“O God, the mirror of your beauty is this heart. 

Our soul is rose petal and your love like the nightingale. 

In the beauty of your light I see myself without a self 

Thus in this world everyone’s intent is he himself.”

An account of meeting my best friend and true Teacher

I was a drunk in those days, I started going because I thought I could make some friends, take my mind off of home-life, I would sit long hours by himself, order a whisky, sit alone, look at the other people talking, think about building up the courage to talk to them, I felt so alone. Each time I would go, I would drink more whisky, I would gag on it and eventually I learned if I added ice, it would go down smoother, I would sit there, drink and as the music and people enjoyed themselves, I would just stand back and look at myself thinking “what am I doing here” it was a peculiarly bad night, a Friday, when I first heard his voice, I was alone again, among people, trapped in that bar with no where to go and no one to go to. I picked up my glass and forced down the carbolic fluid into my mouth, coughing as it slid down my throat. 

I heard someone say “add a little water to your drink, the middle-mixed drink goes down smooth and tastes much better” I go to turn my head to see who was it who spoke to me, but there was too much movement behind me to really tell. I figured I’d try it, asked for a glass of water, mixed it myself and drank. I didn’t cough it up.  I drank a lot more than I usually could that night. 

I returned the next night to do my same routine, sit alone in my chair, drink and wonder why I’m here alone. But having mixed my drink I was able to drink much more that night, I became so intoxicated that I actually mustered the nerve to talk to someone in the next chair over, a light skinned frail man, rather shy looking, we had idle chit-chat, after some more drink got into him he told me he was here because a close friend of his killed himself, and he had tried to visit and knock upon his door no less than three times the day of the suicide, he told me how he himself suffered from a dark sorrow because of this. I felt a perverse sense of comfort that we were both here, in our own interior darkness, comforted, but slightly jealous that I didn’t have such a friend, Disgusted with myself for thinking such thoughts i ordered another round and challenged him to see which of us could drink more. As we drank more, we both began to laugh, Joke and forget our troubles. His name was Menahem Philos.

Eventually menahem’s friends came to meet up with him and drink with him, Rather tall sturdy people, all wearing fancy clothes and jewelry. 7 men all in all.  We actually surprisingly hit it off well, they were smiling and laughing like nothing bad had ever happened, we drank, we ate and I let myself go, felt like peace,really felt like I was a part of the group, that I wasn’t alone by myself but I was like an old friend they had always known. 

We got incredibly drunk, as the bar was closing they told me to come with them to another place they know where we could keep up our partying, I stayed awake with them and walked with them for a little while. But I couldn’t hold my head up, I felt myself losing consciousness, I passed out. 

I then woke up in what I could have told was early morning from the dawn light coming in, I was in a small room with a window, something was upon my head, I cleaned my head off and bits of what looked like seaweed were in my hair and on my four head. I looked around to get my bearings but felt the floor shake and wobble. I walked towards the door and stumbled my way to what looked like a bridge of a unmanned ship. We were on the waters, I felt a nausea in my stomach at the thought, but carried on anyways. I came to the next door I could find which led into a little bedroom with a peculiar display case, the display case had four levels stacked one atop the other. this wasn’t particularly odd, but the peculiar thing was how large were the gems which the display contained, On the bottom most shelf was carved the letter H and sat one jewel. The first a pretty red Gem carved to look like skeletons embracing each other in a hug, smiling forward, their arms embracing each other and their smirks exaggerated. I would later come to learn this Jewel is a Balas Ruby.

The Second shelf had engraved the letter V and upon it a singular Jewel also, A pinkish Red gem which shined much brighter than the previous jewel, it was carved into the image of Three roses sitting next to each other, two beneath and one rose sitting atop them. I would later learn this jewel is called a Carbuncle   

Upon the third Shelf was engraved the letter H but sat 3 jewels. At the left most shined a Aqua-tinted jewel, I guessed accurately that this one was an aquamarine. It was shaped into the form of a Angry faced woman with demons teeth, half naked, bearing a curved blade in one hand and a bowl in the other both made of the same gem.

In the center was a yellowish-green stone, the bottom of it was carved to look as if the sun with 12 Rays, 6 rays straight and 6 curved. And standing upon this solar disk was the image of a ugly creature, it had four legs, the body of a man, two arms extending from his front legs, a hand protruding from its chest, it was covered with delicately carved eyes and it “held” a curve dagger in each hand. I would later come to learn this one is made from Chrysolite. 

At the right most was a jewel the color of it a very dark Reddish brown, it was carved into the image of a Man wearing a robe, a simple blind fold and missing his left ear. I would later find that this gem is a Almandine. Finally upon the top shelf was engraved the letter Y, and a deep dark blue stone which depicted a great Medusa with her wrathful triangular face, covered in serpents had sitting atop it a reddish-orange Jewel carved in the appearance of a old drunken fat man, in his left hand he held a trident and in his right a bottle of liquor. These gems I would find out later were sapphire and jacinth respectively. 

“Things of beauty aren’t they” said the voice which I heard before but did not see. I turned my head and I saw an old man, his beard and mustache was White and grey, his beard long, his eyes sunken in, his nose fat, wearing a dark blue fisherman’s Cap with a silver star upon it, Black Overalls and a white sweater. 

