Schizophrenia Forum - 5150'd For the Weekend

When the spaniards first came to mexico, they did a survey of all the aztec shamans, or sorcerers; they wanted to know how many were "white magic" and how many were "black magic", and the survey came back with 49 percent saying white, 49 percent saying "black", and 2 percent saying a surprising "neither"; "we're red magic, the combination of the two", that two percent would consistently say.
The next time I heard of red magic was in a classroom on computer topics, where I happened to discuss shamanism and red magic, and a guy from vietnam, whose grandgfather was a hmong shaman, said he was told that once the shamans of the country had to get together to defend something, and they brought 48 white magic and two red magic shamans, because otherwise they wouldn't have been strong enough.
And even though there isn't exactly anything to study on red magic, I have been reading on shamanism in general for a long time, and have kept that 2 percent in mind prominently, and have been able to see red magic for myself. I think it's the fine line up and down the center of the tree of life in the kaballah, it's the yin and yang symbol flowing in harmony, it's quetzalcoatl, the "feathered serpent" in the aztec religion who is the "unity of the fire at the base of the spine and the rose at the top of the spine";
red magic is a perhaps narrow and difficult path, and i'm just laying out an ideal I think i've gleaned from observation; our modern culture has become a culture of eudaemons - judging the good based on "comfort".
I'm more of a transcendental idealist from 19th century germany, the cult of sitlikheit - (ethical life) - and hermeticism (hermes trismagestes) ("trismagestical") - the cult that began with the son of adam - cane, who slew abel, and had the knowledge of the duality engraved on jade and placed in the earth on his grave. This knowledge traveled down through the ages as alchemy, taoism, aztec and mayan "red" magic, and russian irrationalism movement of the 19th century.

The meaning of life, I always like to say, as a red-magic shaman, is similar to the story of the escaping circus tiger; the one that gets away no matter what the deal was that should have kept him in his place, the tiger with "irrational centrifugality";
(and as an irrationalist, the tiger can't be controlled. But all the other tigers can be. And so ultimately this is how they have him. He gets away, but he comes back, and over and over again, so he's really good at escaping but he's forever occupied with the task.)
and so being "good" at this particular kind of irrationalism, he comes to realize that escaping doesn't mean going where ever you want to, but hinges on taking the "right" path, making all the right moves, for the perfect escape, the perfect crime. Like the collimated beam from the central compact object in a quasar structure, an escaping circus tiger stays on track, and just keeps going, like a quasar jet plowing through concentric rings of dark matter, quantum tunneling through the dark, step by careful step.
I have been an escaping tiger, trying to run down the red path, and I found several guides along the way - the taoist master lao tzu's writing is pure red magic, equanimity, balance; the aztec religion, based on the highest god, mr and mrs two("ometeotl"), who live in the two highest heavens, in "place two" ("omeyocan"), two opposites, the united duality out of which all the other gods flow. And I have found the same theme as the unity of hermeticism, (the "alchemy" of hermes trismegistes), and the kabbalah, as well as hegelianism from 19th century germany, and the irrationalism movement in russian literature of the 19th century.
And another place I have found a vast wealth of guidance toward red magic: the universe itself. We are living in the golden age of astrophysics and cosmology, seeing much farther than mankind ever has, and the entire lineage of shamanism can see into red shift space through our telescoped eyes at the top of a mountain at this very point in history, or through the astrophysics articles on the web that discuss the data from xray and radio telescopes in space.
The universe is doing only two things, on all it's magnificant scales - expanding, and contracting - at the same time in different places, at every scale up and down from us. And breathing is the most important thing we do, according to ancient taoist literature (*"the first taoist") breathing in, and breathing out; yin and yang; (white magic - breathing out - used for healing, separation;) and ( black magic - breathing back in - used for mischief, bringing things together). Quetzalcoatl, speculative in outlook, bringer of culture to mankind through sacrifice, the feathered serpent, and his brother, tezcatlipoca, the hungry chief, who plucked the flowers in paradise; and tezcatlipoca outnumbers quetzalcoatl three to one - there are four brohters - tezcatlipoca, tezcatlipoca, tezcatlipoca, and quetzalcoatl, corresponding to the four directions, and the different tezcatlipocas have different colors - blue, red, black - but still, its 75% to 25%, just like the ratio of dark matter surrounding "baryonic", (visible) matter agreed on by astrophysics scientists these days.
And the universe itself is made up of brilliant balls of light and vast swaths of darkness as well as the ultimately dark 'black holes', if the universe, realizing itself a form of prayer, decided to pray only for light, beautiful suns would light up, and at first it would seem like wonderful magic, but something about this would not be right. Darkness, even black holes, are an integral part of this universe we are so graciously presented with. Could it be this universe is our truest "bible", revealing unimaginable beauty and power, as an infinite guide and even a role-model - the human spirit as a microcosm of the universe, which contains within it two opposites, and uses it's very being as a unification of these opposites?

