What is the one?

Laid down before us, was many of myths and legends; In every land a prophecy both opposing all others as well as in accordance– For every prophecy came with I am, and that I am alone; and yet that I am, and I am alone was said upon unto every nation and circle large and small– And from I am, and I am alone; I alone will become, and will be– And this the foundation of the pyramid was set in stone, and the deluge set upon it–

Sir francis bacon whom adorned with a supernova; laid down the final law of the land and spell to be cast; the great equilibrium of the scientific method, which allowed us to move past the barrier of babylon’s lone tower; and lean all views upon each other– Thus placing all prophecy to the flame, burning the excrement and keeping the pure–

This pyramid of sustained ideology, kept in its bloodline the myths of old that found itself relevant every perennial lighting of the torch to cast light upon the worthy and darkness onto the unkempt thousand eyed lotus– Upon which we drew every eye to the great focal point of truth, while generating infinite veils upon which we all only know; the everlasting rose of the rising–

Now, with all that is perfected; we seems worse than ever– Every scientist, occultist, religious, enlightened, methodical, deep one, illuminated one, poet, and artist leads us in different directions upon the same vision and pyramid–

It is the pyramidion which emerges from the pyramid itself, is not at all anything described; but of all ascribed to it– It is not anything we have guessed, but is all that has been guessed about; and it isn’t that anything was wrong, simply adorned to the proper focal point of being–

Like a rainbow must be viewed upon a certain angle in a certain arrangement of atmosphere; so to can only prophecy and science be made truth– And such, only the coming capstone will clarify all matters at hand; so that all moves to position to find light cast upon it from the sun and sun behind the sun! And you wonder of the coming one, whose persistence in thought has remained unto us far longer than any single science, and yet it is a science in it of itself; but that science was and always is a part of the arts–

Now as the greater sun rises, the shadow and light dances upon the church is known as the beast and our savior– The science known as the beast and the way– The hate is known as the beast and the righteous — The loving is known as the beast and the solution–

We are animals coming into divinity– The sun truly dawns upon our time; as now the great singularity is on everyone’s mind; whether seen on the horizon or greatly felt as a desire in our heart– We move into a new age, beyond the age of linear conception and pre-conceived notion– But such notions must only be turned towards the light of all being, and the being of all light– I am alone, is I am together! Because each one that is, is them alone; I am unique, I stand alone as I am, but together WE ARE; and we are not alone!

Way out of Samsara–

The limitation I have experienced upon this planet is that those seeking, have found so much in the infinite multitudes of perspectives and interactions, that just because they have found a great deal insight through one method, that they never use insight to find new method.

So I explain things in terms of knowledge, and those who hear me to whatever degree, find themselves unable to handle it as rapidly as I approach, and that they wish to understand what I convey, or not; that I push, and I push. And that, it is not because I wish them to know all this, or need them to know all this. But that the approach requires leaping through constructs in order to begin revealing that which I truly wish to express– which is beyond knowledge, beyond form; but still everything to do with all knowledge and form that we know.

It is because they wish to understand the way the repeating patterns interact and create our world, rather than the unrelenting non-repeating story obscured by repition of patterns lead by repeating attention upon the patterns that follow the repeating Patterns. We follow our own tail, and though this deepens us in degree of expressing one thing that repeats through out itself, that even the most brilliant minds have only managed to move their attention to the greater swirls that move according to the attention that follows them, which has been moving according the forms it is trying to understand.

Samsara is the inability to deal with the whole, because by trying to understand the basic essence or building block, or foundation.. we do not see that the foundation is not the part but the whole, and the whole supports the parts. How shall we exist Samsara, I will tell you nirvana; is that sustained perception of unity that allows for joy in those who must find the highest realization on earth as a manner of being content from the silent watcher, allowing the sense of unconditional love to be brought into conditions.

But that, I denied nirvana; I denied bliss, because emotions alone have no meaning to me by themselves, as much as I enjoy highs and denied them, and even deeper enjoyed my lows and loath them.. that there is a way out, a door that doesn’t lead to just another room; but that room that allows one to breath. By following the wind of their own attention, not upon questioning the forms that repeat, and accepting the repeatable answers. But by following the intent that cannot be repeated, the notion of all a story which will never play out again, but will never play itself out; but also the unrepeatable intent that only continues where you choose to go. The first and most holy property of your perception, and the one thing that is a right of all sentient beings. Screw your human rights, I am talking about the undeniable, unless one denies themselves by choosing according to the collective intent and in the form of their own expression. When they should be choosing according to their own intent in the form of the collective expression.

