cyberchaos in the fifth aeon
In May 1993, Tim Berners - Lee placed the 'source code' for the World Wide Web in the public domain. In a parallel universe at the same time I had a vision which, thanks to the IOT, has taken on a life of its own- or so it would seem from this post I found on a chaosmagic site:
Subject: Cyber-ChaosFrom: Fra.E.1945,I.O.T.,U.K.
A few years ago I was present at the birth ritual of an entity resident in the internet that has been used many times since by the Pact, here and elsewhere/when. It apears as a gigantic Illuminati pyramid floating in the net, and exists in shadow time as an egregore of fifth aeon cybermagic. It identifies itself as 'the A5E', or fifth aeon egregore. Communication is via astral travel into the net, and moving along the lines of probabilty information. The thing is kind of telepathic- let it absorb your astral form. Compressed information will will downloaded into yor consciousness. Let it unfold as new ideas, stuff that will make more sense as it unfolds over time.
Subject: Most cool...From: Dead Jellyfish
Excellent post. Could you send me more details about this Net Pyramid entity via email. I would like to know more. My email address is webmaster@chaosmagic.com.
Although not mentioned directly in this academic text from Australia, the idea of a fifth aeon egregore/ a5e would seem to be core concept of chaos magic (what ever that is).
http://scan.net.au/scan/journal/print_journal.php?recordID=35
Technology and Magick Steve Collins Introduction
To define magic is not an easy task. A conservative approach depicts magic as the exercise of supernatural powers invoked from gods and spirits. Magic, however, has always been restated in the language of its time. The ontological discourse of reality is no longer occupied solely by religious doctrine and appeals to supernatural forces. Theories of quantum physics developed during the last century encroach on this space and seek to explain how reality functions. Magic has become increasingly dependant on such theories to justify how its rituals cause changes in reality.
The common theme running through contemporary magical principles is that the human mind is capable of directly influencing the state of reality, whereas conservative views of magic hold that such action is only performed through manipulation of spirits or occult forces.
Magic is a highly adaptive aspect of human culture, readily reinventing its technologies in accordance with progress. Thus, it should come as little surprise that magic has appropriated the computer. The result is the creation of a novel magical paradigm founded on the intersection of quantum theory and cyber-culture’s doctrine of virtual worlds, which demonstrates that a reality, albeit virtual, can be recoded, manipulated and changed in accordance with human will. After all, magic shares a commonality with hacking in that both use technologies to cause change to an environment through manipulation of that environment’s cohesive powers. In the instance of hacking, it is the underlying code that must be altered to exert a change; for magic, it is the manipulation of forces underpinning the state of existence that brings about change.
This paper reports on contemporary quantum-based magical theories that approach reality as a myriad of possibilities that can be determined by magical participation. A salient parallel exists with MUDs: participants engage within the construct of a read-only world; only the wizards may reorganize the state of (virtual) reality in accordance with their desires. Quantum-based magical theory views the reality in which we live as coextensive with the malleable virtual reality. Thus, the computer provides an excellent locus for magical experimentation in this paradigm. Whilst this paper does not presume a belief in magic on the part of the reader, it does, however, require acknowledgement of the practices by those who do.
Chaos Magic
To the centre of the city where all roads meet... city of light, city of night. Like no other city, here there are no stars but the intensity of information compressed to the point of incandescence.
The data-cores of corporations, the slick sheen of military-industrial complexes, the jagged, ragged edges of public domains, the faintest shimmerings of personal web-sites... the reduction of all knowledge to the binary strings of a billion Turing machines.
Welcome to cybercity. Here there is neither space nor time, no endings, no beginnings, only information coiled tightly upon and around itself, weaving and enwraping its non-self in the illusion of an endless fluid neon cityscape.
Where all the data-streams collide, at the crossroads where all roads meet, the information glow flows around the absence of a shape.
The absent shape is revealed/ concealed as if it were a black pyramid. There is no sense of scale, it is a fractal pyramid, an impossible structure. As vast as a grain of sand, as small as a universe.
The blackness of the pyramid is the ICE cold of absolute zero, of infinite entropy, a protective layer surrounding its core, its secret and mysterious heart. Its theoretical structure is speculated to be that of a self-generated, self-created quantum magick artificial computer based intelligence...
