Proxy abdication, point one on the enneagram, the hidden chambers under the temple and other thoughts.
Feminism, Post-modern liberalism and the State as the aforementioned imperial kevel.
Yes, kevel, a very specific tool used on the churches and stone masonry of the city of York in Britain...yes, NATO is a kevel that has hewn smooth Europe's roughs and asymmetries. The War on Drugs, DEA and billions spent on community efforts and public service announcements, one end for chisel work and the other to simply split the Republic on it's weakest faults....a beautiful kevel....sometimes referred to also as an ashlar it is in use commonly in modern English as a mason's hammer.
Stefan Molyneux made a great observation that he then elucidated and it went something like this: the State has become a form of proxy for roles that often divided along gender lines because of the natural talent base required. Men aren't called to form posses very often, they aren't asked to assemble for the militia training this or that weekend, we have a standing armed force at all times ready to be sent any where. Women aren't any longer understood responsible for the care of the aged in her family, you no longer dote on your mother who is helping you and your husband raise your bevy of children. The future is nothing like the past....I have to deal with this and hew at my rough edges so the winds of time don't deform me.
I have reluctantly started looking into the realm of alternative psychology and spirituality....now that has always fascinated me but Gurdjieff's Fourth Way Christianity has become a focus of mine. I was left a copy of the Enneagram by Helen Palmer and the Apostolic Johannite Church makes mention of Gurdjieff, as I just looked at the shelf, I flipped through the book and realized I had a methodology of this man right here! I finally got to the meat of it....the types, I thought that I was a Nine, the Mediator, OH....I can't believe I am typing a blog about new age....anyway, no, I am my worst fear when I say the first layouts and brief descriptions....I am a One....the Perfectionist. I hate Perfectionists.....mother use to say that 'hate is a strong word'.....problem was my mother and father had problems and that hate grew. Why me is really a big deal way down in there....why did they mess up the family? For this reason I have loved few because I know their great moral flaws because they are my worst flaws. I stopped doing martial arts because I like knowing how to hurt people....this isn't good, so some time ago I stopped training because I needed to find real power....empathy and compassion, they are the keys to mind's limitless potential because the heart is open and creativity is the manna created at the end of all reactions.
I have to let go, more, and really, I must pull inward in a different way that I can feel like a new lift but I don't understand the power, leverage, speed, grace and method. From reading about the Perfectionist and that it is a wing of the Mediator type I saw that the best of the Mediator is what I often have done. The biting snake that sits behind my eyes, that is the One, the Perfectionist....bound in wrath, indignity, guilt, resentment, lust and burning with rage.....all things are afire in my mind....burning, waiting to be ashen under my immortal foot. In some ways religion is truly the thing that most warped my mind to the megalomaniacal....then there is my father's way and my mother's way, it will be some time until I can be honest about what they had said in our confidence. Post-modern liberalism isn't a school of morality and ethics it is a political system in a republic and people forget that. I have chosen a method to find a Path that is extremely difficult.
Christianity isn't cool, most people should not give it a try because it hurts. I only eat once a day typically, I have learned to enjoy the clarity hunger gives my mind...tea and coffee help that to some degree but really, I am not a sit down and go back for seconds guy. I have one very calorie dense meal typically, maybe a couple of hard boiled eggs. It is good to hunger, I can know when I can train if I am not stuffed full of food for a whole day. I don't always sleep lying down, I have trained myself to sleep sitting upright, I wanted to put in time to meditate...this was when I was younger. Exercise, training, to hone this amazing conveyance, the body.....it's an endless work a temple with hidden rooms.
Nine points on the Enneagram and if I remember my researches correctly nine chambers or nine arches or something under Solomon's or Zerubbabel's temple. As I have been researching the psychological usages of the tarot and kabbalah in Rosicrucian Christianity, found a fantastic text on the subject, the concept of descending into a darkened set of underground crypts to find a secret treasure left for you to find. The individual has followed the landmarks and sign to find the place and they excavate and move through chambers to finally get the great thing. Pythagorean and Platonic symbols are huge in this, and the Royal Arch isn't the only place I've heard stories similar....Popul Vuh and the cenotes....except....now we know that there are a set of cenotes that match the map to the world of the dead or a tomb....I have to look that up again and see what more has been found.
