The Truth Behind Friday The 13th
September 14, 2013 § Leave a comment
In 1118, when Hugh de Payens and eight other knights held a meeting in the courtyard of an old abandoned castle, they took a vow of love for all humanity. Two centuries later, there were more than five thousand benefices spread throughout the known world; they reconciled two activities that until then had appeared to be incompatible: the military life and the religious one.
Donations from the members and from grateful pilgrims allowed the Order of the Knights Templars to accumulate incalculable wealth, which was used more than once to ransom important Christians who had been kidnapped by the Muslims. The honesty of the Knights was such that kings and nobles entrusted their valuables to the Templars and traveled only with a document that attested to the existence of their wealth. This document could be redeemed at any castle of the Order of the Templars for an equivalent sum, giving rise to the letter of credit that is used today…
…But as with everything that happens before its time, the Templars came to be viewed with suspicion. The great kings sought to hold economic power, and religious liberalism was regarded as a threat to the [Catholic] Church.
On Friday, October 13, 1307, the Vatican and the major European states unleashed one of the most massive police operations of the Middle Ages: during the night, the main leaders of the Templars were seized in their castles and thrown in prison. They were accused of practicing secret ceremonies, including the worship of the devil, of blasphemy against Jesus Christ, of orgiastic rituals, and of engaging in sodomy with their apprentices.
Following a violent sequence of torture, renunciation, and treason, the Order of the Templars was erased from the map of medieval history. Their treasures were confiscated, and their members scattered throughout the world. The last master of the Order, Jacques de Molay, was burned at the stake in the center of Paris, along with a fellow Knight. His last request was that he be allowed “to die looking at the towers of the Cathedral of Nortre Dame”.
~ from The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho ~
Note: for a more in-depth study of the Knights Templar, the book “Holy Blood, Holy Grail” by Michael Baigent, Richard Leigh, and Henry Lincoln is recommended.
…Florinda, the witch.
August 19, 2013 § Leave a comment
To call them sorcerers is not my choice.
Brujo or Bruja, which mean sorcerer or witch, are the Spanish terms they themselves use to denote a male or female practitioner.
I have always resented the negative connotation of those words. But the sorcerers themselves put me at ease, once and for all, by explaining that what is meant by sorcery is something quite abstract: the ability, which some people develop, to expand the limits of normal perception. The abstract quality of sorcery voids automatically, then, any positive or negative connotation of terms used to describe its practitioners.
Expanding the limits of normal perception is a concept that stems from the sorcerers’ belief that our choices in life are limited, due to the fact that they are defined by the social order.
Sorcerers believe that the social order sets up our lists of options, but we do the rest: by accepting only these choices, we set a limit to our nearly limitless possibilities.
This limitation, they say, fortunately applies only to our social side and not to the other side of us: a practically inaccessible side, which is not in the realm of ordinary awareness.
[Practitioners’] main endeavor, therefore, is to uncover that side. They do this by breaking the frail, yet resilient, shield of human assumptions about what we are and what we are capable of being.
Sorcerers acknowledge that in our world of daily affairs there are people who probe into the unknown in pursuit of alternative views of reality. They contend that the ideal consequences of such probings should be the capacity to draw from our findings the necessary energy to change and to detach ourselves from our definition of reality. But they argue that unfortunately such probings are essentially mental endeavors. New thoughts, new ideas hardly ever change us.
One of the things I learned in the sorcerers’ world was that without retreating from the world, and without injuring themselves in the process, sorcerers do accomplish the magnificent task of breaking the agreement that has defined reality.
~ written by Florinda Donner, from ‘Being-in-Dreaming’ ~
Of Revenge (cir. 1625)
July 29, 2013 § Leave a comment
Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more man’s nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out. For as for the first wrong, it doth but offend the law, but the revenge of that wrong putteth the law out of office. Certainly in taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy, but in passing it over, he is superior, for it is a prince’s part to pardon.
And Salomon, I am sure, saith, It is the glory of a man to pass by an offence (Proverbs 19:11). That which is past is gone & irrevocable, and wise men have enough to do with things present and to come; therefore they do but trifle with themselves that labour in past matters.
