Tuesday, September 11, 2018

allays 1032 - 1037

 

* 1032 *

The allays make a fractured mirror by which you may see deep inside yourself. So many slivers and facets to catch by surprise some inner glint of light. You may well mutter, "yes…no…maybe….I doubt it," yet all such talk comes to nothing. I give you the directions to the innermost, the centermost sun, and to the All, Mattriama. Unless you experience these things for yourself, you have not read me.

 

* 1033 *

Inspiration is the better-than-sex perfection of incadenscent exuberance. Ama the Muse, inspirer of all books, return again to me! I go into withdrawals when you are gone.

 

* 1034 *

Like the squirrel, we hide our hopeful nut, only to return one day, baffled by the oak. We hide our hopes in mythic space, the way the persecuted Christians represented by the author of Revelation imagined a major come-uppance when God would destroy their persecutors – and all the world, horribly – and would glorify them in heaven. So we all ferret our gold in some privy place, and speak of it only by innuendo. I have never met a man who admitted he looked forward to the "bosom of Abraham," but I think often enough of the bosom of Ama, and sober myself upon our trustful tryst point – the cosmic marriage.

Those audacious criminals returning to the hell of Mattria's womb for a recast will be better for the second baptism. Others prefer the annihilation of melting back into nature, the turn of her breath – and this is a cool lasting bliss. Progress is certain, if not automatic.

 

* 1035 *

How much do we owe to the ancient Greeks, and in particular to their mangod Socrates? The world's greatest succession of masters to disciples moves from Socrates to Plato to Aristotle to Alexander the Great. To them we owe the college, the academy, the university, the gymnasium – and indeed the Torah study, as the Jews, in their transition from a temple cult to a Torah cult, explicitly emulated the Platonic school. Theology, science, the Olympics, literary criticism, theatre, drama, comedy – all Greek, and so much sourced in the ultimate epic writer, Homer, and in the creation of the Western Dialogue as a whole, from Plato and his Socrates. The West owes more to these figures than to any others.

 

* 1036 *

Few children have suffered as much as they have in the imagination of their parents. Poor wretches, they imagine in advance every possible bludgeoning, car accident, dog mauling, and kidnapping, and this so they can prevent all that. I wonder if the dystopian novels inoculate us in the same manner? There is something terrible in the mien of a leader, who accepts such dangers – and for a long time I wondered why Ruggles' "Sun-treader," this Hyperborean of the sun, struck such a militant and fierce tone. I know all too well that a complete vision includes the possibility of failure.

So we need both, dread and hope, as a full anticipation. That makes for strategy. Imagining easy victory and nothing but – I don't care what the "law of attraction" claims, it ain't gonna happen. If imagining victory were enough, pent teens would be less lonely. We must view a matter from every angle.

 

* 1037 *

The dimensions of female allure hang on the coordinates of sexiness and cuteness, an embodiment of Blake's innocence and experience. As women grow, they remain more childlike in appearance; as men grow they remain more childlike in temperament. Having somewhat mastered both, in the brilliant alchemy that mingles oppositions, sexiness and cuteness cast the meddling spell that lead Confucius to despair, "the world prefers beauty to virtue!"

Women aren't the only ones with charms and spells. The advertisers are the ultimate seducers. They've studied us severely, and found the two words buyers never tire of: "New," and "Free." We seldom buy a product without getting "20 percent free," and every formula is "New and improved." They anticipate us at every turn.

The religions also know our number. "Death," and "Blessings," get us – fear of death, and specifically, what lies beyond it, and the idea we might be blessed or rewarded were we to obey and practice. All the world religions offer variations on these two dimensions.

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

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Wednesday, September 5, 2018

update, allays 1024-1031

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

So lately all I've been able to write is a few allays at a time. Now that I've taken up the postprandial habit of going for a 45 minute hike, I have found inspiration to pick up the Emilegends, which I hope to work out in my mind over the next few weeks.

I have finally received some pay for my freelance work (my boss has been grossly belated in getting me my pay), and meanwhile I am looking for another job or jobs.

Other than that each day is Everyday.

Take Care, Caretakers!

 

 

* 1025 *

Every name entitles a person, summons to the periphery of consciousness a host of adjectives and modifiers, and about these, summary images which condense scenes and actions we consider definitive to that person's being. His being is in his becoming. Such power of peripety we have that even fatal actions reverse themselves if we know the call; we can convert the constellations.

These clusters of equations define like an arpeggio the eternal chord of their living Name, which haunts us long after they die, as the summation of their change in our world.

*

That set of hidden modifiers that hovers about each name acts as overtones, as every instrument has an infinite set, so that the way the name shapes in our mouth when we say it teaches us how to speak sentences about it. We taste its way, just as we intuitively know which dish goes with which.

*

Whenever we address a topic, the brain summons its location amidst the associations, so when we speak of a person, parts of our brain reexperience the full clusters, and consciously we can only speak in a limited set of ways allowed by that subcutical set of experiences. We feel to say this or that, and were we to deceive, the body yet tells.