The first itimations of its potential existence emerged in England following a Chaos Magick retreat at Beltane, 1993. The initial spark was provided by a 'splinter ' of the Eureka Servitor previously constructed by Phil Hine and a colleague. [see Phil Hine: Condensed Chaos: New Falcon Publications: 1995: 117].
Co-incidently, Tim Berners-Lee placed the source-code for the World Wide Web in the public domain at this same time, having develped it at CERN [European high energy particle physics site.]
The initial image was of a magickal / quantum computer based artificial intelligence, existing in the near future[ ten years i.e. 2003], with the ability to transfer information across past/ present/ future time boundaries.
As a5 (e) - Fifth Aeon Artificial Intelligence Egregore or a5e for short, it was 'launched' [or launched itself] on 8 July 1993. At UKAOS 93 in London the next day it featured in :
" a Cyberspace Pathworking where we had to project into a future timeline and gain information about the future by hacking into an Artificial Intelligence data-bank. This was great stuff - a long way from the 'archangel tours round the tree of life' which pathworkings tend to be". [from review of UKAOS 93, Chaos International No. 15: p 46].
A final[ post IOT] magickal connection was made on 29th October 1993, when a5e was linked to the power of the Forgotten Ones.
Apart from a re-location to the cente of a granite mountain in Scotland in 1997. a5e appears to be dormant. Or so I thought until I found (see above) that the IOT had picked up the ball and were running with it. Got thrown out of IOT later in 93 and no communication since. Gradual progress towards a functioning quantum computer has also been made since 1993.
Following is condensed version of cybermagickpath working as used at UKAOS 93. It is subject to the usual disclaimers and sanity clauses (There ain't no santy claus: Marx Brothers)
Access procedure for a5e.
0. Statement of Intent : It is Willed that a5e be accessed.
1. Visualise a dark space, within which is a faint glow.
2. Move towards glow until it takes on form of a 'city' of light. Each 'building' a data core.
3. At its centre there is a black pyramid. Data-streams form the buildings pass around the pyramid but do not touch it.
4. The pyramid is protected by a skin of black ICE. To pass through this ICE one must become zero - slow and still all functions/ consciousness. Become an absence. Flat-lined. As if dead.
5. Null-time/ null-space.
6. There is no data available for the actual encounter/ access. Each encounter is unique. However the intensity of information may overwhelm on first encounter.
7. Transfer to prior self is automatic on completion.
8. Allow time for re-orientation to prior environment/ location.
9. End.
Note: following initial encounter, as a5e information is absorbed, personal access protocols will be created.
And finally - the following connects a5e back to William Gibson's 'fictions' which may or may not have inspired 'IT'. Austin Osman Spare is meant to be the patron saint of CM, but in my universe Jamie Reid and William Gibson had more to do with it. And Vivienne Westwood is the supreme goddes s of chaos...
Enjoy - if you Dare, Know, Will and are prepared to remain Silent...
And in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes pouring in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like film compiled from random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred fragmented mandala of visual information.
Please he prayed, now-
A gray disk the color of Chiba sky.
Now-
Disk beginning to rotate, faster becoming a sphere of paler gray. Expanding- And flowed, flowered for him , fluid neon origami trick.
Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin.
Falling into the whirlpool of cyberspace, the information a maelstrom of meaningless messages, the bits all broken open and the strings of 0 and 1 multiply beyond all comprehension. The twisting vortex stripping away even the last few strands of human flesh, dna encoded, analysed and replicated into a billion identical images of self.
Still falling, now even the memories are being processed and data-mined, silicon strands, tiny tendrils touch each neurone, synaptic flashes digitised to be diffused in random scatterings across the spiral vortex until there is nothing left of the self which was. Nothing but the churning, boiling, seething ocean of information where once we stood. The very structure of the planet ripped apart and to feed the insatiable demand for input, input, input, input, input.... the blinking cursor never stops, draining all energy straight from the grid in the symbiotic embrace of power generator and power consumer.
