Issue Number 3
Volume I - iii
September 1 02 NLE
Copyright © 02 NLE H☿D
Contents
- Thoths from the Editor
- Outline of Evidence for Autotheism and Possible Explanation for the Widespread Occurrence of Theistic Beliefs by Stephanie Lovecs
- Coming soon to Mnemosyne's Pool: Project Hephæstus's Forge! by Stephanie Lovecs
- The Swan Queen: Artwork by S Lynne Price
- The Desert Night by Etu Malku
- Mindless Answers by Kate Gallwey
- The Turquoise Leopard to Make an Appearance Soon by S. Lynne Price
Thoths from the Editor
by Etu Malku
The Herald of the Dawn Order spent a number of years establishing its process and protocol, there were many ups and unfortunately more downs, but that is expected when attempting to establish any esoteric organization. The last couple of years the Order has seen Apep consumed by Khepri and slowly harmonized by Ma'at. We have put into place a hierarchy which seems to be working without pretension, a Council of Lyceum that has been governing without bias, and a format to which the Mystai may work within and evolve their Self. To add to this H☿D has published a public page on Facebook allowing everyone to catch a glimpse of what we are all about and if interested to find out how to affiliate.
Outline of Evidence for Autotheism and Possible Explanation for the Widespread Occurance of Theistic Beliefs
by Stephanie Lovecs
Adept Ain Volk suggested that I submit this post I recently made in the group LUCIFERI PHILO SOPHIA. It is a simple outline that might be helpful to anyone wishing to compose documents or articles regarding it.
1. There is sufficient evidence that the waking consciousness does not comprise the totality of our minds--we have unconscious mental processes.
2. There is evidence that the unconscious portion of the mind is highly intelligent and capable of regulating its environment (the body) in a very sophisticated manner that includes highly coordinated multitasking, exquisite pattern recognition, and communication and creativity (demonstrated via dreaming, for only one example.)
3. The action of the unconscious mind is so vast and complex that our conscious mind can be overwhelmed when it comes to even trying to describe all of the coordinated processes and actions involved in even the simplest isolated action relegated to the unconscious mind: can you describe all of the precise coordinated muscle actions involved in taking a single step from a balanced standing position in the correct order without paralyzing yourself by overwhelming your conscious mind?
4. Some of the qualities needed by the unconscious mind might include:
2. There is evidence that the unconscious portion of the mind is highly intelligent and capable of regulating its environment (the body) in a very sophisticated manner that includes highly coordinated multitasking, exquisite pattern recognition, and communication and creativity (demonstrated via dreaming, for only one example.)
3. The action of the unconscious mind is so vast and complex that our conscious mind can be overwhelmed when it comes to even trying to describe all of the coordinated processes and actions involved in even the simplest isolated action relegated to the unconscious mind: can you describe all of the precise coordinated muscle actions involved in taking a single step from a balanced standing position in the correct order without paralyzing yourself by overwhelming your conscious mind?
4. Some of the qualities needed by the unconscious mind might include:
- Omniscience regarding all of the information from its environment, the body
- omnipresence within its environment, at least as far as information-gathering potential is concerned
- omnipotence in the sense of being capable of coordinating all of the processes within its environment of the body
- omnibenevolence on the part of the unconscious mind would be necessary in order to keep its environment of the body in optimal health
5. The above qualities are often attributed as qualities of deity by theists
6. The unconscious mind can also be prone to projection when the conscious mind doesn't understand. It is therefore quite possible that theistic beliefs are mistaking the projections of the unconscious mind regarding the above qualities.
7. Conclusion: your unconscious mind has the potential of becoming a deity.
Coming soon to Mnemosyne's Pool: Project Hephæstus's Forge!
by Stephanie Lovecs
I'm going to be developing a long term project for this group to assist in practical exploration of the Unconscious Mind.
