Revival of the khet.

i feel as though i am being led away by this information inundating my ideas and concepts… the world culture honing itself inside the skull, a spiritual sharpening that creates the notion of knowledge, but reveals only the issues making matters more complex… after hearing the conceptual information about the fourth way and the octaves, my mind won’t relent, and i keep reworking the same facets in my creative implications… the influence of the material is quite striking to take in, and many of these ideas would just go right over my head, but certain aspects stick because of some genuine feature that fits the gaps where questions normally occur instead… a blending of kaballah with slight traits of sikhism, buddhism and the yaqui chronicling of Castenada, and the fourth way teachings of Gurdjieff and Mouravieff and Ouspensky… all jockey to fit somewhere within that great cosmic well of energy… as i learned further about the octaves, i realized that the momentum is from the circulation of some of our core elements, some ascending and some descending at the same time… these magical things float around us constantly, but we are always in fear of the contamination that might change our minds from what we once knew as fact… the signs align, and we are granted an audience with the one and only source of wisdom, though the anticipation can last lifetimes… few denizens of this plane can fully realize the power of information driving their minds and actions, and even fewer still are able to “see” with eyes unclouded… the octaves seem to flow into many different factors that influence existence as we know it today, and of the few fields that i have been able to discern, these are the areas that directly correspond to my life pursuits… colors and symbols and sounds, all of these things blend together in my soul, and resonate deeply with my true self as through all my potential selves… holographically to some degree… a projected copy that “lives” as solid material in a space/ time continuum, that is the shard or dimension of yet more realms of possibility always in flux, and yet that persistent illusion that change is slow and subtle… everything does link together, though, in some fashion that relates its substance to everything else… the strands collide and collect together as tendons or perhaps as threads entwined to create this overwhelming cosmic tapestry that no one person or entity could fathom alone… these mysteries are ancient dynamic forces that arise from the lore amassed throughout ages of trial and error, the interaction between legendary essences materialized to act and shape this world as with every other, and these forces demonstrate the primal dichotomy that occurs as masculine and feminine meet and separate again and again… trying to piece together simple yet bizarrely accurate internal pieces of knowledge, are we the sorcerers demanding to say that we understand, or are we merely assuming that we can figure out an intent through the abstraction of reality?… this suffering cannot cease, even through the slow days there is a tension that will build until it can assume control of the rational part of the mind, and obliterate the emotions like a bomb breaking down communication…

Thanks, khet.