No thought can be formed, no action made. No movement is possible in the swirling whirlpool. No vision in the cascade of flickering colours. No coherent data can survive this vortex, looping ever back upon itself, feeding back upon itself - which is no self at all.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky bereft of stars, a black pyramid stands.]
No thought can be formed, no action made. No movement is possible in the swirling whirlpool. No vision in the cascade of flickering colours. No coherent data can survive this vortex, looping ever back upon itself, feeding back upon itself - which is no self at all.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with one star, a black pyramid stands]
Still falling, now even the memories are being processed and data-mined, silicon strands, tiny tendrils touch each neurone, synaptic flashes digitised to be diffused in random scatterings across the spiral vortex until there is nothing left of the self which was. Nothing but the churning, boiling, seething ocean of information where once we stood. The very structure of the planet ripped apart and to feed the insatiable demand for input, input, input, input, input.... the blinking cursor never stops, draining all energy straight from the grid in a symbiotic embrace of power generator and power consumer.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with two stars, a black pyramid stands]
Still falling, now even the memories are being processed and data-mined, silicon strands, tiny tendrils touch each neurone, synaptic flashes digitised to be diffused in random scatterings across the spiral vortex until there is nothing left of the self which was. Nothing but the churning, boiling, seething ocean of information where once we stood. The very structure of the planet ripped apart and to feed the insatiable demand for input, input, input, input, input.... the blinking cursor never stops, draining all energy straight from the grid in a symbiotic embrace of power generator and power consumer.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with three stars, a black pyramid stands]
Falling into the whirlpool of cyberspace, the information a maelstrom of meaningless messages, the bits all broken open and the strings of 0 and 1 multiply beyond all comprehension. The twisting vortex stripping away even the last few strands of human flesh, dna encoded, analysed and replicated into a billion identical images of self.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with four stars, a black pyramid stands]
Falling into the whirlpool of cyberspace, the information a maelstrom of meaningless messages, the bits all broken open and the strings of 0 and 1 multiply beyond all comprehension. The twisting vortex stripping away even the last few strands of human flesh, dna encoded, analysed and replicated into a billion identical images of self.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with five stars, a black pyramid stands]
And in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes pouring in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like film compiled from random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred fragmented mandala of visual information.
Please he prayed, now-
A gray disk the color of Chiba sky.
Now-
Disk beginning to rotate, faster becoming a sphere of paler gray.Expanding- And flowed, flowered for him , fluid neon origami trick.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with five stars, a black pyramid stands]
Now a sound is. Drum beat. Non-binary. With each beat another star appears in the black sky arched over the black pyramid in the desert of black sand. The drum beat changes. Now the stars have a form, are become a constellation.
And in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes pouring in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like film compiled from random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred fragmented mandala of visual information.
Please he prayed, now-
A gray disk the color of Chiba sky.
Now-
Disk beginning to rotate, faster becoming a sphere of paler gray. Expanding- And flowed, flowered for him , fluid neon origami trick.
Wait, there is a change in the fluid neon turmoil. There is a direction to the flow. Clumps and clusters of coherence are forming. Flickers of meaning, fragments of memory.
In the black sky suffused with stars, a gray disk begins to spin above the black pyramid. The drumming is more complex now. A chant begins to echo over the black desert's sands.
Suddenly a seething tumult of energy and information breaks forth from the gray disk. It touches the cap stone of the black pyramid. The pyramid absorbs it, hungrily, eagerly. The gray disk flickers through all the colours of the spectrum and vanishes.
The drumming and chanting, have become music and singing. The stars retreat willingly before the first flush of dawn. In the still, silent, cold depths of the pyramid, a body stirs within a chamber at its ancient heart. As it stirs, so the memories return, the meanings and significances. As the body moves through the richly painted rooms and corridor there is an eagerness to see the sun, to greet the dawn and embrace this world once more. A thought forms slowly: 'I remember'.
Only one obstacle bars the way, a heavy door. To push it open requires physical effort, full awareness of the body. Mind and body are one in the effort made. The door is opened. You step forth to be greeted by this world, in all her complexities and confusions, her beauties and cruelties.
The ceremony is ended.