There is no man doth a wrong for the wrong’s sake, but thereby to purchase himself profit, or pleasure, or honour, or the like. Therefore why should I be angry with a man for loving himself better than me? And if any man should do wrong merely out of ill nature, why, yet it is but like the thorn or briar, which prick and scratch because they can do no other.
The most tolerable sort of revenge is for those wrongs which there is no law to remedy, but then let a man take heed the revenge be such as there is no law to punish; else a man’s enemy is still beforehand, and it is two for one.
Some, when they take revenge, are desirous the party should know whence it cometh. This the more generous. For the delight seemeth to be not so much in doing the hurt as in making the party repent. But base and crafty cowards are like the arrow that flieth in the dark. Cosmus, Duke of Florence, had a desperate saying against perfidious or neglecting friends, as if those wrongs were unpardonable: You shall read that we are commanded to forgive our enemies; but you never read that we are commanded to forgive our friends. But yet the spirit of Job was in a better tune: Shall we take good at God’s hands, and not be content to take evil also? (Job 2:10)
And so of friends in a proportion.
This is certain, that a man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.
Public revenges are for the most part fortunate, as that for the death of Caesar, for the death of Pertinax, for the death of Henry the Third of France, and many more. But in private revenges it is not so. Nay rather, vindictive persons live the life of witches, who, as they are mischievous, so end they infortunate.
~ written by Francis Bacon ~
The Human Perfected
May 30, 2013 § Leave a comment
I have now, My dear [Kindred], given you all the essential information upon this subject in brief form. I shall describe the work of translation in the sequel.
The High Priest (Universe, or, One who lives in The Mind, or, One who is One with The Universe, i.e. Macrocosm) selected Men (people or thoughts) of the finest character and the highest culture, such as one would expect from Their noble parentage.
They were Men & Women who had not only acquired proficiency in Jewish literature, but had studied most carefully that of the Greeks as well.
They were specially qualified therefore for serving on embassies and They undertook this duty whenever it was necessary.
They possessed a great facility for conferences and the discussion of problems connected with the law.
They espoused the middle course – and this is always the best course to pursue.
They abjured the rough and uncouth manner in mankind.
Truly They were altogether above pride, and yet, rightfully with grace, They assumed an air of superiority over others, and in conversation of any depth, They were ready to listen and give an honest answer to every question.
All of Them diligently observed these tenets, more-so, and were enthused, above, beyond & within, to excel.
They were, all of Them, worthy of Themself and of Their own particular virtue.
~ from The Forgotten Books of Eden ~
Life & Work
April 1, 2013 § Leave a comment
Life is a battle, and to fight that battle heroically and well is the great purpose of every man’s existence, who is worthy and fit to live at all.
To stem the strong currents of adversity, to advance in despite of all obstacles, to snatch victory from the jealous grasp of fortune, to become a chief and a leader among men, to rise to rank and power by eloquence, courage, perseverance, study, energy, activity, discouraged by no reverses, impatient of no delays, deterred by no hazards; to win wealth, to subjugate men by our intellect, the very elements by our audacity, to succeed, to prosper, to thrive; – thus it is, according to the general understanding, that one fights well the battle of life.
Even to succeed in business by that boldness which halts for no risks, that [grit] which stakes all upon hazardous chances; by the shrewdness of the close dealer, the boldness of the unscrupulous operator, even by the knaveries of the stock-board and the gold-room; to crawl up into place by disreputable means or the votes of brutal ignorance, – these also are deemed to be among the great successes of life.
But that which is the greatest battle, and in which the truest honor and most real success are to be won, is that which our intellect and reason and moral sense, our spiritual natures, fight against our sensual appetites and evil passions, our earthly and material or animal nature. Therein only are the true glories of heroism to be won, there only the successes that entitle us to triumphs.
In every human life that battle is fought; and those who win…often suffer ignominious defeat and disastrous rout, and discomfiture and shameful downfall in this encounter.
~ from The Sublime Prince of The Royal Secret (1871) ~
Compendium of The In-crowd (a story of modern teens)
February 19, 2013 § Leave a comment
Author’s note: mature content.
