Mystic Twins

Mystic Twins

 

There are certain numinous or universal mystic symbols, including the mirror, the eye, the mountain, the cave, and the twin.

Every man is self-twinned. The Evil Twin, or lower half is called "flesh" or "matter" or "The Shadow." Every myth, cult, theology, and religion partakes of these eidolons. Whitman said to get a list of Eidolons. Those are the keys on the keyboard, the lowest images, Plato's Cave that allows the forms of heaven to exist at all, the womb tomb of the skull cavern, the eyes the torches, the flesh tortured with tropes on turning in circles, the Sisyphean sun up, sun down, eternal turning of ex-sistence, standing out, which properly is ecstatic, when enthusiasm, inspired, frenzied, filled with divine breath, the breath of life. All religions use the same shapes and ideas. Enki multiplied the languages to destroy the curse of monotheism in praising Enlil, the god who flooded the world. In the Jewish myth, Yahweh floods the earth for being violent, and confuses the language for man working together at peace. Man overwhelms him each time, he the least emanation of Enki god of writing (ME) ab (semen, DNA), and ab (fresh water).

Odin is the mind and Ymir the body. Odin was called Manu at the start, and Ymir called Tuisto = twist = twin. The twisted one. The evil twin. Cain and Abel. Romulus and Remus. The mystery of identical twins is a UNIVERSALLY NUMINOUS trope that all religions endorse and apply. The monotheism of Mazda, he who gave birth to twins, holy spirit and evil spirit, the later called Ahriman, well these myths are biological. They are in our flesh. They are instincts. Confused only at a superficial level. The level of the cortex, the bark, the thin layer of "No." Contradiction is superficial. Extremes meet. Opposites attract. Infinity is zero. There never was a big bang. We are all the singularity as we speak.

Odin's blood went into Loki, and from him into Fenris Wolf, Hel, the bipolar woman, and the World serpent. The serpent is the umbilical chord. The wolf is the womb. Hel is the fetus. Odin had to be reborn by letting the World, Fenrir, "fen dweller, or swamp wolf" wolf him down, and Odin grabs back the hand of Justice, the "right hand of God" Emily D saw amputated from the deity, from Tuesday, from Law and Order, and war as the extreme. He had to get the hoop of life, Gleipnir, the unbreakable cord that is the umbilical chord that holds us all. No string can be cut. It is only reduced to an asymptotic filament. The softest string. Almost nothing. No string was ever cut or can be. String is Eternal.

We are each self-twinned. The Mirror Image. Mattria at time Zero gazed in the mirror womb and listened to her echoes, pregnant with herself. That is you … right NOW! Never were there two.

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Kha (egypt) means spirit as double. In sumerian and coptic and greek "an" means wind and "animates us" gap, gad, chaos is the double. Ama and mattria. The gas the gap the idealized self between me myself and I. The better self and the evil as twin. For never were there two.

Like protozoa, God emanates versions of himself when he becomes too full of himself. Woman is god. All zoa and protozoa double themselves ... zero and even numbers are female.  Gods emanate. And like protozoa ... for we are all mere organelles for protozoa who never dies nor can ... we molt and pass on. Death is a twinkling of an eye by which the ego I ascends to a greater center. Third eye of peace the butterfly wing tipping kaos in the cyclone.

AYA

AYA

 

The players of the game, nameless, faceless, numberless. Pure play is the only rule of the Game. We do it for the LULZ. Conscience and morality and vice and greed are so many MODES of play, strategies which work better or worse depending on the playing field at hand. The AYA has no fame, no past, no future. They are the fingers of AMA. They are pure play. They play to win and know that losing is just another strategy of winning. Challenging Play is their way, autotelos, the means, and end, and the key to self-perpetuation. The Game is Eternal. All shall win the Game in the End.

I have carefully read the book of Hitler, the writings of McDonald, the diatribe of Luther and such when those thoughts were illegalized by the thought police. It was infamy to even know the names of the books. Nor did they wow me. I took them for what they were worth. Hardly more. They did not win me. They meant something else. How could I be pro- or anti—Semitic? How could I be pro- or anti- anything? Antichrist? Antimormon? True Believer? These are so many deceiving sub roles. The AYA are pure players of the game. Their Way is strategy. All roads lead home. Do as thou List, but follow the path to the end.