I wasn’t panic, I asked him how did I get here? He said “my men were home for a little while, check in on family and rest, drink and eat until they got their fill, you drank with them and passed out, they couldn’t leave you on the street and they knew I always have an extra room”

 I tried thanking  him but he kept talking “these jewels are things of beauty, they’ve been in my family since before anyone could remember, the top two I lost once but a dear friend gave them back to me. Do you know which one I value most?” I looked a little while and told him that I couldn’t guess other than perhaps drunk man holding the trident. He said “good guess boy but it’s this one” he went behind the display case and retrieved a little black box, he opened it and pulled out what looked like a normal multi-color rock, he said “this piece of uncarved granite, i could speak of it as having no less than 60 virtues, but chief among all else, my greatest Friend gave it to me, showing it to me was the greatest treasure a man could ask for.”

He continued speaking “Come with me and you might be able to meet my great friend.” 

I said “go where? If you mean with you on this both I have no skill and know nothing of boats, besides I have too much weighing me down I can’t just get up and go.”

He replied “ follow me and you will gain skill, you will gain the knowledge of the boat. The only one who could stop you from coming along is yourself.”

Silently he walked me to the deck of the large fishing boat, the experience was overwhelming, rusted orange  metal, the sea Air, Blue water, the smell of pure salt-water 

Internally I let go, would it really be so bad to begin again? As I walked with him, I reasoned that before meeting these people I was alone, then they gave me friendship, a place to rest, as I was thinking these things he told me “your heads still mixed up? I got something for you that’ll sober you right up.” He led me to a dimly lit mess deck, it had tiles the color of black and white in a checkerboard pattern, and red pipes throughout. He left me for a moment and returned with a dark red bottle and something that looked like hard crackers, on the bottle was the image of a man with a snake coming out of his mouth drinking wine out of a glass which he held. He said “best way to sober a man up is to down the Good stuff and eat some Hardtack, they both go down heavy, There’s a reason they call it hardtack and wormcastle” 

He poured out some wine into a cup and placed some of the bread before me, I went to go grab it but he said “not yet” then he spoke “umem suproc mine t’se coh” he then said “now you eat, its been a tradition since ancient Rome, watch you’ll feel like a new man.”

I picked up the hard cracker and chewed on it, nearly choking on it, I let out some tears, I then drank the wine. I told him “thank you”

Suddenly I did start to feel much more clear headed, like a weight was taken off my back. He looked at me, somehow knowing what I felt, his eyes burning like Fire. I tried to speak but whatever I tried to muster couldn’t come out. He just sat there in silence, looking at me, and I he. 

I let go again, just letting flow out of my lips what must be said.

“ Jouissance and dysphoria is all about me 

  Overjoyed but in metanoia from thee

 Never before have I felt such companionship  

Ambivalent turbulence i feel about apprenticeship,

Honoring the words of one unknown

2 times,  let me never be alone”

He smiled at me and said “you could just speak to me and say yes” he laughed “alright, you’re already acquainted with the crew, menahem and the seven others will instruct you before our journey, we leave in 12 hours, we’ll discuss more permanent employment after we’ve returned from China” so for twelve hours the men instructed me on what to wear, how to act, what to do, what to clean. Finally we set out to sea, the setting of the sun over the horizon shining on the bright green waters. A feeling of freedom washed over me. I stood there, appreciating the beauty of the sun, the majesty of the sea and the glory of the vastness of the Sky. 

all the colours of the world and heaven slowly finished their magnificent festival, slipping one by one away before the imminent approach of night. the sailors lighted lanterns and hung them round the ship, and the light flashed out illuminating the dark sea.

And then the sailors knelt on the decks and prayed, all together, yet in silence. Side by side there kneeled down together, the first man in front, behind him another man, behind him 3 and behind them 2, and as they prayed menahem walked along going back and forth amongst them, so I prayed also.

And upon us praying the night came suddenly down, as it comes upon all men who pray at evening and upon all men who do not, yet our prayers comforted our own souls when we thought of the Great Night to come.

The men then got up, went to their place of rest, as did I. Yet I could not sleep. Upon going to this small room now my own, the anxiety of loneliness and confusion that I felt before had come upon me, but multiplied greatly. Where even was I ? In confusion I stepped back on to the deck, and looked upon the dark Sea, dimly lit by the lanterns of our boat.  Darkness surrounding me and no longer was anyone there with me, not even menahem. All of these thing afflicted me and I sat there, lost, alone, in darkness suddenly thunder roared and the breakers of the waters raged. the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped, So much fear and anxiety washed over me, I knew I couldn’t do anything, that no matter what it was pointless to fight. So I let go and made peace that if I were to die here, that it was my choice and that it was good even if I died, for I had known true friendship for a short time. 

Suddenly the fear left my body and I saw something moving in the waters, the storm raged yet a spot stood perfectly still. I went closer to try to see what it was, ignoring the storm and rage. I fell off the deck of the boat and into the waters. And as I fell deeper and deeper into the dark waters, I did not fear. Suddenly I was no longer falling nor in water, and I beheld with my eyes something unspeakable, a great fish having 49 eyes, the sharp arms of a giant, its tongue was the head of a lion and the neck of a horse, it had the face of a child and its body secreted red fluid, like blood and much water poured out of it. Its majesty and power, its size and the radiant glow of its eyes, the strength in it beyond me. Yet it holding me, looked at me in peace. It held me close and embraced me, I felt peace, I felt love. I felt true love. The creature then plucked with its hand all of its eyes, mixed them with the secretions, and crushed it with its mighty hand. As it opened its palm I saw an uncarved piece of granite, he gave it to me. 

