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A Few Golden Teachers
07:00
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Two men stand alone in a room,
In a pan on the stove lies a sickly soup,
The television emanates an unknown sound,
It travels round, and then our bodies hit the ground.
Comets and stars shine before our eyes,
But they are here in the room - they are not up in the sky,
There exists a pathway from our minds,
To those things we don't perceive when our thoughts are blind.
And so the floor falls,
The air shakes with breathing walls.
This realm of mind consciousness:
Boggled by senses; afflicted with tenderness.
And so the visions begin,
Haunting sights of all manner of things:
The form which ever comes from naught;
The naught, above form, which should be sought.
The television sputters to life,
And the visions suddenly end,
Still strange things fill the sight,
As reality starts to bend,
In the screen we see the eyes,
Archetype now given form,
A vision we have scryed,
Through the power of our thought.
And in that moment I see there is no objective truth!
There are truths to be known,
To your mind they may be shown,
Oh if you wish to see,
Then your mind must be,
Awakened and atoned.
Hear the voice as it echoes with one tone,
Precise and alone.
There are sights to see,
But in your heart you must believe,
In the value of good;
Must it be understood,
How existence came to be.
Empty your mind and set your spirit free,
I say with decree!
There is a plane which dwells o'er abyss,
Collection of truth, archetypes and formless,
The dropping of thought will cause to transform,
The domain of mind - be so: thoughtless.
There is a plane beneath the abyss,
Collection of form, and of matter and forces,
The dropping of mind will paralyse,
The power of thought - be so: thoughtless.
You may see the sights beyond all sight,
You may turn the day, oh, into night,
You may plot the motion of the stars,
You may know the feelings of men's hearts.
You may learn the truth about the all,
You may free yourself from horror's thrall,
You may now ascend to be a king,
You may, of your feelings, reign within.
You may see the sights beyond all sight,
You may turn the day, oh, into night,
You may plot the motion of the stars,
You may know the feelings of men's hearts.
You may learn the truth about the all,
You may free yourself from horror's thrall,
You may now ascend to be a king,
You may, of your feelings, reign within.
You may burn away the suffered world,
You may remove the shell and grasp the pearl,
You may release the sigh and enjoy life,
You may forever end the finite strife,
You may learn the truth about the all,
You may free yourself from horror's thrall,
You may now ascend to be a king,
You may, of your feelings, reign within.
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Perspective Variance
03:46
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Don't you know that schemas lead to dogmas?
Don't you know that no foundation holds?
Don't you find yourself dwelling in the abstract,
In the provinces in which you were told,
The overarching truth or morality lies?
Be it science or a man in the sky;
I hope that you know that these confines,
Will prevent you from owning your life.
You are thrown in the world into groups you can't select,
And the nature of this state, false thoughts it begets.
Addressing the occultist and the true authentic being:
You must lose your framework, for the truth it stops you seeing.
Heed the mind of Austin Osman Spare,
See the world through other eyes, oh, if you dare.
The nature of the world, and of God, and of all,
Can be known but by the mind which seeks to master thought.
And if we acknowledge that some truths can have subjective bases,
We should become blank thoughtless forms with myriad ideological faces.
So grab a Bible now if against the Christ thou art;
If against old Abraham ye stand, on Shabbat day take part;
And if the nature of Qu'ran is not yet known to thee,
With decree, I tell thee to read Surah, Ayah and Hadith.
Know the natures of the states of Shiva, Vishnu, and Brahma,
Know Monad is Jahweh, Lord God, Eloi and Allah.
O ye of global sight: embrace the nation-state;
O ye of national pride: care not for nations' fates;
O ye, egalitarian: see the world as hierarchies;
O ye, elitist: see all men as equal, great and free;
Your truths have only confined use if they are blocking minds,
From knowing larger sets of truths and clouding the mind's eye.
If you are extricated from provinces of thought -
Provinces intangible; inert acausal forms -
Then you will come to see that only Monad knows all.
You'll live a true existence, and know the mind of God.
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The Return of a Dead Man
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Did it ever occur to you that,
An enlightened mind could be dangerous?
What if a desire to be as Monad-self,
Killed millions?
Or fuelled unrivalled egoism,
And brutality,
In an otherwise-gentle man?
What if?
What if we gave it the mask,
Of hammer and sickle, whose flag,
Waves with splendour,
In nations far and wide?
But what if we gave it the soul,
Of Buddha-nature, would it know,
The truth that the self,
Is a lie?
So comes through the mind of he:
"Self and self it shall not be"
So comes through the mind of he:
"Self and self it shall not be"
We exist as one and so now
Show no individuality.
So now see the all as one,
A single voice with mouth and tongue,
So now see the all as one,
A single voice with mouth and tongue,
There exists one will,
And with decree we say, "oh so may it be done."