I refuse the hypnotism of mass media. Hating this group X was illegal. Now it's in fashion. Hating this group Y was moral, and all who refused were socially stigmatized. Moves in the game. Strategies. They ADOPT the moral tone or the mannerisms of self-righteousness or open cynicism, or sneering disdain. Those are only masks. AYA are faceless, nameless, numberless. They are WEIRDS of pure play. They are the fingers of the All. The All-She, Mattriama, AMA our Mother. We too partake of the All and in ourselves are each an All. We too play the game with and for and against ourselves and all others, always and forever, VIVOCE. Cooperative games and competitive games with and against ourselves and all others in many many ways.

People vote as a newpaper tells them. My friend Iven always followed which way the wind blows so he could fall face down in trying to escape it. For or Against? Meaningless. Good or Evil? Bad or great? These are words that change like seasons or political speeches. Endlessly repeated. Just miming, spellcasting, hypnotizing. A newspaper written 100 years ago could be printed today, with updated dates, and nobody would flinch.

We are not FOR or AGAINST anybody or any group. We play the game. That's all. We are Players. We are AYA. Yet even that, the infinite fingers of the centipedal hypnogorgon who pulls all the strings, that's just the nerves, and every nerve cell is a million times more complicated than all computers on earth put together. Every single one. Every single nerve in your body touches by subtle extensions and quantum entangling ALL nerves everywhere. The brain and mind of ALL.

The playing board is spacetime. The skin of Mattriama. Pure white. Pure MEANING. Sense absolute. Her hair is pitch. Asymptoptic impossible points. She is science, religion, magic, superstition, reason, madness, logic — every mode possible and impossible is hers to own and win by. By winning we are won.

As AYA, we may take a persona, a personality, a pose, an attitude, a stance, a stand. As strategy. Not as autotelic. Winning forever and forever more is the only way to ALLNESS, past angel, god, superdeity, pantheon, pantheism, on up to Whitman's name for the ultimate person: KOSMOS. Such are we already inasmuch as we may see this is already achieved. Not demigods, gods, or even AYA alone, each of us countless millions of intelligences, nameless, all names, numberless, all numbers. The name that can be Named is not the Eternal Name. Undefinable definer of all that is defined? The AYA. That is our means to mastery and all-such ascendence. We are each the formless womb that forms all things.

Life is The Game!

Play or be played

We only Lose when we take it too seriously. Life is far too important to take seriously.
Gravitas is just one more sounding through, one more supersonic device, one more mask, one more persona. All talk is impersonating a person supposed to exist, a fashioned fiction within us.

Prepare to be everybody and everything.

Then your Aboriginal Self will utter the Word none may say, no gods or God or Mattriama herself, your unrepeatable innermost NAME. All must confess Thou Art Lord. The Adored of ALL. Allmother AMA.

Till then, we are AYA.

Worst Customer Service Failure in my LIFE!

Worst Customer Service Failure in my LIFE!

Cascade McDonald Manager deserves to suffer the reign of terror of a that-time-of-month Karen, Karenizing for Justice and all that is Good and Holy fast food. She is our white knight, our Valkyrie -- but I am a gentlemen and would prefer to suffer than to complain at some hapless customer service worker who isn't even responsible for management's follies, wondering how he will pay off his college debt if he can't keep this "least of all possible jobs," feeling abused by self-entitled losers who lack a puppy at home to kick in the face -- apparently.

I work in customer service and have had some "mighty fine gentlemen" as customers, store code at our Starbucks for absolute bitch or cretin-spittle assholes. I never wanted to be a karen. My heart goes out to customer service workers everywhere.

Tonight I experienced the WORST customer service interaction of my long, 45-year-old life. By the end of the interaction, I was seething and chanting, "KARANIZE THIS BITCH" -- though my daughter, who hasn't had panic attack in over 5 years -- she's come so far with her mental health since her tweens! -- back when she was eleven, was having a panic attack and I respect her needs over mine, so I kept as polite as possible.

Wife placed order at 955. She had difficult day with chores and such and wanted us to work out a dinner and was waiting for us to come home so she could sleep. She was holding out, conscientious she, to ensure her family was safe, healthy, happy.

