potential fractal-time recursion (endless loop), to program our death, to expand the lens of our perception to imagine ourselves fully into the fold of love itself. We have an infinite amount of perceptions available to us, like the holographic nature of language and its symbols constructing, deconstructing and evolving, and yet we rely on a small set of these perceptions to experience life through. Such is the nature of the inner bloodsucking perceptikon, the inner voice which tells us "that's not true, that's not valid, unacceptable", the scientist, the atheist, the christian, the culture morbidly obese on its own bovine waste. Everything is at once indeterminate, meaningless, false and true. In some sense. (thank you RAW)
I accept the presence of this entity, but it must accept that it depends upon me, and its own death is inevitable as is "mine". It dies with the death of my thoughts, and I know that I am more than my thoughts and my body. I perceive this fold, I am transcendent of their interactions. Enmeshed, I evolve through their interactions, I enact this simulation to untie knots. I am hunting in a fashion in which I become mock prey to attract the predators which I then destroy. (note: in what way do my actions in this sense differ from the above "perceptikon"? They are a similar program, but toward a different end. The goal of the perceptikon is to load viral programs into my hardware and turn me into a "zombie" feeding its creator, while my goal in this particular interaction is to act as a sort of hyperdimensional anti-virus software. Where its goal is strictly offensive, mine is defensive. It struck first, etc. It's a form of spiritual aikido.)
In other news, I have decided to post here the "temporary keys" which I receive during meditation, in order to stitch together a sort of pattern between them. They are usually one sentence only.
Yesterday's key was this: "Don't force anything". This key lasted me until today. Tomorrow its time-release cyanide pill will disperse and kill it entirely, its function having been used on its respective lock and its usefulness purged.
2 comments:
Excellent post. I'm feeling everything you're saying and experiencing so completely.
Especially this part you wrote which recently dawned on me as well:
"I accept the presence of this entity, but it must accept that it depends upon me, and its own death is inevitable as is "mine". It dies with the death of my thoughts, and I know that I am more than my thoughts and my body."
I can finally see it. The whole of it.
Looking forward to your next "temporary key".
Thank you, fellow hunter. It helps me to know that others can relate. What you and I (and countless others, maybe everyone we interact with) are dealing with are classically known as "Archons". Reading up on them definitely helped me to understand what was going on in my head. They're like 4th dimensional mosquitoes, having no physical form but living through us and feeding off of us. Neil Kramer talks about them a little bit in his newest Red Ice interview, I highly recommend you check it out.
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