You should try hard not to think for yourself.
You should try hard not to think for yourself.
You should try hard not to think for yourself.
You should try hard not to think for yourself.
There is only Angkar, see
One mind inside eight million bodies,
There is only Angkar, see
One mind inside eight million bodies,
You should not rebel or else, oh
You may suddenly cease to be.
You should try hard not to think for yourself.
You should try hard not to think for yourself.
You should try hard not to think for yourself.
You should try hard not to think for yourself.
Don't look now; it's Pol Pot - he's back.
Don't look now; it's Pol Pot - he's back.
Don't look now; it's Pol Pot - he's back.
Don't look now; it's Pol Pot - he's back.
You should not rebel or else, oh
You may suddenly cease to be.
So now lose your identity
Kill the ego and cease to be,
As an individual,
Defined and free.
Live as one with other conscious minds,
Do not identify with states in space and time,
Look beyond the physical form,
Through Angkar you shall live as all.
I warn thee all:
Enlightened minds can fall.
Free from morals, free from honor,
They live in horror's thrall.
And so I say:
Be good to those in your way.
Be detached from life,
But be not night to one's day.
And so what Pol Pot embodies is the abstract character of the detatched force of evil;
the one who, in enlightenment, is unbound by emotion in action, but who falls to the
gaping Choronzon, who uplifts the ego, which is swallowed by evil. May Pol Pot thus be a lesson
to us all.
I warn thee all:
Enlightened minds can fall.
Free from morals, free from honor,
They live in horror's thrall.
And so I say:
Be good to those in your way.
Be detached from life,
But be not night to one's day.
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Iconoclast
02:11
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"God is dead", said Nietzsche, and died.
"He means the link between the abstract and the physical is severed",
Said Heidegger, and died.
And thus rang true Nietzsche once again:
Even when arguing upon the premise that Christianity is spiritual falsehood,
Its efficacy in progressing civilisation outweighs the magnitude of its immorality,
Arising from the pre-supposed premise.
So if you see a black metal fanboy dissing Christ,
Know he wears a veil of lies,
Satanism isn't occultism:
It is anti-Christian liberalism;
It is the self-indulgent individualism,
Lacking discipline, honour,
And a propensity to sacrifice.
Remember this if you see a black metal fanboy,
Dissing Christ.
Crowley taught against objective morality,
And indulged in the flesh.
The modern age needs no Crowley:
It has materialism, and consumerism, and television;
A gaggle of grotesque celebrities,
With enlarged buttocks,
And plastic faces,
Preaching to the masses:
"Fix your eyes upon the material world,
Ignore that which is of greater meaning."
So if you see a punk dissing Christ,
Know he wears a veil of lies,
Satanism isn't occultism:
It is anti-Christian liberalism;
It is the self-indulgent individualism,
Lacking discipline, honour,
And a propensity to sacrifice.
Remember this when you see a punk,
Dissing Christ.
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You probably think radical thought is bad,
You associate it with awful goals,
But the true radical only yearns to know,
Not spread hate or pursue Jihad.
A radical mind is one which breaks the schemas,
Of an arbitrary order that can never truly free us.
But the one filled with hate is a cause to be afraid,
For a radical mind is the one that makes change.
Be filled with love and truth,
For only this will free you.
Seek to change society:
Reveal the light so eyes may see.
So make the world a better place,
Even if some parasites,
Will pollute some minds with lies.
Could we remove this abstract waste?
A radical mind is one which breaks the schemas,
Of an arbitrary order that can never truly free us.
But the one filled with hate is a cause to be afraid,
For a radical mind is the one that makes change.
So make the world a better place,
Even if some parasites,
Will pollute some minds with lies.
Could we remove this abstract waste?
A radical mind can be one that can control itself,
But often it's damaged and it seeks to make Hell,
Both a plague on the Earth, and the force to advance,
Let's take radical minds out of dangerous hands.
A radical mind is the one that will save us,
Give to us new thought, and love, and never betray us,
Keep us true to ourselves; allow us to see,
The truth of what all existence be.
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The Ontological Argument
03:02
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A maximally great being could exist,
Within a possible world he lives,
One world thus all possible worlds,
Thus the actual world is where he is.
He is omnipresent,
He is omnipotent,
He is omniscient,
He is.
Penn Jillette can go eat shit!
This is proof that God surely exists.
Isn't it strange; isn't it weird,
That language alone proves God is really here,
Isn't it strange; isn't it weird,
That language alone proves God is really here,
He is omnipresent,
He is omnipotent,
He is omniscient,
He is.
Consider again:
A maximally great being could exist,
Thus he dwells in a possible world,
Thus all possible worlds, thus he lives!
