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the Diagram.

I am no one special, merely a searcher on one of the many endless quests to discover the unprotected route into an understanding of the human being, and a spectre that returns Here to learn new angles to similar questions and problems… we all seem confounded by the terms that this strangeness compels us to use only benefiting its agenda, but I wanted to start so simply with a reflection into the bandwidth pulse that goes right to the heart, well through it actually as the horizontal wavelength certainties meeting the vertical.

Between alien and animal, we conform to the odd cosmic tumblers as though within some kind of locking mechanism, and all inside of various numerical and binary sequences… the biological fused with the conscious and immaterial worlds, spheres of the second plateau orbiting around each other, and so on with the other layers of this massive labyrinthine cosmos… all based around the tiny condensing of microcosms as dualities creating the momentum so apparent at the surface.

We still have the difficult eyes of the giant in looking forward… it is these gigantic aspirations that grant us both insight and the arrogance to dismiss the truth of another as being wrong, insights and cryptic visions are not the sole property of shamans and the “faithful”, but are the rightful territory of all human beings that accept themselves as incarnations of those forces mentioned as god by all the holy books and preaching megalomaniacs in front of their condemned congregations just as easily as those flashing computer screens.

Mouravieff’s diagram has been the basis of my only real time exploration into the esoteric pieces of this puzzling reality… we are all potential agents in an agenda towards a future created by our ancestors, and funded today by means that take on new roles as the field changes its colors and textures overall, then it is left to the rest for adaptation to the new environment… we circle jerk ourselves into submission over a foundation that presides over us like a dead bird reaching for the carrion urge.

We must purge these unforgiving qualities that we have… they show us nothing but except the violent heart of the void, cold and without compassion for other conscious beings, and nothing comes of this isolated and static cycle though something cosmic Here calls for constant change on a level that we have a flawed capacity to see… we may be aware of its presence on the periphery, but it is knowledge beyond material and the material has knowledge that is beyond our consciousness actively .

THE START

In Mouravieff’s diagram, he shows the various plateaus as i perceive them to be between the material and actively conscious, and this sequence of threes is followed with each step from stones to gods… At the bottom rung of this “ladder” sits the scale from Stone up to Metal and ending at Mineral, my logic has dictated that this is a elaboration upon the elemental to a great extent, and that this is really the beginning of the material influence (earth) upon this existent plane.

It is this ‘world’ based on Earth as it is that creates but one part to this dualism… consciousness seems totally at odds with the material influences, but this is as the optical illusion that we allow ourselves to see, the contrary nature of the natural world accepts all things within it… as creatures inside this system of systems, we find an inexplicable curiosity which contains our ideas of the imaginary like a shoebox under the bed, and we store the thoughts we have no room for in an otherwise practical worldview there.

This vertical strand rises up through the third spot to meet the “first” horizontal row across, and it is here that Mineral meets Plant which connects at Animal, this shows us the change in a very vague way the rings of the various “kingdoms” radiating outward between these three paths linking the realm of pure material with the hybrid receiver for the opposing powers of consciousness… sometimes it must be the slow crawl forward that produces the greatest impact… as we all figure out slowly by increments what to do with our time Here.

The bridge linking the rungs of humanity with those realms of pure consciousness (air) is similar to the link of the Plant kingdom in a role of extension outward/ inward to the human dilemma meeting the material form rising up from chthonic bowels of space, except that pure consciousness devolves into pseudo-religious tones when referring to the stages between “God” and “Archangel” and “Angel” after the plateau of “Saint” is reached because we have nothing but superstitious terms to describe this injunction of the heavens deep as we know them to be.

More than just a symbol Here… these plateaus range horizontally from Plant into Animal then vertically through Human into the idea of the Suprahuman [Alien] which turns again towards the location of “Saint”, and this place is a stopping point of no return just as the Plant plateau is as well a bridge between aspects of reality… it is like crossing a certain threshold before these gradual forces meet where these Alien, Human and Animal forces align together, and this is our world in which these are merely some layers that i am speaking of currently.

I am not a gnostic per say, but do see the relevance of the Fourth Way teachings promoted by followers of Ouspensky and Gurdieff, however Mouravieff has taken these ideas much further as I believe… though I am merely a novice when it comes to thinking of any kind, the only exception being abstraction of insignificant details magnified to a suddenly relevant degree, but details are lost for a time if there is not a flicker of cognizant interest… the interest can quickly fizzle into doubt and frustration regularly if there lacks a point.

Today there is a point… a point at which epiphany exploded between my ears, and rushed my creative intuition to many edges of the same puzzle depicted in many different ways, as each layer somehow fits onto another one through the patterns they display… remarkably there are few people who actively pursue these means of knowledge beyond mere illusory perceptions, to stab at the heart of mystery, but there is no time lost or wasted as the pieces fall into place when they can… strange methods to innovate these directions because so much can be set back in an instantaneous break with wisdom that we don’t even know.

The eleven positions in the original diagram as depicted in Mouravieff’s Gnosis series ascend vertically at three points, each rise denoting a periodic placement like the three centers of conscious/ material synthesis which creates the foundation for the middle vertical column where human beings arise from the primordial continuity, and across the rungs of horizontal evolution from unconscious matter to thinking organism… basic layer to the Diagram as perceived to be fitting kabbalah as it does the astrological.

This “map” marks the expansion from the particulate to a living macrocosm, the material form may even appear diminutive by all comparison with the astral ascent into solar and cosmic realms, but this is as the microcosm comes to encompass more and more critical information from the world around us with the expansion beyond ancestors… the breakdown of barriers from ages ago, becomes nothingness as archetype from which to work, but remains there within history as it draws glory from those remains.

Turning vague memories into gods passed down from tribe to tribe as they interrelate and create progeny. incestuous to the point of acquiring priests and kings as the dominate classification of human being, as the only ones in the know as far as cosmic or spiritual or informational, matters unfairly raising them to the position of modern day “gods” through textbook moves and credibility unjustly due… however, i have become convinced that there is a far greater importance to the version of the Diagram that i have in mind.

The awful patterns we weave to tease the near-sighted slaves to turn their gears harder, the whip cracks against the backside as the grunts pull energy from thin air, and we barely hear the tightening of tendons as they strain against the straps of this harness… a witches cradle, all leather and straps suspended while the fear drains away, and seeking something certain to perceive… i am no witch nor wizard, but merely a vessel of suspended disbelief, which draws me nearer to energies without obvious control.

Most of those in the “know” prefer static ritualism to innovation as opposition to the simple challenge, and would rather dismiss a harmless crank like myself, even if i were to know better of the human predicament as it stands… certainty Here is not one hundred percent accurate at any time period, luck should have nothing to do with mere insight looking into the foundations of our civilization without hesitating too soon, and utilizing an understanding that is easily shared among the rest… even the simple need an analog to this spiritual substance.