Monday, May 14, 2012

"The Logic of Situation" fragmant of an Allay

Not even a draft, but some mediary thoughts on the nature of myth, symbol, and narritization in the process of achieving personal apotheosis. How is it we read a myth, see a religious symbol, or learn a religion, and are spiritually transifigured?

DANI

 

The Logic Of Situation

 

            Narrative is a ritual by which the author crystallizes a meaning. We each create a new an unprecedented category of meanings into the world, and we all fall into a world of meanings, of societal meanings of the meanings of nature. To be able to take all meanings as your own, to use them your purposes, to organize them into your own creation, requires interpretive engines. Some stories do more than give an experience, and show some events, they also include a commentary telling you how you should interpret those events. An interpreter relates story to story. A strong myth can serve to explain and orient all stories. A primordial myth does more than tell how things were created. Historically is it useless. Better it is what it does: tell how things should have been created, and more, how we can create from our own world.

            Stories present a context for an image -- and the image is the formula for a set of logical operations. Those operations let you put all experiences into standard notation, to put all realities into stereotyped logical relationships. The Christian answers all his experiences with the words "Sin" "forgiveness" and "God." Those terms become so thick and multifaceted that he can think anything and everything with them. So it is with all religious understandings.

            The creating of original meaning sit he greatest of spiritual triumphs. Groups create religions, collective experience inspire us with symbols. Meaning comes only from experience and experience comes only from touch, from immersion, passion or empathy. Immersion is to feel the world, passion is to live a fantasy as if it were real, and empathy is to experience what a thing or person is by mirroring their shape and being.

            Leaders commit adultery, rockstars do drugs not because they can, but because they must, because even if they forego the "temptations" of their genre, they must at least react to somebody else who did those rites, so that they may vicariously gain the same spiritual energy by which their work is done.

            Contexts create unique energy, unique historical situations differentiate our creative energy, or Crea, so that we can use it to create a thing. The first apostles were in no position to create great cathedrals. It took generations of differentiated energy to create those spiritual monuments.

            There is nothing more creative than enthusiastic anxiety. A man may perform relaxed, and that is best, but he creates tense. Practice the difficult, perform the easy. Public show should be no struggle. For the anxious struggle is private, and our greatest struggles in life will always be in solitude.

            One we see metaphorically, we will see what cosmic struggles we experience in our mundane brushing of our teeth and taking out of the garbage. Those little habits, those little struggles, are the cosmic struggles under modest masks.

            Intelligence is the ability to abstract, to take from a mundane thing a higher spiritual reality. We abstract the world through technology and come pt rely on our technology to exist at all. Our food must be cooked. Technology touches the world for us. We live within the creative womb of manmade artificiality. Looking about me in this bedroom, almost everything in every direction is manmade and man processed. So it should be.

            We create artificial wombs within to create. Our Aria, or creative space, takes the shape of the work we would perform. This glass desk I write my books upon -- I name her Lapamalay -- is ritually cleaned and spiritually decorated to underscore the sacred tasks I exact from her. Your creative work is your highest sacred reality. What you create in this world becomes the heaven of the next.

            The idea of a thing grows by language accretion, and builds into matter, thickens ontological existence. Your words, and the meanings those words are meant to communicate, permeate all existence, the way your soul permeates the atoms of your body.

            We speak in symbols, we speak in metaphors. Symbols open up two realities -- remote spiritual dimensions of nature, and the mirror spiritual dimensions of our personal soul. As on the outer, so the inner, so that to study nature is to know yourself.

            A symbol is part of what it refers to -- symbols are never arbitrary. To appreciate a myth, you must be willing to revere it, to see a symbol you must have already experienced the divine truth. People revere their myths in different ways. Literalists honor their myths by thinking they are historically accurate, and by being willing to be stigmatized as credulous and superstitious for the sake of that interpretation. They take it as a sign of spiritual achievement to be persecuted for their beliefs.

            Other forms of reverence include celebration, as in those poets who celebrate beauty, or god or whatever else, in the musical magic of their language. Superstition is another language of reverence -- a man is willing to feel intense anxiety over the symbols of his world. The mere ability to experience a curse word as a curse and a blasphemy as a blasphemy, those anxieties, which are always present in the mind at least potentially, are other forms of reverence.