Tropical indians somewhere once described the human brain as "a huge rock crystal subdivided into many smaller hexagonal prisms, each containing a sparkling element of color-energy." they said a brain can be seen as a "bouquet of flowers", a "fluttering cluster of butterflies", a "quivering mass of multicolored frogs". They said the energy in the prisms produced perceptible sound waves, and that the sound wants to activate something, but they didn't know what it was. They "longed for something so bad it hurt", and they "didn't know what it was".
When I read about that, 20 years ago, I later came up with a shamanic answer to "what it was" they were trying to do.
Watching far away galaxies, to see what is regnant in all of nature, the galaxies are acted upon by dark matter. There are always two forces from this perspective: binding and loosing, attraction and repulsion, inward pressure and counter outward pressure. And the galaxies react to inward pressure in two distinct ways, (though no one can explain why 10% seem to have the second reaction....)
as dark matter halos surround galaxies and put the pressure on, "star formation" or "starbursting" occurs, trying to light a fire to push back the dark.
A "quasar" is the alternative structure. Instead of starburst surrounding the core black hole, what happens farther back in red shift space, (farther back in time),is that two huge jets are beamed from the core object, and do not starburst, but shoot straight through the dark, along two straight lines leaving from the two poles, eventually plowing into something and billowing out into a "lobe" (or "radio lobe" because it was discovered with radio waves) and it is this lobe that they first discovered 30 years ago, and called a "quasi-star" or "quasar".
Tigers escaping from circuses are like thought escaping from neurons – (set the tigers free and let the rooster crow!). The quasar jets escaping from black holes are like the paths of the tigers, or like the supernatural crystal stream of spirit that ultimately crashes and becomes a “lobe” – the lobe of mind, the lobe of the world, the lobes of the lungs, the lobes of the brain, etc. And I think ideally the jet should keep going, maybe just do a little dance and then move on through the dark matter it is crashing into, not crash for crashing sake. Leave those lobes behind! Continue the escape from the circus, the prayer of the universal mind!

As two galaxies collide, starbursting crashes build up damns
of globular clusters, bank accounts of pluripotent stem-cells
that provide the starbursting galaxies with what they were
looking for: a refuge of calm behind the storm. But these damns
are broken down over time, worn away by the ever-impending dark.
These galaxies, as if they only had themselves to depend on,
only crash again and again in a futile effort to save themselves;
as they are pushed together by the dark matter, and subsequently
fly past eachother, they form tidal tails, which bring them back
together and spiraling in on eachother in orbital decay.
It is in these high pressure environments, the tidal tails,
that the globular clusters condense and form. Like demons,
the more they form the more they encourage more to form,
and the environment is led into a pointless downward spiral.
It is the quasar solution that does not rely upon itself
against the darkness, and so does not starburst, but rather
launches jets of prayer, emptying the hardness from it's heart,
and becoming part of the community of quasars, their powerful jets
together forming the structure of the universe,
the anastimosotic mind.
So starbursting is impulsive/ compulsive behavior, an "automatic sprinkler" response to universal stress, and a quasar response is strong-willed, calm, self-aware, thoughtful, even meditative and prayerful.

At the center of our sun, at the core, iron is forming. This happens at the center of all stars – the process is called “astration”. At the center of larger stars, heavier elements form, like silver, gold, platinum, mercury, lead. All the elements in the universe heavier than 1 & 2 on the periodic table – hydrogen and helium – were formed at the core of stars, (stars being crashes in the dark, tigers who stopped escaping). They say our star is part of the third generation of stars since the beginning of the universe 14 billion years ago; (our earth which formed with the sun is said to be about 4.5 billion years old). The first and second generation of stars created all the elements, or “metals”, that our planet is composed of, including carbon, which is what life is primarily built on. (this is why authors like to say we are “stardust”.) but way out in red-shift space – (“red-shift”, by the way, because light that travels that far gets shifted to the red end of the spectrum, so that it is actually infrared light, seen only with powerful infrared telescopes) – what we see there is the universe before most of the elements formed. Just hydrogen and helium, a little lithium, and a wide complex web of interconnection, no real empty voids. The dreaming prayer of a child universe, before dark metals had evolved to trap the tigers of thought.
We are the "cousins of the stars" the mexican indians say, and stars shine, but the shine is beside the point. A star "astrates" metals at it's center. What the stars astrate is the hidden output; when the star dies, it spews it's output as raw material for the next generation of stars. (we're now in the third generation of stars, ever.) our sun can create elements up to the weight of iron, and has a growing iron core; larger stars make the heavier elements (uranium, molybdenum, etc.) nobody even asks what a black hole astrates, but it's just 2.3 million suns compressed into a single sphere, and I bet the same processes are going on.
The human mind gets it's shine out, then astrates what? Well, the schizotypal mind astrates a hole into the other world. What leaks out, (demons, spirits, whatever that stuff is) can harm a person by taking them over, and i've seen this in the insane asylums. I try to maintain control over it. I do slip, but i've got it under control for the most part. "it is a wound and a hole,” the demons once told me, “but it’s a hole that is not to be thaited.” "thaited" wasn't in the dictionary or on the internet, but they said it again and again. Hated? Thatched?. Either way, their point was clear enough.
It is this "other world" I have called the "demon world", and it is through dreams that I access it for the most part. It looks completely different and awake i've never been confused. That would be like thinking someone was really there when you were talking to them on a cell phone. The two spirit guides ( a boar and a tapir) I can see anytime, but still i'm never confused enough to think other people could see them.
So i'm aware of the real world, or what people agree on as being the normal world, and I function in society, but that's only a small piece of my repertoire, and I get bored there. Studying shamanism over the past two decades, I learned a long time ago that I am like them; they are not "satisfied" by the "mundane" world, and so they have to discover or create these fantastic, "expansive", dream worlds / alternate realities. It's not that they just happen to, want to, or really choose to, it's more like they "have to";
i remember early in life being so bored by reality that my jaw hurt from tension.
Shamanic journeying, magical thinking, studying mystic philosophies, these things satisfy me; I sometimes get to a point within a day where I can finally relax, because my thinking has become expansive enough.
Then recently in the medical literature I saw (though I can't remember exactly where, though within the last couple of months) that schizophrenics have been shown to have in general more dopamine receptors than most 'normal' people. And that makes so much sense. We need the extra stimulation, and the world of the normal people doesn't provide it.
Somewhere in these message boards someone said what i'd been saying to my parents for years now - when it becomes obvious you can't control us (schizotypal personalities), it means you don't have what we need, and we know it intuitively from a young age; if only parents had the humility of ego to give up on us and send us to a shaman, introduce us to worlds beyond their comprehension. 'cause that's what we need!
I recently found a line in a russian novel "the irrational experiences of his dreams were required for his sanity".

