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The Danse Macabre

Everything has two sides. Every one contains a two and every two contains a three and three’s a magic number.

Three can be a bridge or a wall. Harmony or chaos. It represents the interface between dualities. This is the rarified origin of war. War requires two parties that define themselves in reference to each other. When there is peace, the people are one.

War is exciting.

Peace is boring.

War stimulates creativity.

Peace becomes stagnant.

In many cultures throughout time, it was believed that to die for a noble cause was to be preferred over a death from disease or old age. To love life and to cling to enjoyment was spurned as weakness. Strength was manly. Weakness was womanly.

Which is superior? Black, White or their mottled child, Grey?

To fear death is to suffer.

To embrace death is to be free.

To dance along the edge is Divine.

All Consuming

Is there anything more horrific than life?

It carries the price of a death sentence issued at birth. Everything that moves upon this planet is doomed to be eaten by something else. Our sole purpose is to end up as food.

Now we can intellectualize that this is just the way the system has to work. That “nature, red of tooth and claw” is the world we exist in even if killing seems morally repugnant on some level. But kill we must. Gotta eat.

Like most men, I am a hunter. I generally hunt about the same time each week. Every Tuesday morning I can be found in the meat section of my local grocery store. Hunting in the most convenient and modern manner.

Most of us don’t enjoy killing so we are happy to pay others to do the dirty work. But why? Why do so many people dislike murdering animals? It is because we possess a combination of empathy and imagination that allows us to vicariously experience what it must be like to be on the receiving end of the slaughter. And it doesn’t feel good. To deliver fear, pain and death upon another living creature seems evil somehow.

Many of us truly do not want to do evil things.


So, what’s the deal here? Is the universe inherently vicious and evil? We don’t want that to be the case so we make up other scenarios. Perhaps it was originally a place of love and compassion that somehow fell into it’s current state. Maybe we are being punished for something we did wrong either personally or as a race. Perhaps we are paying the price for offending Someone.


So why do we exist in this slaughterhouse of a world?

It’s actually just because we’re dumb. Or to put it less harshly, we lack the full data-set. We assume that death is a bad thing because we tend to fear the unknown.

Once we pierce the Veil by whatever means, we can see through the illusion. We can see that life and death are an exquisite dance within the One Consciousness.

Therein lies the value of the Philosopher’s Stone. To obtain this understanding that your true self is immortal allows you to transmute the entire world into what has been called the “Kingdom of Heaven”.

To dwell therein is to know that there is nothing to fear. There never was.

But to now have the eyes to see that.

Fade Away Home

Did you ever notice that things age and fall apart? Stars die. Mountains crumble. Metals oxidize. Organics rot, Memories fade…

Why is that? Why don’t they become better and stronger over time? Why do our bodies weaken and die? Why does the quantum field lose coherence over time?

Well, it’s all about boredom.

You can’t have Something without Nothing. They arise and are defined by each other. The background field of reality is Consciousness. What we might call “God”. By that I do not mean a distant spirit-king. I mean You. With all your “stuff” striped away. With all your “somethings” removed.

Words fail here of course and I have tried to explain why elsewhere.

Conscious attention combining Will and Imagination is how all the “somethings” are created and how they are shaped and manipulated. As a thing is being created, it does become better and stronger over time. This is the growth stage of all creations. Consciousness is sharply focused during this phase because it is interested. It is learning and experiencing novelty.

The creation will peak at the point of maximum interest. After that, with more and more processes being relegated to autopilot programming, familiarity breeds at least apathy if not contempt and the creation begins to lose it’s fascination.

What we see as being the material world is held together by God’s Will and Imagination.

You are God. Your life is your creation. You can wipe the slate clean anytime you wish. Lose your will to live and your life (meaning the avatar) will end. It may happen suddenly, as in the case of letting it be killed or it may simply drift away into the dissolution of old age and senescence. Then, with your attention removed entirely, the creat-ure will turn to dust and be gone.

Grandma didn’t lose her mind to dementia. She just got tired of her creation. Tired of missing those who’ve gone before. Tired of the pains and illnesses she’s allowed herself to experience. Her True Self is off working on a new reality. Creating another Something as only the indestructible Conscious No-Thing can do.

The Death and the Resurrection

I write this in the midst of the long expected “next big infectious pandemic” that seems to have caught humanity by surprise (again).