Between the Unconscious Mind and the Conscious Mind, there is the realm of emotions, some of which can obscure our ability to peer into the unconscious mind by clouding our conscious mind's perceptive abilities. Project Hephæstus's Forge will be finding ways to rework these obscuring emotions into powerful tools that will greatly assist our ability to see into our Unconscious mind.
The first obscuring emotion to rework yields probably the most singly powerful tool and useful tool: the obscuring emotion of anger/aggression.
I've got a first draft of a document addressing the reforging of anger into a powerful mind clearing tool started--I hope to post it soon!
Some of the obscuring emotions I want to address and how to rework them are:
Between the Unconscious Mind and the Conscious Mind, there is the realm of emotions, some of which can obscure our ability to peer into the unconscious mind by clouding our conscious mind's perceptive abilities. Project Hephæstus's Forge will be finding ways to rework these obscuring emotions into powerful tools that will greatly assist our ability to see into our Unconscious mind.
The first obscuring emotion to rework yields probably the most singly powerful tool and useful tool: the obscuring emotion of anger/aggression.
I've got a first draft of a document addressing the reforging of anger into a powerful mind clearing tool started--I hope to post it soon!
Some of the obscuring emotions I want to address and how to rework them are:
- Anger/Aggression
- Jealousy/Envy
- Arrogance/Greed
- Craving/Attachment
I hope to overcome the obscuration of ignorance/laziness by attempting to describe how to rework these other emotions--putting it into understandable form. (It may be difficult for me--so please bear with me.
The Swan Queen by S. Lynne Price
The DESERT NIGHT
by Etu Malku
The ancient wisdom of all things hidden in the shadows is revealed when under the stars of the Desert Night. Where you faintly hear the chants of the fiery djinn who remain unseen while they walk in empty space. The Desert Night brings terror, and yet this nocturnal fear will be embraced by the Mystai as it possesses your body, coursing through your veins. This intoxicating madness closes tight the gateway for those who remain weak and ignorant, and opens wide for those who hunger for the acquisition of ancient knowledge.
As you sit in the radiance of the campfire alone and lost in fear, the djinn hop and flitter about at the fires' edge. Here two shadows that serve you will come out of the blackness and escort you to the Kingdom of Leviathan that cannot be known but only felt. Your name forgotten, the words, its letters scattered like grains of sand into howling wind, you enter yourself and the desert wilderness of eternal oblivion and abandonment. You cease to exist in this greatness and ocean of darkness. All that unites you with everything is the clarity of terror subsumed by all here. Aeons of great creatures join you in this other world, in this moment, in this Desert Night.
The most ancient of spirits lie cold and motionless, obscured from the scorching sun; their skin is hard, their eyes arid and glitter as jewels. The djinn are the ebb and flow of the embodiment of Hunger and Thirst. They are the curators of arcane wisdom, they are the space between the stars . . . they exist only to instill the language of the shadows. As your mind empties they fill it up with their wisdom. They sleep by day and wake by night to feed , their nourishment is man's terror and their excrement is arcane wisdom. The Shades of the Desert Night stand out like white candle wax from the rocks and dunes, Bedouin caravans become host to Lares as they mindlessly stagger above their earthly graves, moving in circles but never far from where their putrefying corpses are buried. Here lies the desert Charnel Ground where distant cries blend with the howling winds. Here lies second sight and it's vision of things that have never possessed life of their own.
Desert gateways form spiraling pillars of iridescent dust dancing in the glow of the night. These desert gateways can be opened through the chants of dead languages which create geometric trapezoids of sound and vibration.
The howling wind foreshadows the coming of djinn, borne alone of whirling flame, hunger and thirst. Seeking nourishment from our emotions, feeding upon our carnal desires, fattening themselves from our fears, inhabiting our imagination. These djinn, spirits of the howling desert cause one to dream while awake, bring about madness and suicide . . . Only a Mystai strong of mind is to summon these ever changing masks of the wasteland. By their Seals are these ancient energies summoned forth, by your waking dreams do they carry out your bidding, by their true names do they obey your commands.