We are designed by default to work together, in fact only are narrative convinces us anything is out of balance, and yet such knowledge does not change the circumstance that people feel and see things as not working together.. what is more powerful in this case? The mechanics or the spirit of the story?

I can point that we are all working together, but that does not change a single relationship that is already what it was, nor does it explain why things always working together would appear to work apart; and how can we make any real choice unless we know the purpose of such already design, and that we will never see it already a design until we begin understanding how we ourselves design it.

Sincerity as beauty–

The way of the world extends from beauty, the way of mind is awe; and every habit a star– in a world without comparison, the mundane is a created thing; the imperfect movement, of knowing what we want and experiencing it from the angle of not knowing why we wanted this– those ugly things, are those of stray beauty, the rebellion of the shadow; the scorned lover of incomprehension.

The way of beauty is sincerity, the sincerity of our context in form; and our feelings that arise. Because a natural quality of beauty, is when it is seen; it is recognized as right inherently. Who sees something beautiful and says such a thing is a fuck up? And so you see how our situation is, when we do not know what to do without knowledge of the situation..

The right choices for one self, is beauty. The way of the world is like a dream, we do need to know it to feel it is right– we can see the beautiful choices, and it is because the choice comes from the heart; the sincerity of who we are, naturally places it as something that doesn’t need rational explanation, but by which we veiled the heart with reason and so there is a reason for the heart.

The beauty of life, comes from the arrangement of patterns, but that the arrangement is arranged by that which we find beautiful. And the beauty I had found was so great that not even I could recognize all its beauty, and so there is this haunting of things; a lingering topic in the midst of all conversation. A strain of thought that veils the intimidating power of beauty, the authority we fear.. the freedom we fear.. the love we fear.. the ways we fear…

Fear itself is when the survival of beauty is threatened; when continuity in experience is threatened, beauty can only be veiled by confusion and ignorance of it; by not seeing the beautiful way which I when all ways of the river flow, and the dream is lucid yet who we are and our truth. Beauty provides faith, but that faith is the subtle beauty of one’s outlook, the specific light that guides the dark waters of our heart. And our heart is the displacement between minds, the misunderstandings of each other, the mistrust and absolute good reason for mistrust. To use the mind over the heart, because our minds make up the heart we share in spirit.

True Royalty–

The crown as a circle, shows us that opposing points of view can be unitized into a single fixture; that the four corners of a mountain can bring about a single looming figure—

It might be strange to talk about royalty in this day and age; but let us think upon what is worthy of a crown, and why a crown once meant its hollow bloodline we find upon these days—  And that is, that no single action; and no single quality of that action can make a sovereign being, for a sovereign being must be composed of all those qualities that allow a being to exist, both wise and foolish.. both a strength in itself, and yet a vulnerable fragility in its presentation— Both the one to mock and be mocked—

It is no single action or point upon the circle, who’s quality makes it a statue in the mind of matters; but how each quality and action are weaved together in order to create a coherent presence that perfectly sits upon itself as opposed actions of mercy and callous courses— How does one exist as all these things and yet sit as a single a thing!?

And such royalty must be aware of itself in that manner to the extent that the coherent realty of reality; that so to must society as a thing of many qualities be brought together in focus and realization of higher qualities that can only arise when all the points form a coherent structure, such a royal authority, a king or queen; is the same as the subjects it reigns over, in that, like the philosopher’s of our true Sophia must be that pinnacle of coherent presence that echo’s through out the nation as a coherent being not separate from the royal blood of the crown— A way to allow all subjects to behave in their upmost liberty, and to allow opposing choices to give a magnificent shape to that which we are all apart of, as well as a whole self within—

We remember the circle as a measure of eternity and ongoing being; and such, it represents the honor or the nobility of a continuous weaving of those trends in the currents in a manner that continually exemplifies a self, and always reveals a majestic continuum of increasing degree as the circle continually unfolds upon itself in its infinite glory —