I then woke up in my bed upon the boat, but upon my chest lay the Granite. I sat up holding it, thinking about the love I felt, the peace. I looked around the small room, and noticed above my bed was a gourd and its vine which I had never noticed before.

Menahem entered my room as I still held the granite, he spoke saying “its time to return Home now that you have what we came to China for, Abraham” 

“Sweet mother gentle Father sweet Mother gentle father “ the voice called out” sweet mother gentle father “  and my eyes were opened 

Cold fire bitter fire. the meaningless symbol, the inverted flame. 

That flame which darkened, that flame which cast backward shadows. That day which is darker than night, that Sackcloth-Sun

The pounding sensation of Blood leaking from my teeth. As blood rots it become sweet, as things rot they become sweet, age brings sweetness. The teeth are Spirit, the blood is the essence. The teeth grind away and in them is vested the power of ripping and tearing. Boundless space is empty and without difference, it is perverted by specks of stars, stars age and die, as they rot they return to the equality of Space leaving behind their slime. The Mind is the stars, the Star-slime is fiction the unstable mutant.  Boundless stars becoming slime, the slime ages and sweetens joining together, blood and slime are one. I see the face which belonged to my grandfather and grandmother  

I wake up”  my father finally burst out laughing over the phone, he told me and he really did say “you’re just being a child, they’re both dead and you need to accept it, Death is ugly so we should avoid it, stop worrying about ugly things, get over yourself and don’t tell anyone else what you told me, it’s embarrassing” I hanged up the Phone and felt disgusts  i know it was a dream and I know I felt bad about them dying why do you have to throw it in my face? What’s funny about pouring my heart out?  I should go and wash my face, I’m still reeling from that dream, it was a bad idea to tell him anyways, I mean maybe it’s not his fault it’s maybe too early for such silly things. I take a bath instead, I need to get this out of my system. So I rested for a while in the Water, laying down. Allowing my imagination to remember   the dream again “sweet mother gentle father” I accidentally hummed to myself, in my imagination I see a skull and I swear it felt like my own voice was different, saying “ hellebore which defeats insanity, Sweet nightshade which removes the obscurity  of the colorful lights” I see the skull as my own head and it says something slurred which I cannot understand. Then it returns once more into a skull and says “life is obscurity and madness, Death is firm, Sober, a true Rest and comfort. A true release and Love. The worlds loves are lies, only one’s own flesh and blood loves flesh and blood” for a moment the skull takes the appearance of my grandfather. He speaks again “sweet child, adorable child, take my skull and return to the place of your great comfort, then you will have eyes of cinnabar and the elixir of hellebore-nightshade”

I feel unwell, thinking such weird thoughts, I’m not crazy I would never do anything like this, “Vide, do you not love me?” Physically did I hear this?  My own grandfathers voice? Okay, okay, I’ll just go to where they’re buried and I don’t have to actually do anything, I’ll just pay my respects at night. That’s all. Crawling out of the bath I slept in waiting for night when it would feel right. 

The night finally came, the cemetery was  far away, it took me hours to get to jersey, I walked in, empty handed, and felt something like a mix of fear and comfort, it was just an ordinary dimly lit cemetery but I knew what I was really there to do. There’s some trees, near his spot.  I leaned against the nearer tree next to his tombstone.  This is crazy, there was no way I would do this, I couldn’t even bring in a shovel if I wanted to. I sat there with the stone and the trees for a while, thinking about them, about my dream. That song got repeated in my head and I had to him it again “sweet mother Gentle father “ I then felt a gust of cold air, making me shiver, I didn’t notice until then but suddenly the area got a little darker. Behind the tree where I was sitting was a partially melted now extinguished black candle and leaning against the other side of the tree, a Shovel. 

Could they really want this for me? Do they really love me ? A relaxation rushed over my body, so much so that I felt it hard to move from comfort, I knew this is what they wanted for they loved me. I digged until I reached the coffin, I opened it and saw my grand father’s partially decomposed body. But his skull was utterly clean, no flesh upon it, something like an inscription was upon the skull “sweet mother gentle Father”  I knew then that this was from them and not my own doing, peace washed overmyself, it felt like a part of me died taking out his skull, but having it near me filled me with such closeness. I remember when I was very young we would sit in his room, his small room and I would see ugly things, I think demons in my mind. He would tell me “ do not be afraid, what you see here is the Evil demon” pointing outside his window “what you see are the angels from my Grandfather and grandmother, my grandfathers name is Cold Flame, her name is Leaking Void. What you see is not different from me, Deus phantasmal, “

Standing in his grave a voice resounded out of my mouth  “life and birth are one, Age and death are One, to die is to be free in spirit, to age is to become closer and closer to True Love, May my heart find rest in your name ai’ani Sunyaza”

I took the skull and sneaked out, I wanted to run but I couldn’t muster the energy. I drove in my car towards my grand father’s old home in the woods of the Catskill mountain range.

Three long hours I drove, yet I didn’t feel any regret or fear. I kept seeing images of me driving with my grand father, me in the passenger  seat and him watching over me, he didn’t feel far at all. Whenever he would take me, we would get some candy, he would me a toy, never letting me cry. Finally every time I would enter his home I would see my grandmother, “come and eat, I have Salami and Chicken cutlet and zmeya” in my heart I did not consider my father and mother as my parents, they never were so sweet to me. 