I also told a friend I would meet her online at 1030pm and my word matters to me and my family and friends. I hate to break such duty and obligation as honoring my own word.

We pulled up to the drive thru and a robotic fake-human asked if we ordered with your online app. I said yes. I waited. And waited. And waited. Ten minutes. The other guy who went to your second, farther out, alternative lane got serviced and swung around and got his food. I didn't want to be rude, but I just I pulled to the to the first window. A woman made eye-contact with me and ignored me while she counted out money. Change of shift? I can forgive that. Those are stressful for staff. She made eye contact but in no further way recognized my existence as a living human being. I pulled to second window. Waited. Made eye-contact again, with another staff. Was ignored. Are they being robbed? Should I dial the police? Does an ex gf work here? What the heckles? And they were up! My hackles were jacked, my friend. Not often can I get miffed like this!

I went in to the actual physical lobby to get my order in person, and waited for ten minutes more and at their front desk they ignored me after making eye contact.

I went back outside. Confirmed order with wife. Said it aloud three times to be sure, prepared to say it again. Drove around. Guy in front of me just left after making his order. A man did confirm the order was in the system and to pick it up at the second, service-fulfillment window. Prior guy pulled away. I waited. Again. After five minutes a young woman looked confused that they had no order for me. I asked quietly if they were ill-managed. She looked around cautiously. I said, just nod if your management is bad. She nodded. Her heart looked pained. Shame and terror claimed her face but she hid it under her costumer service mask. Tragic, this one.

I pulled around again and this time the guy taking my order asked me the letter/number code five times. I said, Should I come to the window to tell you? He said okay. I did. I told it to him. He said pull ahead. I went to the second window. They said the order was invalid. Not in the system. Did I go to the right McDonalds? Very much yes, I said and insisted. I gave my order number again and this time it finally worked.

They gave me the blue slushy drink I ordered, twice in a row. Two different sizes. I ordered one, small, and also received a large extra. Confusing! I promised my daughter I wouldn't say a thing because she was having panic attack. I finally did get my order -- we left. And my 16-year-old daughter WEPT on the way home. She doesn't do that. At all. She's hilarious and strong and amazing. They reduced her to tears. And myself to palpitations.

I don't want a coupon, or an apology, or an explanation. Those are cheap and you have a multibillion corporation. You can spit those out like bits of lard.  I had felt my blood pressure rising. I've never had a heart attack but I do take blood pressure medicine. Your entire corporation lacks the resources to pay me back and the level I respect my own time and how I am treated. You lack the funds. Don't try. All I ask is you get your store in Cascade Michigan, 28th street in order, lest some man less self-controlled than me can order in a reign of terror, a reign of Karen, and Karennize your behinds in a way you totally deserve. For my part, I would rather eat out of a city trash dumpster than return to that living nightmare you call a McDonalds!

Daniel Christopher Williston June

Praying for the Impossible

Praying for the Impossible

 

Every single thing you ever ask of AMA, pray, complained, will be answered in the most courteous way. The mustard seed stands for the infinitesimal, the mushroom spore, the thing that is infinitesimally unlikely. Some things really are impossible. Because they are unthinkable. We can never be tempted because the universe herself can't think of the unthinkable. Yet.

An infinitesimal means infinitely small. Chance. The worst odds of all times. It would take a miracle. If you can ask for it you CAN have it and actually do have it. If only you knew: every promise is honored eventually, every wish upon a star or birthday cake granted. For is something is asymptotically impossible to happen, in an infinite universe, it will happen at some time and some place exactly once. And once that happens, the adds improve. Whether if withing ten million years are right this second, every dream, hope, wish, beg, plea, request, bargain, deal, exchange will be answered TO THE LETTER. So my friend, don't be afraid to dream. You will achieve it in SOME WAY this life time, that is the mustards seed mushroom spore infinitesimal. And every lifetime more and more. You grow more aligned to your god till you get everything instantly. Then you surpass him and are under the Game, the AYA, the unnamable unnumerable players of the same. Don't be afraid. Ask and you will receive. Immediately in some infinitesimal way, and eventually, ALL THE WAY.