I used to like to say: “red-shift space is so far away, it’s in the past!”, but people would just look at me weird. It’s not really ‘in the past’, it’s just extremely far away – the farthest that x-ray and infrared telescopes have ever been able to penetrate.

If we lived in california, but still depended on the pony express for communication from new york city, and all the ponies were turtles, we’d be getting daily news reports from new york but it would be months, years, decades old by the time we got it. So we might say “new york city is so far away it’s in the past!”

since light only travels so fast, (and apparently x-rays and gamma rays stick to the same speed limit), the light getting to us right now that came from those really distant galaxies in red shift space started off a long time ago – in the past. Even light from jupiter takes over an hour to get here – when the shoemaker- levy comet hit jupiter a few years ago, by the time we were watching it, it had already happened over an hour before.
The universe is about 14 billion years old, scientists now agree, and has been evolving. And another analogy I draw is between the development of the cucumber vine-web of the universe’s structure and the development of the human brain, the human mind.

As a young child, the web of mind is elaborate; connections are drawn in every direction – adults call it “play” and “silliness”, but I think it is the most powerful magic and a the highest beauty of mind. Later on, maturity usually occurs, and many connections are dropped in favor of putting all the “flow” into the main, most important connections. The initial complexity of the web becomes simplified, unused neurons die off. The universe has shown a similar evolution. And since no one has been around 14 billion years, we know this by looking at red-shift space – at what we can see of it today, which is information from 10, 11, 12 billion years in the past. We look back and see that structure was more complex, less dense.
Looking into red-shift space is like looking into the mind of a child – all dream and playful possibility. Before the fall of the angels, before the formation of the "metals" of the periodic table.

It’s my escapism: red-shift space, the “strawberry sky” – I disappear into astrophysics stories of quasars and hyperluminous infrared galaxies (hlirg’s – the brightest lights in the universe), in red-shift space, interacting in galaxy clusters like magical priests in a primitive society, then I look up at the world around me on the new york city subway and the contrast is a blast; it’s disorienting.
Just as the mind of a child simplifies into the mind of an adult, retaining only the most needed connections and casting away the more playful, the universe is growing up. Fourteen billion years ago, all gas and tiny connections, astrophysics and cosmology have shown it to have greatly simplified in structure, at the same time making massive clusters of galaxies along a fiber structure like a spider’s web, or a human brain. To loose the abilities and grace of childhood, settling down, this always seemed a shame to me, so unsatisfied with the situation, what can we do about it?
Schizotypality is like a mind full of magic circus tigers that gather the grace to run out of the circus in every direction, to every other node, like dendrites from the neurons of a complex mind, or people reaching out to every other member of the community.
So I choose it, consciously; schizotypality is a kind of grace; they refer to something very similar in astrophysics when describing the dynamics of galaxies as members of galaxy clusters - the quality they measure (besides continuity, momentum, density, velocity, pressure, and magnetic field) is "velocity dispersion", a kind of freedom from the normal gravitational laws- it's the ability to break free from a cluster, interact with other clusters, and not become bound.
On what path should consciousness lead? - every least traveled path, playfully.
As the mind grows logy with the accumulation of time, systematically re-add the eccentricity by contemplating the perfection of each feature of the surrounding environment. The hyperperfect world confutes time, increases in blessedness; gravity looses all power over thought, mind, spirit, as a gaze is cast toward heaven.

Modern day astrophysics mirrors the aztec religion of 500 years ago; our cosmology maps out galaxy clusters into "red-shift space", measuring out the "redshift" as z, so the galaxies are found for instance in "intermediate redshift" space, with z < 1 ; or at something more significant like z=2.63 or the extreme distant quasars at z=6.0 + . They speculate on things at z=9, or even z=10+. But so far there are no pictures from that time/place.
The aztecs had 13 heavens; the top two heavens were reserved for the supreme pair, ometecuhtli and omecihuatl. The eleventh heaven, red heaven, was reserved for the god of fire. The tenth, yellow heaven, was reserved for one of the sun gods. The ninth was the white heaven of the evening star. In the eighth heaven obsidian knives clashed, and there were storms. In the seventh, or blue heaven, huitzilpochtli, the blue sky, dwelt. In the sixth or green heaven, the winds dwelt, in the fifth heaven wandering stars, comets, fire snakes, and fire roamed about. The fourth heaven was inhabited by birds and the salt goddess, huixtocihuatl. The sun walked down the corridor of the third heaven, as did the centzonmimizcoa. (?) in the second heaven the stars lived, as did the gods of the night sky and the milky way. The first heaven, which was closest to earth, was where the clouds formed, and where the moon walked and the planets roamed. The top four heavens were called teteocan, the invisible heavens. The nine lower heavens were called ilhuicatl, or visible celestial activity.