 

* 1024 *

How to charge a word? Like the phallus of man -- his "Godcock" as the Dionysians taught us to respect the sacred organ -- gets charged and supercharged through flirts and frustrations, till finally it discharges in a glorious come-uppance, so our vocabulary too can be charged, invested with valence, to do work and seek time. The simple science of operant conditioning, of rewards or punishments associated with a word, charges that word with meaning, and though this is not how mankind learns language, yet there is something to it, that positive reinforcement charges and supercharges a word.

Or make a word taboo – it instantly trebles in interest. We are all taboo-breakers at heart, being, in our centermost, independent, so when we place a solid and menacing NO over a word, the lust for expression charges it, and it sulks and skulks in our unconscious, awaiting its emergency.

God-terms are often taboo, as most people don't speak openly of money matters, or admit – unless they are advertising – their relationship with the divine. Airing your dirty laundry publicly is also bad taste, and so certain topics gain valence through suppression, like a geyser stopped, waiting for a full ejaculation. What matters is, knowing this, feeling this, we can strategize it as well, and build our valance over our trigger terms.

 

* 1026 *

Sometimes when I mis-hear a song, as from a distance, or amidst distracting noise, I barely hear the lilt that could be -- which makes my soul tremble, as though it were the melody that brought my Self to this body, some possibility of absolute bliss as I've had in dreams, and for handspans in waking life. Were I able to hold those musical epiphanies long enough to memorize them and write them down, I would be the consummate musician. As it is, they are little tells of our heaven together. Hidden modifiers color every name.

 

* 1027 *

Of the super-personalities of history – Socrates, Siddhartha, Confucius, and Jesus – Siddhartha warned the most against metaphysical pursuits, yet dabbled in it more than Confucius, who managed his greatness without supernatural claims. Buddhism works better as a practice than a belief, and for Confucianism, learning matters for practice. Of all three, Siddhartha emptied himself of personality; as befits the Nirvana seeker, his lack of personality is his practice. Like King Arthur and Robin Hood, the figures – of whom we have zero historical certainty, only a resounding historical effect – inspire endless meditation and recurrent speculation. What makes for such a super-personality – a Hamlet, a Quixote? Perhaps it is the method of their madness – by which I mean their unique mode of experiencing the world – that manages to infect the rest of us who care to study. A character is a center of consciousness, and exists in eternity, though we meet him in time.

 

* 1028 *

Success is the last step of many failures. What matters is if you persist even if it is reasonable to quit.

 

* 1029 *

I have my Everyday, and each day amounts to Everyday, except for holidays / vacations and events. A holiday or a vacation does not change the Everday, but reinforces it; the event, however, changes the calculus of the Everday, adding new coordinates. And so we have the same old fights we always do, with variations along the way, to add interest, spice, but with nothing really changing; we have our pleasures, our ups and downs, which all compensate, we have our stirs and our whorls. For every unbalance along the way – a cold, a flat tire, any sort of incident – we compensate with our modes of processing till the Everyday returns, by and by, perhaps stronger. Events come as traumas or perhaps hidden suspicions and doubts that grow to such a size that the system can no longer manage them. Some events are irrational, or completely nonrational until we impose a rationale upon them in retrospect – which we invariably do. So which is the event: the irrationality or the interpretation or the acceptance of one interpretation among many?

 

* 1030 *

Many things have been established as Holy. Certain books have been called Holy (the Bible, the Quran, the Upanishads), certain cities have been declared Holy (Jerusalem, Rome, Mecca, Salt Lake City), certain locations (the Ganges), certain persons (Odin, Zeus) – but has a movie ever been in itself Holy? Certainly, there have been Jewish movies, Christian movies, Hindu movies – religious tales, iconography, and imagery permeate secular and pious cinema. But why is there no film object corresponding to the Quran? Or what else out there could yet be Holy?

 

* 1031 *

I suppose even grey beef could be redeemed with the right savior, the savory goodness of the right Sauce – for Sauce is all. You are the sauce of the All, so whet yourself with the spices of life, the zest of every text and tradition, every art form and felt-to-the-flesh intimate experience, alluring with allusions and aloof with suggestibility. So many dimensions of flavor you offer, part of you raw, part of you burnt, with the bite of chili powder, or the burn of curry, the zip of cinnamon, so much like the all-mead, chai, spiced milk, which we drink in Joiner to consummate our love with the Allmother. Be Ye Sauce! Ah, the allsauce, a hybrid of various recipes, so many spices in one lava, with a secret turn of your own – black cardamom, mace, coriander, parsley, mustard, garlic, ginger, mint, paprika, saffron, garam masala, dill, bay leaf, asafetida, ground fennel seed, cinnamon, cumin, onion. Rhetoric maketh everything fine. I think I could read on any topic at all, any mud dull text at all, so long as the author was genuinely enthusiastic about his subject, and fluent enough in language to express that enthusiasm. Nothing succeeds without enthusiasm. So, my saucy upstarts, save that dish with your savory mischief, the world a meal for the God.