I finally got to the house nestled in a rough dirt road in the woodlands, a small house but Cosy, it looked like family to me.  I entered the home and went to my grand father’s now empty room, I saw his empty bed, his closet with his clothes, tears and comfort, tears and comfort. I sit down on his bed and notice his old wooden drawer,  I used to open and close it because it would make a funny sound. For old time’s sake I opened it. I saw two flowers, two stones, his old pocket knife and an ashtray filled with the ash of his cigarettes. 

I held on to the skull again, this time imagining my grand father and grand mother there with me and with Will saying “sweet mother, Gentle Father”  I saw them in my mind guiding my hands, so my flesh followed, I put the two red stones of cinnabar into the eye sockets, placed the two flowers into the skull, I placed the ash upon the flowers, juice from them leaked, very little bit visibly but much in my imagination. Hardly a drop from the two flowers. 

I finally took his knife and slashed my palm, spreading it so that my entire left palm could be covered. I left a palm print upon the skull and also upon each of the four walls. Suddenly no longer was the juice of the flowers only in my mind, but within the flesh I saw much fluid. I drank of the Fluid, sweeter beyond compare yet rotten. I fell upon his bed, I could no longer tell what was my imagination and what was real. Many men dressed in dirty blood and ash covered bandages and tattered black robes seemed to surround me. They stripped me naked,  dipped strips of linen bandages in my blood and ash, they covered me until no part  of me was without bandage. Covering even my eyes. Only my mouth was not covered. I felt something stab into my tongue and my mouth went numb. I cannot feel it at all. All I could feel and see was the rotting sweetness of My own blood and the elixir intermingling in my body, in my memory, in my imagination. All things became Dark. I felt my teeth being punctured, blood rushing out of them and the nerves making rushes of blood and pain wash over me, the pain so severe I could no longer imagine anything, and anything within my sight even my inmost became invisible to me. All I could experience and interact with was the Pain, like electric shocks, like the head exploding, like endless pressure trying to release itself. A voice ringed out, not from my mind, not from my spirit, not from my imagination, but from my flesh, reverberating out from my left hand “Sweet mother gentle father “ and all of my flesh began to sing, Sweet mother gentle father, and there was no longer anything, no pain, no sorrow, only I existing in flesh, only I existing in flesh with my ultimate Rest, the highest comfort, my true Home, my sweet mother and gentle Father embracing me in the union of our Flesh. I saw them and sang them in my flesh, and boundless other father’s and mothers who I knew truly, in my flesh I knew them. I knew this place was no where at all, there was neither sight nor sound, nor separation, nor light nor was there even oneness. All I felt was endless flesh, endless empty flesh, empty sweetness, sweet flesh and all of us dwelled within the flesh endless, endlessly did we sing “Sweet mother Gentle Father”

“ Chaos is to us the vine tree, white & red. Chaos is each beest, fowle, & fish in his kinde. Chaos is the ore & mine of tinn & leade, Of gold and siluer that we doe out finde, Iron & Copper, which thinges doe binde And hold our sight & wittes to them bounde; The secret hidd in them, that wee ne vnderstand.  Chaos, the philosophers expert Do a substance out draw, called a quintessence, Craftely deviding the fower elementes by art, With greate wisedome, study, & dilegence. The which high secret hath a diuine influence That is supernaturall (of fooles thought impossible)”

“Late in the night, of the clocke about eleuen, In spiritu rapt I was, soodenly into heauen; Where I saw sittinge in most glorious maiesty Three beholding, I adored but one in deitye: A Spirit incircumscript with burninge heate incombustible; Light of brightnes permanent, as fountaine of all light; Three knit in one, with glory incomprehensible, Which to behold I had a greate Delighte. This trulye [to attayne] surmounted my might; But a voice from that glorious brightnes to me saide, “I am one god of Immeasurable maiesty”  – William Bloomfield

One day, I embarked on a long journey to a very remote place, a journey that many had taken before me and also some in my own time. To accomplish it requires a man of sound body and mind, who knows neither fear nor doubt, but who is constant and can endure many misfortunes and difficulties, because it is not only the remoteness of the place, but also the many obstacles that will be encountered on this journey. 

This is why those who start out on this journey must take with them what is necessary, so that they are not obliged to return soon after their departure, or halfway through, where they can hardly hope for help. If anyone does not want to do this, let him abstain entirely from this path.   I also undertook this journey, without thinking of all the circumstances mentioned above, but which I later recognized through having had to repeated this journey. I especially learned how foolish it is to undertake anything without thinking and without considering the end. But I never got tired of it and, on the contrary, my mind was becoming more and more enthused, and it seemed to me that I was walking on emeralds, sapphires, hyacinths, diamonds and rubies rather than on poor land. But by that many were deceived, the roughness of the way was unknown to them.   Moreover, the nature of this place changed colour according to circumstances, the weather and the radiance of the sun, which amazed me greatly and still excited my desire. And although it was winter and the dominant planet was powerfully manifesting its action through the cold, I still found here and there beautiful meadows, green vegetation and flowers of various colours; but I thought only of the delights of the place to which the repellent way tends, especially because it had been begun for the honour of Almighty God and for the good of men.   Since I had no idea that I had to renounce or entirely contemplate this place of delights, or bear with great patience all the difficulties that I would encounter on my way, I decided to suffer rather, with the help of God, all the misfortunes of giving it up, for it was impossible to moderate my ardent and longing spirit. Especially as this path appeared at the beginning very beautiful and pleasant, like a mirror, and mostly covered with blue flowers called heliotropes which follow the movement of the sun; I think, however, that this place must be full of blood, because the Greeks had here fought many great battles with the Trojans, as the inhabitants of this country told me.   