            Wanting an honest politician is like wanting the purr without the cat: a certain atmosphere is necessary for the production of spiritual products, and like all creativity, we make byproducts which must be dealt with with a shrewd practical pragmatism that realizes that man shits, and this makes him no less of a God.

            The priests invented the concept of sin and raped it deep into the souls of mankind -- pedophilia is a natural expression of Catholicism -- so that the most hysterical and susceptible were the first to "admit" they were sinful, and from there to infect the rest of an otherwise healthy society. And what does this accomplish? We gained a probe deep into the soul. As with all spiritual tools, there is use and misuse, cost and benefit. Every tool and object created by man, both material and spiritual, have a multitude of uses. The Midas man blesses and purifies all he touches, and no sin is bad for him, but he blesses the world in every thing he does, his very sighs create new heavens, so that not only does he leave every room a little better after he left if then when he found it, but he leaves every person he meets a little better off too, even if on casual inspection it might at times seems the opposite was the case. Sometimes the first step to curing a disease is to make its symptoms more prominent, and deeply depressed people often become suicidal upon being treated, and in such cases, suicide is a symptom of convalescence, of increasing power.

            The myths, those archetypal stories of the gods, and stories regarding the gods so there can be no doubt that they are important, are the ultimate commentators on all stories. Each man has his eternal myth that is his own, he the god of it, that never existed in the world, but when it sings into the world, sense a thousand different stories resonating so that we pick them up and learn them as if they taught us something rather than merely reminding us of what is already ours. And those people who were broken from the same soul-crystal as we are, those are called to be our eternal friends, are the very flesh of our being, and will seek us out in the world to join us in the heaven in the next. What is the purpose of all these Allays, Essays, and Poems other than to siren my beloved to my private heaven?

            Each religion gets its logic accross especially well with some myths, and derived from those myths, some rituals, and derived from those rituals, some sacraments, and derived from those sacraments, a few stark symbols. You could wear an astounding symbol around your neck, and nobody in the world would quite get your game, because, after all, it is your game, and for others to play it they would have to be able to learn and respect the rules.

            The great task of Allism is the metamorphosis of the body and soul: nothing is lost, everything is conserved, good and bad, everything has used, everything is necessary, everything becomes divine. We grew fat on the lessons of this earth to become divine Psyche's in the next.

 

 

 

\ ~@M@~ /

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"Madeye" available to the Public!

http://www.amazon.com/Madeye-Daniel-Christopher-June/dp/1477465332/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1337008279&sr=8-2

 

 

My latest novel, Madeye, is now available for purchase in hardcover on Amazon.

 

It wasn't until he went Psychotic that Dominic saw through the world's deceptions; it wasn't until Dominic went Megalomaniacal that he guesses his true worth and importance. The shy and studious youth must face the fiery passions of his heart that in his repression he never guessed existed, until his madness cast him naked before the world.

 

For anybody interested in writing a review, I can also provide a free PDF version.

 

DANI

 

 

\ ~@M@~ /

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Sunday, May 13, 2012

Happy Mother's Day!

LORI

 

 

NOUHAD

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, May 10, 2012

"Ama's Gift" an Allay about Creativity

Dani to the Students of Life --

 

Ever mood has its use. We can either call a mood "negative" and waste our energy fighting it, or we can politely ask it, "What are you good at doing," and use it for that. I can get very irritable. That is when I edit my own writings, and find errors and bits of ugliness that would be otherwise invisible to me.

 

I've been a bit ADD lately, unable to focus long on one thing, no deep mind for study. So I have been drawing and singing and listening to music. I haven't written. Tonight I did have an inspiration to write about our creative gifts.

 

My book, which I might entitle Writing All, is scheduled to be published this August. It is about 750 pages long and it is about developing our creative greatness -- the birthright of every man and woman. Though the emphasis is on writing well, the principle apply to all art forms, and explain how all of life is a form of art.

 

This Allay is an example of what is in the book, though it is mythological and the rest is often more logical.

 

Take care, Caretakers!