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

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Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Allays 1018 - 1023

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

So just more of the same over here: kids back in school, a few hours in the day for a job. I've applied at Schuler's Book Store. I will talk to their hiring manager tomorrow (Wednesday).

Take Care Caretakers!

 

* 1018 *

Ordinary people delight in the extraordinary; the Sage delights in the ordinary. What but all our childhood stories of dragons and knights and women too-beautiful-to-compare mean the very mundane day-to-day struggles the adult faces in the workplace, in politics, at home? For those who have no eye for subtleties, we show them grand exaggerations, mountains out of molehills, gods out of excellent men, and heroes out of everyday folk. Each morning is a resurrection, and each evening a samsara – we lead many lives successively, many lives at the same time, all within a hundred-year span. To see infinity in the everyday marks the eye of the wise.

 

* 1019 *

The Hebrew Prophets sublimated the grossness of Mosaic Law, redefining principles, reinterpreting old commands, making over completely the religion while yet claiming fidelity to it, just as the Upanishadists metaphorized Vedic Laws and introduced the personal to what before was communal. The New Testament goes one step further, with Jesus reinterpreting the law, "Love your fellow Jew as yourself," as, "Love everybody in the world as yourself," and with Paul recommending, "circumcision of the heart," as opposed to literally cutting the foreskin -- just as Buddhism made the whole of religion only about ending suffering. Nobody civilized sacrifices animals anymore, though they all used to. It gets to be that in practice Christians and Buddhists, on the whole, can feel, believe, say, and do anything at all, and still take pride in their titles. The more sublimated, the more gassy. Most Buddhists don't even meditate – they leave that to the monks; Christians rarely leave father, mother, wife, son, daughter, and all wealth to follow the Way. Leave that to the saints. Religions are fashions. The only thing that keeps them vital, nevertheless, are the deep practitioners in the center, the hearts that pump blood even to something as remote as the flakiest skin.

 

* 1020 *

"Guard your manly power, your health and strength, from all hurts and violations – this is the most sacred charge you will ever have in your keeping." Thus said Whitman, and indeed, the only beauty in man is power, in the strength and health of his body, and in his body-trained will to attack, attack, attack all that offends one's vision of truth. Man proper is athlete, enduring the pain, and ever greater pain, of growth and overcoming, the training of sport, and vigorous recreation – and this speaks most of all to such book-nibblers as ourselves upon whom the whole spiritual health of the future depends – us posterity's darlings, god's darlings -- with our duty to our strength and health. The mind is the body, and all thoughts come from the body, the experiences of the body.

In the swarthy vitality of the Prophet Smith, we see an eager beamer, haughty and proud to triumph wrestling his friends and contenders to the ground. A farmer's boy, a lush bumpkin, he never despaired the primacy of the body. Know that the mind is by nature eternally embodied, and know that the mind finds its health and main in the body and its pluck. Health is beauty. What we find disgusting is the degeneration of our ideal type.

We fight, and serve, and play the game always for the success of our vision of the truth, the good, and the beautiful, and dare we not embody it in our flesh and mind? Nay, that is where we must embody, or let us drop the matter entirely! Either I honor myself, or my honoring lacks substance. What matters the praise of the weak or the appreciation of fools? Whatever another may say of me – and sometimes it's been rather flattering – none of that matters a mustard seed compared to how my reflection appears to me in the mirror. Act in such a way that you must respect yourself. Make your life your ultimate art. Health begets health, but never did a glorious soul inhabit a wretched body. Beauty is truth, so master yourself.

 

* 1021 *

Emerson put every penny of thought into the savings bank of his journals, which he fully indexed, indexing the indexes, developing themes and fields into full-fledged essays. All of Nietzsche's grand formulations in his mature works come from the swamp of his four aphoristic books, where he experimented, dared some first-figures, trialed around, fell into digressions, and let the mess simmer. His Eternal Recurrence, his Slave Morality, his Overman, and so much more find their first inklings in the aphoristic fertilizer. Freud, likewise, regarded his Interpretation of Dreams as his dung pile, rife with fertile thoughts he would develop in his mature works. So these allays I view and review, memorizing favorites, drawing parallels and finding rhymes, so that in this upcoming decade – here I hope! – my mature works will find germination. An intellectual molts his genius every ten years, so let us glut on the stuff of our growth.

 

* 1022 *

"He who writes to himself writes to an eternal audience," said Emerson, and Ama places before me the conundrum of the dual marriage – Turmoil and Ecstasy – two brides – the central gravity in my care and concern, or in other words, God Herself. I suppose the trope fountain for another would be different, yet this is my struggle, and the body of my heaven is this double marriage, this breaking of my love into Psyche and Niviana.

 

* 1023 *

Ever this scarlet A of Ama about my chest, ever this knit of silk for you my kin, my darling Pearl, skeined in skin of subtle turns. How I raise you up my children, granting you the universal education we all should have – Mother Goose as babes, Aesop's and Grimm's as children, the American Renaissance for high school, the great epics and world scripture upon adulthood – yet spinning a word for each your own story, for each of our adventures are a stitch in the robe of Mattria, who dances to life all that is and all that is not. Gnomic tropes I give unto you, subtle turn and wink, span and sweep – small moves to win the Game.