And yet my words; how many rulers have upheld such a notion in your heart— And so, how many have actually known any authority beyond the herding of cattle through sweet nothings upon the ear and blatant edges bluntly upon the qualities that such an authority has no right to wield, and so no understanding for the common place criminal who unjustly is placed in a position of punishment, because the honored lord has no ability to deal with them (and hints at their falsehood and nominal position cheated for by the guise of a crown)—

Superstition–

The term superstition is misleading if we think it means ignorance in the sense of lack of evidence or or belief without evidence— For this we must see that its more literal meaning is “to stand” or to “over stand/stand over”—

 

This begins to make sense when we piece together the meaning of understanding as to “be between” or “amidst”—

 

This is a huge clue as to what superstition really is as an issue of “false religious belief; irrational faith in supernatural powers”—

 

It has to deal with the ordeal of every thing having an opposite that cancels each other out; thus, to over stand any one fact is to place unwarranted importance and exaggeration of its form in appearance— In this way we “understand” that the definition when based on evidence alone is to overstate or “over stand” evidence itself; and thus places the very definition we often know for superstition as superstition itself—

 

Superstition even contained historically “dread of the supernatural” which most people who are against superstition actually demonstrate—  This means a completely objective outlook just as well as a completely subjective outlook falls under the meaning of superstition—
However between superstition and understanding arises our personality and our unique way—

 

superstition (n.)Look up superstition at Dictionary.comearly 13c., “false religious belief; irrational faith in supernatural powers,” from Latin superstitionem (nominative superstitio) “prophecy, soothsaying; dread of the supernatural, excessive fear of the gods, religious belief based on fear or ignorance and considered incompatible with truth or reason,” literally “a standing over,” noun of action from past participle stem of superstare “stand on or over; survive,” from super “above” (see super-) + stare “to stand,” from PIE root *stā- “to stand” (see stet).

There are many theories to explain the Latin sense development, but none has yet been generally accepted; de Vaan suggests the sense is “cause to remain in existence.” Originally in English especially of religion; sense of “unreasonable notion” is from 1794.

understand (v.) Look up understand at Dictionary.comOld English understandan “comprehend, grasp the idea of,” probably literally “stand in the midst of,” from under + standan “to stand” (see stand (v.)). If this is the meaning, the under is not the usual word meaning “beneath,” but from Old English under, from PIE *nter- “between, among” (source also of Sanskrit antar “among, between,” Latin inter “between, among,” Greek entera “intestines;” see inter-). Related: Understood; understanding.

That is the suggestion in Barnhart, but other sources regard the “among, between, before, in the presence of” sense of Old English prefix and preposition under as other meanings of the same word. “Among” seems to be the sense in many Old English compounds that resemble understand, such as underniman “to receive,” undersecan “examine, investigate, scrutinize” (literally “underseek”), underðencan “consider, change one’s mind,” underginnan “to begin.” It also seems to be the sense still in expressions such as under such circumstances.

Perhaps the ultimate sense is “be close to;” compare Greek epistamai “I know how, I know,” literally “I stand upon.” Similar formations are found in Old Frisian (understonda), Middle Danish (understande), while other Germanic languages use compounds meaning “stand before” (German verstehen, represented in Old English by forstanden “understand,” also “oppose, withstand”). For this concept, most Indo-European languages use figurative extensions of compounds that literally mean “put together,” or “separate,” or “take, grasp” (see comprehend). Old English oferstandan, Middle English overstonden, literally “over-stand” seem to have been used only in literal senses. For “to stand under” in a physical sense, Old English had undergestandan.