 

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Ama's Gift

 

 

            Each man and woman is at their centermost a unique energy producing Name. To be born into the world means the great separation from Will and Need, from Freedom and Necessity, from Nature and Art. A person because real and actual when he falls away from the static bliss of nonliving matter.

            Nevertheless, we are asked to conform in this world, to be normal, to be pious and patriotic. We ought not. Not at our centermost. To return us to our native energy, to that unique energy produced from our own substance and emanated into the universe, Ama gives us a gift. We may have talents in this direction or that, but talents are useless. They win applause but they do not open your soul. Your soul, which is a mixture of the emanated inner, the love of MTTR, the Bliss of your parents, and the world of your youth -- four things -- this is the poetry of your being, and always and ever underscores your life. You live divine whether you intend it or not.

            And as there have always been allists, as the greatest men in all religions resemble each other, and the best of every man is the all of the man -- the greatest men in history or by nature Allists -- so you are always acting from within. When you conform, when you are put into the straight jacket of sanity -- creativity is madness -- you choke the flow from inner to outer, you cut off the mind of I from the inner necessity. This could lead some men and women to sell their souls to get into heaven. That is, their energy is no longer provided by their inner emanation, but from the energy of some group or religion, some external energy, which they call "God" or "State." They will achieve the heaven they so eagerly seek -- and not a step more. They will be angels but never Gods. They have rejected the Gift that opens the inner. They have sought an external form and have been conformed to it. They obsess -- they identify the divine with some static form, a given name -- "there is only one name by which men are saved" -- by a ritual, a practice, a location. They believe in names. They are not open to Language.

            Language, Mother Lux, when Language comes upon us, we are opened so all our own inner meanings come out and find the correct forms to express themselves. To open this inner soul, to open the shine and bleed of the inner creative heart, this requires recognizing the gift Ama has given us. The gift is some mean thing, something disparaged by the Group, by all groups, by SIStem herself, the world technology, so that you are shamed. By proud enough to be shamed. Accept your gift.

            That gift, which is some ability unique to you, some unique perspective, some unique power, the gift keys you into the sweet spot that lets you in to the inner of your innermost soul.

            Let every child honor his gifts, for they are the image of the Gift. The Gift is an infinite thing, symbolized by some mean external object, something that is yours and utterly yours, spiritually can never be taken away. Develop your talents, express your skills -- those are external things but they bring you good practice. If you take pride in your talents rather than the inner source of them, then you are not at all proud, but merely arrogant, you are caught in an external form. You are no better than the pious: you bow to a form rather than a fluid and indefinable reality. The name that can be named is the the eternal Name, the path that can be passes is not the eternal Path.

            Language is upon me, Goddess Lux, Ama's tongue, speaks through me; Legis takes my hand and I take his, the Logos of Legis guides my pen, that finger of Ama, and her bleed my ink -- Draw with Eros but never let the Arrow bite -- She is your High one, but not your wife. I look at the world and see such talent, but nothing I can quite admire. No person who is all, who has achieved all, so few who know how to Write All.

            Language is an oil, the deeds the thing. Yet th deed would be dead without the language to justify and substantiate it. Naming a thing ontologically changes it. Meanings create.

            Explore all your gifts in the name of your Gift. That Gift, to be received, can only be known by practicing a dozen gifts and endless talents. Creativity is the Way of God.

            Language is leaving me. I can say those words, but I can no longer mean them. I am of a new spirit.

            Success is the ability to remain cheerful through every failure. The most generous man knows how to take. It is more blessed to take than to give, when you know how to take with wisdom. What to take, when, with what words, and with what felt meaning, what posture, what feelings -- this is a deep art. A deep wonderful art.

            It is when you put yourself in a gift that you actually give something worth having. The one who created his gift in bliss will heal me. The one who sacrificed and suffered for me casts a pall and a disease over me. Do not bleed for me. Rejoice for me. The gift you enjoy giving heals, the gift that comes from personal sacrifice is a disease.

            Listen to Ama, for she will speak real words directly to your mind and heart. You know she is speaking to you when you feel proud, tender, joyful, and glowing. Whenever there is a feeling of doubt, it is not she you here, for she is true divine in that she cannot be doubted. Only those who never knew her are able to doubt.