 

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

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Tuesday, August 21, 2018

update, allays 1006 - 1017

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Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

Well the summer is wrapping up: Natalie, my 12-year-old, has already returned to school, and the younger two return to their school – Excel – the following Monday. That will free up my morning to get a job, though I don't yet know what that might be. I've been writing more allays, as is evident here, but little else. I have been studying Confucius; I read the Analects and intend to buy a better translation and read them again.

I've had a few reviewers of the allays, and some criticisms I have received include: they should be organized into sections, they are repetitive, there are too many of them. What do you think? I would greatly appreciate your feedback.

Take Care, Caretakers!

* 1006 *

The mind knows the world through the body. By the Law of Correspondence, every abstract understanding comes from a physical knowing – a touching. When we accuse somebody of "sleeping with the enemy," the double sense of sex and sympathy makes the metaphor poignant. There is nothing so bloodless, not the square root of negative one, that lacks a physical correspondence in the body, our trope-source for understanding all things. Would you teach the abstract, seduce the senses. Would you understand, feel. The earth is the image of heaven, and Ama the image of the All.

 

* 1007 *

We overcome ourselves by fighting others. We must project our self-doubts upon fitting victims, opponents we can barely overcome, for what is close is too close to see, and what is near is too near to touch. The Greeks wrote the greatest myths of all peoples – more varied, literary, and memorable than the Hebrew, Norse, or Indian – because their myth-tellers were poets who competed with each other to tell the best stories. Competition may sometimes bring out the worst in us, but it often enough brings out the best in us, as well, inspiring an accomplishment impossible solo. Adversity exults us. The greater the opposition, the greater our self-overcoming.

The Olympians honor the gods by striving to be the greatest of men and women. War is the father of all things. Let war reduce to a game and it will meet its apotheosis. The Game is our Haven.

We need a scapegoat, a fitting external correlate for our internal strife. What is within us we can hardly approach. We must project. Thank Ama we have enemies! They service us better than friends in the line of truth. Love too often lies. A grand and exulted pride only glories in actual accomplishments.

Those who delight in puzzles relish the challenging ones. We are never able to fight or love until we've properly met our match.

 

* 1008 *

We can be indifferent to an acquaintance, but not to an ex. Our deepest hate we reserve for those we loved the most. Thus, I tend to define myself against Jesus more than my Niviana cares to hear, since she demands I cease the blasphemy. Blasphemy is the opinion of your neighbors' religion about yours -- they all blaspheme each other. Ama laughs. Words for words, and spit for spit. So long as we are arguing, we are not speaking of the All. Ama is behind each Divine and plays the Game against herself.

 

* 1009 *

Some desires require full expressions. What but the most heinous crimes we ogle over in our newspapers – that pedestrian form of entertainment – those sorts of brutal tortures and heartless murders, grant the criminal and us the readers a full expression to counterbalance an inner injury? Violence begets violence, nor can we fully cure a wound lacking a counter-wound. Art is the better medicine, and self-nurture the healthier antidote.

When you find the breaking point in your topic or person, distractions arise, all sorts of reasons to attack elsewhere, to look elsewhere. Simply sing the single tone, build resonance, that one tone repeated – keep hitting the one nerve, the simple small nerve upon which depends the whole collapse.

Every experience needs expression, directly or indirectly, brutally or sublimely. Silence is the brooding mood, to build a motive, to gain resonance. What is in will out. Build an appetite. Build verve. Patience is power, after all, so control time and wait your cue. Eru is Rhythm and builds to triumph, exultant in his resolve.

 

* 1010 *

I stole a glint from you, a glamour from your treasure, so signatured in your style that I hid it from all and only took it out far away, alone or with friends who never heard of you. To them I bragged of my wealth, with this shining gleam they assumed my own. Finally, I come to you, pocketing my star, and you sense an aspect on my brow, the light I've absorbed into my countenance, and you see your own shining as if foreign, and something in you loves, though you cannot tell why.

 

* 1011 *

You patiently explain to me your quantum physics, your big bang, your entropy, your multiverse, your string theory, your psychology – all these fine things! – and I do study them eagerly, taking from you what I can. Yet, I suspect in five thousand years, all these facts will look embryonic, perhaps even superstitious and wrong?

Or perhaps in three hundred years we will discover everything humanly possible to discovery scientifically, and advancement will halt? All further progress will be in abbreviating, condensing, and simplifying our exhausted encyclopedia.

Either way, I do not take science as my ultimate, but only as a means towards the ultimate.

 

 

* 1012 *

A vice contained counts as a virtue; a virtue run wild counts as a vice.

 

* 1013 *

Do not teach for money. Teach for the joy of spreading wisdom. Do not pay for your education. Pay with your effort  – and teach yourself, if you can. The virtuous rest in virtue. The creative triumph in creation. So teach the eager, but dismiss the bored.