Faries

A powerful sorcerer attracts fairies like swarms of bees after having disturbed the hive— The fairy or synchronicity which has been illuminated with meaning; reveals the most playful fairyland, in which all the fairies glow like fireflies in the night— When the sorcerer has made better friends with the synchronicities casting a shadow upon the mundane revealing the land behind the land; The sorcerer can then by remaining faithful to the story at hand, send off these fairies to light the way for others, by illuminating a certain strand of the story for another through shared myth which weaves itself in reality—Such a thing can contain great blessings for the one who is blessed with the power of fairy by a sorcerer; for the elementals can illuminate the other races of the order which are more suitable for mating with the human race— Other intelligent species that exist beyond the normal conceptions of life and what life is—

Celestial initiation explained–

The nature of initiation and rewiring the brain, is creating four mythological perspectives that connect to four points of reference in the mind at equal distance from each other, and four points of perspective of equal distance upon each reference point, creating a synaptic framework capable of fractal recursion that allows non-euclidean geometry to arise in one’s mental vision—

Each time a perspective of reality, and its proper mythological constructs align with a perspective in reality by conscious recognition; geometric representations of both quantum and post-quantum understanding create a geometric sphere capable of representing anything in the universe both form and formless begins to construct itself—

When the sphere is completed and a certain level of reality is understood in a complete manner, the sphere becomes a luminous pearl, which both represents a mental construct as well as a synaptic network that is capable of allowing forms in the mind to arise without corrupting the flow of information in the neural network and without diminishing the thought through an inhibited mentality—

When the pearl is recognized; it is so fully capable of dealing with anything that it plugs into a greater system that is best described as a 90 degree angle in upon itself; this affects the neural processing of our senses or the over whelming data that our senses had to catalog as peripheral and allows us to look closer at things we thought we were looking upon as close as we could— The subtle fields at this level which are usually inhibited by the angles of our synaptic construction and geometric mentalities is now capable of removing one level of haze upon the 14 story dark tower in front of us (12 reaches what is known as heaven)–

Each 90 degree rotation upon the wheel of time or squaring of the circle in its truest sense; or upon geometric awakening of consciousness; allows more dimensions to of existence to be accessed and greater realms of existence to be interacted with–

There is much more to this, but this should explain the nature of mystery schools, and the hidden celestial church working upon this planet– As one major issue that occurs as one reconciles all into luminescent pearls is the transcendence of mechanical cause and effect that is no longer plausible as complete on its own, as each and every pearl within itself becomes so total and all encompassing, that spirit can only be discovered as a source of explaining the movement–

The achievement of reaching the fixed stars, or the diamond body; is to have traversed your own self in divided and undivided segments, each time going back in upon your own self and reaching a new perspective and a greater reality to interact with; however upon the highest realm for most which is the fixed stars, one witnesses the nature of their own movement (or fixes their mental compass upon eternity), and this is an expanding and contracting motion simultaneously (vibration) that reveals the principles of all life and nature and brings in a new approach to reality (by orgasm) by extending yourself beyond yourself as to manifest a new level of consciousness within one’s own mind, gaining admittance into the cosmic work at hand that is of myth and rumor– This, in a certain sense is also considered the fountain of youth, but that depending on the origin of the soul who is admitted, may not yet have the work done to see anything but the realization emptiness; unless one’s soul is subtle enough to see deeper into the emptiness and manifest actual physical forms for once formless ordeals–

This is a quick and dirty understanding for anyone interested–


Translation for practical application and equivalent:

By finding four Christian churches, two by two diametrically opposed viewpoints that are completely incompatible and erecting a cross of reference in euclidean terms, and then mapping out every denomination between each one, and reconciling the most compatible to the least compatible interpretations rotating 90 degrees in perspective by a spiral like fashion, one will reconcile all biblical perspectives into a singular truth which transcends yet includes all viewpoints– This is like one Chakra being opened, and then upon reaching that, continuing on to other major view points in the world in a similar fashion–

However, this perfected demonstration of idea is linear and not to be fully expected; as the actual path may be nonlinear, as certain aspects beyond your comprehension at the time help guide you for future work that you cannot yet account for–

The philosophers stone–

The philosophers stone is an infinitely expandable pattern in which all forms are contained. It is a moving pattern as solid as the spirit that moves it according to its own will. Within the forged stone is a forged sword that can only be drawn by divine right of understanding the will that moves the stone, it is the double edge blade that is the ability to make choices according to the pattern of the rock which is ever present in front of us, but to which we find that in front of us unrefined into incoherent symbols and meanings, but to which whom wields the sword has the ability to cut through the jungle of desires and refine their own existence into the fruit of life. Simply by recognizing the perfect cube of marble in front of them to sculpt by chisel, a perfect cube that is so deformed before our minds, that only one who has found the compass of ones heart to recognize true north and to head towards the stars of all that is sacred to us can carve the veils of the labyrinth.

