Sunday, January 22, 2012

STOPPING THE WORLD


 

STOPPING
THE
WORLD

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This at first glance has all the appearance of redundant gibberish, which at least it is redundant we admit. Even the rational apprehension of a seasoned administrator might admit a lack of relevance, the assembly programmer a close second, until perhaps recognizing things though comprehensively distant, cohesively consistent. Just as we said earlier of our contraption, the Tardis Time Machine, is not an object more than an objective. What matters is that we perceive an objective organization of things that we might find useful as long as we've invested time in exploiting their apparent use, which until that time falls just out of range of notice. The kemetaphysical lecturers don't mind convention for just that reason- it's convenient. To have a consensus is reliable exposition by default; it is essentially the business of metaphysics, that keep metaphysics in business. Nor to suggest our most renown be hucksters and confidence men, yet that is the beauty of the truth of evolution, which is not dependent on our whims - "the rich and the poor, the great and the small." Anyone can do enough as anyone else to be conscious or enlightened as long as there is always consensus. We all walk in with our convictions and walk out with consensus, being our agreement not with what the speaker says, but that someone told us we were right. It is at once the oldest magick, the fundament of occult revivals, clinical psychology,  advertising, mass media, mass hypnosis, politics and religion, being the very danger in organizing things to begin with- that (a) they eventually become disorganized (b) disorganization becomes so reliable that we find it as useful as organization.

It is this perhaps which is the very lever of sorcery, the key joint on which hinges the inherent weakness that creates consensus and agreement with whatever makes the consensus right, a sorcerer must have resolved to ruthlessly exploit, exploitation without which there would be nothing to observe or perceive, since nothing made to perceive but the description agreed upon. To change this is to change consensus, and thus agreement; to lead or lead astray to paradise or oblivion. And yet everyone is a sorcerer, and no one is a warrior; everyone is tonal and no one nagual- everyone omo  and no one onile. Our renown kemetaphysicians teach much and teach more. We attend, we listen, we find consensus and agree that we were right because the teacher (or the pastor, or our parents, or the bell, the book or the candle,  or worst of all, "God") told us so. We reach a consensus (first error)- that we've been told something as profound as we believe or may already have known. It is like warehouse inventory where stacks and stacks of books and receipts are being burned to make room-for more of the same. [1]

We call them masters and master teachers. And there is never any demand from us to actually learn anything or that they do anything more than tell us that we've been right all along. Consensus is convenient quite simply, because it sells.

It is not the point that any of this is free. If ever intended so at all then would rather have been paid to write it, than anyone read it. Those who write always write more than anyone reads. When we hear terms like ego, gods, goddesses, frequency, vibration, etc. talk about ritual magick, spells and Merkabah's; hinging on the language of certain words, phrases, numbers and ideas, we know we're on the right track, that everyone agrees that there is something here worth knowing- something useful, except that no one ever samples just how it all works. The teacher always illustrates-never demonstrates. They never will if not called upon to do what the sorcerer, the man of knowledge, the warrior must commit to do, to ruthlessly check their convictions against consensus with the intent of perceiving the World as organized description; not how it is organized, but how it is described.

We may organize any perception to suit our description. the description may contain an effect say, of snowflakes, earthquakes, funnel clouds or falcons. [aiii]
The placement (or displacement) of time somewhere along the line of least consensus.

Why we are not getting anywhere with all this conscious stuff, because we are only describing a consensus of the World, a convention we agree on. Nor do our "kametaphysical" teachers, ever demonstrate that the description of the World itself, is a description of organized  perception.

Another mind will say there is no mathematical sense in any of the above- the assembly programmer a close second.

The piper though may just catch the glimpse of Time
And play
a familiar tune.

We step out, walk around the Tardis.
One, two, three times.
And step back inside.
Even when viewed from across the room-not looking for the familiar,
in here with us.
Who is that?
Someone standing in the far corner of our field of view.
A miseducated consensus puts us in the middle of a place
between large and small
And calls it the center
Where in fact we are on the
circumference of the center
nowhere the nearest horizon [1024]

THE
MATRIX
IS EVERYWHERE.
IT IS ALL AROUND US.
EVEN NOW IN THIS VERY ROOM.

  [2]

But we are right back at the beginning, explaining descriptions, rather than handling them. It is all well and good for us to know geometric angles and numeric attributes and tables of correspondences- What did we already say about organization and consensus? To the point that we have become bickering zealots and metaphysical hustlers, but we are all mostly just humble students trying to organize all this shit into some kind of consensus we can use. If we can demonstrate, with little more at our disposal than our perception that indeed "ye are gods"; that our angles, astral planes and akasic records, colors, chakras, and energies, forces, frequencies, powers and principalities are real at all, it will have to be since we've found something more to do with them than just say so - nobody has to tell us we are right since we are able to perceive for ourselves. We already know plenty about what we are looking at.

But what do we see?

Previously we stopped things-now we are going to start them.

We must stop being lazy, and "turn on" our perception so that we can see that the description organized is not static. Time is not speeding up. Another absurd agreement since time is a where not a when. The Khu is in the Khabs, not the other way around. Our perception is already too fast for us to bother catching a glimpse of its organization. We are only describing in asserting the acceleration of time, the expansion and contraction of space. it's apparent "speed" is only in agreement with half our perception that deceleration is an effect of diminution and acceleration an effect of approach, why the pentagram/pentagon is never split along the x axis; for no better reason than to fix our consensus and keep us miseducated, to stifle our evolution and prevent us from turning our perception on-and ever actually using it.