Most shamans I have studied with have been white magic. A few were dark magic. All ultimately had human failings, and so as a spiritual leader, were not as useful to me as the malayan tapir, black and white like a 700 pound yin-yang symbol, hasn't evolved for the past 70 million years, the ancient relative of the horse and rhino.
The animal is a shaman, and more powerful than most human shamans i've met. Because i'm leaving new york, I went to spend some time with the bronx zoo tapir, and it's always an amazing and life changing experience. He flashed his red eye at me, with a look that goes straight to your soul, a glance that knows you through to the core of your spirit, and loves you immensely. I'm not sexually attracted to the thing, but it's the closest thing to being in love for that moment.
And he teaches! He hasn't evolved for 70 million years, because he holds it in - that's what he teaches.
The first encounter - love at first split second - was at the zoo in omaha nebraska, at the center of the us. Largest indoor jungle in the world. I saw two tapirs, and I sensed something special instantly, the way they moved, the look in their eyes.....
I went back to omaha, meaning to take a day for the zoo, then got lazy. All of a sudden a strong message came to me, a plea to keep my promise and go to the zoo. I got up and went, and breathed magic measured breath on them to wake them up and they responded to the magic, got up and did a dance including one standing on hind legs in the water looking right up at me, and both of them tossing their head up and trunk up periodically, a message from the heart of the universe, a prayer from the heart of god, a prayer for prayer, a prayer that as it goes out in every size and shape and color out into the universe it is us, and our actions and thoughts, and the tapir at the sacred center is casting a plea for a more sacred dispensation, an imperative to fight against destruction and for renewal.
I met a japanese girl at a party, and told her I had been to the zoo earlier that day. She asked "by yourself?" thinking, "how odd!". But I said yeah, it's a mile from home and I have a yearly pass, so it's my backyard. She then asked "so what's your favorite animal?" and I knew the word tapir means almost nothing to anyone, so I pulled a picture out of my wallet. She said "oh! That's what we call in china the "dream eater" - the legend is that if a child has a bad dream they just call the dream eater (the malayan tapir) and he will eat up all the bad dreams.
So others think there's something special about this animal.
So then I went to the bronx tapir to see if he could eat dreams. Sure enough! Eats them and shows you in your mind whole worlds of dreams that you never had yet that connect to yours. Then he explains, (through his eyes, through his behavior, through the wierdly slow movements) that yes, he eats dreams, which means he eats demons, just like I do! But he points out that you don't just eat everything, you have to digest it! He digests it with extraordinarily graceful ritualistic life-oriented moves carried out with exquisite control and calm - climb down into the water, spin in a slow circle creating a little whirlpool, climb back out, nibble on a leaf that's high up, nibble at one down low, walk around casting powerful knowing glances at admirers...
...Teaching the shamans that time, digested properly, is grace. The tapir sees the magic, and the excitement we feel is the turbulence, but like a flag of the storm of magic, flying at the "minimal energy state", he digests the turbulence, rather than sharing it; he makes it disappear within himself, possibly waiting for the right moment when he will transmit the magic. ("delaying necessarily presupposes possessing a place to let go; accepting this helps you utilize diminishment" - I ching) the tapir teaches the magical "creation" of this place within himself.
So almost as a cosmic center, a spiritual center, where the core of the mind resides, I realized is the tapir in the jungle. And isn't that crazy?!?
Someone said I shouldn't put so much power in an animal. And I entertain the idea that I just had a psyche ready to learn things and just projected them on some poor unsuspecting zoo animal, that all this learning and love just takes place in my mind, and i'm insanely projecting this. Or, this is tapirology, the cult with a tapir at the center.
When I watch that tapir do what he does, I think it's such a gift to all creatures and spirits in the vicinity; what is it he adds to the environment? (and which I would also like the role of adding to the environment - a good role for a quasar in a galaxy cluster.) he provides what they call in astrophysics a "cooling flow".In a galaxy cluster there is typically an evolution to a point where there is an object at the center, of much greater density (dream or demon eating), and that object has the lowest temperature, so as new material hits the cluster it can be expected to be sacrificed to the "cooling flow" at the center of the cluster, that his "metals" or "demons" would be consumed by the being at the center, thereby lowering the temperature of the infalling galaxy and raising the temperature of the object at the center - the tapir's red, winking, eyeball - but the tapir posits that magical place within himself that digests the heat, and it "goes away", as does the turbulence the various galaxies came in with. A cooling flow sits at the center of the united states, in the henry dooly zoo in omaha, nebraska, in the largest indoor jungle in the world, in the two malayan tapirs there, then there is a tapir on the east coast in the bronx zoo in new york, and a tapir on the west coast at the san diego zoo, to handle the extra dreams of the coastal cities. At the center of the turbulent jungle, the calm tapir, on a long and mythic trail through deep and wild ruins, all the while remaining calm and composed; and as far as the material world goes, he leaves alot alone.

***** 2 diagrams of galaxy cluster with cooling flow and high density metallicity gradient, from abell 85 in redshift space at z=0.055 (http://xxx.Soton.Ac.Uk/ps_cache/astro-ph/ pdf/0411/0411527.Pdf)