I noticed, moreover, that such undulating meadows and variegated flowers appeared especially when the sun was occluded by opaque clouds, so that it could not emit its light with sufficient force; but when the sun shone with its rays unobstructed, the ground became black as coal or shining pitch, which almost blinded me. This journey (the duration of and the great distance to travel, being not yet known to me) suited me very well, for winter persisted in its rigour, which gave me a great desire; and, what increased it more is that at sunrise, in spite of the intense cold, the ground, the soil, and the earth was everywhere wet, as if it were made to be so naturally, or as if Nature had rooted all its moisture in this place, or if the salt marsh took its origin there.   But various difficulties held me back, as I have mentioned above; and, as I thought the journey would be impossible because of lack of food, I returned, carefully observing where I had found the wet ground, which I felt was a sure sign, because it was the place where Fortune received his purse of fortune; Fortune was still depicted there with the amiable fortune, as if this picture had just been completed the same day. I burned this place as best I could into my memory.   But I must also reveal the reason that impelled me to take this journey, because it is important.

 I had learnt that seven sages or philosophers were to live in seven different capitals of Europe, and that all these sages, more than all the others, were educated in all the arts and in all wisdom, and, in particular, in medicine. As any man has the natural desire to live long and healthy on this earth, I also conceived a great desire to visit all these places, to meet these sages, hoping also to obtain from one of these sages a perfect medicine for conserving my health to the term predestined by God. I therefore deliberated in myself what city I should go to in the first place, since it depended on my good fortune that some among these wise men would or could satisfy me. So I have learned many times, to my detriment, that words are in vain if the prosperity and blessing of God are lacking; similarly, I easily presumed that, although these seven sages had been vaunted as the wisest in all the arts of the whole world, they would not all have the same intelligence, but it would be different for everyone, because God constantly endows one man more intelligence, more virtues and wisdom than another, so that one surpasses the other in quality and virtues; so I thought it must be the same for these wise men. 

I therefore prayed earnestly to God the Almighty to lead me in the true way to the true man who surpassed others by his wisdom, so that he would be favourable to my will and grant me my request.   This is why I had during the night a dream or a vision that spoke to me aloud: “Lead your steps towards the pole observed by the sailors and whom they call the pole star; this is where your desire will be fulfilled”.   When I awoke from the dark night, I meditated whether I should believe this dream or not. Finally, filled with desire and with the thought of entering the right path, I decided to undertake the journey; and as it was no doubt a good angel who had indicated to me in the dream the direction I should take. I set out on the road with the grace of God.   But as soon as I wished to advance, I saw before me high and pointed rocks, a hard and rough road, deep crevasses, smoking chasms where the water produced by its fall made such a noise that I was frightened; and I stopped abruptly in the terror that seized me, wondering if I should dare to go on or should return.   On the one hand, a great desire encouraged me to reach what I had in front of me; on the other hand, the terrifying aspect of the extremely rough place repelled me and, to tell the truth, I was very afraid when I saw before me such a difficult path. I therefore remained in great pain, finding no man near me who could advise me or console me in this alternative.   Finding myself thus without help or consolation, I took my courage in both hands, especially by recalling my dream, and I advanced with the grace of God with a happy step, while being obliged to rest frequently before accomplishing the ascent to the place. But when I reached the height or the summit, I saw nothing in front of me but a vast expanse; I was therefore obliged to resort to my little compass, which I had carried with me through all the hazards; and it soon pointed me to the city which was nearer than I had thought.   So I went up the mountain, and arrived at the proper capital, whose name I have forgotten. I immediately questioned the inhabitants of this country about the sage, and as they told me the situation and place of his dwelling, I went to talk with him.   

There I found an extraordinary man, who looked like a thief, a robber, or a rude craftsman, spending his days in front of a smithy, burning coal, much more than a learned physician. But in truth, in conversation, I found so much reason and skill in him, that I would prefer to believe him, though a thousand others would not believe, without having heard what he said. For all the wise men of the six other capitals were obliged to take advice of him alone when it was a very important matter   It is therefore a great folly to judge persons according to their appearance, as the poet says: “How often the powers of mighty men, are hidden under a seeming humility”, which equally applies to this man.   This course and strange man, but very learned according to the spirit, occupied a unique place and dwelling; besides, he possessed extremely strange qualities and customs, and I was greatly astonished.   For, just as Diogenes dwelt in a barrel, which he preferred to the most beautiful of palaces, so Nature had also implanted in the nature of this adventurer, by strange influences and incidences, the determination to choose his place of residence similarly strange. He cared not for pomp or ostentation, nor for magnificent palaces or beautiful clothes; but he made much of his wisdom and his virtues, which he loved more than all the treasures of the world.   His residence was in a coarse and hard rocky cave, where neither heat nor cold could reach him; but, inside, its rooms were painted with such beautiful natural colors, that they appeared to be decorated with the most precious jasper, or painted by the most skillful artist who had applied all his art and all his skill. 