Looking deep in dark places for where my anger has distorted my character and when am I biting at my own heart and mind. Self-criticism is just my way and I can let go and flow, physicality has taught me that especially since using the.....heh, Russian methods. Those Russians....the secrets that have traversed those steppes....I have a strange awe and love of things Russian, Ukranian, Czech, Turgic and Caucasian....I have only most recently thought to explore the language of Greek to understand languages rooted in those religious traditions but decided that it is time for me to learn biblical Hebrew. I resent the Bible and Christianity and the more I look into it the more I deeply reflect on the morality of my choices in a way that isn't phony and new age....like when I was a hip-hop fan and a ball of hair with gross wits and a tongue too sharp. I aimed to please though, and loved learning, and I learned.
It hurts, there is cold and pain and fire in these chambers within....the masonic ritual reads interesting enough, the various versions I've seen here or there but when I look at Gurdjieff's use of the Enneagram....the whole concept becomes truly a vision. The tarot and the layout of Rosslyn and the Jerusalem Temples.....well, it follows to some degree that they aren't far off the set up of there being twelve pillars with images upon them for the order to ponder and learn through....the Egyptian twelve pillars thing that people think had some sway on tarot.....they were pairs and had important symbols of the relationship of man to the divine. The idea of three veils or three sets of three pillar archways then one enters the middle chamber and approaches the Holy of Holies and there are two or so final pairs of pillars before going out of the Western exit if one is there. All of this reading and then letting go has started to trigger my creativity and that takes power from anger and resentment. I can be tolerant and understanding without those real kindness and generosity can't be developed and I don't think I am really either of those.
The biblical Hebrew thing is going to be fun and tough, it will be hard to keep up the work and paying for a tutor and teacher. There is a great course on Youtube that I like and I have talked with a kind rabbi about tutoring me and I am taking on another shift so I'll have more cash to put toward my studies, and development. Yeah, I've been thinking a bit.
Yes, kevel, a very specific tool used on the churches and stone masonry of the city of York in Britain...yes, NATO is a kevel that has hewn smooth Europe's roughs and asymmetries. The War on Drugs, DEA and billions spent on community efforts and public service announcements, one end for chisel work and the other to simply split the Republic on it's weakest faults....a beautiful kevel....sometimes referred to also as an ashlar it is in use commonly in modern English as a mason's hammer.
Stefan Molyneux made a great observation that he then elucidated and it went something like this: the State has become a form of proxy for roles that often divided along gender lines because of the natural talent base required. Men aren't called to form posses very often, they aren't asked to assemble for the militia training this or that weekend, we have a standing armed force at all times ready to be sent any where. Women aren't any longer understood responsible for the care of the aged in her family, you no longer dote on your mother who is helping you and your husband raise your bevy of children. The future is nothing like the past....I have to deal with this and hew at my rough edges so the winds of time don't deform me.
I have reluctantly started looking into the realm of alternative psychology and spirituality....now that has always fascinated me but Gurdjieff's Fourth Way Christianity has become a focus of mine. I was left a copy of the Enneagram by Helen Palmer and the Apostolic Johannite Church makes mention of Gurdjieff, as I just looked at the shelf, I flipped through the book and realized I had a methodology of this man right here! I finally got to the meat of it....the types, I thought that I was a Nine, the Mediator, OH....I can't believe I am typing a blog about new age....anyway, no, I am my worst fear when I say the first layouts and brief descriptions....I am a One....the Perfectionist. I hate Perfectionists.....mother use to say that 'hate is a strong word'.....problem was my mother and father had problems and that hate grew. Why me is really a big deal way down in there....why did they mess up the family? For this reason I have loved few because I know their great moral flaws because they are my worst flaws. I stopped doing martial arts because I like knowing how to hurt people....this isn't good, so some time ago I stopped training because I needed to find real power....empathy and compassion, they are the keys to mind's limitless potential because the heart is open and creativity is the manna created at the end of all reactions.