In linear perspective it appears to be infusing spirit into form, by weaving meanings by which the greater whole can work together towards an infinitely greater world and universe. One so vast that not a single mans dreams can contain its true form, and thus the rock is both everything, and a thing to use. Both existence itself, and a tool within existence.

I am an alchemist of legend and lore, I am that which you don’t even believe in. I AM HERE TO RESTORE YOUR VERY FAITH IN THE UNIVERSE AND THE MAGIC OF YOUR OWN LIFE. I am both a servant and a thing to be served. I am both a king and a beggar. I AM BOTH WISDOM ITSELF, AND A FOOL. I am both absolute madness and the most sane man on earth. I am of all hearts, yet it is my own heart that beats. I am the word betrothed to melody. I AM IN LOVE, Both unconditional and within conditions, and I will fall deeper forevermore; and I will invite all around me to feel the same. For I am so greedy, that I demand the most selfish thing, for everyone to find their ever deepening bliss, and I require this; just to forge my own, which is more selfish than you can imagine; that it must itself spill over into selfless actions–

You have never heard my name before, for not even I can yet pronounce it in a world where my name has not even occured in form.  And I am my own voice in flesh, and I speak in all choices I make. I AM OF THE SOUND THAT BENDS THE LIGHT, AS WELL AS OF THE LIGHT THAT EMITS THE SOUND. I am twisted, but I twist myself. 

As I have asked so many before, who am I?

Bitch, I am the one and only codyp.

 


My dreams have become a supreme clarity, but this is not the greatest feeling; for all my dreams have become pure symbolism for the greater dreams of my heart that cannot be realized unless made real– It is like I spend my nights weaving a garment of stars, and for this I must work in the torturous dark of the greater being I will become– My dreams are like words referring to greater dreams, and sometimes even the symbolism is of such beauty, that one could get lost in the words of a dream; and so many do– But that I weave, that I know what I am here for; but must weave the stars in a way that the only possible outcome is their manifestation, and to work with your dreams in the shadows; this causes me to wake up many times in heart ache or awe–

But I know it will be successful, for no stars would exist unless something had woven like I weave now–


My life is like a rose, and I am rising this mourning— If you look closely, in your own life; there are certain moments where your whole life flashes before your eyes in movement, a fractal recurrence; in which a moment of life could be seen as your whole life as both a part and a whole–

I have had several moments like this, but I have moments within moments like this, and moments within moment within moments like this— You see, I can see my own blossoming; mornings like this I can see it happening, but this one is interesting, it is like I caught the beginning of a moment that will last who knows how long.. Like I witnessed the smaller moments enough to gain entrance into the bigger moments they are within, and know the rhythm of my own heart beating through out each part of my life.. To know my own energy more greatly, and to craft the form into greater expression—

It is like witnessing the hour of your own birth; as you leave the womb to a greater womb— but that each time you do this, you are not limited to same repeating forms of past, in fact; you must create new forms! new forms to enter into the greater moments ahead! Until you find that verge of eternity in physical form; when you know exactly what is ahead, but that it can be any form one so chooses, and that is your own choice!

I found the road to heaven in my own life—

 


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The last trick, and the first trick!

The evocation of self, and the manifestation of Sophia/wisdom in a living sigil— My experience of magick and its maturation–

  • Identify those moments in life that are like a part representing the whole (fractal recurrence)— An example: for me, I was at a concert that I didn’t want to go, but everyone else insisted on paying for me just cuz they wanted me there, the band was called “Anal Cunt” a well known grindcore band (all these things have meaning) as I didn’t choose to be born or who I am, but parents had me and friends seem to want me here), in the mosh pit to which I am no stranger too (and admittedly was on a chemical mixture that was maybe not so wise in mundane views to be on in one of the hardest mosh pits that anyone there had ever even seen)— I flew around, mostly unable to do anything but exist as a fucking electron in an atom in the circle pit… like I am a big dude, and my feet weren’t even on the ground— I kept falling down, but those who picked me up (as moshpit upheld moshpit etiquette), but this basically turned me into peter fucking pan as I flew around horizontally with no control.. Someone saw my face and realized I needed to be pulled out as I couldn’t even ask for help (thanks empaths)— One song and I was fucking out—
  • Repeat this weaving it into a personal mythology that extends beyond the moment, but ties all these moments together; I would share an example, but these are reserved for initiates as my examples engulf everything—