This COVID-19 is interesting in it’s own right but even more fascinating is the reaction to it that we are witnessing world-wide. What was originally a medical problem has been transformed by the human animal into a social problem; an economic problem; an educational problem; a logistical problem and most far-reaching perhaps, a political problem.

A lot of people are running scared. Or hiding scared at least. The Reaper is in the barnyard and the livestock are losing their shit.

That is the actual problem. The fear.

I remember what it was like to fear death. It didn’t seem like fear most of the time because I believed in a story about Jesus and forgiveness that, for we lucky few Fundamentalist Christians meant that I was going to go to heaven after I died. I also believed that the vast majority of humanity was destined to burn in hell. This did not seem the least bit crazy to me. My beliefs stood as a shield between me and my fear. A shield that I could easily have held in place for a life-time. Right up to that final moment when my snug cocoon of beliefs and illusions was ripped away leaving me suddenly naked to face my fear alone and unprepared.

Like all fears, the fear of death is actually the fear of the unknown.

Can the nature of our demise be known while we are yet alive? Seems counter-intuitive doesn’t it? How can we possibly understand that which seems to be hidden behind an impenetrable veil?


By understanding the nature of who we really are, we can comprehend the mystery of what remains when the body is gone. When the brain is gone; when the memories are gone; when the illusions are gone.

When all that remains is You.

Once you see through this, once you realize that you don’t exist as some separate “thing” that is uniquely “alive”, the fear of death becomes laughable. It becomes something akin to being afraid of the end of a play.

All stories must come to an end. How else could new stories begin?


The day will come when an Enlightened humanity will be able to face death as the joyous adventure it is instead of as the final fate so many of us currently dread.

(Written Easter morning, 2020)

Decept-Icons

Deception. Lies. False Flags.

Wonderful things aren’t they? They contribute so much to our lives. Indeed to all life. We should always be grateful for the dishonest nature of Nature. We teach our children that lying is wrong without mentioning how often we ourselves have lied in the past. And for very good reasons.

Obviously (as in all things) we are talking about shades of grey as opposed to black or white.

If the cuttlefish changes it’s chromatophores to blend into the background and thus escape the hungry eyes of a predator, it becomes guilty of deception. The damned creature is a liar but at least it will live to lie again another day.

So while espousing that “honesty is the best policy”, we must all admit that it’s opposite is also true.


If lies are acceptable, what about more serious “sins”? How difficult would your situation have to become before you would steal food from your neighbors? Are people collecting public assistance from the government actually stealing food from their neighbors albeit legally through their tax dollars?

In the wild, do other creatures steal food from one another? Of course they do. They often “cut out the middle-man”, so to speak by simply eating their neighbors directly.


And that brings us up to the gran-daddy of offenses against God and man – Murder! Did you know that before the discovery and distribution of penicillin and later antibiotics, 30% of all deaths were by infection of one type or another. Murdered by microscopic predators. Most of whom are still around actually. Mutating (short) generation by generation in an almost (?) diabolical manner to eliminate our new-found defenses. Relentlessly and tirelessly picking our locks. Their success seems assured.

So murder is the accepted way of nature. Everybody eats somebody. Not only does God allow us to murder. He requires it of us.


As usual, when I indulge in writing in this manner, I only wish to give the reader something to chew upon. I cannot speak to it’s nutritional value, if any.

Holey Man

“How are you?”

That is a common informal greeting to which one might answer with, “I’m fine. How are you?”

Easy enough. Here’s another one for you.

Why are you?

Why are you here right now? How did you find yourself embedded in this “reality”? Is it a mystery to you? How and why could that be?

Is the arc of your existence merely an awakening into ignorance followed by a befuddled extinguishment?

Do you “believe” in something? Many people have a religion they follow. There are lots of different things you might believe in. Many people accept beliefs handed to them by someone else. Others might “wing” it, making up something unique.

Who is right?

Likely nobody. Besides, how would you tell?

Are you too unintelligent to figure it out? Perhaps you just don’t care enough to try? Just assume you’ll learn what it’s all about after you die?

Or is this knowledge being withheld from you? If so, by whom?

Maybe there are no answers.

How would that make you feel? Relieved? Uncertain? Filled with despair?

About a million people commit suicide each and every year. Are they the smart ones? Are they now at peace? Do they finally know what life was all about?

Despair is an important clue here. If everything was truly meaningless, you wouldn’t care either way. The very existence of the hole in your heart is proof that there is something missing.

Now what might that be?

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