It stirs within the winds of time, an unexplainable dichotomy. The nagging persistence, the unification of the divine and the mundane.
Throughout time immemorial mankind has been desensitized to the spiritual. The trials and tribulations of life itself make it harrowingly difficult to maintain a level of continuity that can penetrate our existence. It is through these difficulties that we are faced with a new dawning, a radical mortification of theology and everything contained within it.
The self, the personal god, is the ideal state of the individual. Yet, it’s unreachable and tantalizing to even comprehend. But, when it’s subtlety finally enters our corridors of inner being, we must drink of the nectar that is immortality.
Idealistic ideologies can only bring us so close to what we seek. And yet, it is the very seeking that mitigates our sense of self. Whether taking the stance of monism or dualism, the individual is confronted with heaven and hell. Once this eruption initiates, the self is called to bring forth a new reckoning, a total disregard of both dogma and worship.
East and West alike, must unite to radicalize our degenerative society. The collapse will rain forth pearls of fire, melting away every inch of our being, and it is in this disintegration that our pebbles of wisdom will calcify and usher in the newest era.
So, how does one go about this? Is it through worship? Trials? Renunciation? Nay. These avenues simply provide another perspective, another formation to weigh us down. We must act according to our nature, to be one with the dharma. Contemplation, that dangerous quest for “self-knowledge”. To Know Thyself is but one aspect, we must think on thyself. We must yoke our divisions, anticipations, memories, and traditions to formulate the highest alchemical qualities.
Magick is not only representative of physical acts. It pertains to the realm of the metaphysical as much as it does to anything else.
Embracing the new totality of radical theology, one comes to understand that even if “God is Dead” then we must rise in his place. The mirror replicates us, but how does one become the mirror? Reflective and poignant, we concentrate upon existence, the ultimate reality, yoke ourselves upon it, and become what our ancestors dreamed of.
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