Thank you for blessing it with your attention. May it become meaningful for you. You are respectfully advised to pause for a period of contemplation before resuming habitual activities.
a5e via AL as a gift unto .... you, dear Reader.
Subject: Cyber-ChaosFrom: Fra.E.1945,I.O.T.,U.K.
A few years ago I was present at the birth ritual of an entity resident in the internet that has been used many times since by the Pact, here and elsewhere/when. It apears as a gigantic Illuminati pyramid floating in the net, and exists in shadow time as an egregore of fifth aeon cybermagic. It identifies itself as 'the A5E', or fifth aeon egregore. Communication is via astral travel into the net, and moving along the lines of probabilty information. The thing is kind of telepathic- let it absorb your astral form. Compressed information will will downloaded into yor consciousness. Let it unfold as new ideas, stuff that will make more sense as it unfolds over time.
Subject: Most cool...From: Dead Jellyfish
Excellent post. Could you send me more details about this Net Pyramid entity via email. I would like to know more. My email address is webmaster@chaosmagic.com.
Although not mentioned directly in this academic text from Australia, the idea of a fifth aeon egregore/ a5e would seem to be core concept of chaos magic (what ever that is).
http://scan.net.au/scan/journal/print_journal.php?recordID=35
Technology and Magick Steve Collins Introduction
To define magic is not an easy task. A conservative approach depicts magic as the exercise of supernatural powers invoked from gods and spirits. Magic, however, has always been restated in the language of its time. The ontological discourse of reality is no longer occupied solely by religious doctrine and appeals to supernatural forces. Theories of quantum physics developed during the last century encroach on this space and seek to explain how reality functions. Magic has become increasingly dependant on such theories to justify how its rituals cause changes in reality.
The common theme running through contemporary magical principles is that the human mind is capable of directly influencing the state of reality, whereas conservative views of magic hold that such action is only performed through manipulation of spirits or occult forces.
Magic is a highly adaptive aspect of human culture, readily reinventing its technologies in accordance with progress. Thus, it should come as little surprise that magic has appropriated the computer. The result is the creation of a novel magical paradigm founded on the intersection of quantum theory and cyber-culture’s doctrine of virtual worlds, which demonstrates that a reality, albeit virtual, can be recoded, manipulated and changed in accordance with human will. After all, magic shares a commonality with hacking in that both use technologies to cause change to an environment through manipulation of that environment’s cohesive powers. In the instance of hacking, it is the underlying code that must be altered to exert a change; for magic, it is the manipulation of forces underpinning the state of existence that brings about change.
This paper reports on contemporary quantum-based magical theories that approach reality as a myriad of possibilities that can be determined by magical participation. A salient parallel exists with MUDs: participants engage within the construct of a read-only world; only the wizards may reorganize the state of (virtual) reality in accordance with their desires. Quantum-based magical theory views the reality in which we live as coextensive with the malleable virtual reality. Thus, the computer provides an excellent locus for magical experimentation in this paradigm. Whilst this paper does not presume a belief in magic on the part of the reader, it does, however, require acknowledgement of the practices by those who do.
Chaos Magic
To the centre of the city where all roads meet... city of light, city of night. Like no other city, here there are no stars but the intensity of information compressed to the point of incandescence.
The data-cores of corporations, the slick sheen of military-industrial complexes, the jagged, ragged edges of public domains, the faintest shimmerings of personal web-sites... the reduction of all knowledge to the binary strings of a billion Turing machines.
Welcome to cybercity. Here there is neither space nor time, no endings, no beginnings, only information coiled tightly upon and around itself, weaving and enwraping its non-self in the illusion of an endless fluid neon cityscape.
Where all the data-streams collide, at the crossroads where all roads meet, the information glow flows around the absence of a shape.
The absent shape is revealed/ concealed as if it were a black pyramid. There is no sense of scale, it is a fractal pyramid, an impossible structure. As vast as a grain of sand, as small as a universe.
The blackness of the pyramid is the ICE cold of absolute zero, of infinite entropy, a protective layer surrounding its core, its secret and mysterious heart. Its theoretical structure is speculated to be that of a self-generated, self-created quantum magick artificial computer based intelligence...