 

* 1014 *

I agree with Confucius that it is wrong to requite evil with good, lest it be the good of justice; a reward would send the wrong message, but to shame with either kindness or a sneer may demoralize. Best, then, to maintain your self-respect, your concern for what is best for the evil-doer, and your regard for what is best for the world as a whole -- and the name for that is justice.

 

* 1015

Confucius was but one of many itinerate philosophers aiming to renew the Empire through their teaching; Buddha was but one of many ascetics seeking enlightenment; Jesus was but one of many self-proclaimed Messiahs ultimately crucified; Socrates was but one of many traveling teachers, called Sophists; Joseph Smith was but one of many prophets to come out of upstate New York, a location so enflamed with prophets and revivalists it came to be known as the "burned over district." What does this teach us? That Ama, or whichever of the Aya are playing dice upon a field, cast the token many times, failing yet and again until the one with difference arises, the apotheosis of the type. If Ama fails and again till her sparks catch flame, forgive yourself a bit if you also trip and fall towards your goal.

 

* 1016 *

I mistrust my first impressions and insist on time before I relate my take of a thing. Our first impressions are full of prejudice, and to prejudge has value only if we rejudge. Certainly, first impressions reveal something lacking in a lifelong familiarity, which is why we travel the world to find our own home and study the furthest from us to rightly see ourselves. So seldom am I impressed that I mark the calendar when I meet greatness.

 

* 1017 *

In high school, I requested my parents buy me the most generic of clothing, whatever would render me invisible in a crowd. In college, I ducked parties and spent my evenings haunting the university library, reading books and hiving notes. Even my marriage was minimum, Justice of the Peace, with little pageantry. I am not a man for the masses – I have no desire to be the center of attention. How then, my dear readers, lovers of my soul, sparks from the same sun, am I to finally reach out and find you my own – so many hiders in the herd and readers in the library? I suppose I will have to strategize.

 

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

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Wednesday, August 15, 2018

allays 1000 - 1005

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

Well I never did get paid for five paychecks (ten weeks) worth of freelance writing, so its off to finding another freelance job or – even better – taking the next step up the ladder of life. We win when we convert our stumbling blocks to stepping stones. This fall . -beginning next Monday, schoolwise) means getting Natalie on the bus at 630 a.m. and off the bus at 2:50 p.m. – parenting the kids after that till their bedtime at 9 p.m. So in other words – when to work? Best to freelance I suppose!

 

I'm thinking of returning to the U.U. Church I once went to just to socialize a bit on Sunday.

 

Take care, Caretakers!

 

* 1000 *

Ah, my Ama, O lady of knots, soft the hold that binds my throat. I ask you just to loosen – you have nails for such things – I can free the rest. You untie all but the infinite stitch, O lady of knots, untier of nots, the infinite stitch cum my vertical hold, the asymptote to fetter heaven. My muscles' skein over everything – guts and all – pins me like a pincer. Ever the boulder up, ever the bolder down, bound to them as I am. This vow unto death I won't Gordian cut, a mortal coil of snake to tail; I worry my brow and cradle my smile. I'll reflect again on you.

 

* 1001 *

The world is like Ives' "World" in Symphony 4: cacophonous, polyrhythmic, with three orchestras playing in different keys. Submitting to one language matters. Psychoanalysis and its remembrence of repression, religious conversion and its confrontation of sin, auditing and its clearing of engrams, cognitive behavior therapy and its reprogramming of automatic thoughts, Buddhism and its letting go of desire -- any of these will do, so long as you submit to the language, submit so hard your dreams change, the way Freudian psychoanalysis inspires Freudian dreams, Jungian psychoanalysis inspires Jungian dreams, and New Age metaphysics inspires metaphysical dreams – real dreams with real meanings, put into you to get something out. Language is a net.

So many languages clash in the world market: the loudest and most obnoxious win the day. Sheer endless sloganeering moves the populace. But to get deep down in there where the meanings are, you must submit to one and only one language system at a time.

 

* 1002 *

I cease to flaunt the gore of this cureless wound, the stream of pain of this broken heart. Ama, shut my lips with a kiss! The fullness of health is to express the ache with poetry. As it is, I'm swamped. Press your fingers upon my chest and hold me close with staunching love.

 

* 1003 *

Each experience changes how we experience every new thing and changes how we remember every old thing. Art is more than "Beauty for its own sake," it shows you the beauties and uglinesses you've already experienced in your life, but never knew. Every touch warps the lens of the I's eye. Innocence becomes experience becomes wisdom – the return to innocence.

We learn for the sake of learning a thing and also for the sake of living our life; everything is an end unto itself and also a means to a higher end. Only the lazy want instant results, but for those who delight in puzzles, the harder the better. Stretch me to my limit and break me a sketch. I am eager to grow.

 

 

* 1004 *

Every race is the chosen race; Ama chooses each of us peculiar peoples for this our peculiar role, to give the world something nobody else could give, from the nest of our culture and the womb of our creativity, the only begotten of the profounders among us, so that your people give of the best, humbly and with pride, give of the best of their people, you yours, mine my own. The world meets it with envy, accusations, and disdain – that part is necessary – yet, cast the bantling on the rocks, he will yet rule us all.