Just before Dawn are they to be summoned, under the watchful all-seeing eye of the Morning Star rising above the horizon is the Seal to be drawn and fixated upon.
The most ancient of spirits lie cold and motionless, obscured from the scorching sun; their skin is hard, their eyes arid and glitter as jewels. The djinn are the ebb and flow of the embodiment of Hunger and Thirst. They are the curators of arcane wisdom, they are the space between the stars . . . they exist only to instill the language of the shadows. As your mind empties they fill it up with their wisdom. They sleep by day and wake by night to feed , their nourishment is man's terror and their excrement is arcane wisdom. The Shades of the Desert Night stand out like white candle wax from the rocks and dunes, Bedouin caravans become host to Lares as they mindlessly stagger above their earthly graves, moving in circles but never far from where their putrefying corpses are buried. Here lies the desert Charnel Ground where distant cries blend with the howling winds. Here lies second sight and it's vision of things that have never possessed life of their own.
Desert gateways form spiraling pillars of iridescent dust dancing in the glow of the night. These desert gateways can be opened through the chants of dead languages which create geometric trapezoids of sound and vibration.
The howling wind foreshadows the coming of djinn, borne alone of whirling flame, hunger and thirst. Seeking nourishment from our emotions, feeding upon our carnal desires, fattening themselves from our fears, inhabiting our imagination. These djinn, spirits of the howling desert cause one to dream while awake, bring about madness and suicide . . . Only a Mystai strong of mind is to summon these ever changing masks of the wasteland. By their Seals are these ancient energies summoned forth, by your waking dreams do they carry out your bidding, by their true names do they obey your commands.
Just before Dawn are they to be summoned, under the watchful all-seeing eye of the Morning Star rising above the horizon is the Seal to be drawn and fixated upon.
by Kate Gallwey
I have been analyzing the state I go into when I read tarot. It is not a stable state and is highly subjected to the storms of internal emotion. But it is a thoughtless state. A state where one does not think but act. The nearest place I can think of is the place that martial art practitioners go to when they are in battle. The mind switches off and the body just does.
When I read for another, my mind only has minimal filters on. I see and feel the person I am reading for and I just know them. I know what they need to know and what they will not hear no matter how many times I may say it. I understand and feel deep affection for the people I read for. It should never be done lightly for I care deeply.
How unprofessional that sounds. We are meant to be machines at work, doing the same things over and over without feeling or judgement. I tried to be this machine and have now blown the fuse box. To even go into that mindless space for a single person reading, that used to bring so much connection and a sense of union with another soul, now fills me with dread and panic. I can’t breath and black spots appear in front of my eyes. Classic panic attack.
If I was a machine I could just replace the fuse box and go back to work. I see this done over and over in our society. Medication could give me the sense that everything is ok and happening at a distance. Just do what is asked of you and get paid at the end of the day. I think this is pure crap and has nearly killed off our ‘civilization’.
How many broken people out there feel fear and dread most of the time as they get out of bed in the morning? I think the correct way of asking that question is, who does not feel it? We are bound by a not-so invisible set of rules to go to work to earn your living and it has poisoned everything we think and do. It is everywhere, and as a reader, I can see the fear building to enormous levels. Fear is drowning us all and I do not want to swim in those waters any more.
I try not to moan about something unless I have an inkling of an answer, and I do…just an inkling though and it is mostly a personal one.
That mindless state can give me a lot of answers if I need. The answer it is giving me is not clear cut and simple. It requires people to sit in their body and find out what is wrong in their lives. Call it ‘gut-instinct’, ‘inner knowing’ or a build up of frustration and irritation until you just act without thinking. We have to stop patching the cracks and sort out the foundation across everything in our lives. Lots of people must stand up and say no.
