Soror B
09-22-2019, 12:31 AM
My number is 43: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3ZfrCPKEqM
Now let's be 'real' for a moment: I am confessing my Love to the entire world, my friends, my Mom, my sister, my grandparents, my brothers, Maynard James Keenan, and the Son to be.
The other day I attempted to post something under Legion Inoculant and it was not accepted/allowed and/or it is still being considered. And I am not surprised; this confession belongs to it. My initial plan was to kindly introduce myself and to show my love and appreciation for the creativity and curiosity shared within this group. And then I was given an idea...
I understood before, but now I really get it. If I truly wanted to create the "best" work, it would have to simultaneously be something that no-thing, anything, everything, anyone, and no-one could be a part of.
The post intended for Legion Inoculant is a key - it is a paradoxical puzzle that contains some of the truths I have been compiling for my magnum opus. The bit I posted there and the bits to come will be displayed as such in a questionable (but {hopefully} fun) attempt to protect people from the waves of inexpressible suffering that come with the pain of understanding It.
There are still some things missing, some special perspectives that will improve my own. I was shy in the past because I understood that I harbored an explosive personality. Growing up I was that girl who gave up trying fit in with the misfits and nobodies, only to dissolve into the background. I was never 'one of the guys' and I quietly wished I had someone to play dungeons and dragons with or live-action role play with and wrestle, or to burst out in song with. I also never felt like I belonged with 'the girls'. I have always chosen to follow my heart (and even betray it at times, from which I will continue to learn), and by doing so it exposed me to many different sides of life and death. I have overcome numerous challenges in my life, and each time I have tried to transmute my suffering into true happiness (for everyone around me). I would do so only to find new mountains to climb or to find myself trapped in periods of apathy and helplessness. Despite this, I continued to hold onto the idea that I could make the world better place. I did so while being fully aware of my vain attempts at perfection (whilst understanding/hoping for its possibility).
I am thinking of no/any/every/body/thing, but I need to recognize all the powerful women in (and missing from) my life. Every. Single. One. I am thinking of them with awe, inspiration, and reverence for being strong in ways that I could not. They have the power and strength to withstand all the things that would break me. I recall one special moment when I walked in on my mother, drunk and crying to one of her favorite Jonie Mitchell songs... or was it The Rolling Stones? She was so moved and wanted to share it with me so badly, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not express it. She only cried, saying that I do not understand. I always did understand, but that was before knowing. I too am brought to tears when I think of the love shared and lost when friendship and creativity collided. I cry with joy remembering that time when a friend and I dance and bellowed our hearts out to Queen, David Bowie, and Tenacious D, almost as if our lives depended on it. My tears are amplified when I think of all the external causes and effects - all the problems in the world - that are pulling these platonic loves apart across the world. She loved The Melvins as much as I loved Tool, and even though I did not feel the love the exact same way she did, I knew we both were driven by and loved the same thing. Fate, however, introduced her to opiates and left her with a prescription for a big ol' dose of Jesus; thus, walling off her love for rock.
I feel so strongly about every woman that I ever have had a chance to know or know of.
Sensitive and Compassionate Men
Wild Cards and Hollowed Ones
I see an opportunity here, a chance to birth real magick. It involves adjusting the way we view and use art, music, language, math, agriculture, and technology to create a true egregore that aligns with the Absolute, revolving around the love and creativity we share. Before I made my post for Legion Inoculant, I was reading your amazing work shared Under Creativity > Poetry and Pros. I am being serious: the bursts of random creativity in your poems temporally aligned with my direct needs and thoughts, and thus further inspired my actions.
I kneel before you with great humility and desperation. Last time I tried to 'save the world' I was ready to dive right in and while experimenting I developed a blood clot in my brain. Luckily previous misfortunes had me aware of that possibility. It first started as anxiety/panic attacks accompanied by racing thoughts, headaches, and mood swings. However, I continued to follow my 'gut' and chose to check myself into a psych ward. The entire time, that voice in my mind screamed at me, telling me how bad it would be for 'me', yet I continued to doodle in crayon my ideas of geometric unity. The experience brought me back to school, where I took a winding path
That did not matter, this was not about me, this was for everyone and everything I could ever possibly love. I treated this spark like an egg that needed to be saved for a more fertile time, burying it deep inside me. . At that time I couldn't explain what I was experiencing, so I only described the tip of the iceberg. To make a long and complicated story short, through my 'delusions' I had bodily sensitivity and synchronistic experiences moments where I could alter the way I perceived time, distance, light/darkness, with respect to my activity/rest/diet/exercise/emotion
After
Tool (or any Art or activity that you love) are keys to our soul. Give me a reason not to hold back and I will give my everything to guide you. But please, be gentle and have fun. Any piece of Great Work, if done with the right intention, can be used as a key. A few of my favorites (I love them all) include:
Philosophy (Spinoza, Nietzsche, Plato, et al.)
Mystical Arts
ALL works of fiction and mythology
ANY or no Religion (Seriously, all world religions and practices, who had a necessary part to play.)
