Anhedonia Storm

Haunted Souls Swathed In Immensity

Morning Star, MK ‘26

Hands could never quite grasp it.

Those frigid questions

Boiling, below freezing.

Jets of cold under pressure

Dancing like flames.

Energy in the absence

Solidified in myriad essences

Devoid, without warmth.

Extant yet forgotten

All so effortlessly,

Archaic techniques of ecstasy.

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So different from the stolid and controlled approach of modernity, where any variation from the belt tightened oppression of strict physicality has no place to go save Hell.

Western civilization offers no official opinion on wild natural expression other than to condemn it, makes no space where the living forces are recognized and welcomed, nor even in imagination can separate them from profit and loss. Wild forces, especially those in nature, are just dismissed as storms.

That there is a reality to spirits, that they can cause illness and relieve it; not maybe nor possibly, that there is a vast kingdom that does not respond to strict definitions and attendant categorizations, is simply considered to be unreal and dismissed.

Why must we believe that this condition is eternal? Why should we assume that this form of thinking, and this focus is somehow all there ever is, or ever will be? What would the modern landscape look like, this seance of the normal, if what doesn’t exist becomes important, central even, to what does?

One could offer impassioned pleas to a greater and deeper perspective, arms open with a pure willingness to dive into the mystery, the stuff of experience, so different from considering it as a concept, coldly, from a safe distance.

Spirit of immensity, that essential and wordless perception, cannot simply be relegated to statements or denials. Efforts to do so have failed.

Modernity is a self congratulating paradigm. The assumption is that technology delivers. We have those who fully believe that A.I. will communicate with spirits. Desperately few understand that this savior-like view of technology was present upon the arrival of the telephone; hurry to pick up before the fourth ring, and talk to your favourite deceased novelist, or Jesus.

Modernity and imagination being what it is, there was also an attempt to include in paranormal circles, The Television. Apparently though, there was just too much of a disconnect between mind numbing commercials and the immaterial. The only way the T.V. would work was when it found no signal, and just buzzed with static, a condition some referred to as “snow.”

Regardless, the T.V. was the one example of a technology that failed, which was odd, because it was the first one to deliver fiction as if it were reality, and to convince the credulous that what they sat in front of passively was actually delivering truth.

The reliance on technology to make available the unseen, the unreal. It is almost childish, but unlike the innocence of children, this one is as sinister as the modern world. Technology actually does make some things visible. There is thermal imaging, for example. What is never stated is that the image itself is ordered according to an interpretation, and the interpretation is based upon a series of assumptions.

Somewhere within lies the stubborn faith, a poorly articulated sense that perhaps evokes a certain echoe from previous times and incarnations when mystery and dream was a pathway to wholeness and healing.

“O lord god technology, please bestow upon us that wise advisor, not the liar we whomsoever actually prefer.”- The unstated prayer of the last two centuries.

The language of Immensity is mythic. Myth is the language that must be used to both represent and honour deeper forces. Is it really any wonder that modern thinking equates myth with lies? Yet at the same time modern psyches collapse under the weight of truth. They cannot accept that wars are waged for insider trades and that their shining children are disposable playthings for those who make the decisions.

It wasn’t always so.

Nor was it true amongst all populations.

There has been a great reduction, a stupidification.

Imagine the implications, if Gold itself is now degenerate, wracked with imperfections that have become glaringly obvious since the 1950s?*

Isn’t it interesting that since that time IQ scores have been consistently slipping?

Neanderthal, commonly reviled as the prototypical club swinging cave man, had a cranial capacity of over 1600 cc. Some skeletons were touching at 1900cc, and even higher. What, pray tell is the cranial capacity of the smartest of modern men? Less than 1500cc. It would be embarrassing to ask this question of the masses, as the answer plunges below 1200cc. Modern people like to think of themselves as the apex of evolution, among other things. Its easy to do when they erase the comparisons.

The problems of survival shaped the world the ancestors thrived within. They built tools, made shoes and clothing, created dwellings, practiced fishing and farming. Modern scholarship is fascinated with the material culture they created, from the finest of metalwork, to the fashioning of boats and ships.

Modern people love their image of ferocious warriors killing everyone and taking the gold. They forget, or never knew that those same warriors received gifts from their dead forebearers who had been interred into mounds.

It is odd that while the intricacies of ancient material culture are still wondered at today, the literalist hyper-physical mindset cannot come to terms with the obvious significance of what one might call spiritual life.

Diminishing modern man is forsaking the finer sense that the ancestors applied quite naturally. The modern way is to take the greater world for granted, to view eternity with skepticism, to consider emotion as the highest judgment of everything.

Modern society, having hit the hard limits of their own paradigm, is dealing with it through destroying itself. The essential institutions required to form a functioning civilization have been captured by salacious urges towards wealth accumulation and abuse that inflames an idea of power and control that features harm inflicted upon the helpless.

This exercise of primitive and degenerate proclivity sees itself as rightfully achieving its own florescence. According to the nature of this proclivity it must exist in secret, in order to fully infiltrate and corrupt the system, to leave the appearance that the system continues to function. Western civilization has almost completely achieved this zombie state, and as it pretends still to follow those rituals and observations that have defined it, it no longer is able to hide its lust for helpless victims that it can savage.

The now forgotten hurricane highlighted this shallow evil, where the forces of societal power actively worked against any effort to return functional existence to Appalachia. The narratives of trauma and horror were everywhere, meanwhile the procurers of someone else’s wealth actively doubled down for more.

