… is a microcosm and a speculum on which we
understand the world outside, the world below and the world above. The shit-storms
still happen and the misunderstandings dances around in diabolic delight – just
as in the world we call ‘profane’, orderly or civilized.
In this little cauldron of occult soup we find the
world at its extreme. We find the hater who seeks to kill you, we find the
righteous ones that set out to detonate you and we find the judge who seeks to
govern the world because of some oedipal complex.
The ‘Occult World’ is not a Golden Age, it is
living Hell intensely so we can get closer to the nerve of who we are and
understand all possible worlds in this way.
We tend to think that in a world where everyone
is searching ‘enlightenment’ and ‘knowledge’ we will find one another, but nah,
the bridges that crosses from a dark soul to a bleeding heart will bring you
deeper down and what was confidence broken will unleash hell…
As the good Bernard of Clairvaux said the road
to Hell is paved with good intentions, because good intentions is somehow the
passport into the mysteries – and then we screw up – inviting in restrictions
learned from the society we falsified, just to give ourselves some sort of
control or domination of what we can’t understand.
The hunt for knowledge is riddled with
confusion and naturally when we meet someone and converse with them the
confusion finds an increase or solution, just like it does in the world at
large. And as it is in the world at large, that profane thing the occultist
despise they recreate a shadow world of restriction, singing praises to chaos
and antinomian powers so they can tell you are wrong or right, not seeing that
the all worshipful chaos have made them orderly and dogmatic in a severe and
restrictive way…
It is tiresome, because I am not an occultist;
I am someone who uses occult philosophy to make my life better so I in turn can
make your life better. I am not interested in your shortcomings or faulting philosophies,
but in your heart, love and presence of spirit, so we can get a hang of any world together.
I mean raise a finger and you do raise a point –
and in this moment the natural question should be who is this being raising a
finger and a point?
Shouldn't the hidden being revealed make us all
to see that we are hen (One)? It doesn't, because in the ‘occult world’ the appetite
for power is stronger than the appetite for community and commonality. The
occult world brings us the best of lovers and the best of warriors, the worst
of despots and the worst of politicians…
At times it seems to me that the natural law,
as in natural philosophy, which was the arcane term for occult science is
forgotten in favour of social ambition veiled in a nice pagan dress of
deception where the social valour’s of ambition and domination is still alive,
just to kill the memory of the Golden Age and restrict freedom in the name of bleak
punishment where clowns and brutes install themselves as governors and kings.
It is a sad shitty world, just like the profane world we try to create a
distance from.
But I refuse to accept this, because in this
occult soup I have found love and even more love, struggle and epiphanies amongst the brutes of dogma and the hijackers of truth. Like the world at large the
occult world invites connections, liaisons of love and friendships, nepotism
and truth. The occult world is a mirror, a reflection, of worlds vertical and horizontal
– it is an imaginary world and as the world at this point is still an
imagination we can twist and turn this into a desire of love or revolt – as we
wish.
The Occult world is a cauldron of possibility,
but I for one will always anchor my despair, misery and confusion in those sandbanks
and skeletons of love that some of us finds weak and ridiculous. I will always
choose love as the nail in my patient compass, because with patience and in a
spirit of love I will see my friends and lovers more clear than those that
rises from their torment and wishes to share they suffering with me.