Table-top roleplaying games (such as: Mage: The Ascension, Dungeons & Dragons, etc. This can also be applied to the lore associated with role-playing video game series of all genres)
Nursery Rhymes, Jingles, cat videos.... MEMES
Natural Sciences, Geometry, Mathematics, Language
Grandma's cooking
Stretch your curiosity and play with me: whether you regard me as 'delusional' or not is your choice, either way I will try to show you a fun time. I want everybody to feel at home while they live
We is key.
==============================================
Bless the beautiful inoculation you have been given, become and beget the dark rainbow. Inoculate this beginning so we may ferment and 'member them sour grapes. To be or not to be? That was the question: becoming The Child is now the answer.
Wash all the dishes AND the sink... There is nothing wrong with searching for your calling: we will all surf along the top of this wave, but only if we jump in together. We are at the heart of this moth, gayly fluttering through this mandelbrot apocalypse seeking a glimpse of that spark.
What would Mom do? Could she love anything more than she loves you? And, if she did, it was because of and for you. Share, wrestle, and learn from both All and One: we are Pan, they are Not. Love and grow from it to become even more. "I" is just the wall between 'me' and 'we': break it. My ego has been crucified and inverted: infinity is possible when understanding and knowledge meet.
Think for (y)ourself and be the authority: insanity is an illusion, while love is the allusion. Once we are done planting these seeds Eden will burn with fertility. Dreamers need to sleep, and you know nothing, Jon Snow. We, however, understand "no"-thing. Why should this stop us from dreaming of "some"-thing?
This mask is necessary at this time; these riddles will fade once truth is given the time and chance needed to unfold. We cast this net wide, reach for the things you can and anything we cannot.
BE BEST: SHARE ALLUSIONS NOT ILLUSIONS.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dR3ccmWmLhk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j800SVeiS5I
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6fcK_fRYaI
https://youtu.be/eVyxnMM3ldc
https://youtu.be/zs7xO5P3Az4
https://youtu.be/DSr5dDfXAtc
------------------------------------------------------
Be the stone: https://youtu.be/eT9DMMK6sgA
Be Pan: https://youtu.be/EJX1kqrAbTg
Be the bell: https://youtu.be/_lK4cX5xGiQ
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https://youtu.be/xEMSJf723BI
https://youtu.be/_kIrRooQwuk
https://youtu.be/dWDaWcI5Xco
https://youtu.be/_1Z6I62yvfg
https://youtu.be/S71_vIMQ0YY
https://youtu.be/kijpcUv-b8M
https://youtu.be/Kt-tLuszKBA
==================================
ABCs for Ds (you know who/what you are):
A knows nothing
B knows
AB knows and understands
C, you know me.
Understand?
Now let's be 'real' for a moment: I am confessing my Love to the entire world, my friends, my Mom, my sister, my grandparents, my brothers, Maynard James Keenan, and the Son to be.
The other day I attempted to post something under Legion Inoculant and it was not accepted/allowed and/or it is still being considered. And I am not surprised; this confession belongs to it. My initial plan was to kindly introduce myself and to show my love and appreciation for the creativity and curiosity shared within this group. And then I was given an idea...
I understood before, but now I really get it. If I truly wanted to create the "best" work, it would have to simultaneously be something that no-thing, anything, everything, anyone, and no-one could be a part of.
The post intended for Legion Inoculant is a key - it is a paradoxical puzzle that contains some of the truths I have been compiling for my magnum opus. The bit I posted there and the bits to come will be displayed as such in a questionable (but {hopefully} fun) attempt to protect people from the waves of inexpressible suffering that come with the pain of understanding It.
There are still some things missing, some special perspectives that will improve my own. I was shy in the past because I understood that I harbored an explosive personality. Growing up I was that girl who gave up trying fit in with the misfits and nobodies, only to dissolve into the background. I was never 'one of the guys' and I quietly wished I had someone to play dungeons and dragons with or live-action role play with and wrestle, or to burst out in song with. I also never felt like I belonged with 'the girls'. I have always chosen to follow my heart (and even betray it at times, from which I will continue to learn), and by doing so it exposed me to many different sides of life and death. I have overcome numerous challenges in my life, and each time I have tried to transmute my suffering into true happiness (for everyone around me). I would do so only to find new mountains to climb or to find myself trapped in periods of apathy and helplessness. Despite this, I continued to hold onto the idea that I could make the world better place. I did so while being fully aware of my vain attempts at perfection (whilst understanding/hoping for its possibility).
I am thinking of no/any/every/body/thing, but I need to recognize all the powerful women in (and missing from) my life. Every. Single. One. I am thinking of them with awe, inspiration, and reverence for being strong in ways that I could not. They have the power and strength to withstand all the things that would break me. I recall one special moment when I walked in on my mother, drunk and crying to one of her favorite Jonie Mitchell songs... or was it The Rolling Stones? She was so moved and wanted to share it with me so badly, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not express it. She only cried, saying that I do not understand. I always did understand, but that was before knowing. I too am brought to tears when I think of the love shared and lost when friendship and creativity collided. I cry with joy remembering that time when a friend and I dance and bellowed our hearts out to Queen, David Bowie, and Tenacious D, almost as if our lives depended on it. My tears are amplified when I think of all the external causes and effects - all the problems in the world - that are pulling these platonic loves apart across the world. She loved The Melvins as much as I loved Tool, and even though I did not feel the love the exact same way she did, I knew we both were driven by and loved the same thing. Fate, however, introduced her to opiates and left her with a prescription for a big ol' dose of Jesus; thus, walling off her love for rock.
