Holding up signs, and
chanting ‘No Kings,’ is
useless. Words will do
n
o
t
h
i
n
g.
Only deeds will ever be useful.
Your signs’ wood, used as bats
to smash the heads of kings, is
s
o
m
e
t
h
i
n
g.
Holding up signs, and
chanting ‘No Kings,’ is
useless. Words will do
n
o
t
h
i
n
g.
Only deeds will ever be useful.
Your signs’ wood, used as bats
to smash the heads of kings, is
s
o
m
e
t
h
i
n
g.
The pen is not mightier than the sword.
To write or talk
will not resolve the conflicts we are in.
Not ink, but blood
will stain the white and too pure status quo.
I do not speak
of phallic braggadocio, but of truth–
the stabbing kind
that cuts off heads so new ones take their place.
From death, new birth.
A
red
flame
should
be let
out.
Do not
keep
it all
bottled
up inside.
Smash the
glass, free
the flame,
and drink
cocktails
when the
time for
festivities
has arrived.
The Palestinian
Helen is a face that
has launched a dozen ships to feed and to rescue her from the destroying Troy of today.
Those
on the boats,
her suitors,
have
all sworn
an oath
to sail
there, and
save her.
Will
they need
a decade
to break
that wall? Can
a gift-horse
of wood
be sneaked in to
get to her?
Kirk was a jerk.
He had a wee face
and a smaller mind,
eyes not seeing,
an inability to use a
nose to smell out the
stink that came
from a
tongue so toxic,
lips too slick, &
a chin too high.
His neck
got the shot he wanted, a bullet line not from the left, but the right.
Be wary
of what you
pray for, Bible-
thumping dummies.
[The following is the twentieth of many posts–here is the first, here is the second, here is the third, here is the fourth, here is the fifth, here is the sixth, here is the seventh, here is the eighth, here is the ninth, here is the tenth, here is the eleventh, here is the twelfth, here is the thirteenth, here is the fourteenth, here is the fifteenth, here is the sixteenth, here is the seventeenth, here is the eighteenth, and here is the nineteenth–about a fictitious discovery of ancient manuscripts of a religious text of narratives and magic spells. Its purpose for my readers and me is to provide a cosmology and mythography on which I am basing much, if not most, of my fiction–short stories and novels. If anyone is interested in reading this fiction, he or she can use these blog posts as references to explain the nature of the magic and universe in my fiction.]
While it is perfectly good and wise to use magic to aid and benefit others, and wicked and foolish to use it for selfish or malignant ends, the very best use of magic is to gain knowledge and enlightenment. As far as enemies of the community are concerned, magic should be used for defence–never for attack.
Use magic as an aid in meditation, for contemplation of the foundations of all being in the world: the Three Unities of Space, Time, and Action; the Echo Effect, and how to make it return good to oneself, and not evil; the Crims of air, Weleb, fire, Nevil, earth, Drofurb, and water, Priff–not to use them for personal gain at the expense of others, but for how they interact with and parallel the Unity of Action and the Echo Effect; and the most foundational of everything, Cao and the Pluries.
One should use magic to help in studying all of these, to know the world better, to understand its rhythms, and thus to become wiser. This wisdom will aid in making decisions that will benefit the community, deliver them, we hope, from their current slavery under the Zoyans, and protect them from the temptations that do only harm.
In this, we can see the wisdom of combining magic with the old teachings. If used well, magic can give concrete examples of exactly why the old teachings are wise and correct; if used foolishly, to replace the old teachings, magic will be only a curse to the community, if not now or soon after, surely at some point in the distant future, and it will be only a harsher curse the later it comes.
If one wishes to contemplate the Three Unities of Space, Time, and Action, while also contemplating the four Crims of the elements, one can sit in a bath of water up to the neck, with the smell of mud surrounding it, a breeze blowing around one’s head, and a fire burning nearby. With one’s eyes closed and breathing in and out slowly and deeply, one relaxes, goes into a trance, and can feel not only a closeness to Priff, Drofurb, Weleb, and Nevil, but also the waves of Cao with Weleb’s breeze blowing on the water.
In feeling the unity of all things in this way–the unity of the complementing Crims, the wavelike Unity of Space in Cao, and also staying mindful of the ever-present now–the Unity of Time–one can feel how the Echo Effect moves to bring weal or woe to us all. While sitting thus in the bath, one can chant, “Cao, Pluries, make me know you,” over and over again. The bath is best had outside, so that after the chant has been said enough times, the rain should fall, soaking one’s head in the Pluries to achieve even greater illumination. It is good that the rain will quench the nearby flames; the spell will thus help to calm the fires of desire, malice, and selfish craving.
Doing this meditation and spell often enough will help one feel a oneness between oneself and all others, even with animal and plant life, thus strengthening love, compassion, and goodwill to all others, even to those outside the community. If enough of the community does this meditation and spell regularly, it may even cause the Echo Effect to free us all from slavery to the Zoyans.
[The text breaks off here.]
There
is far
greater terror
in the
days
since
Sept.
11th,
such
as all
they’d
drop
from
bombers,
or
who
the
helicopters
dropped
onto the
Andes.
S
t
a
y
i
n
g
c
o
n
n
e
c
t
e
d
with
friends online can sometimes feel as if you are ramming
your
h
e
a
d
a
g
a
i
n
s
t
a
w
a
l
l,
because
if the plug is left pulled out, there might as well have never been a wall, or even the pins
to go in.
wall + socket
= neighbours
I
f
all of you
o
l
i
g
a
r
c
h
s
think that
your wealth
will make you
all live forever,
think again.
Your
fate is hanging by
a single horsehair.
What good is a pan
with no food in it?
What use is food
aid not let inside?
Why queue up for food
when troops fire at
you? When bullets
fill your guts, why
put food in them?
Food left out to spoil may
as well not be sent.
Killers’ empty guns
fill the people more.
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