Because we don't see out there- into the place called nowhere where is the circumference of zero. And that the center is everywhere, in every corner of the room. So that for instance, we might say that from the top point of the central triangle either point on the left and right and back to the center is 12hrs. wide x 8hrs. across two sides, 2x2x2 = 8, 1/3 of a day we can use in any increments we like as long as each is 1/3 of 8. 5.2.1, 4.2.2., 7.0.5.0.5., etc. We may draw the contiguous geometry of any triangle or polygon as a revolution, and that all the angles are in perpetual motion so as to describe an appearance of nearness or farness along some point on the circumference of zero.

When we stop the World we can see that things appearing still are moving and things appearing to be in motion are not; along a highway of a million years a car going 100yph, even 1000yph from 500,000 years away seems not to be moving at all. If we had a whole day to catch a glimpse from 5 days away it'd be 12,000 years since we started looking.



Tuesday, January 03, 2012


[1] More importantly inorganic i.e. astral beings who especially hinge upon this weakness and are constantly exploiting our agreements. But that's what makes the astral plane as dangerous as it may be useful.

[2] The inner dimensions of the Tardis define a cube drawn on a curved plane. The upward points of the top and bottom triangles define angles farthest from each other, in other words- opposite corners. The whole figure is as if bent in such a way as to cause the corners to meet end-to-end, the inner dimensions of the cube encompassing larger volume than the outside. Where the first horizontal plane is the nearest horizon, perceived from the nearest corner at the very top, places our perspective between both angles; the person in the farthest corner is in fact ourselves standing directly behind and facing in the opposite direction, looking back at us. We should already be well familiar with the notion of the non-orienting geometry of the moebius strip, torus, klein bottle, etc. and the Alchemical Uroboros as long as we've watched the material covering this subject.

Yet not enough to understand this much, why we must see things for ourselves. The only way to apprehend the sense of say, a cubit, is to perceive its dimensions in an unfamiliar place; we don't usually find what we've misplaced anywhere we think was last before it went missing. We are constantly using time in all kinds of ways we are never aware of. We simply make no effort to perceive any other way that time is never linear, but moving in all directions at once. Neither the mathematician nor the programmer will perceive the cubit, and the piper only play it- but at least the piper has apprehended something, found something useful in it all. Thus a fool will be damned to know; the accountant will litigate and philosophers pontificate- of this thing a cubit, though having seen it, is found no proof in the whole Earth, nor among the 12 vaults of heaven.





[1024] "The address of a byte in a memory bank is just the number of that byte starting from zero. This means that the last, or highest, address in a memory bank containing 1 megabyte is 100000H minus one, or 0FFFFFH. (The initial zero, while not mathematically necessary, is there for the convenience of your assembler. Get in the habit of using an initial zero on any hex number beginning with the hex digits A through F.)"

"The addresses in a megabyte of memory, then, run from 00000H to 0FFFFFH. In binary notation, that is equivalent to the range of 00000000000000000000B to 11111111111111111111B. That's a lot of bits—20, to be exact. If you look back to Figure 3.3 in Chapter 3, you'll see that a megabyte memory bank has 20 address lines. One of those 20 bits is routed to each of those 20 address lines, so that any address expressed as 20 bits will identify one and only one of the 1,048,576 bytes contained in the memory bank."

"That's what a megabyte of memory is: some arrangement of memory chips within the computer, connected by an address bus of 20 lines. A 20-bit address is fed to those 20 address lines to identify 1 byte out of the megabyte."

THE EIGHTH TOWER



THE EIGHTH TOWER*[8]


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"You are here," he said. "We are all here; this is feeling, and we move from here to here."
He circled the second, which he had drawn right above number one.
He then moved his twig back and forth between the two points to portray a heavy traffic.
"There are, however, six more points a man is capable of handling," he said.
"Most men know nothing about them."
He placed his twig between points one and two and pecked on the ground with it.
"To move between these two points you call understanding. You've been doing that all your life. If you say
you understand my knowledge, you have done nothing new."
He then joined some of the eight points to the others with lines;
the result was a long trapezoid figure that had eight centers of uneven radiation.
"Each of these six remaining points is a world, just like feeling and understanding are two worlds for you,"
he said. "Why eight points? Why not an infinite number, as in a circle?" I asked.
I drew a circle on the ground. Don Juan smiled.
"As far as I know there are only eight points a man is capable of handling. Perhaps men cannot go beyond that.
And I said handling, not understanding, did you get that?"[**]



  01111111  
[127:7F]
Class A
F : IV
+
10000000
[128:80]
Class B
G : V
=
11111111
[255 :FF]


F
1111


1 MB

1,048,576 bytes
F
1111.
F                             F
1111                    1111.
F                             F
1111                      1111
0FFFFF
Class C
C : I




* This Book II besides the complete nooks of Charles For part of our curriculum - absolutely required reading!
**A Separate Reality: Further Conversations with don Juan
    Chapter 7 Part 1
    "The Preliminaries of "Seeing"

[8] It is by the time we've arrived at this little chapter whether we know that we've still missed the boat or not. There certainly is a glitch in the Matrix, as if that is not what we've been saying all along is not what we thought Deja Vu was. One thing twice or half doubled. How many cats is that? Start counting from 255 to the first 2, 0. The Cheshire cat who leaves a smile in the wake of a spoon that is not there. We have to count 'none' at least once to get 2.