I feel so strongly about every woman that I ever have had a chance to know or know of.
Sensitive and Compassionate Men
Wild Cards and Hollowed Ones
I see an opportunity here, a chance to birth real magick. It involves adjusting the way we view and use art, music, language, math, agriculture, and technology to create a true egregore that aligns with the Absolute, revolving around the love and creativity we share. Before I made my post for Legion Inoculant, I was reading your amazing work shared Under Creativity > Poetry and Pros. I am being serious: the bursts of random creativity in your poems temporally aligned with my direct needs and thoughts, and thus further inspired my actions.
I kneel before you with great humility and desperation. Last time I tried to 'save the world' I was ready to dive right in and while experimenting I developed a blood clot in my brain. Luckily previous misfortunes had me aware of that possibility. It first started as anxiety/panic attacks accompanied by racing thoughts, headaches, and mood swings. However, I continued to follow my 'gut' and chose to check myself into a psych ward. The entire time, that voice in my mind screamed at me, telling me how bad it would be for 'me', yet I continued to doodle in crayon my ideas of geometric unity. The experience brought me back to school, where I took a winding path
That did not matter, this was not about me, this was for everyone and everything I could ever possibly love. I treated this spark like an egg that needed to be saved for a more fertile time, burying it deep inside me. . At that time I couldn't explain what I was experiencing, so I only described the tip of the iceberg. To make a long and complicated story short, through my 'delusions' I had bodily sensitivity and synchronistic experiences moments where I could alter the way I perceived time, distance, light/darkness, with respect to my activity/rest/diet/exercise/emotion
After
Tool (or any Art or activity that you love) are keys to our soul. Give me a reason not to hold back and I will give my everything to guide you. But please, be gentle and have fun. Any piece of Great Work, if done with the right intention, can be used as a key. A few of my favorites (I love them all) include:
Philosophy (Spinoza, Nietzsche, Plato, et al.)
Mystical Arts
ALL works of fiction and mythology
ANY or no Religion (Seriously, all world religions and practices, who had a necessary part to play.)
Table-top roleplaying games (such as: Mage: The Ascension, Dungeons & Dragons, etc. This can also be applied to the lore associated with role-playing video game series of all genres)
Nursery Rhymes, Jingles, cat videos.... MEMES
Natural Sciences, Geometry, Mathematics, Language
Grandma's cooking
Stretch your curiosity and play with me: whether you regard me as 'delusional' or not is your choice, either way I will try to show you a fun time. I want everybody to feel at home while they live
We is key.
==============================================
Bless the beautiful inoculation you have been given, become and beget the dark rainbow. Inoculate this beginning so we may ferment and 'member them sour grapes. To be or not to be? That was the question: becoming The Child is now the answer.
Wash all the dishes AND the sink... There is nothing wrong with searching for your calling: we will all surf along the top of this wave, but only if we jump in together. We are at the heart of this moth, gayly fluttering through this mandelbrot apocalypse seeking a glimpse of that spark.
What would Mom do? Could she love anything more than she loves you? And, if she did, it was because of and for you. Share, wrestle, and learn from both All and One: we are Pan, they are Not. Love and grow from it to become even more. "I" is just the wall between 'me' and 'we': break it. My ego has been crucified and inverted: infinity is possible when understanding and knowledge meet.
Think for (y)ourself and be the authority: insanity is an illusion, while love is the allusion. Once we are done planting these seeds Eden will burn with fertility. Dreamers need to sleep, and you know nothing, Jon Snow. We, however, understand "no"-thing. Why should this stop us from dreaming of "some"-thing?
This mask is necessary at this time; these riddles will fade once truth is given the time and chance needed to unfold. We cast this net wide, reach for the things you can and anything we cannot.
BE BEST: SHARE ALLUSIONS NOT ILLUSIONS.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dR3ccmWmLhk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j800SVeiS5I
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6fcK_fRYaI
https://youtu.be/eVyxnMM3ldc
https://youtu.be/zs7xO5P3Az4
https://youtu.be/DSr5dDfXAtc
------------------------------------------------------
Be the stone: https://youtu.be/eT9DMMK6sgA
Be Pan: https://youtu.be/EJX1kqrAbTg
Be the bell: https://youtu.be/_lK4cX5xGiQ
------------------------------------------------------
https://youtu.be/xEMSJf723BI
https://youtu.be/_kIrRooQwuk
https://youtu.be/dWDaWcI5Xco
https://youtu.be/_1Z6I62yvfg
https://youtu.be/S71_vIMQ0YY
https://youtu.be/kijpcUv-b8M
https://youtu.be/Kt-tLuszKBA
==================================
ABCs for Ds (you know who/what you are):
A knows nothing
B knows
AB knows and understands
C, you know me.
Understand?