All is Self

I am sure my ham-fisted conveyance (though it is my intention that it be fun for the un-initiated) of the concept of mysticism in the Andy Crowley Saga gets lost in my peculiar penchant for a pulpy preponderance of purple prose. The documentary I share below, however, speaks concisely about the mystical nature of consciousness that is counter to the deluded notion of a distinct self perpetuated by those who would prefer us divided, deluded, disenchanted: labouring in their factories, worshiping in their churches, voting in their elections, shopping in their malls, and warring in their armies.

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Kindnessism

Gentler than Capitalism

More inspiring than Communism

Were the Three Grand Traditions of Limbo

Revere liberty was one

Never raise an angry hand was another

But the highest rule of all

Was keep less for yourself

Than you give to others

“Any one can get rich. But you’re not truly rich until you can give away more than you keep.” The Banjoman tipped his bowler hat. The flare from his amethyst eyes lent a peculiar hue to his crimson gunslinger moustache.

“When we all give more than we take, we are living the mystical truth of all reality.” Suddenly, he was on his feet. The magic banjo on his back struck a dramatic chord.

“Over billions of years, across billions of planes and worlds, few have listened.

And it really is all just as simple as that.”

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What is the Glass Grimoire?

”Just like the prophecy said he would, he came from magicless Earth…

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‘It was a rectangle of light that could tell him anything anyone could ever want to know. The fruit of Eden, dreaded in prophecy from the dawn of the multiverse.”

The Banjoman, was solemn as he pondered the implications of What he was about to say. His bright eyes dimmed and he parted his red gunslinger mustache with the fingers of one hand. Then he whispered the words as though they were an affront to reality and should not have been uttered.

“It was The Glass Grimoire.”

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What is Art?

Fully realized, art is the practice of mysticism

 

The reality we know is the thoughts of the only consciousness there is. Call it Brahma. Call it God. Call it Eden. Call it The All. Call it whatever you will. When you understand what is told here, words and labels and names are beside the point

Each being that is born, is one splintered aspect of this consciousness that has forgotten it is — at its core — an aspect of the mind of The All.

As we grow from children to adults we are conditioned to focus on being the part — not the whole — for this delusion: the delusion of the distinct self is what empowers those who would use us to serve them. Divide and conquer is their modus operandi.

So deluded, we seek to define and embellish the masks and costumes of self we have constructed. This is the nonsense of races and nations, of religions and philosophies, of political parties and social causes. All of it is engineered to compel us to feed the artificial beast of ego so we will remain oblivious to our true nature and so submit willingly to war and toil for our masters in exchange for baubles and trinkets proffered by the idol of the false god they have erected — the economy.

The creative impulse, the impulse to art, is the most direct expression of our true nature. It is love not just for the splinter of The All we initially perceive ourselves to be, but it is an expression of the intent of The All itself through that splinter.

And so it is said, “starving artist!”, “You can not make a living doing that!” “Math is better than writing — and writing is better than art!”

Indeed, the opposite of all these statements is true!

But we are imprisoned by those who would use us to grow their power and wealth.

So we in-turn imprison and subdue the artists within us submitting instead to the pressure to assemble piecemeal the patchwork costumes of self we think will win us favour and fortune from others likewise writhing in the pit of drudgery and delusion.

Each must come to discover by what means they will light within others the lamp that withers that ancient, accursed fruit and shines brightly upon the many paths back to Eden.

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The Cardinal

 

The church says this

The government says that

A cardinal sets upon a branch by a window

Stark against snowy branches

Blazing against pewter sky

A little, the fruit of Eden withers in us

A little, the things conjured to divide us die

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