Every time this happens, the universe grows, and something unthinkable becomes thinkable for the first time. A mustard seed. A Mushroom spore. Somewhere some time it has been answered. Keep praying so it builds resonance over time!

ALCHEMY

Al-Chemistry comes from Egypt

 

The Egyptians of the Chem river studied the ISIS, their river goddess, and learned the art of chemistry. Chem is a river of change. Heraclitus flux. It ever changes AND is ever the same.

Egypt was attacked by a mysterious people called "the sea people." The defeated them only after 100 years of foreign rule. Historians have no clue who these sea people are. But you and I know of course.

In the desert? A sea? Yes, the desert is a sea. We may swim in it as water or walk on it as sand depending on which way we want to move at the time.

Dehydrated water is sand. ALL water ALWAYS has a mineral residue. It is not that minerals get mixed in and boil out. The minerals themselves ARE water. Minerals are water already. We can turn water into sand and walk around it Jesus style. No big deal. We can pull a full river out of a single rock. All earth, all mountains, all sand, all rocks are FULL of water. Rocks devoid of water, electrically charged, is dust. Death. But only in hell does the shifting of dust seem like dust in the wind. The dust is in the human being, and that is the hidden water around all dust all the time.

Every snowflake is unique, every sand particle is unique. Each has its shape, and always will take a mode or overtone of that, and no other single drop of water can freeze into such an angel, such a nerve cell, nor can you ever manufacture a sand that is the same shape. Unless you teleport the sand to more than one place, existing in multi dimensions at once. Every single drop in the ocean remains an individual. Bring it up to heaven and it becomes a snow angel. Bring sand down to hell and it because completely transparent glass. The Saints in revelation worshipped Yahweh on an ocean of glass, throwing their burning gold crowns at him again and again. They are the same thing, mineral water. All water is mineral water. All minerals have water in them. Moses could knock a rock and make it well up not by miracle of god, but MAGIC of God, known to the Egyptians, who converted their lead into gold, the alchemist's trick. Their pyramids appear to be sand to us. They are actually individual drops of water, frozen in time. Alchemical inversions. Nature does this all the time. The deserts don't hid or occult or contain a hidden city. Every sand is a person and place in the shifting sands. To the sand, we move at the speed of light, each person, and we take the sand and dust with us on our way.

Every parasite pays its way. Mosquitos sometimes spread disease. But they are vampires. Vampires turn blood into wine. The viruses inside get turned inside out into inoculations. Mosquitos are needles and shots that itch a bit, that is the body reacting to the MEDICINE every mosquito gives with a bite. Every mosquito bite saved your life. Their spit is medicine. Semen and fresh water and spit is "ab" as the God Enki called his being, the ME, the crystallic logic that seems to move in water, with his "Mes" true from the Ab-Zu touching every single reality. Not the blood stream. That is Mary, the ocean, the mother of all. Inside the blood stream is a river that works exactly in reverse, and its substance is ether. The flora and fauna of the guts is the flora and fauna of the world. The two are one. We are not on earth but walking through our own intestines. Worm holes. Trips through space. Hyperspeed. Hyperreality. As above, so below. As without, so within.

Ice can convert into iron.

Death is passing and eternity is staying. We always do both all the time. Our body is covered in dead skin. Some animals only see our plasma. They call us ghosts. Others just see our skin. They call is Djinn. They don't see the fire of our blood, they see the sandstorm of our circulating skin which also sheds in as well as out. Skin grows in two directions at once and is ALWAYS alive.

The Oak was the first tree. Every tree is on fire. Every single bush is on fire. It is sacred when we can SEE this. Look microscopically at wood and you will see it is literally on fire in tiny ways all the time.

Batteries are polar. They charge themselves in opposite directions. All batteries are an endless source of power. All machines are perpetual motion machines. All life is eternal. The Proto-Life, protozoa by definition never died, but is alive and immortal for all time. The universe herself is that protozoa. The alchemists call her call her Uroborus. She never dies or can. She can only split. And every splitting is a merging Of DNA. Mitosis works in two directions. Literal ALL writing is DNA. Is ME. All writing is a spell. The hollowed out space is hallowed. A void is ALWAYS filled with ETHER. Or spirit. Cancer is not a disease but the converting of the body into a god. It is a lucky thing to die this way, if you only knew! The Indians smoked the peace pipe and became gods. We at this lower place become cancerous too. We don't die at all. We just suffer a bit. There are literally billions of cancerous cells in your body. Your immune system converts them into healthy mutations. Every single DNA in your body edits itself and writes more ALL the time.

