Monday, May 2, 2011

Infinity Network Blog: MadQueen's Musings on "Be Ye Mystic"


Musings on Austin Osman Spare's Quote "Be ye Mystic" from
The Book of Pleasure

Face the sunshine and make it rise, burn the dawn with unfettered explosion. Passion! Weep in tired broken sorrow, till your throat aches and there is no comfort that can soothe your torment.

The beauty of contrast is more delicately defined in the shades of everyday.

Nothing is muted here.

The colors blend because the threads are so many, each... to be tasted in a single moment serving size and kept alive through experience. Oh to be human!

A mind that believes the absence of desire means to desire nothing, to me is surely choosing to be lost. To really desire and burn for nothing? Then you desire not to be you, and burn not at all. This in itself is a desire of redefinition. But to follow your desires with boundless fury, to risk your heart and life and mind with every thought, with every word? Don't wait for, don't ignore. It's not coming, it IS. Don't want, don't try, BE. Every action a fractal into eternity, infinite reverberation. Desire, the pull on strands of an interconnected consciousnesses that transcends space and time. The spiraling projection from primordial waters, the dance of chaos into pattern. Nothing is random, everything is random. Desire everything, want nothing. _Just_ . And the popularly frowned upon negative experiences? Contrast, depth, design undefined. Regret, useless? No- if it is, allow it, dissect it, experience, desire, burn, BE. Learn, grow, evolve. Destroy with creation. Birth is death. To both Be with intensity and dissect at once your mechanics of being, this is surely the above and below contextually. Regret a silken strand of experience itself.

“And remember, you shall suffer all things and again suffer: until you have sufficient sufferance to accept all things.” -a.o.spare

Pattern recognition and a singularity of consciousness in a network of the like. Universes within universes within quarks so to speak. And that 0=1=2=3=0.12=0=.=12 = 13 is logical as infinite expansion and infinite contraction. Unity, polarity, 3 in 0.

One Khaos from which One came.
Perspective mirrors.
The God in me greets the God in you
The Spirit in me meets the same Spirit in you

Therefore your reactions? Infinite projection of energy outward and inward. Forever sustained within moments of truth, oh we do not see, we do not see, how we poison ourselves sometimes. The constant dance of opposition! The blinding light and swirling shadows. The neither neither is not gray! But all colors that weave our reality and all the spaces in between. The self sustained realization that Magic is real. That regardless of situation and presentation of choice or lack there of, I am Mystic and I am Magic. I am Khaos and Order. I am poetry in motion. I am free. I am the MadQueen. I am the Tempest. I am Love.


Sunday, April 17, 2011

Infinity Network Blog: goetia number scale by rank, planetary, angel, oth...

Scale of 7

King Duke Prince Marquise President Count and Earl Knight
Sun Venus Jupiter Moon Mercury Venus-Moon Saturn
Gold Copper Tin Silver Mercury 50/50 Copper+Silver Lead
See how they match other scales of 4, 7 and by color here

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Infinity Network Blog: EZINE RELEASE

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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Apostate Media presents DKMU's Dr. Tropical : Random God Generator. 
The entire album is amazing and available for free download

Monday, March 14, 2011

Wall of Smoke

     There are moments when the thoughts of tomorrow consume me with the waking now. And in this trap of forward thinking I easily lose today. All that is, is what is right now and forever a million times over. The future holds us no promise of existence. We are only who we are in this moment. So who are you or who am I in this eternal fraction of eternity? Who do we see and who do we project? What do we command and what do we fear? The conceptual consideration of the almost unfathomable enigma of true infinite possibility could in fact, with conscious application, drive a person into insanity, power or both.

     The blinding lights swirl within the shadows of my fingertips, almost there to be realized almost there to be touched, yet like a moment, fades away in the blink of an eye. My mind cannot comprehend my feeble heart and hates it so, my heart is disgusted with the coldness of my mind. And in the middle, in the balance, hangs simple paradox of what is me. I feel like I’ve been shattered into a million tiny shards of reflection, each one a different facet of self that I can pick up individually and examine, get to know and place back inside the vessel that confines me in a manner I so choose. There is no more being the me I was yesterday or even a minute ago. Though I can’t seem to find any true connection to anyone at the same time I am connected to all and this comforts the dying and growing child in me. The thought of all inevitably brings me back to myself. And once again the journey can be begun.

     All thoughts we have are true, all emotions and reactions we have are the reflections of our understanding of self. When we rationalize these reactions, thoughts and emotions we are once again not in the waking now. The intensity of being is lost and often we will try to justify or negate our primal reactions. “I shouldn’t feel this way because” or “I’m overreacting”. To me this is an injustice against not only yourself but the entire world with which you interact. Rather than argue with the reactive, primal, non-yielding aspect of that which you are, my suggestion is get to know him or her. There have been many books and writings on meeting your darker half. This is not one of them. I suggest ALL reactions be examined with no predisposed notion of good or bad.

     Feel the current of your surroundings and see the pattern in your response to that current. When you identify a recurring theme, perhaps it is a good time to say hello. Do you react with anger? How is this good or bad? Can you see that anger can consume but also fuel? Do you react with patience or love? Can you see that patience and love can nurture others but sometimes destroy parts of you? There is no polarity in reaction and response, simply the raw cause and effect. Understanding the facets of your raw nature, their potential to power and drain, at least for me is liberating. No explanation is needed, I am justified as I am Just, simply, me. The viewing of facets and understanding of effect is not simply for knowledge. To me it is a form of ultimate power, for now you can work to truly shape your reactions, which are in essence the projection of you onto the world. Shape this projection not based upon the imposed righteousness of outside ideologies, but rather with examination of your own ever-changing, self imposed morals and ideology. Malleable as you progress through experience, rewritable as need be or seen fit, no apologies required or valid. Take your shards of reflection and put you together in the image of your own god, yourself.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Subjective Perspectives

…but of course mostly it was the other way or not that way at all but i couldn't tell while i was looking inside me looking out. 

Tree of Life

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Saturday, February 12, 2011

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. Friedrich Nietzsche 

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

"We are bound by our own past, bound to repeat patterns; programs written long ago. Flowcharted in an infant’s crabbed hand; meshed like kitten-pulled wool; a language of critical moments in our personal histories. Years later, a gap opens in the world, and creatures of free will and freedom that we think we are, our sudden vulnerability surprises us. Caught off guard we pause, and in that silence, ancient-innocent fingers deep within us pluck at strings, so that we jerk awkwardly in the grip of self-spawned monsters of the mind - obsessions."
 -Phil Hine