In its inmost was a queer Door, engraved in it a company of symbols of which I could not recognize one, some appeared oriental, occult, mathematical and all of the philosophic quality. He opened the door and beyond it was a small room containing naught but a little light from a lamp and next to it sat nearly a skull, a statue of a dog, an hourglass and hanging above the lamp a plumbline. The man told me clearly that if I were to be instructed in the preparation of the true medicine, the components of which are perfect in salt, mercury and sulphur, that I must demonstrate my fidelity within Christ through a prayerful adoration and extolling and pleading with God before this Altar. 

This did I say before the altar “Light Supreme, who art the Divine in Nature and dwellest in its innermost parts as in Heaven, hallowed be thy qualities and laws! Wherever thou art, all is brought to perfection, may the realm of thy Knowledge become subject unto thee.  May our will in all our work be only thee, self-moving Power of Light! And as in the whole of Nature thou accomplishest all things, so accomplish all things in our work also. Give us of the Dew of Heaven, and the Fat of the Earth, the Fruits of Sun and Moon from the Tree of Life. And forgive us all errors which we have committed in our work without knowledge of thee, as we seek to turn from their errors those who have offended our precepts. And leave us not to our own darkness and our own science, but deliver us from all evil through the perfection of thy Work, Amen.   Hail, pure self-moving Source, O Form, pure for receiving the Light! The Light of all things unites itself with thee alone.  Most blessed art thou among all receptive forms, and blessed is the Fruit that thou conceivest, the Essence of Light united with warm substance.  Pure Form, Mother of the most perfect Being, lift thyself up to the Light for us, now as we toil and in the hour when we complete the Work! Amen of amen!”

With this he was greatly pleased and suddenly his appearance changed to be as if Father Time, ancient among ancients long and white bearded, carrying the Scythe as if a staff and his outer garments gleaming like silver and his inner garments of deep red, adorned with a glorious triple diadem. And this did he say to me “ I am Saturn malivolous, to this art i have respect, from me shall you draw a quintessence excellent. Unto my mastery of my own self may I convert, unite in quality and also make eloquent In strength and virtue. If you continue in lust to be diligent, you shall find that heavenly treasure, And a precious Jewel that ever shall endure. For behold the Wisdom of Socrates is that all virtues are but one Virtue, and this virtue is called by lady Philosophia by its true name “Knowledge of the Good” and behold do not all knowledge and goodness come forth from the Desire of God? I tell you the truth, The First property  to arise is a desirousness, like that of a magnet,

the compression of the will; the will desires to be something,and yet it has nothing of which it may make something to itself and therefore it brings itself into a receivingness of itself, and compresses itself to something; and that something is nothing but a magnetical hunger, a harshness, like a hardness, whence even hardness, cold, and substance arise.

This compression or attraction overshadows itself, and makes itself a darkness, which is indeed the ground of the eternal and temporary darkness: at the beginning of the world, salt, stones, and bones, and all such things were produced by this sharpness. I am that darkness and this my scythe is the sharpness, he who looks upon me shall either see within me the bottomless pit, darkness, bitterness, but if they are such men who by the sciences of their elder Brother Hermes can harmonize the elements of the Chaos, may extract from me the pure quintessence which is the Clearest and everburning light, from which when solidified becomes the Stone of the Wise, the Segula of God, the wish fulfilling Jewel of the Sober and the Treasure of Heaven.”

I was overwhelmed but did not fall and worship, for though I was filled with fear I knew my lord held the keys to hell and death, and the true God I would see whether by his coming from the clouds or by the twinkle of the eye I shall be changed and dwell with him forever, holding this reverence of God I was able to look upon Him as he continued, now pointing to the queer altar objects, he said

“This is the sacred science by which you mayIncrease your self into an immeasurable greatness, leaping beyond every Body; and transcending all Time, become Eternity and you will understand God: If you believe  that in God nothing is impossible, accounting yourself as immortal, and that thou you can understand all things, every Art, every Science and the manner and custom of every living thing shall be given to you as your very own properties and virtues.

Behold the Plumbline, perfect structure and order, the Will and ordering of God which has all power to create and just as Blessed Amos beheld, the power to annihilate utterly back into itself. Behold the Lamp; the Light of knowledge and contemplation, all that is within the room is illuminated by light, all is within the light, revealed by the light, exposed by the light and is not by any means separate to the light. Behold the Hourglass, though the sands pass and change the clear glass does not change, in this same manner though there is change and all must die, the underlying pristine Glass remains ever the same, the Dog that friend of men is his own reason, which when healthy may bark and bite and repel the multitude of falsehoods and by he, do the sheep stay with the Shepherd. Behold the Skull, the mystery of Death and the Sameness of all Life. By these Five keys in their proper admixture May you extract the quintessence from the chaos”

He then led me to another room, beautiful and full of roses, lilies, blossoms, all manner of flowers, colors in neat arrangements and of a handsome character. All manner of herbs and a harmony of scents and fragments was there in this garden of delight, He instructed me to take one part Thorn-apple, one part Black Rose and one part White rose and to formulate a tincture from their parts he called this tincture vitam Kakodaemonium, he also instructed me to prepare a tincture from Ferula, Red Rose, Hibiscus Syriacus and the Shushan. From these I produced the tincture called “fons aeternam pulchritudo” then he lead me with my elixirs to a dark and quiet place, filled with many reflecting mirrors, but nothing else, just emptiness and mirrors.  When looked at, it was as if the mirrors did not show my reflection but simply reflected what was behind me, I could only look upon my self in the reflection when I contemplated myself and ignored the mirror. He left me in this dark place for a time, times and half a time.