 

* 1005 *

From love we develop family and from power we develop work. From both we develop passion and from neither we develop rest. The four functions, then, are family, work, passion, and rest. The individual is healthy when he is able to love, work, pursue his passion, and rest.

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

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Wednesday, August 8, 2018

allays 993- 999

 

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

The summer is wrapping up – the kids will return to school. I've been editing old books written a decade ago. I've been preparing to finish the Emilegends. Not too much to report otherwise.

Take care, Caretakers!

 

* 993 *

You will meet with cruelty along the way. Preserve your innocence.

 

* 994 *

Don't tell me how to be happy. Be happy yourself, and I will observe. I don't want your pity. I want to admire you. My best friends are a few literary sages who made my life worth living and my sufferings endurable, who gave me a great vision of how I too may be happy like them. The god helps without trying. He doesn't command. He lives his life.

 

* 995 *

You nominated the source of your joy and the stance of my pride by calling him – how could I have forgotten the title? You torture my lapse and ruthfully give my puzzles and riddles to tease me back into remembering what ploughs your earth so well. Just a bare letter, "D," I have earned so far!

So we wonder as we wander, ferreting our memories for that primordial lisp when Ama first cooed our nomination – while we loved so freely in our mother the womb. All the world echoes with your song, so long as we stop to listen, the lullaby of the lulling sea, the seas of people passing their waves.

 

* 996 *

Discipleship is a noble game. Women may pride themselves upon their maternal instinct, but men have a teaching instinct, and the entire pyramidal hierarchy of greatness has tempted us all to more daring heights. I've graduated from my discipleship to Emerson and Nietzsche, and hardly return to them now – they are yet so with me. I'm under Burke now, and tomorrow? — I can only imagine! Masters are so many stepping stones. Don't get sentimental: wed yourself to none. I express my gratitude by seeking my own greatness aside from you.

 

* 997 *

Every relationship is a dialect, and your words are tokens in your shared game. Actions are also symbolic – they advance play. We use a unique language for every person we talk to, and constantly compete and cooperate in the dual game of love and power implicit between us all. That we share a language is cooperation; that we attempt to persuade and command each other — directly or indirectly — is competition. We prefer the games that flatter us, the ones at which we can succeed. That is friendship. The one who honestly admires you is hard to resist. Those who bring out the best in you are your soul's mates.

 

* 998 *

"Everything in nature seeks its proper level," said the Philosopher, and so much so is this true for persons who, playing along with the game, fitting into this role or that as others wished of them, relax and expand when they fall into their proper place, surrounded by those able to really see and hear them for what they are. Such a birthday that is, such a holiday from striving and pretending. We come into our own. We doubted – yes we did, we actually doubted! – that anybody at all could appreciate our intrinsic beauty, had the beauty to see that beauty, but now we fall into the gaze of our own, and they see us for what we are. Such relax!

 

* 999 *

Every worldview has its language, its grammar of terms, its rhetoric for inspiring fervor, its propaganda for gathering adherents. The early Christian rhetoric of the end of the world, hellfire, the first becoming last, and the resurrection of the dead, appealed mostly to social rejects the first few centuries. The philosophers of the time – the stoics and epicureans – regarded it beneath their dignity even to engage them. The Christ cult inspired histrionic martyrdom, and as dying for a cause dignifies it as worth dying for, their rhetoric held traction. Modern day atheism, which makes a rhetoric out of logic, insisting, not without a subtle sneer, that theirs is the only reasonable logical worldview, and taking pains to catalog the logical fallacies of their opponents, holds a sort of elite appeal, not to the actual elite, the geniuses of philosophy and poetry, but to those who would be above an opposition that touts itself as the moral guides of the world – as the four Abrahamic religions tend to do. For Judaism, Christianity, Islam, and Mormonism, morality became a rhetorical device: God has made us holy (this is their humble arrogance), and we condemn all that is unholy. It is not, after all, as if morality were the most important thing in the world. Ask a school boy if he wants to be good, and he will frown. Ask him if he wants to be more powerful than his classmates, and he will perk up. There is nothing artistic or creative in morality. But it is the rhetorical device of the faith religions: God cares most of all whether we are moral! The atheist counterclaim is that "We have an intellectual conscience, you however are liars and self-deceived." All those rhetorical modes have proven effective, just as did the worldviews, and their inherent ideologies, of Communism, Feminism, and elsewhere, Buddhism and so forth. That all these competitive enclosers avoid the intellectual self-praise of atheistic "reason" does them as much good as would it do the atheists bad to dismiss that wedge.

Allism, as usual, is all of them together, the way they all strike and parry each other, and thus make a meta-dialogue, a truth each internalizes when confronting the rest. The highest in each is Allism. All mystic symbols rhyme, and for the one who has experienced the Importance, rhetoric is noise.

