The stuff I did with the Pleiades (opening notes here) plus a bunch of other stuff, including trying to find out why some shithead I’d cursed to die was acting like the turd that wouldn’t flush, led me to discover that the God we can call upon in times of dire need, and also which manifests as a powerful life/death/generative force in some goddesses especially, is that leap and moment of desire towards some state that doesn’t yet exist.
Also probably hijacked in many perceptual formats by this shit but that’s not important right now. It only explains why people who conflate the two can actually fight us off, sometimes - they’re GIVING their para-cosmic umbilical cord of perception to that parasite. But that’s a digression.
My block world stuff led to the realisation that if we’re all just focal points of awareness travelling along filaments of probablistic and willed “reality” (spacetime perception) within the block world, then something still drew us forward, so to speak, in time - irreversably magnetised us to experience “time” as a unidirectional experience.
Precognition was a resonance down emotional pathways, but for most of us even the strongest precognition doesn’t match the power of simple memory.
That force that pulls us “forwards” seems to be totally and solely desire, from which will, love and all other major forces spin forth. Or maybe they’re a part of it.
This shit, in other words - man leaning upwards to aspire/to know/to be/to fuck his perfect holy God, or (viewed from right to left) the brain sending forth power into the observed created object: object of desire, or of self-expression, etc.:
The spark of man, ever going TOWARDS more life, and seldom or never (naturally) from anything.
Desire, manifestation, action, Dynamism, love, want, the monkey mind that searches for more, the observer that manifests what it observes, the cause that precedes effect.
The cool froods who talk about La Santisima Muerte have actually got hold of a massive concept insofar as she embodies one’s own personal conception (and the first conception); life, and the aspiration towards a state of blessed holiness that inspires a bum living in the gutter to drink himself to rapturous states; and death, which is the change of state and which, weirdlty to be honest, I have least to talk about within this specific context.
That spark - that bridging of a gap via energy, consciousness, vision and ideal - IS life.
Also, time’s arrow, hope, and a bunch more stuff.
And you can work with that, fuck with it if you can get behind the scenes enough, even just via Michelangelo’s images, and da Vinci as well (like most geniuses, MAYBE he knew not precisely what he did, he just vomited truth out onto the pavement like a heatsick dog).
This is all purely UPG and if your God/god isn’t to do with this, dismiss it as the ramblings of a lunatic, which it also undeniably is.
~ Amor Vincit Omnia! ~