Lord Zero

September 21, 2009

Les Mystères de la franc-maçonnerie dévoilés

Les Mystères de la franc-maçonnerie dévoilés

I have referred to him minimally in my work though he looms large in my mind. Lord Zero is a tittle of my own coinage, but he is known throughout history and mythology by many names. The Ouroboros in Egypt, the Sanskrit Anant, Indian Supreme Brahman or Hindu goddess Aditi are a few prominent examples. My personal favorite representations for this inconceivable concept would have to be Cthulhu and Tiamat. All of these names refer in some way to infinity. To attach male or female associations to such a concept may be a bit of an unavoidable error, as infinity would include both male and female aspects, and may lie beyond such dualistic thinking. For me infinity relates to the Hindu or Hermetic myths of the world egg from which chaos and ether arise. The egg broken and duality becomes manifest, spirit-matter becomes spirit and matter, male and female, light and dark, ad infinitum. Another important correlation to consider is the division between the conscious and subconscious mind, as we know in this instance, each counterpart is but an aspect of the other, much like the left and right hemispheres of the brain. When it comes to our brain we are less prone to let such a division elude us from the essence of it’s totality, as we generally consider it a unit, a whole, a sum. All of this says to me that the sum of our reality stems from this elusive and ungraspable concept of infinity. The closest conception of “god” I can fathom. I use that word as far removed from the myriad of common religious connotations associated as possible. Essentially, infinity was divided and polarity became manifest, I see this as the basis of our experience of “reality”. Essentially we are “god”, we are infinity- but in order to engender experience, duality was a necessity. As Bill Hicks put it brilliantly.. “We are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There’s no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we’re the imagination of ourselves.” Duality may be a necessary illusion, but an illusion none the less, all is one and it’s only a ride. As we emerge from the darkness of this illusion we are becoming more aware of the interconnected nature that underlies our reality. I find this apparent in the frequency in which I see the idea being presented in various forums and other media occurrences. Another instance that bares evidence of this to me is the deterioration of the solid traditional male and female roles in society. That is not to say we are headed toward some bleak asexual future. Masculinity and femininity are principals not absolutes. regardless of our inherent gender, we all enact and utilize each of these seeming opposites. Receptive and assertive principals are apparent constantly in conversation; one listening one speaking. As you read this you are essentially enacting the feminine principal regardless of your gender. The essentiality of this dynamic interplay permeates every aspect of existence, and stems back from the throne of Lord Zero, as I have written in my poems. I have also stated that I am but a fool, as the fool represents infinity and absolute potentiality. We are all this fool, the trickster whom tricked ourself into the delight of existence.


Pits and Acorns

September 19, 2009

Illustrations from the Nuremberg Chronicle, by Hartmann Schedel (1440-1514)

Illustrations from the Nuremberg Chronicle, by Hartmann Schedel (1440-1514)

There seems to be no escape from the aching feeling in the pit of my stomach, that the relatively immediate future holds in store life altering, perception shattering events for collective humanity. The feeling is not new, it arises from a long planted seed, and has been nurtured by copious amounts of reason and observation. I certainly am an emotional person, constantly attempting to fine tune my intuition. I am however no stranger to logic and other more mundane yet indispensable tools at getting to the heart of any subject. Discernment in such matters often leaves ones head spinning in the seas of overloaded information trying to decipher the truth, where everyone is in the know. The truth is there is none, reality is dynamic and the universe is one step beyond logic. One of the most dominant ego cogs of self delusion is the deep subconscious need to be, “in the know”. We all want to have the world around us pinned down and properly allocated. Segmented, labeled and explained away until the sky stops falling and things stay in their place. Reality knows better, reality knows enough to perceive it’s own illusory nature and lack of permanence, the sky is always falling!

It’s no exaggeration that Chicken Little was wildly paranoid, or that the end times have been impending since the begin times, but that is an excuse not readily capable of wiping sweat from the brow from anyone remotely aware of the world around them. I’m referring to those of you whom have looked up from your own false ego long enough to grok my allusions. I mean not to say whatsoever that the sky is actually falling in a remote sense of apocalyptic metaphor, if there is one thing I trust however blindly, it is that life will go on, just perhaps not as we know it.

What prompted me to externalize this train of thought at this particular instance, is the way I continue to bury my head in my own hopes and dreams for the future, aspirations that run on an operating system that may soon be defunct. As I breath in the air of uncertainty I challenge myself perpetually to come to terms with it, to understand at the root level and brace myself to walk the fire. These hopes and schemes of mine and us all are the very fluid within the Artificial Womb. Over the years I have referred this concept to many, among other pertinent ideas found within it’s source document. I will quote it here for the persistent.

“From the time a person leaves its mother’s womb, its every effort is directed towards building, maintaining, and withdrawing into artificial wombs, various sorts of substitute protective devices or shells.”

I have noted over the years that this is why the helm of humanity is blindly left to those whom take it. Grossly we all just want our little sheltered worlds of hopes dreams and aspirations, we are all undiscovered rock stars and secret masters of whatever subterfuge we delude ourselves with. But as the western world view sets itself up for hypocrisy with it’s dualistic view, so do I. I have come to terms with this fact based on my observations of the essential unity masked behind apparent polarity. In this way, hypocrisy and self delusion may be an essential proponent for our experience of reality altogether.

Life is a ride and the slow graduation we have been clicking upward, strapped into our own little cars of this roller coaster. It’s bound to come crashing downward displacing the pits of all our stomachs, and tearing the sky down with it. I look forward to riding it out, but I must ask myself the question… “Shouldn’t I be stocking water and canned goods?”