Every single drop of water added to the ocean expands into plasma and fills the ENTIRE thing. Every single drop is an ocean unto itself.

And so on.

Personal Update

Who do I Believe In? Books! (an update on my life)

 

I'm a book worm. I evolved from one anyway. I eat their souls now rather than their paper medium. Unless I am committing a sacred vow to my flesh: then I will pulp and swallow a glyph of magic on a piece of paper. Like bubble gum, parts of them stay in our digestive track for twenty years. I told a friend the intestines are the world servant. Alexander conquered the world and died because he cut his thread, the guardian knot, instead of untying it. Secret this: every single string, even cut, has an invisible gossamer between the two. String is eternal. Atropos didn't know this fatal fact. The part of you your mother owns forever she will take back, in reverse of all the things you did in this life before a death, and she will take a tax for every layer of life, every cut string, so long as you are still bothering to die. You need not of course. My translation of the Gospel of Thomas has Jesus say rightly, "whomsoever discovers the secret meaning of these sayings shall never taste death." I got to the bottom of Jesus.

Some people say I pick on him but that's just to wake you sleepers up. I learned all from him. He bowed to me, I stepped on his back, and climbed up the next rung. Who was Emerson. Then Nietzsche. Then Kenneth Burke. I am returning now to celebrate the eternal life of my friend, Piers Anthony, whose Xanth series, in the person and seed of "Heaven Cent" arrived in the hands of this little monster – for I blamed myself for my parents divorce, I am a monster, and became obsessed with all the monsters of the world … well Dolph the main character can change into any monster he wants. That is his magical talent. And he attracts a lot of sexy adult women. He was a child of nine. Same as me when I found that book, or Anthony Found me out. Thirty some years prior. Wow!

Jillian bought me a Monster Manual for Christmas. I am studying it tonight while listening to music. All these monsters exist in some dimension or plane of reality, for facts and fictions are both etymologically "fashioned things" and as everything that exists also exists within me, I am the dungeon of a bestiary of beasts, every mythological creature to ever exist. I remember my childhood now! I LOVED this stuff.

Wrote a letter to Piers now that I am for a moment smiling and up. Before I fall back into sleep and depression. Writing what I can. Tongue is on fire with the burning dove and robin red breasts phoenix of my every song. That snail in the shell, its skull, the snail my tongue, with his antennas that hear so many vibrations, the inspiration called telepathy, for ever world ever described in a novel or religion actually exists … but I am more tired then I sound.

Natalie my first born and most successful child, aspiring goddess, special needs for special being, is being honored with a reward of student of the month. Tomorrow at one, I will join her. Am I the only who sees the goddess she soon will reveal herself to be? What is called a curse or worse by those in hell is the trembling of an angel before she falls up into the sky as a deity of the greatest heights. I see through her disguise. I am honored she chose me and Sherry of all people to be her parents. I hope one day to be worthy of you. Remember me! Bring me too!

I am reading Piers Anthony's latest Xanth novel, Three Novel Nymphs. Reading the monster manual from Lama Jamyang Jigmy (silly Jilly). I will send out a valentines song on the fourteenth. A song for my wives Jillian and Sherry, the same person in different lifetimes.

Going to see they might be giants in April with good friend Anna. Lots to look forward to. I love the moments I am up. When I am down?

But what is darkness but light we are blind to? Every black hold is actually a white whole when seen from above rather than below. With higher eyes, every happy moment of our lives was with an angel or god joining us. Enthusiasm! AMA, I am ecstatic with my existence today! My spring and summer came a little early this year. Did some spring cleaning today.

