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Crowley’s Lovechild

Russia declared war on Austro-Hungary to defend the Serbian interests in the Balkans in 1914. This triggered World War One and I’m honored to say that my great grandfather served six consecutive years fighting in the Solunski Front. Germán imperial plans were stunted by Serb and Russian resistance. This triggers many in the world who wish to see a capitulated Russia but this will never happen as Russian history is that of destiny.

Russia is basically Europe located smack dab in Asia, hence Eurasia. Eurasian history—that of despots and great emperors—frames the Eurasian psyche and sets it apart from its nation-building neighbors in the West. Indeed Russia builds the nation not as a social contract but as a testament of empire. Western analysis completely misses the mark with its reproach of Eurasia, for Eurasia is an ideal unlike the western concept of a social contract and more like a social duty such as manifest destiny. Think about the Russian soul as a living spirit, not as a dead ghost. For where there is spirit there is spark ⚡️

The ego, or “I” is not located in the cerebrum or cerebellum nor can it be associated anymore with the mind when the sense of “I” specifically emerges from the body, namely from the solar plexus.

When ego decries “I am the man,” what propels man to action but a flame located in the center of his being. It is from the pits of his bowels where the furnace of digestion keeps a steady fire 🔥 burning the ego. Heaven and hell in a dance of death.

There’s no time to waste

And plenty of time to Taste

The burden of haste

#hayku #poetry

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The House of Ra

I: The Children of Pan

I save her picture on my phone to remind myself that I’m supposed like her, that she’s my sister and a part of me, after all. Still she sparks utter and disgraceful pangs of jealousy in me because of her ambiguous relationship to our estranged brother with whom she communicates on a daily basis. My beloved brother who turned against me. She is my only connection to him and I bear her awkward presence only because she reminds me of that which I covet: our beloved brother Cedric’s undivided attention.

I was the eldest and our father’s favorite. By seven, Father had taught me mathematics, poetry, Sanskrit script, ballet and gymnastics. At twelve I was sent to Regina Observatory of Scientific Art and spent ten years studying with the biggest minds of the century. Cedric was born when I was thirteen years old and Father was starting to go blind. He was raised by Mother who projected all her insecurities into him. Trained in music, art, and mathematics, Cedric excelled at chess. He was calculating and cunning just as his mother had taught him to be in order to control every possible scenario in any potential situation. Mother had taught him to think before he acted, to predict people and situations and their outcomes, hence Cedric was prepared to exist in the future and sacrificed simple temporal sensations and the joys of nonchalantness which were quintessential for happiness. He envies my natural charisma while I coveted and yearned for his attention.

Cedric reminded me of Father who had been my world and had taught me everything I now know. Father was the one who had refined my aesthetic sense and had tuned me like a fine instrument. Cedric observed the way our blinding Father’s eyes gleamed when I walked into the room, how my presence affected him like no one else in the family. He envied the fact that I was the only one who Father entrusted with the key to his library and archives. Cedric sought his father’s trust but his introverted personality repulsed Father so Father always kept Cedric at a distance. Cedric internalized his father’s disappointment in him with resentment for his eldest sister who he had loved like his own mother. After all these years I was lucky if I got a call from him once a year to wish me merry Christmas. He never answered my texts until months later and basically ignored my calls. He played violin in the symphony and his hobby was designing websites— a webmaster who believed himself to be a magician of modern life. He created his own fabulous world of which I played no role except on rare occasion or annual holidays.

This doesn’t bother me as my love for him is boundless and unlimited. He lives with mother in downtown Chicago where I can always find him. One day he will grow up and find me waiting for him as his second mother. He will fall into my arms and I will place his head near my heart and encompass him. He knows this but insists on testing my patience with every waking breath. My sister Meredith and possibly mother were to be my arch nemesis bringing me down to my lowest plane of existence: the feeling of jealousy and disconnectedness from the Family Tree: the Ramirez Dynasty.

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The House of Ra

I: The Children of Pan

I save her picture on my phone to remind myself that I’m supposed like her, that she’s my sister and a part of me, after all. Still she sparks utter and disgraceful pangs of jealousy in me because of her ambiguous relationship to our estranged brother with whom she communicates on a daily basis. My beloved brother who turned against me. She is my only connection to him and I bear her awkward presence only because she reminds me of that which I covet: our beloved brother Cedric’s undivided attention.

I was the eldest and our father’s favorite. By seven, Father had taught me mathematics, poetry, Sanskrit script, ballet and gymnastics. At twelve I was sent to Regina Observatory of Scientific Art and spent ten years studying with the biggest minds of the century. Cedric was born when I was thirteen years old and Father was starting to go blind. He was raised by Mother who projected all her insecurities into him. Trained in music, art, and mathematics, Cedric excelled at chess. He was calculating and cunning just as his mother had taught him to be in order to control every possible scenario in any potential situation. Mother had taught him to think before he acted, to predict people and situations and their outcomes, hence Cedric was prepared to exist in the future and sacrificed simple temporal sensations and the joys of nonchalantness which were quintessential for happiness. He envies my natural charisma while I coveted and yearned for his attention.

Cedric reminded me of Father who had been my world and had taught me everything I now know. Father was the one who had refined my aesthetic sense and had tuned me like a fine instrument. Cedric observed the way our blinding Father’s eyes gleamed when I walked into the room, how my presence affected him like no one else in the family. He envied the fact that I was the only one who Father entrusted with the key to his library and archives. Cedric sought his father’s trust but his introverted personality repulsed Father so Father always kept Cedric at a distance. Cedric internalized his father’s disappointment in him with resentment for his eldest sister who he had loved like his own mother. After all these years I was lucky if I got a call from him once a year to wish me merry Christmas. He never answered my texts until months later and basically ignored my calls. He played violin in the symphony and his hobby was designing websites— a webmaster who believed himself to be a magician of modern life. He created his own fabulous world of which I played no role except on rare occasion or annual holidays.

This doesn’t bother me as my love for him is boundless and unlimited. He lives with mother in downtown Chicago where I can always find him. One day he will grow up and find me waiting for him as his second mother. He will fall into my arms and I will place his head near my heart and encompass him. He knows this but insists on testing my patience with every waking breath. My sister Meredith and possibly mother were to be my arch nemesis bringing me down to my lowest plane of existence: the feeling of jealousy and disconnectedness from the Family Tree: the Ramirez Dynasty.

What do I have to do to get zapped around here?

Happy Summer Solstice nostriches ✨⚡️✨😎✨⚡️✨

Pathos is apathy’s apoteosis

The union of two is three

The cross is four

The star is five

Six is the cube

Seven is the heavens

Eight is infinity

What is nine then

And what happens to ten

Every woman is Shakti (energy or consciousness)

Every man is Shiva (consciousness)

Shiva is Shava (corpse) without Shakti

Astral sex produces spirit children who hang around a person’s astral field. They may be considered as jinn and not all jinn are evil or manipulative. You may ask the spirit children to do tasks for you lest they become futile, restless and nonsensical. Remember these are aspects of your sexual drive so make sure to nurture them properly. For example, Overstimulation and under-stimulation will affect the spirits negatively so maintain a delicate balance between your libido and your astral field in order for it to empower you and not drain or deplete you. Remember we are seeking a balance between repression and expression of sexual urges. Semen retention is recommended for men and women may prolong their climax until the ideal moment when concentration is peak and the benefits are maximum, ie during new or full moons.

To astral sex we go!

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