It was only then that the tinctures did mature, the Vitam Daemonium burst forth and from it did arise a man with a robe of many colors and different designs, like stitched together rags, he had the head of a one-eyed Goat, full of many horn throughout his body and he spoke to me. “I shall tell you the secret of my genesis, I shall tell you the secret of my birth, as I stare into this world of mirrors I shall tell you what I see reflected back at me, I shall tell you with clarity and I shall hold nothing back. I look upon this world and see things which are outside of me, I look at objects and say “you are not me” I look and see that whatever is before me, I only ever behold its outermost, its interior is ever hidden in darkness, I cannot look upon that which my eye cannot pierce, thus all of my sight is simply sight of a black light, the awareness that there is an outside which I cannot penetrate, even if I were to penetrate it, it has another deeper aspect which I also cannot pierce, these objects I cannot perceive in their own nature and virtues, I can only ever look upon them and see the virtues of my own perception, but even this is a falsehood.

For when I say “my own” and if I say “i” who am I speaking of? For it I say “my self” how can I be self if it is I who possess it? If I am my perception of Self, what then is my actual self but an alien and a foreigner? And if this is so, my perception of myself must also be a perception of an outside, my own perception of myself being nothing but a black flame, an awareness of my outsidenees from myself, for all things that I perceive only tell me that they are outside of me, and me myself am unknown to myself, and I whom I call i is itself nothing but a perception of my own unknown outsideness to my own self. Thus all is alien, all is dark, I am darkness and I am alien and I am foreign and I am neither of any of these. Whatever I look upon, I see the darkness of lack-of-perception, I can not see the interior, I am in the darkness of the bottomless pit, for all around me is the revealing of evermore Darkness and obscurity, I am imprisoned within a lead box of pure exterior, like a prison made of locked doors, there is no self and Other, for I know that all that I perceive is Other, and I know that which I call I is Simply awareness of Other, there is no self and no I, for my self beyond the i is a mystery which no eye may look upon, and my own I is nothing but perception of being outside centered on myself, it is that which is outside to the outside, alien to the alien, my own i is simply Alienness in itself, outsideness in itself, there is only the outside, only the other, my sole identity is the awareness of the outside.”

It was then that I noticed that the Goat-man was simply my self reflected in the mirror, I fell back In fear and trembling at the words I heard, the image I saw, the darkness engulfed me and the feeling of being lost and blind and a foreigner overwhelmed me. I cried out to God and suddenly the fons aeternam pulchritudo tincture burst Forth, and before me stood a man who’s clothing gleamed like lighting, his Voice was like the rushing of water, his garments were pure white and a gold sash. He spoke to me saying “Blessed is God, blessed Am I, blessed is god and blessed am I, I am from Eternity, I am the Host of eternity, before was I, after was I, I am I, I shall be I, look upon Me and I shall declare my sight. I look and see objects, and I look and see myself, I look and see that all these objects are always filled with my knowing of objects, if I say “ this is not I” then surely it is filled with I! I am my own self, I am my perception of self, and I am he who knows my perception of self, I am the knower and the known, all that I see occurring within my own perception, all that I see being my own unveiling, my own blinding everburning light and brightness. When I look, all I see is my own unveiling, when I look at myself, my own unveiling, as I experience anything, my own unveiling. I am all Light, I am all interior, I am all that can be known, there exists nothing which is not I, look you who are I, look at the reflections, does not the man says “these reflections are all reflections of my self, I am the image in the mirror!” And does he not also say “I am also the one depicted in the mirror” therefore behold I am I and thee exists no separation, I am I and there exists no division, I am I and I Am Fullness” 

I then recognized the Angel was my own reflection also, I stood contemplating, how is it I can be both that foul demon and that angel of light? I cried out to God “You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.

Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me.Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. You have said great God “Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know” so I beg you Lord, reveal to me your Unsearchable things. “

Suddenly to my Left was the Goat and to my right was the Angel, the Goat bearing the White Rose, the Angel Bearing the Red and before me was the Ark of the Covenant, the angel and the goat disappeared and suddenly in my hands was a Pink Rose. I bowed before the presence of God and the fragrance of the Pink rose blended with the fragrance of my worship, suddenly words flowed out of my mouth. “ when I look, I notice self and other, I see objects which are not I, and I see my own self also, yet I know that all that I perceive is simply my own Awareness, I am myself, I am I, I who I call I and I who really am I, are one, and yet the fact of the otherness I perceive within the objects is also true, for this is the reflection and interpenetration of the true otherness as it exists Within me. These objects are simply the unveiling of myself, and I am a mirror of that which is not I, that which I am not, is you Lord, your boundless attributes, your Eternity, your sublime otherness. And yet you fill me, you form me, I reflect you, you reflect in me. Then there is no self except as reflection, and there is no other, except as reflection of Self. So then what can I say of you? You Lord are Love, the Supreme Love, you Lord are essence, supreme Essence and all essences dwell in you, you Lord are Property, and all properties dwell in you, you Lord are Law, and all laws dwell in you, You lord are Principle, and all principles dwell in you, You Lord are Characteristic, and all characteristics dwell in You. I worship you You, Quintessence of Quintessence, for that is your nature and my own. Quintessence of Quintessence. In the name of the Lord Amen” thus my eyes were opened and I, In the place of the cross which hath no points nor parts nor magnitude, Nor indeed hath it position, being beyond space. Nor hath it existence in time, for it is Time, and space, and all points and all parts and magnitude, Nor hath it cause or effect for it is these also, in the place of the cross from which flows the Water of eternal life did I stay, grasping forever the Sublime jewel, in the name of the Christ may you also Grasp the Stone of the wise, the Jewel of Quintessence. Amen

1 John 4:7-21

 “7 Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. 8 Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. 9 This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. 10 This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. 11 Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. 12 No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. 13 This is how we know that we live in him and he in us: He has given us of his Spirit. 14 And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of the world. 15 If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in them and they in God. 16 And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them. 17 This is how love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment: In this world we are like Jesus. 18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. 19 We love because he first loved us. 20 Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. 21 And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister.”

