03 February, 2012

Shadows to the unseen magician

Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away
(William Hughes Mearns, 1899)

Not a moment goes by when every single one of the Guardian's children does not look upon the skies with an ardent view to seeing what is not there.

We, the advocates of Ascension, hope for what is logically impossible but highly probable. There are times of elation and anticipation mixed with fear-based logic and a dumming down by the Hegemony who have stolen our birth-right to express our free will.

As Shakespeare once lamented, 'My grief lies all within, and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief that swells within silence in the tortured soul.' The grief the Bard spoke of was essentially existential, a malady most common in contemporary society that has become lost in the maze of civilised distraction. Guirdijeff once wrote in The Tale of the Evil Magician about a magician who hypnotised his sheep to not flee because they were the Chosen ones, fleecing and feeding from them while they basked in the glory of an expectant 'heaven' beyond the verdant dales of their home.

We need to wake up. Not through emotions such as love (for this is ephemeral), or experience (for this is biased) but through the knowledge of truth. Embracing the darkness of our own soul, our enemies, our neighbours. Those things we objectify as 'other', that we have judged, condemned, disenfranchised, disempowered. These are not what we judge them to be. These are in fact the stimuli to conscious awakening. In knowing self and thus others, we force our consciousness beyond the hypnosis, beyond the 'sheeple' that we are, beyond the ignorance that has kept us imprisoned. What do we do? How do we approach Ascension? By simply discovering the God within. There should be no shrines or temples but nature; the earth, the oceans, the night sky - these are where we worship that which is within.

We are all rough diamonds, with our feet in the mud and heads in the clouds, sages untutored, wizards unschooled. When we have seen the Disclosure within and embraced the Ascension in every atom of our being, we will realise that we have been, all along, the very God we worshipped for so long; this is the truth that sets us free.