I have to let go, more, and really, I must pull inward in a different way that I can feel like a new lift but I don't understand the power, leverage, speed, grace and method. From reading about the Perfectionist and that it is a wing of the Mediator type I saw that the best of the Mediator is what I often have done. The biting snake that sits behind my eyes, that is the One, the Perfectionist....bound in wrath, indignity, guilt, resentment, lust and burning with rage.....all things are afire in my mind....burning, waiting to be ashen under my immortal foot. In some ways religion is truly the thing that most warped my mind to the megalomaniacal....then there is my father's way and my mother's way, it will be some time until I can be honest about what they had said in our confidence. Post-modern liberalism isn't a school of morality and ethics it is a political system in a republic and people forget that. I have chosen a method to find a Path that is extremely difficult.
Christianity isn't cool, most people should not give it a try because it hurts. I only eat once a day typically, I have learned to enjoy the clarity hunger gives my mind...tea and coffee help that to some degree but really, I am not a sit down and go back for seconds guy. I have one very calorie dense meal typically, maybe a couple of hard boiled eggs. It is good to hunger, I can know when I can train if I am not stuffed full of food for a whole day. I don't always sleep lying down, I have trained myself to sleep sitting upright, I wanted to put in time to meditate...this was when I was younger. Exercise, training, to hone this amazing conveyance, the body.....it's an endless work a temple with hidden rooms.
Nine points on the Enneagram and if I remember my researches correctly nine chambers or nine arches or something under Solomon's or Zerubbabel's temple. As I have been researching the psychological usages of the tarot and kabbalah in Rosicrucian Christianity, found a fantastic text on the subject, the concept of descending into a darkened set of underground crypts to find a secret treasure left for you to find. The individual has followed the landmarks and sign to find the place and they excavate and move through chambers to finally get the great thing. Pythagorean and Platonic symbols are huge in this, and the Royal Arch isn't the only place I've heard stories similar....Popul Vuh and the cenotes....except....now we know that there are a set of cenotes that match the map to the world of the dead or a tomb....I have to look that up again and see what more has been found.
Looking deep in dark places for where my anger has distorted my character and when am I biting at my own heart and mind. Self-criticism is just my way and I can let go and flow, physicality has taught me that especially since using the.....heh, Russian methods. Those Russians....the secrets that have traversed those steppes....I have a strange awe and love of things Russian, Ukranian, Czech, Turgic and Caucasian....I have only most recently thought to explore the language of Greek to understand languages rooted in those religious traditions but decided that it is time for me to learn biblical Hebrew. I resent the Bible and Christianity and the more I look into it the more I deeply reflect on the morality of my choices in a way that isn't phony and new age....like when I was a hip-hop fan and a ball of hair with gross wits and a tongue too sharp. I aimed to please though, and loved learning, and I learned.
It hurts, there is cold and pain and fire in these chambers within....the masonic ritual reads interesting enough, the various versions I've seen here or there but when I look at Gurdjieff's use of the Enneagram....the whole concept becomes truly a vision. The tarot and the layout of Rosslyn and the Jerusalem Temples.....well, it follows to some degree that they aren't far off the set up of there being twelve pillars with images upon them for the order to ponder and learn through....the Egyptian twelve pillars thing that people think had some sway on tarot.....they were pairs and had important symbols of the relationship of man to the divine. The idea of three veils or three sets of three pillar archways then one enters the middle chamber and approaches the Holy of Holies and there are two or so final pairs of pillars before going out of the Western exit if one is there. All of this reading and then letting go has started to trigger my creativity and that takes power from anger and resentment. I can be tolerant and understanding without those real kindness and generosity can't be developed and I don't think I am really either of those.
The biblical Hebrew thing is going to be fun and tough, it will be hard to keep up the work and paying for a tutor and teacher. There is a great course on Youtube that I like and I have talked with a kind rabbi about tutoring me and I am taking on another shift so I'll have more cash to put toward my studies, and development. Yeah, I've been thinking a bit.
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