I keep my todo filled. The busy bee forgets her sorrows! And lives in a room layered in golden sweetness. True Gold. Edible Gold. The heart of the lion is a comb of honey, for within the strong honey-blonde lion such sweetness … so sweet. I Daniel in the lions den, this area, with all those sunny golden honey lions sleeping next to me, often in the forms of the two cats, Mouth and Munch AMA gave our house … but I am laughing! I feel childish and alive today. I am naked as a tot with the One I Love in another plane of being. This lower body feels their bliss. Every layer of existence bleeds into the next. From hell, the government is a failure, world news is a terror, this obscene MAYA of mere seem. When you put on my AMA goggles, you will see that every terror, every obscenity, ever injustice, is a loving beautiful act of god … Her name is Comos, beauty, and Whitman, who is what Odin became when he emanated himself in the states, well, he told us Americans we must all be a KOSMOS. He ought to know. Odin's twin is Ymir, Tuiso, twin, he sacrificed his mortal side and made a universe of it. God and Giants. So we all are. The body is a giant. Mattria. The heart is a God. AMA. Ymir comes back to be Loki, just Odin again, his shadow being.

I could explain these myths all day. The Christian and Hebrew too, the Indian, the Norse. And I myself write myths I don't share with you. I write about eight more times than I share!

Take care, Caretaker!

88

"Usury"

Usury

 

God is Just. Ma-at balances all. Her laws are the original for the ten commandments. She is Lady Justice, as we imagine her on the scale, and Daniel the prophet learned from her his vision of a last Judgment. Like circumcision, and monotheism itself, the Jews learned this FROM the Egyptians. Not OUR Egypt. The extensive records we have fully intact mention nothing whatsoever of the fantastical and exaggerated stories of the Bible. We could call it pure fiction, lala land, the land of nod (dreams), and so other dimensions seem to us. That is, our Jews are aliens. As we all are. From a parallel universe. Surely, Yahweh wished his line, which he himself had sex with Eve to make Cain, and Adam made Seth after his own image, these are scripturally precise passages. The Jews wont to put there seed around ever star and upon ever piece of sand, which at our level looks like a planet.

Joseph ascended to great fame through no worth of his own. Yahweh made him "lucky" as Tinsdale rightly translated the word, and it really means "handsome" or "charming." He used his power of divination to usuriously tax all surrounded nations. Inside trading. He would know about the seven years and seven years. This, my friends is cheating, even if, ESPECIALLY if a god gets involved. Therefore, the Jews had to pay back what they STOLE from Egypt. Hence the slavery of the Jews. Fully deserved. They had to pay their due.

So, Usury, the BETE NOIR of Ezra, who in is mantic and ecstatic revelations in his Radio Speeches, which literary critic Howard Bloom recommends people first read, spoke in mania, for the poet was like all poets bipolar, and the US put him in bedlam against the law, illegally inturned for twelve years. Ezra never broke down. Never apologized. But in his old age, he felt guilty and repentant. So it seems! He died with one blue eye open: a wink, and window in to the REAL magic he has done, and how the States OWE him much more than they will ever be able to pay.

I will say more later.

Every dollar we earn is invested with our power and love, care, or crea. Everything you own will come back to you. If it ever leaves, it brings more back to you. Giving to the poor is the true inside deal. Giving away everything without exception is the way to be actually rich. Not rich in friends, rich in love, rich in God's supposed blessing. I mean, you are sending your people out to conquer the world. Some of those servants you give 500 will earn 500 more. Some you give a dollar two, they bury it in the ground. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer. What you own will always come back to you with greater wealth for you to own. If you wrap your mana in jars, the maggots will get them. Bread, the breadwinners money, is blood, and must keep circulating. As you spend it out, it REMAINS yours. Blood and money are literally one thing. If you squint. If you see through the lie of common sense and the obvious.

In the grand scheme of thing, nobody can steal, nobody can steal the truth and lie, nobody can disguise their actual ugliness. God is Just. Maat, Lady Justice, balances all. And the "Final Judgment" happens in fact every single day!

As for Ezra, one day I will introduce him to you. He is a part of the literary tree of our genius of American genealogy: Cotton Mathers, the founding fathers, the oversoul with his blue eyes the ocean in the sky, Emerson, and everybody who learns from him. A line. A tradition. An unbreakable chain of being. We have a hook in heaven. Emerson through that hook into the eye of heaven. His leavened bread takes the fall afflatus down for those who know how to dine on heavenly loaves of heavenly bread, the AMA-inspired divine books written by our own American Fathers.

Pound for Pound, we shall have him!