when I am standing at the zoo staring at the tapir, or when I am at the peak of a mountain at the middle of a day's hike taking a rest, I am practicing what I think is sometimes called cognitive therapy, where my consciousness is looking directly at the core of my psyche, (is the way I am interpreting it); I am looking directly at the center. I have carefully chosen these things to be the center.
And I had said this is the most psychotic thing I have ever done, because I am there in "reality" exactly as if I were in unreality, looking at a spirit, but it's in the regular world.
(it's ok, I still maintain multiple minds and have replacements...)
while on the mountain top today I could see for 100 miles of rolling green hills in every direction and I sat at a peak on the long peak-ridge and it was like a little stage, a quarter of a football field, pretty smooth, a rolling dip, and this I named the "tlaloc stage" for myself (so I would go there more - it's a good workout, free trip cause I live near it, and a very good workout)
but I named it "tlaloc" stage because of tlaloc the aztec god of rain-going-straight-up, (mist of the storm) the "vertical component" I call it, or irrational centrifugality itself, and the perfect example is the superluminal quasar jet coming from both poles of the "murky" black hole....
And on the tlaloc stage, alot that happens is interesting. Everyone who got that high up by hiking hard for two hours has something interesting to say or do. A beagle on a lease sniffing along the ground like nothing is different from a city sidewalk, is a contrasting image.
Everyone else is sitting staring at the view and resting for a moment. At then at the other end of the little "dip" stage, a small bird flies over toward that peak, then hovers in the oncoming gentle wind, perfectly above the technical peak, and he stayed there motionless, about twenty feet above the peak, straight across from me, for several minutes, which could only be for artistic or magical purposes(?)
the wild squirrels struck poses upon rocks.
A scout troop made a project of scraping out writing on a rock.
All on the tllaloc stage.
So staring at the tlaloc stage I find similar to staring at the tapir at the zoo, which I take to be the center of my psyche, and I inhabit it in red shift space, as I do the tllaloc stage, meaning it is simple and aesthetically complete enough that it works well for kenosis, or "astral projection" as they call it, so I go far away into the sky, into red-shift space, (some of the highest aztec heavens) and there I land on the place I am looking at through my eyes-in-this-consciousness, but that I now take for lucid dream / shamanic journey.
(that's why I said this is the most psychotic thing i've done yet, i'm really blurring the two worlds here, but i'm enjoying it, and i'm doing it more and more...)
and now there's a third thing i'm taking as the center of my psyche - (the three -ring-circus -psyche, three mountain tops, with the tapir on one mountaintop, tlaloc the aztec god and all the little implementations of that on the second, and on the third, the "sun-going-down's-radiance"...)
(this thing needs a name, so it's going to be "the-sun-going-down's-radiance"; it is a galactic core, four megaparsecs from here, not as far as red shift space, one of the closer aztec heavens, but distinct because we have detailed xray info reports from a couple of telescopes, and it is a very young galaxy, an extremely young core, young and pure, in a calm and infinitely slow romance, an amazing environment that captured my shamanic attention after I had happened to read about it in a recent astrophysics article and then found myself thinking alot about it, as often happens - I use the articles as escapism and use kenosis into the detailed astrophysical hydro dynamical environments)
so the name of the galaxy is ngc4395. The article was extensive, which is what I love in my escapist-oriented red-shifty-space-type stories; lots of intricate detail to get me really in there and test the strengths of kenosis with intricate detail.
The object at the center is "the-sun-going-down's-radiance", a black hole.
The regular " sun " is the thing where so much magic comes from around here, yet I figure so many people do, and have, in the past, worshiped the thing, that it doesn't need much of my meditation, I just walk in it's rays.
I spend my time instead meditating, for the same thing, the "chi" or the "yin" to go with the earth's "yang" - on the next hierarchical "suns":
the object the sun rotates around, at the center of the milky way galaxy, is called "sgr a*" (pronounced "sagittarius a star") in all the literature, and it's the best known black hole, of course, and that's the naming convention apparently, having read about many of the known black holes in the local and distant universe.
In our galaxy cluster, the "local group", there are two major galaxies: the milky way is one, with sgr a* at the center, and the other one that supposedly "balances" it on the other half of this cucumber-like cross section of universe-structure where the cucumber seeds are galaxies, the meat is dark matter, and there are two big seeds in this particular cross section - milky way and andromeda galaxy, or " m31". And at the center of m31 is a duality, two objects, dancing in a rotation they call a "binary system", two objects only known as "p1" and "p2", so I call them the "p-nut", because the halo around the binary object is peanut-shaped.
(http://uk.Arxiv.Org/ps_cache/astro-ph/ps/ 0202/0202317.Qwang-e3_fig5.Jpeg)
***** sgr a * area map with large molecular clouds
so I thought that was a clever name, the "peanut", (and right across from the "milky way", the andromeda galaxy must be "snickers",) but since i've already named a black hole, now somebody else do it. This one is great too, I highly recommend being the first "shaman" to take this particular object under their wing, and visa versa or whatever happens - you know...
In the story, ngc4935, is a galaxy 4 mega parsecs away, along the giant cucurbitaceous vine of structure of universe we are embedded in (and that we are a part of, and a microcosm of, if you include the spirit world around us, that connects us all like the cucumber meat connects the seeds)
the article was about how it twinkled mysteriously, which is originally what got my attention - the "mystery".
It had "rapid variability" - "the extreme flatness and dramatic long-term variability of the x-ray spectrum are unprecedented among active galactic nuclei"
"7. Summary and conclusions
the nucleus of ngc 4395 is unique among type 1 agns. In addition to having one of the lowest
observed luminosities and least massive black holes, it displays a number of extreme properties in
the x-ray band as well. As our chandra observation confirms, ngc 4395 has a spectacular x-ray
light curve that exhibits large-amplitude variations on extremely short time scales. This object is
one of the most x-ray–variable agns known. In addition, the chandra light curve shows possible
evidence of quasi-periodic oscillations. About a dozen cycles with a period of ~ 400 s were observed.
The statistical significance of the periodicity is high, making this one of the most convincing cases
to date of periodic x-ray variability in an agn. Under the assumption that the feature responsible
for the periodic signal is located near the innermost stable orbit of the accretion disk, the 400 s
period implies an upper limit of 9 × 105 m? For the mass of the black hole in ngc 4395, which is
consistent with previous estimates of the black-hole mass."
(feb4 2005, h ttp://xxx.Soton.Ac.Uk/ps_cache/astro-ph/pd f/0502/0502109.Pdf)
it was flickering way too fast, and with, even, a "quasi-variability"
it's a twinkling star, that apparently hadn't been imaged in this detail ever before, and they had for the first time resolved "a" and were proud of the new telescope results and the new detailed resolution and now had distinguished for the first time "a" from "b", "c", "d", and "e" .In figure 1
and they wondered how it could be so variable on such quick timescales, because the way most agn, or "active galactic nuclei" ; ie. "black holes" - the way they work, is they stand at the center as the gravitational sink hole, and - - they spin, and they are portals, and they eat, little by little, but first they gather everything around them like an apothecary gathers all those poisons at the pharmacy and is totally prepared to give out just the right medicine for the right arising circumstance. A portal, a shaman, the black hole astrates an element not known of by man, or the "outer" universe/world, but it is the "substance" that is "portal";
and either a big quasar is just roaring out ,a jet blasting out at enormous energies from the two poles of the "supermassive black hole", a a pretty regular rate, pretty steady feeding of "lobes" of turbulent gas, flowers on the ends of these heavenly jets of tigers escaping ftrom the circus and taking the "right" path, "collimated beams".
And our own sgr a* is no quasar; those powerful things are mostly in redshift space,in the highest of the aztec heavens. We watch the objects that are spiraling toward it - we've been watching closely for the years since the hubble space telescope has been up - and they say time is not connected to space or energy, and it all comes apart down there in the turbulence where it goes down the sink.
Einstein said you can think of time and space and energy separately - he said that would be ok, you can think of it like that. And so I sure do. This message from einstein to irrationalists - to irrationalism itself - was a powerful gift....
And even a "quiescent" black hole like sgr a* eats with a - somewhat - predictable flow. It eats, it stops eating, it eats again, like I go to lunch , I go out to dinner, but the astrophysicists in red shift space looking at me would think it odd if in between lunch and dinner I ran back to the diner and walked in and out and in and out and farther away and closer, and just jumped up and down yelling about the diner, and then skipped dinner and went home and went to sleep - that's kind of what they were saying in the article they noticed about this black hole (who needs a name) - for this story, he'll be called "the-sun-going-down's-radiance".
He was flickering at unpredictable, and even "quasi-periodic" rates. Very quickly.
So here's the "psychosis" I came up with inside this astrophysics article:
it isn't the black hole that they were looking at. Yes, they separated out "a" form the other components. But "the-sun-going-down's-radiance" shines by proxy.
That thing, "a", in "figure 1", is not the "center" black hole, ("the-sun-going-down's-radiance") , but rather the object rotating around "it",
this delicate relationship at the center of a galaxy that is being observed is a relationship preserved in such a young galaxy, which, though not way out in red shift space where this type thing is more typically found, it is like those young, originally forming,red-shift space galaxies, but it is close enough, at four mega parsecs for the astrophysicists to use it as a high-energy laboratory.
Object "a", (or "rez laminar", because he follows the path of a resonant orbit, and is a laminar flow that becomes ever-more butteroil, or lamilar, as he rotates around..."the-sun-going-down's-radiance") in the figure 1, like a mountain tapir, twinkling as he works consistently (except maybe occasional breaks for high peak lee shan oolong tea!), working by traveling around the complex and grand gravitational structure that surrounds this ""the-sun-going-down's-radiance", a small but very interesting and intricate apothecary, with varying gravitational potentials, as the object makes it's rotation due to the molecular clouds the central hole has gathered to create large molecules (in our milky way galaxy "sgr b2 is the "large molecule heimat" or (homeland of the most complex elements of the galaxy and ourselves)
and its like the mountain trails in northern california, winding up and down across steep rolling hills like draped popcorn on a christmas tree... (see diagram, the blue line is the path of "a" around the center, from the view of his highest peak and short rest, as he rotates to the left, over the hill, and counter clockwise around, (occasionally winking),
that is the path I am proposing is the path of the object "a" that goes around "the-sun-going-down's-radiance", the object I am proposing exists , (so please name it somebody), if you followed that story, what would be a good name for that thing?
(see "the-sun-going-down's-radiance"? Neither do i, but it's out there, you know!)
a, (or "rez laminar"), is acting magical as he dances around his apothecary, acting wild about a "murky" central pit ("murky like a valley lake - who's murky enough to awaken slowly into clarity?" - lao tzu)
and I have formed a bond with rez laminar now, like the tapir in the bronx or the tlaloc stage near my home in california,) this "para-radiator" who shines as a proxy for "the-sun-going-down's-radiance", the black hole,
(by the way, "a" obviously needs a name here too, and I am not feeling like naming massive astrophysical objects - this is what I need a professional shaman for, maybe.)
i formed a bond with rez laminar by playing it's role today, walking around in the mountains; I took a bunch of heavy rocks from the peak - "mission peak" - and hauled them all the way down, and I don't believe in "gravity", or a force underground "pulling" you down; the force inside the earth is pushing up, the surrounding darkmatter is pushing down, the outer cucumber meat is pushing down on the seeds at the center from all sides, not "gravity", (that silly 1666 idea from when satan was sitting in the tree of knowledge and threw an apple at newton's head!)
and what I interacted with was the dark matter that surrounds the core of the earth, the "murky pit", like rez laminar interacted with "the-sun-going-down's-radiance" - the murky pit he dances around irrationally, but with some "quasiperiodic" rhythm.
The tapir goes over the mountain
con - tem - pla - ting....
Thinking!
Winking!
And occasionally powering
the strawberry sky,
beaming like a firefly
watching everything go by......
Going for a ride....
Boy they're gonna be surprised....
Just gotta give 'em time,
and watch the strawberry shine!
And I formed this bond with a by going around in the mountains today, and I did it in red-shift space - I did kenosis - astral projection. I looked up in the sky and way past the sun and way past 4 megaparsecs to red shift space, redshift six or six point something gets me excited to the point where I may just lapse into catatonic schizophrenia, so I stop right around there, but
over there, on the top of mission peak, on the "peak ridge" trail....