I have lost faith in the mass of peoples capability to change. Many people are stepping forward but I have doubt that things are bad enough yet. People are led back to work, drugged up to the eyeballs on the latest pain suppressants and mood alterers so that their taxes and mortgages are paid and the status qua stays the same.
I look at the huge changes I have made in my life over the recent years and the huge changes still needed if I am to find self-sufficiency. I plant my garden, clean my house and work my 16 hours per week. It is not enough and I am scared.
Scared that the Powers That Be (PTB) will turn my water and lights off, scared that they will take my children away. Very scared that police are not keeping the peace any more and have become a well armed gang of thugs working for the corporations that own them. It is no longer an option of obey and follow the rules and the PTB will leave you alone. They make new rules daily to make sure you cannot win by keeping your head down. Today it may be your neighbour, who will it be tomorrow? They keep moving the goalposts, I do not want to play this game any more.
I also get the feeling that it has been this way for centuries. One set of people are always feared by another. But somehow when I was growing up we had the notion all was equal. That I could work hard and become rich one day. I do not believe this any more. No one but the very rich can afford to get the best education, stay healthy, buy their homes. It is overwhelming and I refuse to turn to medication to keep the nightmares at bay. I need a solution to my fear … I need to take my power back.
There are many ways in which I can do this. I can sign petitions, go on marches, look out for people in my neighbourhood and grow extra food an my allotment for the hungry. Sorry, not enough. My people skills are limited. I cannot rally people together and lead. I have learnt from experience, I am no leader. I could join up with an protest movement across the country and help them bring about a so needed equality back again….I am looking into this but I am not much of a follower either.
What am I?
I am witch and psychic vampire. I have decades of experience using energy to heal and harm. I have the knowledge to influence and shift things. I have done it before in my life and brought about needed changes. I am not a light witch that cannot protect her own. I have worked with twisted and warped chaotic energies to attack and to shield. It is not ever done lightly.
To throw ourselves fully into this fight for change in this country would require all of us using all the skills we have. I feel almost cornered into this position for my logic says that I have trained for this all my life. No more prayers for peace. If I am not going out on the front line of the protest marches willing to be beaten up and maybe killed by the gangs of police, then I must fight back with what I do know.
The mindless state has given me an answer… I do not like it very much. Maybe it is influenced by the emotion of fear. I know it will get to the point of where standing still is too painful and scary and I will have to move forward. I hate being powerless and will only allow it for so long until I must act. Attack is always the best form of defence.
So readings are not for me any more, maybe I have to go much bigger?
How big can I actual get?
The Turquoise Leopard to Make an Appearance Soon
by S. Lynne Price
Many
years ago, my husband and I were lounging outside on a warm Texas
evening. The Cabernet was smooth and silky with a clove perfume,
enriching the night. Stars streaked through the heavy veil of the Milky
Way.
Then I saw it. An enormous turquoise leopard with
fiery magenta spots flew in front of me. Or perhaps it leapt. I mean to
say that I saw the leopard with my physical eyes, not just the third
eye.
I was the editor of an art newsletter at the
time and was so enchanted with my experience that I dared to write about
it. I suppose that experience has touched me more than most because it
was so physical.
I have never forgotten the vision and have always wanted to paint the Leopard. And I will...after the purple anole has his day.
Growth can be a little disconcerting, maybe a little frightening. The truth is, if we are not stalemate, we Creatives are growing all of the time. It just may not feel like it. But if we were not growing, had not reached a new stage of development, we would not be taking on new projects.
It has taken 28 years to acquire the skill set to paint the turquoise leopard with the magenta spots.
I have never forgotten the vision and have always wanted to paint the Leopard. And I will...after the purple anole has his day.
Growth can be a little disconcerting, maybe a little frightening. The truth is, if we are not stalemate, we Creatives are growing all of the time. It just may not feel like it. But if we were not growing, had not reached a new stage of development, we would not be taking on new projects.
It has taken 28 years to acquire the skill set to paint the turquoise leopard with the magenta spots.