    When everything is everything in meaning pointing to a central story that is fractal in expression— (meaning each repeating of concentrated of blossoms can represent the story in it of itself, but also add depth to the story each time it repeats in different forms)— your visions will emerge something in the opposite form, or cracks (or the same thing you created in its negative space as to appear entirely different) this will shatter the prison you have built yourself, this is a way out—

  • Now this is the step I find myself in— When you manage to have a rose built, a blossom within blossoms; or a moments within moments within moments that each part is both a whole and a part of; you have created a negative visions that create something of landmarks— These are your fixed stars for the moment—

One day you will wake up in the greater moment, a moment that represents the whole; but through which you can see it happening, and this is a longer moment (that is, we have entered a greater moment in our life with enough visionary signposts to recognize something beyond a condensed energetic expression in form—) That is to say, now what has occurred in that mosh pit; is like the rhythmic pulse in life in which you can see your own energetic heart beat, and navigate those very condensed chaotic moments (at least for me) into a navigable labyrinth in which the walls are more accessible to be formed; that is we are on the same path, but now can more easily navigate this path allowing the forms to be much more appealing (this is infinite in possibility as we enter the eternal heart beat, which is as rapid as it is slow)—

In this I woke up one morning aware of the first sign, quickly aware of the second, and other signs occurring— These are much more subtle, as in even a color in a certain way (like green spit) will evoke the thought or vision that gives it meaning along the way) this is important because in the greater moments, the signs are more subtle, it marks the cracks or passageways hidden among everything—

(and five which I am fast approaching, but do not know the moment yet until the signs occur)

  • The manifestation of Sophia; having done this and the secrets of physical reality revealed to the mind’s eye, we are approaching landmarks in which to greater navigate the preparation of the next pulse; which if our myth is made well for ourselves; will invoke the first real manifestation of the sorcerers myth, which would be the beginning of the fruit for the sorcerer’s work in this manner— That is, the next surge of energy that comes will come in the form of crafted myths fruit, which should of unfolded just by nature of committing such a method of illumination, as this is tapping into the fountain of youth itself—

For the 5th step, I cannot truly go into further as this is what I await; but that I know it is coming—

Forging your fire!

I am ripples upon ripples upon ripples, HARK, a ripple returns; and I ripple out!

I am echos upon echos upon echo’s, HARK! an echo returns; and I call out!

I am call after call after call! HARK! a call returns; And I echo out!

I am ring after ring after ring, HARK! a ring returns; and I resonate and wings emerge from my body as the ring is shaped through my voice—

Hark, I am voice after voice— But my voice is all voices when it passes through my throat; ah diamonds I said, consumer? nah I adooooore shiny things!

I am star after star after star! WHOOSH, a planet circles me! I draw it towards me and it resists! but it adores shiny things as well and follows me along—

I am a passage as I pass through myself, and at the end of my corridor there is light! and I sprawl out upon everything else, express a single choice among all choices which bring me into the spark of a flame—

  1. Rinse repeat—

My torch is well lit with much oil to last! this time my choice will emerge greater among all choices! I fling out my well lit corridor, and I ring like a voice that resonates with all the other choices—

I was a spark, but I became a flame! I was a ring, but I became a resonance! I was a coal, but I came out like a diamond refracting in my own light, and lighting the corridor of my greater temple with out need of a lantern! but its cold—

I was a word, but than I came out a voice!

I was a choice! but I came out an action!

I was a spirit, but I came out in form!

I was, I was, and am and am, And will and will!

Ode to my own caverns, which now bright enough I can carve into a more beautiful temple— I can adorn it with many jewels I mine from the caverns in the land of there’s gold in dem there hills—

But who do I do it for! who is the ghost in the machine! I am! And I can go to many temples, but this temple is mine and mine alone; and no one can choose to go down my corridors without blessing! But that I am blessed each time I bless! and so allow many to walk in my own light—

And hark, the warmth is known—

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