            Explore all your gifts, all your givings. Let your bliss emanate upon all life. Be happy in the world and you bless the world. Wish for better worlds and you curse both this world and the next. Life is life and greatly to be lived. Be creative in all you do, let your own style shine. We live on this earth to cultivate our personal style. This body, this life, this place, this house may have its ugly parts, yet it is eternal. In the next cycle, the same house is metamorphosed, so that the beauty of your soul creates your new body. Our inner beauty in this life becomes our external beauty in the next life. All we feel, think, say, and do already builds into our body, into the nerves and muscles, so that when this body metamorphoses, we do not get a new body, we get the old one brought into its Imago, into its higher reality.

            Be mirrors. Mirror the world. Mirror others in how they treat you, in what they say and do, yes, but mirror them a little better. Don't shine back a man's warts, but shine back his hidden divinity. When you show a man how great he can be, and in his innermost already is, you give him his greatest gift: you show him his own hidden worth.

            There was a travelling teacher who would stay at different households who welcomed him and his teachings. He was famed for his generosity, but he never gave any gift. Instead, he showed the hidden value of something his host already owned. A young boy envied his neighbors piano skills, but could not afford a piano. All he had was a tired old guitar his father had left him. The Giver clued him to the eternal lute hidden in that old guitar.

            If you were to give a man his own soul, you would be akin to the evangelists who want to sell you what is yours by right. You already in your innermost contain all you need. The true giver gives you a little something that directs you to the source of all good: the innermost. Yet we are so averse to standing on our own and being our own -- though we think we are the opposite -- that we unconsciously resist the inner divine. How pious, how zealous, how building-smashing blessed people become to escape the inner divine! Anything to escape themselves: drugs, sex, crimes, television, clubs, churches, religions. Instead, sit in front of the mirror and reflect on yourself. You will discover the infinite goodness and utter inexhaustibility of your innermost being. The man who has discovered this needs no teacher.

            The Greeks had a myth of Cupid and Psyche. The allegory can be written straight forwardly in this manner: Love makes Gods of men and women. Love others, but don't love hypocritically, loving them because God said to, or because it is nice and makes blessed. Find something you can truly admire and look up, and find it in every person you know, even the low, the ugly, the mean, the annoying, and the stupid. Very few do we call equals, but every man is better at me in something. And each man can be himself better than I could be that self. When a man comes to his own and his himself, he begins the eternal journey, the path that cannot be passed of eternal growth. He does not retire to his private heaven and worship God as an angel, no. He grows infinitely greater, infinitely more beautiful, flows forever, lives forever, increases, shines and creates forever. This is our Way.

 

 

\ ~@M@~ /

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Monday, May 7, 2012

Playforce and the Ease of Perfection

Playforce and the Ease of Perfection

 

            Playforce is the language whose style is both playful and powerful, like a God in the form of a child. Playwork is the product of such a style and mindset.

            Health for me is never in the suppression of my terrible and demanding affects -- heaven forbid! -- but in the use of every desire, lust, inkling, whim, be it morbid, moribund, or floridly electric. I am a set of intense energies so fiercely coiled that to puncture one would exclude in a typical fury -- I call them "heart storms" -- but the overall balance, when every passion has its flow and use, renders me a man of slack, utterly lazy, a master at doing nothing.

            Only what is done in ease can ever be perfect. But of course, a great thing can only be done in ease after inimitable practice. And one is only willing and able to practice that difficult thing if he has some necessity, some compulsion, some "driving demon" or "inspiring angel."

            Every artist thirsts to be praised for his spiritual triumphs, when he wrestles his God the blessing point, and walks therefore with the limp of exhaustion. His audience does not praise the work that nearly killed him. The naive audience praises that silly easy thing he does with an offhand gesture, without thinking, without hardly trying. The naive audience is right. For great spiritual triumphs can only be appreciated by silent self-praise -- that is best. Nobody else knows the inner of the in of your soul, they can't know what it cost you. But henceforth, all your easy offhand gestures are purified and brought to utter apotheosis, though you know it not.