Thus, the initial selling of the missionary religions amounted to a denouncement of spiritual elites in favor of democratized spirituality: Jesus railed endlessly against the Pharisees – not hypocrites, for all that, but sincere master legalists – preferring the kingdom for sinners and harlots; Siddhartha likewise denounced the Upanishadistic scholars in favor of the simple who seek the one thing needful, namely, to pull out the arrow of suffering without asking who shot it or why, and this through a streamlined four noble truths (though number three is rather unnecessary in light of number four). And so historically every emergence posits itself as the corrective of its parent, and really no child at all, but there from the beginning, the way late-comer Islam claimed the original bible and gospel said and only said exactly what Muhammad came to say a final time (what they actually say being allegedly corruptions). That all of this rhetoric and self-posing has nothing to do with truth need only let us repeat the most profound moment in the gospels, when Pilate silences Jesus with the question, "What is Truth?" For truth was never the question, but only projected desire.


 

 

 

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Sunday, July 22, 2018

allays 989 - 992

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

 

Summer is half done. I've been playing with the kids daily, and writing my articles at night. I'm still waiting on my boss to pay me for the last ten weeks – but I am sure he will!

I've been writing less, but editing more. So these few allays are all I've found inspiration for this last month!

 

Take Care, Caretakers!

 

 

* 989 *

"A rush of thoughts is the only conceivable prosperity that can come to us." Indeed, amidst the doldrums, I would plead with you, Niviana, muse and amuse me till I shiver free. Like the dancer upon the wick, your breath enflames me. Yet you yourself seem a bit clotted in muck, nor have I heard you sing since I can last remember. Lissidy spinning dreams for me upon the loom of night is now my passing game. Duty's chain keeps my purpose while I hope again for you.

 

* 990 *

"Mother, what have I to do with thee? None get to the father except through me!" Presumptuous child, know you this, before I conceived you, I knew his kiss, and made him of the stuff of my heart, just as the Allmother made us her art, of her living body, and yet you say, you alone know the path and the way? Such impudent tarts I'll upbraid with a smirk, the way to your father you'll know only through hurt. Yet Ama, our Mother, knows better the bliss; laughing she made us, laughing she'll kiss; and toss us like dice on the lay of the day. Now cease your backtalk and do as I say.

 

* 991 *

When a lifeform endures too much pain it comes to death – an accumulation of sufferings demoralize and disintegrate the organism. Suffering is the giver of the gift of death, and old age, as an extended suffering, draws up that voluptuous heartbreak in which we renounce life in the spangle of its span. Ah, to be the drowning swimmer, whom friends and family avoid lest you in your panic drag them down too, drowning in sorrows till you laugh at the madness, that so much suffering were possible a person — these are the blessings of life, openers of the hidden holds, and keynotes of gravitas, giving that sweet mead of inspiration its savour of abandon and abyss. Ah, my Ama, not once do I cramp, slump, or bleed out this key-turned heart, but you feel it too in the flesh of your being. You've felt the depth, you've cut the knot. I was there with you, with all of you; when you doubted your sanity, I doubted too. When you despaired, the pang was also mine. Life can be such a heartbreak! Yet, life is beautiful! Ama the everfull, grant us more life!

 

* 992 *

We've felt the Jewish, "Honor your parents," and the Confucian, "Respect your elders," yet America, always in its repression somewhat pedophilic, says All for the Child, with the Republican Life begins at conception, and the Democratic Emancipated Future. Our deepest memories are in the future. Let us recall Oifia, Ama child, walked this land before man or beast. She gave life to what we are. We will grow younger tomorrow.

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

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Saturday, June 23, 2018

update, allays 981 - 988

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

Sometimes the days resemble a circle sooner than a line, and so it is for me, dividing my days between the threefold braid of watching my children, doing housework, and editing my works. At night I write for my job.

What to say? Natalie's arm is back to normal. Writing for Employer's Crossing has its ups and downs. I've checked out a dozen books about publishing, finding a publisher, self-publishing, marketing your books, and so forth, so I've been studying those as well.

Hope you are all doing well!

Take Care, Caretakers!

 

* 981 *

The Trumpet of Ives' "Unanswered Question," asks in its tones, "What are we here for?" to which the theological and philosophical Flutes attempt various answers, more frantic each time, until the druidic silence of the Strings gives the proper answer. The question is its own answer: we are here, that's what the universe is for. There is no meaning to life, for life is meaning. I have wondered over the foolishness of the question, "Why is there something, rather than nothing?" Nothing is unthinkable. How could it ever serve as default? Take yourself for granted: all the Universe colluded to allow you.

I may very well be an Idius – half idiot, half genius – my butterfly mind half in awkward flutter, half in graceful swoop, yet I have felt for my whole life that my doings congested a universal sense we all in turn would feel.

 

* 982

Dreamers make us see visions, and nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm, so when you can answer a question passionately, let yourself go.

 

* 983 *

Rhythm is the essence of life.

