The Healing of Serpents at Easter
"The original, pre-Christian name for Easter was Oestre, named after the goddess of the Spring Equinox, when painted eggs would be left as offerings to her in her serpent form, at her shrines. Oestre’s festival of healing and regeneration was always on the first full moon after the Spring Equinox."
In this episode of the Maraya Karena Show, Maraya confronts the “Shit New Age Girls Say” meme, the troubling spot in which the new age/spiritual subculture finds itself, and the parallels to what has happened in other Western subcultures.
I think with certain things (or perhaps in general) one either has an easy time understanding things as if it’s completely intuitive, or one does not. Those who have such an ability to grasp very intricate and complex things don’t necessarily have the ability to pass on that understanding. It’s highly unspoken, and I think it’s what inspired the quote “those with eyes to see and ears to hear”. It’s either part of you or it isn’t.
"Many are called; few are chosen."
You see in the scripture, the Christian scriptures, it says everybody is equal in the sight of god. Now that’s a mystical utterance. That means that from the standpoint of God, all people are divine, and are playing their true function. And that is something that is true on a certain plane of consciousness. But come down a step and try to apply the mystical insight in the practical affairs of everyday life and what do you get. You get a parody of mysticism. You get the idea not that everybody is equal in the sight of god, but that all people are equally inferior. That’s why all bureaucracies are rude; why the police are rude, and why you are made to wait in lines, and all that sort of person. Because everybody’s a crook, everybody’s equally inferior; you see that becomes the parody of democracy. And that kind of society – watch out for it. It turns in a quick click into fascism, because of its terror of the outsider.
Now a free and easy society loves outsiders. In fact it’s a little bad for the outsiders’ integrity, because he becomes holy man. And people make Salaams and give him food and they really take care of the outsider. Because they know that man is doing for us what we haven’t got the guts to do. That outside that lives up in the mountain is up at the highest peak of human evolution. His consciousness is one with the divine. And great just that there is someone like that around; makes you feel a little better. He has realized, he knows what it’s all about. And so we need a number of those people, even though they don’t join our game, they tell us, ‘You see, what you’re doing is only a game, it’s ok, i’m not going to condemn you, it’s only a game and we up on that mountaintop are watching you, we love you, we have compassion for you – but excuse please, we aren’t going to join.’ So that gives a community great strength, because it tells the government in no uncertain terms, that there is something more than government.
— Alan Watts
Peaches Geldof Found Dead at Age 25: "Sudden and Unexplained", a Year After Announcing Initiation to the O.T.O - The Vigilant Citizen
I know this is old news, but I just have to bitch for a minute:
Because of her interest in Thelema, her death has conspiracy all over it. If she had been interested in Baptist faith it would have been “God calling her back home.”
Peaches was obsessed with her weight and did extensive juice diets which most likely caused severe electrolyte imbalance and cardiac arrest. Oh, but no, this is an “Illuminati murder”. UGH.
Just read the comments on this article. As moronic as they are, at least we know these people aren’t going to be tainting our temples anytime soon.
Liber LXV | Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente
- I am the Heart; and the Snake is entwined
About the invisible core of the mind.
Rise, O my snake! It is now is the hour
Of the hooded and holy ineffable flower.
Rise, O my snake, into brilliance of bloom
On the corpse of Osiris afloat in the tomb!
O heart of my mother, my sister, mine own,
Thou art given to Nile, to the terror Typhon!
Ah me! but the glory of ravening storm
Enswathes thee and wraps thee in frenzy of form.
Be still, O my soul! that the spell may dissolve
As the wands are upraised, and the æons revolve.
Behold! in my beauty how joyous Thou art,
O Snake that caresses the crown of mine heart!
Behold! we are one, and the tempest of years
Goes down to the dusk, and the Beetle appears.
O Beetle! the drone of Thy dolorous note
Be ever the trance of this tremulous throat!
I await the awaking! The summons on high
From the Lord Adonai, from the Lord Adonai!
- Adonai spake unto V.V.V.V.V., saying: There must ever be division in the word.
- For the colours are many, but the light is one.
Blood Moon: A Matter of Life and Death
"There are times when I feel sorry for the dear Christians who, having been persuaded that their literature is literal history or prophecy, when it contains stories intended for metaphorical teachings about astronomical cycles, are continually in a paradoxical state of fearing for/hoping for the End of Days and the Second Coming. This bouncing around between the extremes of hope and fear, life or death, sets up a kind of stasis, and an inability to move or think creatively, which is the basis of all cognitive dissonance.”
Fear is a natural reaction to moving closer to the truth.
— Pema Chodron (via purplebuddhaproject)
As you think, so you are.
Everything exists for us in thought. That of which we think exists in us, and if we desire and love it, we exist in it, in either the objective or the spiritual world. Tell me, says the Adept, of a man’s ambition and love, and I will tell you the true man. The things we desire and love gravitate toward us and we toward them.