In what language is  “Truth” uttered?

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In some schools of thought is posed that song, poetry and drama are actually closer to the “divine,” as the essence and frequency contained exalts persons instinctually (Ketu) and circumvents the cerebral (Rahu). One contemplates oracular priestesses dancing, sheathed in rubies, golden charms and emerald; embers and warmed spice twirling against the swollen moon behind them. The Shakti (raw power) flickering within this image, impregnates itself in its “perceivable” externalized form. From this perspective, it is not intrinsically “glamour” or merely exoteric, it is far deeper than this, but depends on how one has shaped the faculties to perceive.

 

For example, when considering Qabalah, the supernal triangle is a dimension beyond ‘conventional’ mind, and is so ‘subtle and all-encompassing’ that it is only contained in symbol, myth and allegory. In such this way; all things are beyond themselves; it takes one being able to penetrate through barricades to ascertain meaning. To look further, it said from a gnostic perspective that spirituality is “darkness,” because it so luminous that it requires a specific consciousness to perceive of its brightness.

 

Similarly, in quantum physics, “All the Color of the Dark” refers to the potential energy within dark matter. The mysterious eleventh sefira Da’ath encounters one to swell the sonic pitch into a thousand suns, much like the Aghori breathes life into ash and it is ash no longer. 

 

Perhaps this is what Oscar Wilde means when he says, beauty is truth, a purest flickering of its soul, however grotesque or opulent; one being the other in excess. Though persons may not agree with perspective posed (or life style) by Crowley; to me his greatness is willed by his poetry. If you step into the violet fire of Kenneth Grant or Crowley, and let it “overtake you”, there is something very sacred there. Composers who conjure the cinema screen purely within their music; authors who sculpt orchestras only with their words, bequeath the truth. “Halloween” holds greatness, for what is unsaid and elusively draped in the Cape of Nocturnal Secrets; it contains pure potential to Be. Just as the deepest “love” can never be contained in rigid form, as limitation cannot hold it. The atmosphere of Autumn bequeaths enigma and dares the onlooker to simply look. 

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Works Cited:

Eli. The Tarot of Eli, www.elitarotstrickingly.com/blog/the-tarot-of-eli-87ea1adc-ad0d-46c5-8f60-ab0d0f69c905.

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“Take me to the dream,

to the highs and the depths of my soul”

Sumerland (What Dreams May Come)