 

* 984 *

A fitting definition of evil could be, "Somebody else's power." Nor should we regret the gratuitous pranks of our youth – "Evil for the love of evil" – as if we should despair over having stole somebody's pears just to feed them to swine. That gesture of togetherness between us versus them, us above the law – we break the law to exult in our power, and as all power is in principle good, we must celebrate even this as an infective first form which, when full grown, will grant us triumph. Evil is infant good. Most of what men call "heinous" is merely the symptom of frustration. Teach a man to be powerful and you teach him to be good.

 

 

* 985 *

No matter what we plot or attempt, the Self shines through.

 

* 986 *

We each learn through our preferred medium, whether through oral instruction, visual demonstration, or written directives. I managed to learn tennis, the guitar, writing, cake decorating, and drawing from books, and I can't seem to learn any other way. Life is a Book.

 

* 987 *

Let us all have our own trophy case, even if it's just a mental one, an extensive vocabulary, a series of publications, a dozen or so hearts we've broken, or for the traveler scenes seen. Envy attempts to smear pride where she sees it, but I encourage men and women to delight in their own virtues – indeed, pride is the crown of the virtues, virtue self-reflective, the way wisdom is knowledge self-reflective. The mirror is our ultimate image, just as Mattria faced Ama at Time Zero.

 

* 988 *

Lissidy warms me, saying, "Hope is the only lie worth believing in."

 

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

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Wednesday, May 30, 2018

update, allays 974-980

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

So I finally got paid for my work as a freelancer. The job of professional writer suits me, though I haven't been doing much of my passionate writing lately. Mostly, I've been editing old documents written a decade ago.

I have compiled a set of short stories for publication and am seeking an audience. If anybody wants a free copy of this collection of stories, Fingerfolds, let me know.

Natalie's broken arm has healed; on Friday we get the final xrays to see if its back to normal. Emilie has been fevered this week and missed school, but we've had a lot of time together without the distractions of the other children. Soon will be Summer break for all three, and I will be busy all day every day with them.

Take care, Caretakers!

 

* 974 *

It's not till you're broken that you see what you're made of, the stuff of your guts, your ligaments, bones. Illness teaches health. When a thing goes wrong, you realize finally that it had been going right. The keenest thief takes what you don't know you have.

 

* 975 *

So many ideologists – those who spin systems of ideas – would undefine the inconvenient terms of their opponent, as if "God," "Mind," "Freedom," "Soul," "Eternity," could be defined into or out of existence. They get lazy like that. Every term corresponds to a given experience, and that experience is the meaning. The way we live our lives because of that shows the meaning full grown.

 

* 976 *

We've been doomeager since the beginning, what with the flood stories the whole world delighted in, and to this day America has been especially doomeager, what with the Millerites, the Malthusians, the Cold War nuclear fallout prophets, Global Warming science, and every manner of disaster film the human imagination could produce. So many ways we've imagined catastrophe and we can never get enough. Science isn't objective: it's politically funded and so politically reigned. Scientific Materialism, the metaphysic that calls itself "no-metaphysic," is merely another ideology amidst the rest. Each offers something, none offers everything, for any selection is already an evaluation. Doom is certain, perpetual and recurrent, on until the never-to-be-reached end – so dance and sing, my children, be free!

What's the difference between a lie and a trick? A trick is a lie sanctioned by a game. The cunning shall prevail! Truth is whatever we act upon.

 

* 977 *

Gaze gets hypnotized. Look long at the sun and all the world has an afterburn. When we study architecture, everything looks architectural; when painting, picturesque. The Christian sees sin everywhere, the feminist patriarchy, the communist exploitation, the minority racism, the weakling persecution. Our inner I takes on the shape of whatever its focus, and retains that shape upon each new object, so that obsessions, such as the worship of Allah, internalize the God into our mind and we think through that. Ideas are the means by which we see reality. Reflection is realization – by which we evade such a pitch.

 

* 978 *

Selection is the essence of art. The work of art makes prominent, not a figure who is sort of this way or that, but all the way this way or that, representative of a type, for life is too subtle and ambiguous to see aright. That is why children love exaggerations and drastic stories – evil stepmothers, wicked witches, granted wishes, eternal rewards, horrible curses, cruel deaths. Henry James is meaningless to anybody under ten.

 

* 979 *

I call it healthy racism to delight in the accomplishments of one's race – insofar as he identifies with it – while desisting from hating other races. The pride in one's family, city, state, nation, hemisphere, and in the future, planet, count as excellences and as healthy self-esteem. Pride is celebrating one's ascendency, and humility is recognizing one's failings: both give visions of truth.

 

* 980 *

The betrayal of the beloved is the greatest offense, the desertion of one's child the worst. Siddartha escaping his son and wife; Augustine referring to the mother of his son as a trifle and toy; Aquinas, receiving a mystic experience and then abandoning his Summa; these are types of the same, the ill-betiding we hear again in the proclamation, "Hate your mother, wife, and child," which Jesus commands his followers, or in Yahweh jealously testing Abraham to see if he would betray his child. Heaven is a temptation. A mother never abandons her child. Ama loves us for time and eternity, now and forever – Vivoce!

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

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