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I hereby declare, on My Nobility, that the following, hereafter, are the customs, therefore, being the rules of culture, regarding The New In-crowd. These are laws & experiments from Ancient Ages to the Current.
The first tenet is: Know Thyself.
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Ander stopped writing.
He was stuck in a moment’s worth of contemplation inspired by those last two words.
Know Thyself.
He knew that his classmates would read this report, as well as the faculty. The teenagers in his Junior class, he felt, would not understand his intention, nor would the rest of the school.
This was his sounding board, though – being the Free Speech columnist for Mansa Musa High School’s weekly blog. He was only, and actually, reinventing-the-wheel. But not the common man’s way of defining reinvent.
Invent is a word that was usually understood; “re-, however, has lost its true function.” Ander said out loud.
Being a self-declared Etymologist, Ander loved the study of a word. His Father taught him the importance of knowing the variety of definitions in all words, in every syllable, and its relevance and meaning throughout history. Definitions evolved over time, and new words were added to our conversations, daily, along with our accredited dictionaries.
Ander perseverated on the prefix re-; Once more; afresh; anew; with return to a previous state; mutually; behind or after.
“I’d love to be able to dump a bunch of useful information into the minds of My peers, without speaking or writing. By merely thinking a thing, and it would waft and wane in the psyches of everyone. That’s true power.” Ander said while bending down to stroke the muzzle of his beloved 3-year-old Dogue de Bordeaux.
“Isn’t that right, Osiris?”
The Bordeaux tilted his head to the left then licked his master’s nose. Ander returned his attention to his computer.
Know Thyself.
This term, Ander continued writing, is to be thoroughly understood as the Absolute Culmination of a Person’s Existence.
To Know Thyself is the superpower, innate in all Humans, to be, to do, and to have, whatever thine Nature desires for its mirth and perpetuity. All subsequent laws are based and derived from the root of this Aleph Command.
“Aleph is really gonna jack everyone’s brain off.” Ander said to Osiris.
He closed his MacBook Air, deciding that that was enough for tonight – the article wasn’t due until next Friday.
Ander had chosen, when asked to write this column, that it’d be bi-weekly, giving him ample time to allow his subconscious to penetrate his conscious mind with inspiration.
He didn’t struggle with feelings of inadequacy and insecurity regarding himself nor his writing. He was certain that all who read his section of the blog would be taught and directed wisely. The people loved what he wrote.
Confidence came naturally to Ander. He was handsome, of medium height, broad-shouldered, robust, burly, and portly for his young age, which didn’t deter girls, and he wore his hair scruffy – he was going for a nice head of thin dreadlocks.
He was secure in his Nature; for he understood, accepted, and loved what he was, how he thought, and how he looked.
This certainty within afforded him the grace to be liked by every clique in the school. He had his go-to peeps, his inner-circle, but he enjoyed muddling with all the groupings.
Everyone had their own particular brand of coolness, and everyone had the exact same insecurities that everyone else had. So, knowing this, he thought, there was no logical and emotional reason to not like Myself – if we all fought the same wars with appearances, sex, belonging, attention-getting, and success, then all I need to do is be content with everything that I am to attain all that I want; the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful. Everything.
Ander grabbed his special-edition, (Product) Red, 256gb iPhone 7…plenty of texts and emails for a popularly self-made teenage intellectual.
He scrolled through the bullshit to find a text from his girlfriend.
Edelweiss – named after the flower, not the song from The Sound of Music, and of Ghanian/Choctaw descent; her Great Grandfather was an immigrant during the 1930’s, her Great Grandmother, a jazz singer at The Cotton Club.
She was the blog’s editor, a Senior, and the girl everyone deemed the most likely to be the hottest POTUS, ever. She had a fancy for presidential history of the U.S., as was evident by the fact that she renamed the school’s blog, The Obamater.
The cello was her favorite instrument, though she didn’t play.