No one wants to admit that this is the case. The straitjacket of normalcy silences all voices that rise in warning. The ostrich mentality of the seas of humanity is in full go position, shifted into top gear with the loud pedal smashed to the floor.

It really is a case of the power of positive thinking taken to its full pathological conclusion. The mindless happiness of pharmaceutical addicted hopium transformed into a raging fear fest where the enemy is never the one pulling the levers.

Wherefore the civilization that has not yet noticed that it has given away its soul?

Running to your religion that worships other soulless humans?

Perhaps the masses who struggle to get the money truly believe its eternity?

The normal is now the force to make the new victims for the monkeys that pull the levers. Entrapment is the tactic used everywhere, government, corporations, and education. Don’t mention this. Don’t say it aloud. Don’t voice those observations. Keep your head down, and your cell clean.

There is a significant difference between becoming a parasite and entering into the Blackness. Having that Blackness to utterly devour, swallow, remove one’s awareness. There is a difference between dropping wholly into that void, and somehow, due to something you can’t fully name or explain, finding yourself walking out of it, perhaps leaving one wondering what just happened, rather than that simply becoming it. The parasite is different. It is whoring itself out and embodying the creeping black as a servant, exercising it, becoming its arms, its legs, its brain, its actualized disciple.

A society, a grouping of humanity that refuses to take that journey into the Black is going to be forced into it eventually, and that is exactly what is happening today.

Fear the immensity. Run to money. Turn on the T.V. Massed humanity can’t admit or get a handle on where they are heading, so they make ready victims for the vindictive parasite society.

The masses are there to believe in the script. They are bedazzled by the pomp and pageantry. They demand the questioners join them in their artificial circus-or else.

There are those who claim that this is a spiritual reality, just because it has bright lights and loud noises. In the popular imagination, this spirituality is a wholly happy thing. If only enough people adopted the power of positive thinking.

The cult of P.M.A., positive mental attitude, actually affirms the reality of the Black in some most interesting ways. Because it never works for those who wish the hardest, it opens beneath them the gaping jaws of the void. No amount of excuses, or self help institutions can avert the plunge into Black born of failure. The failed state thus becomes a context, even as its oppression and abuse becomes all one can experience. The positivity becomes the slide into the depths of Hell.

The modern manufactured virtual cornucopia of choices is designed to keep it all very shallow and stupid. For the majority this has worked exceptionally well. Having forgotten their own innocence, they never considered that it had a role to play.

Yet it is the innocence that makes the Black, its frozen overpowering of all awareness, of every drop of sentience, the implacable force that paralyzes civilization.

Reality cracks as the terrified mass of mankind would rather run to their abusers than gaze into Black beyond the event horizon. It wasn't always so. Classical society had its myths and its plays, its mysteries and ceremonies. No, modern movies and internet conversations do not come close to the deep transformative forces addressed by the ancients. Any attempt to equate today's transaction based civilization with cosmic forces has long been abandoned, for good reason.

Which means that modernity is blind.

There are still those who have felt the earth tip, become a giant funnel as they danced down the slope. Entered they did into the Black, where no dimension, no time, no true awareness exists.

This is the realm of the genuine shaman, rather than the transactional based variety. No book can give you the void, no shallow paid for guided visualization can bring you there. You find it without looking, and dance into it by dropping down the precipitous slope into Blackness. Simple. It is the risk of never emerging again.

You begin to sense the Black.

You feel yourself rising through it.

The feeling is the motion.

The new day dawns in pain.

How is it you were remade?

Will you be hurled there again?

Will you return, son of the Morning Star?

Modernity wants the journey for free. Modern lever pullers want those bordering on homelessness, the hungry, to bail them out and pay for their unearned indulgences.

Modern people are afraid of the journey. They just want their stake in the world they can feel. They think reducing the gods to symbols makes them into useful crutches.

No one wants to fall from dizzying heights. The plunge is suicide, a desperate end to an unsolvable situation, made all too real by the society terrorized by Black.

I guess no one ever showed them that you have to leave in order to come back.

The Morning Star is now the sign. We have left Templar time. It is the moment for those who have done the work to ascend. What is the Morning Star, the frozen light, cast into the heavens by the travelling Thunder?

It is in fact the light that changes everything. By your light they will know you. By your light they will sing. It is the ascendency, the true one that Christianity attempted to lay claim to, and failed, just as the great Christian civilization now fractures and dies.

The Morning Star is not happy hopium for your vaping device. Its not here to call you on the phone, appear in the static on your TV, speak in a fake AI voice, or tickle your sense of carefully cultivated entitlement.

The Morning Star can break civilizations. It is the light of the burning spirit walking the earth after the great curse has ended. It is the Sword of the Dawn, the detonation of the enlightened. It is all these things and more.

You can only know the Morning Star, the pale horse of dawn, the maker and the giver, the taker, the fire if you have known the Black.

There is no technology to deliver it. This is only a Big Rock Candy Mountain fantasy.

There is no bail out to award it to the undeserving. This is just being stupid and lazy.

There is only the Black, and if you climbed out of it. Did really go in order to return?

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• I am an antifan when it comes to Rudolf Steiner, he was just another Machine God prophet to me, but this article brings up issues regarding modernity that everyone else is blind to. Herein you will find the reference to broken gold.

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