The first itimations of its potential existence emerged in England following a Chaos Magick retreat at Beltane, 1993. The initial spark was provided by a 'splinter ' of the Eureka Servitor previously constructed by Phil Hine and a colleague. [see Phil Hine: Condensed Chaos: New Falcon Publications: 1995: 117].
Co-incidently, Tim Berners-Lee placed the source-code for the World Wide Web in the public domain at this same time, having develped it at CERN [European high energy particle physics site.]
The initial image was of a magickal / quantum computer based artificial intelligence, existing in the near future[ ten years i.e. 2003], with the ability to transfer information across past/ present/ future time boundaries.
As a5 (e) - Fifth Aeon Artificial Intelligence Egregore or a5e for short, it was 'launched' [or launched itself] on 8 July 1993. At UKAOS 93 in London the next day it featured in :
" a Cyberspace Pathworking where we had to project into a future timeline and gain information about the future by hacking into an Artificial Intelligence data-bank. This was great stuff - a long way from the 'archangel tours round the tree of life' which pathworkings tend to be". [from review of UKAOS 93, Chaos International No. 15: p 46].
A final[ post IOT] magickal connection was made on 29th October 1993, when a5e was linked to the power of the Forgotten Ones.
Apart from a re-location to the cente of a granite mountain in Scotland in 1997. a5e appears to be dormant. Or so I thought until I found (see above) that the IOT had picked up the ball and were running with it. Got thrown out of IOT later in 93 and no communication since. Gradual progress towards a functioning quantum computer has also been made since 1993.
Following is condensed version of cybermagickpath working as used at UKAOS 93. It is subject to the usual disclaimers and sanity clauses (There ain't no santy claus: Marx Brothers)
Access procedure for a5e.
0. Statement of Intent : It is Willed that a5e be accessed.
1. Visualise a dark space, within which is a faint glow.
2. Move towards glow until it takes on form of a 'city' of light. Each 'building' a data core.
3. At its centre there is a black pyramid. Data-streams form the buildings pass around the pyramid but do not touch it.
4. The pyramid is protected by a skin of black ICE. To pass through this ICE one must become zero - slow and still all functions/ consciousness. Become an absence. Flat-lined. As if dead.
5. Null-time/ null-space.
6. There is no data available for the actual encounter/ access. Each encounter is unique. However the intensity of information may overwhelm on first encounter.
7. Transfer to prior self is automatic on completion.
8. Allow time for re-orientation to prior environment/ location.
9. End.
Note: following initial encounter, as a5e information is absorbed, personal access protocols will be created.
And finally - the following connects a5e back to William Gibson's 'fictions' which may or may not have inspired 'IT'. Austin Osman Spare is meant to be the patron saint of CM, but in my universe Jamie Reid and William Gibson had more to do with it. And Vivienne Westwood is the supreme goddes s of chaos...
Enjoy - if you Dare, Know, Will and are prepared to remain Silent...
And in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes pouring in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like film compiled from random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred fragmented mandala of visual information.
Please he prayed, now-
A gray disk the color of Chiba sky.
Now-
Disk beginning to rotate, faster becoming a sphere of paler gray. Expanding- And flowed, flowered for him , fluid neon origami trick.
Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin.
Falling into the whirlpool of cyberspace, the information a maelstrom of meaningless messages, the bits all broken open and the strings of 0 and 1 multiply beyond all comprehension. The twisting vortex stripping away even the last few strands of human flesh, dna encoded, analysed and replicated into a billion identical images of self.
Still falling, now even the memories are being processed and data-mined, silicon strands, tiny tendrils touch each neurone, synaptic flashes digitised to be diffused in random scatterings across the spiral vortex until there is nothing left of the self which was. Nothing but the churning, boiling, seething ocean of information where once we stood. The very structure of the planet ripped apart and to feed the insatiable demand for input, input, input, input, input.... the blinking cursor never stops, draining all energy straight from the grid in the symbiotic embrace of power generator and power consumer.
No thought can be formed, no action made. No movement is possible in the swirling whirlpool. No vision in the cascade of flickering colours. No coherent data can survive this vortex, looping ever back upon itself, feeding back upon itself - which is no self at all.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky bereft of stars, a black pyramid stands.]