That is an example of red magic. I am using dark for the purpose of light. I set up two things - myself and this object so far away, in red shift space, and the dark matter has to follow the rule of pushing me together with whatever I contemplate. So now it has to push me together with something so outlandish, so outrageously distant, that this push by the dark is into the light!)
(of course then there's visa versa)
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in a realm as inherently free as the realm of shamanism, the principle in life of "life is never hard enough, (everything is always too easy)" might truly be appropriate. So when, among the various twisty ideas of cutting-edge-grand-vision scientists or creators and wielders of world religion and philosophy, an idea is encountered that challenges the inherently free shaman, a difficulty is encountered, a specially dense object in the forest is revealed, then that is something to focus in on, embrace, and roll around wrestling with. And when an idea like this sticks out over the course of years, then this idea should be passed on to other shamans at a similar level, either to "call in the cavalry" and have a serious challenge finally vanquished, or for the simple and irrational comfort of having others witness your own loss to a formidable foe. And so I have taken up red magic, the proposal of unity between the human and the demon world.
A warrior shaman, warrior all my life, I am now a warrior proposing peace, and not only peace, but a sobornost across discrepant worlds.
How? Reason with them at the bargaining table? No, reason has no effect on irrationalists. (why? In a utilitarian sense my outlook is irrational, but, is it apparent irrationality, which simply sets aside the values of this world for spiritual values which are ultimately seen as more real, or is it the truly irrational, the fantastic, for its own sake, without the need to declare this is a reality more real than prosaic reality?)
but how then? Impress the demons, they're like little kids, just show them you have something to offer them and they will behave differently. They tease and harrass what they are disappointed in ;they won't destroy what they value, and they will come to what mystifies them.
The path of red magic might be considered "hard" in that it requires such inclusivity; no exclusion of the demon world. I propose uniting human and demon, or spirit world. Many religions want to leave the demons out. Many shamans want to put up barriers and keep vampires out. But the universe is no "humanist" - it's hard on humanity, very violent; yet perfect, with no concept of "ruin";
the problem with my "red magic" from the point of view of the humanists, I would imagine, is that I can't see "ruin"; I don't have use for the term, at the deeper level, the transcendental level of understanding.
If you look at it from the transcendental point of view of the universe, there was a big bang, but we don't call the resulting universe the "ruins" of the original "singularity"; and when jesus was crucified, christians don't call that the "ruin" of jesus, they call it the "perfection of mystery" (or atleast the catholics do).