Edelweiss was the one who recruited Ander to write the Free Speech column. She wanted, as she stated to him in the final interview, “…an across-the-board, popular, erudite Junior who could maneuver through the trenches of all the social sects; one who was respected, and adhered to.. ”
He smiled, recapitulating that particular interview. “She so won Me.” He thought, his mind returning to the present moment while rereading her text:
Edelweiss: All I can think about is fucking you.
Another thing Ander dug about Edelweiss was her bluntness. Flirting is obsolete. The girl of today was direct about what she wanted…topic for the next article, Ander thought.
Ander: Funny, ’cause I can think about a bunch of things OTHER than that right now.
Downplay her sexual advances…keeps it exciting. And somewhat flirtatious. Damnit, flirting’s not dead, yet, thought Ander.
Edelweiss: What’s wrong?
Ander: Just a smidgeon of brainfog. It’ll pass.
E: Sounds like a distraction is in order.
A: What’d ya have in mind?
E: Um, what I suggested earlier, fucktard.
A: Now, now…
E: Seriously, cum over.
Ah, the challenge. Give in, or keep playin’ hard-to-get.
Ander loved the rapport he had with this woman – their sexual banter was playful, fun, with a dollop of elegance. He liked that. He knew she did, too. They didn’t try at it. They just did it.
Something else that came naturally to Ander – sex appeal; another consequence of confidence. If you said what was on your mind, no matter how absurd, and you delivered it with assurity in yourself, all would be well and everything would work in your favor. Completely.
A: Sigh…
E: You won’t be sighing once your dick is in My mouth.
A: Jesus.
E: Come worship My clit then.😏
A: Goddamn, girl!😱
E: Y’know you like it when I talk dirty…and blasphemous.
A: 😂 You mean “write” dirty & blasphemous.
E: You’re a butt-fucking nerd, you know that?
A: As are you.
E: Totally. Now get over here before I’m not horny any longer.
A: Are your parents there?
E: Yes, but you know they don’t mind. Please don’t make this an issue again.
A:*sigh* I try not to, but it’s just…strange. It’s difficult for Me to wrap My head around how trusting your folks are. It’s rare.
E: Word – but that’s how they raised Me. I’m intelligent, responsible, honest almost to an error; I tell Them everything about how I think, feel, what I do, minus the juicy deets about My sexual exploits, so they’ve come to let Me be free to do whatever, as long as I understand & accept all the consequences of My actions. They trust Me and I trust Myself.
A: Which is why they recommended you get on birth-control?
E: Yes. And have every potential partner screened and checked before commencing. Plus My Dad told Me all the drama regarding condoms. It seems so unnecessary if one is STD free, the girl’s birth-controlled, and choice about who they have sex with. Quality over quantity, oui?
Ander loved it when Edelweiss used French in their conversations.
A: Man, that just blows My mind. You’re, like, the girl that every dude wants. Ladies, too.
E: Which is why I remain discriminative about who I give Myself to. I’m not a fucking fuck hole (well, except for you and a couple of others). I‘m grateful that I get to be intimate with people I truly love. Which is a small circle. It’s absolutely natural and normal.
A: Word.
E: Plus, My mother taught Me about the energetic circulation between lovers, how women tend to absorb nefarious biochemical fluids and malevolent radiations from males. And how that lingers and effects the woman for years after. Ew. No, thanks. So, again, I’m choice…..that reminds Me, have you read the excerpt I sent you?🧐
A few minutes passed after Ander’s last text before Edelweiss responded.
E: You’re stalling, Ander. Truthfully, tell Me what’s up. I don’t know of any boy or girl who’d pass on an offer like this.
A: Now who’s the slut? #ohsnap
E: Stop hashtagging. And I’m flirting, asshole. And trying to entice you to come over on a Friday night, knowing that you’re not doin’ shit but writing for the blog, and I’m hawt, and You love Me, and I love You..
A: ..over-usage of “and”, baby.
E: ..archaic misplace of the comma outside of the end-quotation,“baby.”
Ander paused to reflect on his response. I’m absolutely & overwhelmingly smitten by this woman, he thought.
A: ..on My way. You won Me with “archaic misplace of the comma outside of the end-quotation.”
E: Lol. Such a fucking nerd.😍
A: Always.😘
~ written by Hiram Surtyr ~