Object if you will,
Say "semantics are cool but God isn't real"
I say "But you can't object to the fact,
that cosmologically everything is an effect,
And effects have causes, which themselves are effects,
of another cause, but we can't keep going back,
For we don't accept infinite regression,
So there is a God,
That concludes the lesson."
Dawkins can go eat shit!
We conclude that God surely exists.
He is omnipresent,
He is omnipotent,
He is omniscient,
He is.
He is omnipresent,
He is omnipotent,
He is omniscient,
He is.
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7. |
Run Xenu Run
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David Miscavige loves to beat his wife,
He's confined her to a solitary life,
And he makes his men salute his pet,
He's an anthropomorphised ego trip.
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared.
If you speak out, you best be all alone,
Lest Miscavige take you to his massive Hole,
But with bad jokes I would not stoop to bore you:
It's an active prison camp in California.
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared.
He's operating thetan level eight,
And the only one who didn't have to pay;
A man who, in an interrogative way,
Came to know Tom Cruise is secretly gay.
David Miscavige loves to beat his wife,
He's confined her to a solitary life,
And he makes his men salute his pet,
He's an anthropomorphised ego trip.
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared,
Xenu will be running scared.
L. Ron Hubbard told symbolic truths, of course.
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One day a monk meditating alone,
In a land far away sought to leave his home,
Took the robes from his back, waved his old life goodbye,
Got him an American girl, and wore a suit and a tie.
"(Crazy wisdom will come!)
To those upon the path,
(May Shambhala be reborn!)
May Earth be free at last.
And even though I enjoy getting wasted,
My students they know of the wisdom I've tasted,
So, oh, may the practices never be stopped,
Even if I drive, pissed, into a Scottish shop."
You're enlightened.
So now what?
Your ego chimes:
"I am Buddha"
And so pride,
Engulfs the mind.
If in doubt:
Go to no sight,
In that state
Where is no time.
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This story starts with a man by the name of Joseph Smith,
A man who practiced folk magic and believed in hollow myths.
A man who, when he'd conned half of his town out of silvers, stones and gold,
Invented then - even by his standards - a falsehood surely bold.
Latter-Day Satans,
With a fairytale ontology,
Latter-Day Satans,
With subservient souls and a blinkered belief,
Latter-Day Satans,
They don't have a clue,
Latter-Day Satans,
About the absolute divine truth.
They've assembled a proselytising army out of worldy-unwise teens,
Who themselves know not the fullness of what Joseph Smith believed,
Or the truth about old Brigham Young with his black slaves and his fifty-five wives,
Or the fact that their notion of corporeal souls is mystically a lie.
Latter-Day Satans,
With a fairytale ontology,
Latter-Day Satans,
With subservient souls and a blinkered belief,
Latter-Day Satans,
They don't have a clue,
Latter-Day Satans,
About the absolute divine truth.
Their prophet is elected, apostles and seers too,
They ignore within the Bible all Kabbalistic truths,
They state God has a body of original human form,
Who made with wife his spirit children, waiting to be born.
Latter-Day Satans,
With a fairytale ontology,
Latter-Day Satans,
With subservient souls and a blinkered belief,
Latter-Day Satans,
They don't have a clue,
Latter-Day Satans,
About the absolute divine truth.
Latter-Day Satans,
Plagiarised from Freemasonry,
Latter-Day Satans,
Ordinance ritual beliefs
Latter-Day Satans,
I tell thee: they'd dwell
Latter-Day Satans,
If it did exist - in fire; in Hell.
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Excerpts from T. S. Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men".
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Farewell Tradition
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Hello,
Did you think this day would never come?
Had you become so absorbed by life's distracting flow,
To know you'd go and leave everyone?
Hello,
Do you recall the finite magnitude of time?
As you're carried in a box on a wet Autumn morning,
In the background the church bells chime.
I guess one day I'll see you around,
And until then I'll wear a frown,
The air is cold and the sky is black,
As they put your body into the ground,
Yesterday, you left me here,
Consumed by pain and foreboding fears,
And I think of you and I shed a tear,
But I make not a sound.
You got so caught up in living,
That you forgot to live,
Now all your memory serves to give,
Is the pain it keeps on giving.
So I speak these words and they ring true,
To the only love I've ever known,
Tradition died and left me blue,
Now I'm stuck in this world on my own.
I guess one day I'll see you around,
And until then I'll wear a frown,
The air is cold and the sky is black,
As they put your body into the ground,
Yesterday, you left me here,
Consumed by pain and foreboding fears,
And I think of you and I shed a tear,
But I make not a sound.
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Goatchrist Leeds, UK
Experimental musical entity expounding Kabbalistic truth.
Leeds, U.K.
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