And jesus made a very powerful, and very revealing, prayer in the olive garden of gesemede on the night before his crucifixion. Look it up in the bible it's great but it goes something like "i'm not asking you to save everybody father, not all the people, just those who believed in me, the ones who cooperated.

So jesus is no red magician. No tapir. No "lao tzu". No "yin yang symbol". He's a one- sided warrior. Pray to him and join in the christian mysteries and he'll give you what you want - even material gifts. He'll bury you in darkness and make you say "thank you!" - but confront him, attack him, as a shaman, and he'll fight you just like a demon, he'll use demon technology.

The 5 and a half thousand-year war that's been raging between the humans and the demons is costing the humans everything. Look at the "heavy metal accumulation" humanity has suffered. Look at the "entrainment of the ambient medium" that has occurred. Look at the "beam decollimation" of the human spirit, the "expanding radio lobe" of the human form and the human environment. I'm pulling the quoted terms out of astrophysics, because when astrophysicists discuss the bright lights in the universe, these quoted terms are all bad things. Humans don't realize it, they have been taught that the opposite is bad. But the tao te ching knows: another quote from that great magical taoist document: "which is affliction, gain or loss?" humans have become embedded in dark matter and isolated like north korea from the diplomatic community. We can't talk to the animals or the trees or the spirits anymore, we fell down the hole of human knowledge. Kids aren't born down there, but the parents pull them down. Shamans have learned to give up human life and go back up there with the spirits and the trees and the animals and the kids and the other shamans, and sometimes we see the schizophrenics up there too, like the american indians say that people with mental illness are "close to god".
Like dogs barking and chasing after cats, the demons pick on the humans, humans being the more catlike nature, ("there's nothing more closely related to the human genome, apart from the primate genome, than the feline genome" - the cat genome project), and the demons of course playing the role of the dogs. Why do they do it? Because dogs chase cats.
It's a case of moral outrage - the moral outrage of a pack animal against a lone hunter.

Tezcatlipoca, the hungry chief, the consumer, became a jaguar, and chased quetzalcoatl, his brother, the shining light, philosophical and spiritual in outlook, to tlapollan, place of bright colors, where he was reborn.
(xototl - a dog - is quetzalcoatl's twin, the darkness that accompanies light, as a shadow, the double of everything. ("shadows cast by clouds travel quickly over mountain and plain"))

the cat chased the dog out of the world into the place of bright colors. The dog will want to return. The pack animals won't stand for the increasing portion of territory being run by sole-hunter-style cats.
I'm in the same human prison we all are; it's just that I feel it's my role to get up and "act free", to annoy the warden, because I think he deserves it. I get the advocation from the malayan tapir of an irrationally enthusiastic "wu-wei" ("not for the purpose of something", an ancient and important taoist and zen buddhist concept) with his look and the gentle tossing upward of his trunk and head.