            The onlooker might be shocked that the artist considers all praise and cheer as nullified by some small fault in his wonderful work. Yet the artist is justified in his lament, because the triumph of the easy part is yesterday's triumph. Today's struggle is upon this small fine point. It is wise to strain a gnat while swallowing camels -- anybody who practices towards perfection knows that. For the outside, us artists and perfectionists seem never satisfied with our work. We are greatly satisfied with our work, and even our self-reproach is a hidden boast.

            Each man's spiritual journey is unique to him, and those who lack sympathy can't appraise what it cost him. The elderly man who finally gained the endurance to complete a jog around the block may have required more will power than the youth who runs the marathon. Only sensitive sympatric understanding can see what is truly beautiful in you.

            So don't pose, and don't try to appeal or please. "Insist on yourself; never imitate. Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a  whole life's cultivation; but of the adopted talent of another, you have only an extemporaneous, half possession. That which each can do best, none but his Maker can teach him. No man yet knows what it is, nor can, till that person has exhibited it. Where is the master who could have taught Shakespeare?" So said Emerson, who in his writing exhibited every beautiful virtue who would laud in another. And he is right, for when you fall back on yourself and your resources, you will see that this new thing you are facing is the same challenge you've struggled with your whole life. Perfection is easy, time is now; Apotheosis beckons, eternity bows. Not only your vital Self, that uncreated, timeless, deathless perfect inner sun can lend you power in your daily doings, but a lifetimes soul of accumulated habits.

            For this, we say that no deed goes unrewarded or unpunished: that you said or did a thing forever changes your body, your body on earth, and its transfiguration into the cosmic body in the next world. Karma is physiologically. Deceive your friend and your throat stiffens. Give aid to the ungrateful relative and though he curses you for your effort, your heart has expanded and your love is greater.

            Practice insistently, challenge yourself every day, always attempt more, stretch yourself daily; let the world praise you for what comes easy to you, but praise yourself for what came only after great struggle.

 

 

 

\ ~@M@~ /

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Sunday, May 6, 2012

failed cake

 

This cake is so imperfect I want to cry. I am used to making $500 dollar cakes on a team where all I do is the decorating – not the baking, the cutting, the stacking, making the chocolate ganache and the buttercream, setting the cake up, and then decorating. In fact, I am ashamed of it. By the time I got to the decorating I was exhausted and couldn’t put my heart into it. But it is my first fully Daniel-made cake. It is a start! Happy 6th birthday, Natalie! I love you!

 

Daniel

 

 

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Saturday, May 5, 2012

2 poems for "Allistic Writing"

I am back on volume 2 of the perfect Idius, which I am entitling “Allistic Writing.” It is an 800 page book on how ot write and live creatively. I think not even a sentence is wasted. But It will take months of editing before it is publishable. I have decided to dedicate the book to “Colleen” – my ideal disciple, my perfect reader, the type of person whom I wrote the book for, an aspiring writer of native brilliance. This first poem is the opener, and the second is the closer of the work. The poetry is not nearly rhetorical enough, rather simple straightforward stuff, but I think contextual it does its job.

 

dani

 

 

For Colleen

 

Our Place

 

There is a secret place

In my secret heart

The center of my central garden

The eternal place

Of utter self

Where no person ever shall approach

Neither man nor woman

Neither God nor Goddess

Can ever know this place.

 

(You are with me here.)

 

 

The pit of our hidden love

Fell like eternity upon this sacred ground

Hidden from the eyes of law and man.

We work in duty while in the world

And never earn a hint of blame,

While the peach of our love grows strong

In this our hidden place

As if it's purity were a crime!

From the tender nestle of vulnerability

Grows our World Tree

Which will fill every place and all the universe

You alone belong in the center of my being.

 

(Here, we are I.)

 

 

Fresh

 

The inner door at

The heart of every song

opens wide for me

Now that I have your love

-- Oh my lover true!

 

The laughter of children

Makes me weep and laugh

Now that I have your love

-- Oh my lover true!

 

Every tear I see

Bleeds my feelings raw

Now that you've melt my heart

-- Oh my lover true!

 

Now that I have your love

I want to see

Every scene of life again

This time with an open heart

that I never knew was closed

Until you opened me

With your love

-- Oh my lover true!

 

 

 

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