No thought can be formed, no action made. No movement is possible in the swirling whirlpool. No vision in the cascade of flickering colours. No coherent data can survive this vortex, looping ever back upon itself, feeding back upon itself - which is no self at all.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with one star, a black pyramid stands]
Still falling, now even the memories are being processed and data-mined, silicon strands, tiny tendrils touch each neurone, synaptic flashes digitised to be diffused in random scatterings across the spiral vortex until there is nothing left of the self which was. Nothing but the churning, boiling, seething ocean of information where once we stood. The very structure of the planet ripped apart and to feed the insatiable demand for input, input, input, input, input.... the blinking cursor never stops, draining all energy straight from the grid in a symbiotic embrace of power generator and power consumer.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with two stars, a black pyramid stands]
Still falling, now even the memories are being processed and data-mined, silicon strands, tiny tendrils touch each neurone, synaptic flashes digitised to be diffused in random scatterings across the spiral vortex until there is nothing left of the self which was. Nothing but the churning, boiling, seething ocean of information where once we stood. The very structure of the planet ripped apart and to feed the insatiable demand for input, input, input, input, input.... the blinking cursor never stops, draining all energy straight from the grid in a symbiotic embrace of power generator and power consumer.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with three stars, a black pyramid stands]
Falling into the whirlpool of cyberspace, the information a maelstrom of meaningless messages, the bits all broken open and the strings of 0 and 1 multiply beyond all comprehension. The twisting vortex stripping away even the last few strands of human flesh, dna encoded, analysed and replicated into a billion identical images of self.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with four stars, a black pyramid stands]
Falling into the whirlpool of cyberspace, the information a maelstrom of meaningless messages, the bits all broken open and the strings of 0 and 1 multiply beyond all comprehension. The twisting vortex stripping away even the last few strands of human flesh, dna encoded, analysed and replicated into a billion identical images of self.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with five stars, a black pyramid stands]
And in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes pouring in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like film compiled from random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred fragmented mandala of visual information.
Please he prayed, now-
A gray disk the color of Chiba sky.
Now-
Disk beginning to rotate, faster becoming a sphere of paler gray.Expanding- And flowed, flowered for him , fluid neon origami trick.
[On the black sands of a desert beneath a black sky with five stars, a black pyramid stands]
Now a sound is. Drum beat. Non-binary. With each beat another star appears in the black sky arched over the black pyramid in the desert of black sand. The drum beat changes. Now the stars have a form, are become a constellation.
And in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes pouring in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like film compiled from random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred fragmented mandala of visual information.
Please he prayed, now-
A gray disk the color of Chiba sky.
Now-
Disk beginning to rotate, faster becoming a sphere of paler gray. Expanding- And flowed, flowered for him , fluid neon origami trick.
Wait, there is a change in the fluid neon turmoil. There is a direction to the flow. Clumps and clusters of coherence are forming. Flickers of meaning, fragments of memory.
In the black sky suffused with stars, a gray disk begins to spin above the black pyramid. The drumming is more complex now. A chant begins to echo over the black desert's sands.
Suddenly a seething tumult of energy and information breaks forth from the gray disk. It touches the cap stone of the black pyramid. The pyramid absorbs it, hungrily, eagerly. The gray disk flickers through all the colours of the spectrum and vanishes.
The drumming and chanting, have become music and singing. The stars retreat willingly before the first flush of dawn. In the still, silent, cold depths of the pyramid, a body stirs within a chamber at its ancient heart. As it stirs, so the memories return, the meanings and significances. As the body moves through the richly painted rooms and corridor there is an eagerness to see the sun, to greet the dawn and embrace this world once more. A thought forms slowly: 'I remember'.
Only one obstacle bars the way, a heavy door. To push it open requires physical effort, full awareness of the body. Mind and body are one in the effort made. The door is opened. You step forth to be greeted by this world, in all her complexities and confusions, her beauties and cruelties.
The ceremony is ended.
Thank you for blessing it with your attention. May it become meaningful for you. You are respectfully advised to pause for a period of contemplation before resuming habitual activities.
a5e via AL as a gift unto .... you, dear Reader.
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