The shamanism from 5000 year old tajikistan says the barking dogs, the demons, are spirits of trauma, not only from our own lives but from those of our ancestors, and that they can be overcome, subjugated, and then become the shaman's spirit helpers. The very first task to become a shaman is to go to a high cliff and jump off. If there's any fear of death, you'll die. So after he completely gives up fear of death, or of anything else, he is ready to deal with the spirit world.
(the dreamer must control the dream, not the dream the dreamer!)
there's a bubble of protection around us, and outside the bubble is the klippoth. But some people's protective bubble is burst, usually of their own doing, like with me, and they do it without realizing the repercussions, but they venture out, into the universe, into nature, into thought, into mystery, away from the safe home of simple understanding that most people have, and they arrive in the klippoth. But you have to be prepared, so that you can deal gracefully and harmoniously with the lost creatures there, minister to them as they were hoping someone would, teach them of the heaven inside themselves, enlighten them.
The aztecs say we're not on this earth for long, and we're not here to "get" anything, only to maintain a "wise face and a firm heart" (not here to seek comfort - they expect only hardship out of life on earth); and hegel and his 19th century german realm say that the most important thing isn't comfort, it's..... Freedom.
I call it "irrational centrifugality", pushing out from the center like a centrifuge and not willing to listen to reason (otherwise they could lure the tiger back into the circus with a juicy steak and a promise to stop shooting bullets at him if he behaves himself - the modern human "social contract")

some say the idea of demons all around you seems to be a "dark" spirituality. But the universe all together is not dark, and it is not light, it is both, extremely powerful lights - quasars, hyper luminous infrared galaxies (hrlig's), gamma ray bursting hypernovae, this is the light. And it's surrounded by vast swaths of dark, and surrounded more closely by heavy "blankets of crushing dark matter"; it's all beauty. Light for the sake of darkness, darkness for the sake of light. Go get squeezed by the heavy dark and you light up brighter, like a quasar among regular galaxies. The truth isn't dark, it's yin & yang. Like the malayan tapir. Red magic, all -inclusive.
Ancient masters of the way,
all subtle mystery and dark enigma vision
were deep beyond knowing.
So deep beyond knowing,
we can only describe their appearance:
perfectly cautious, as if crossing winter streams,
perfectly watchful as if neighbors threatened,
perfectly reserved, as if a guest,
perfectly expansive, like ice melting,
perfectly simple, like uncarved wood,
perfectly empty, like an open valley,
and perfectly murky, like a valley lake.
Who is murky enough to awaken slowly into clarity?
Who is still enough to awaken slowly into life?
Follow this way and you’ll never crave fullness;
never crave fullness and you'll wear away into perfection.
-lao tzu, the tao te ching
the emperor of heaven in charge of unity practices dark-enigma union,
breathing in solidity and sincerity, and breathing out contentment.
Culture two is a superculture, not a subculture. Each of us is born into one or another "culture one", but with any number of different methods we can all rise up and reach into the heights of "culture two", which subsumes all the "culture one"s beneath it, then we just act like we're in culture one but fly away in private into culture two. Shamanism is a form of religion that arose spontaneously all around the world. And taoism is a world religion based on the refinement of it. So is the aztec cutlure. They don't compete, they say the same thing in similar ways.Modern day astrophysics contributes significant new facts to the existing culture two. Things that can't be seen in the sociological sphere can be seen on astrophysical scales. The key is to make the analogy between humans and galaxies, between human communities and galaxy clusters, between priests/shamans and quasars among the galaxies, and between dark matter - now agreed to be 85% of the universe - and the demon world that surrounds us. Dark for the purpose of an expansive and luxurious vine of light;

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hegel was like a tapir, a dream eater, consuming all the encylopaedic ideas of his day and combining their elements into a phantasmagoric system of images meant to guide the understanding through a dialectic of hierophanies, where 2 opposites are simultaneously cancelled-out and raised up, or "aufgehoben", into a unifying third ("thesis, antithesis, sysnthesis);
red magic is the aufgehoben of white and black. A sobornost that is a true aufgehoben of the war

like the tapir, hegel teaches "it is not through knowledge but through moral worth that man stands in authentic relation to being", just like it is not through consuming dreams but through their digestion that a dream-eater performs his magic work as a "cooling flow" in the realm of life, and as emperor of heaven in charge of unity, his irrationalist movements and glances the aperiodic bursts of intense radiation from the collapsing "black hole" of his knowing.
A kenotic entering, propelled by thought, appearing in the spirit realm, kingdom of the spirit, to witness the nature of the absolute.
A magical, irrational synthesis of being and anti-being, resting in the poiwer of nature, flying into the face of the anti-being, knowing.
The purpose of red magic is knowledge through magical unity, a knowledge of the infinite well at the center of the garden, burried under the blanket of finity.
"the finite is of the understanding, which requires the synthesis of imagination in time; the expression of the infinite, of noumenal realityin man never emerged in theoretical reason, but only in the fact of human freedom, in practical reason, and the actualization of the moral law". The russian irrationalists, of the same time period as hegel, would add as a mode of expressing this "infinite", the irrational. And by this they mean something quite similar to what hegel was expressing in his philosophy of "reason";