God is Love, Love is perfect interrelation, perfect interpenetration, perfect harmony, The Greatest Order, the perfect structure. This term love, it means the perfect union of self with other, this term Love, it means the proper relationship of active and reactive forces, this term Love, it means perfect peace, symmetry, structure, relation. The Characteristics, all characteristics simply amount to the unfolding of Love. God is Love, God relates to us by Love, man Relates to God by Love, god’s Body is Love, man’s heart when purified is nothing but love for God, God living within us and us within him, this is the trinity of Love within God, Love within man, and how these are the same love which is shared between Us and God. 

If all is information, to gain knowledge of something is to integrate its nature and structure within one’s self, one’s being integrates and unfolds by this same information. God knowing all of man perfectly integrates the being of man, and man knowing God through love perfectly integrates the nature of God into his being. 

In this way, not only are we within the body of Christ, and not only is the spirit of Christ alive in us, but in this Love is Christ. This relationship is Christ. In this life, all is truly the unfolding of Christ.

All things are characterized by he, by relation to he, all things are extension of his power, his power is his own nature, his nature is Love. I am nothing but an extension of his power, in my heart burns nothing but love for God when the filth is burnt away, the power of god, the relationship between us, is nothing but Pure Love, the perfect order, the perfect union, Great perfection. Every moment I am within the Holy of Holies,Jesus I love you, I love you, I love you.  Your cross was the perfect order, the greatest act of Love,  your birth was a demonstration of love and our Perichoresis, your life was pure Love between yourself and the spirit of men, you were put upon the cross of absolute order, all chaos and death and irregularity were bound into your incorruptible body, and your incorruptible body made them pure. You made sin into holiness. You made imperfection into perfection, you showed order from absolute chaos, you crushed the skull of the chaos dragon, you crushed the skull of hell and death. You crushed the skull of the giant, in that moment of you upon the cross, your heart won the great victory. Your heart the center of all creation, your heart the center of the cosmos, your heart  between the father and the Holy Spirit, and from you comes forth the Holy Spirit. Your heart and my own, blending in this moment of pure love, blending when I think of you prior to creation, blending throughout all creation, blending upon your birth, blending upon the cross, blending when you went into the clouds, blending for all of my life, blending when you come again  and I am changed in an instant, blending when I see you with my very own fleshy eyes. Blending for eternity in heaven, blending for eternity in heaven upon earth. Blending in marriage Forever. Jesus I love you. Come Lord, come spirit of Love, Come Lord, come Lord Jesus.

Begin with prayerful dedication then,

The prayer of the basic elements 

“Yek biyo sudah vinah ghunda Shram Thar prek Zuna Timeah dejav Char Amarantheon Rorek konchi Marmo Quan Neevah Onahsee heenay Luyah

LUN, K’ZO EIDA

GUZ BR’EYEEM DUVA ZEM

VOR CHRA TEMAH YI 

MONDA SIM NUA AORTHAV-BALOS

PEKANZO KANAR QA REIK 

A’ZN THA-KANA-DUK-ANA-LAZOTH

Yek biyo sudah vinah ghunda Shram Thar 

LUN, K’ZO EIDA DUVA ZEM PEKANZO KANAR 

 Airent Tavan Croma M’aso Nur Oresh Ramosh 

Airent Dremesh Salef brune Zamal ghanzo Tavan thavan Peron lumah horang vatza Croma Ya’irmo K’aplah M’aso Nur Oresh Ramosh Quz Sh’ior “

Then the Prayer of Perfect Order

“ Qamar-Zun-Bish-Tep-dez-bom-mam-chamar-zundez-zeshreh-Hesh Prem-Quvi-Zush-detib-Lusuth

uppan-Kha-Kha-Daz-Pidcon-Thak-odep-di-ceg-CAz’d Vometh-dak-AzYed-capey 

Ha-kzash-Attash-sha-nertersh-chesh-vect-lur-ekz-zotar

Tect-kzesh-eshemeth-Za-Kz

Shi’ot-metem-Bugay-meb-mep-yabmaraby-hogha-nup-ee

M’apev sh-tagh-gha Vab-m’adet

tho-shan-nup

Ta-tha-ta-tha-ah

Rad-ash-ah

Yi-Cramim”

The prayer of absolute Chaos

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Cleave to the heart of Christ and contemplate The heart of Christ and its mutual contemplation  of one’s own heart and how these are One heart. Do this by interlacing I am I with prayers by name Yeshua and contemplation Of True Love.

The ritual is complete. Come Lord Jesus.

The post moderns thought they conquered the All-powerful narrative, they assumed they slain the Head of the beast and replaced it with many smaller unconnected narratives. “We have conquered Reason, dividing it upon the Stone of libidinal drives, all that remains is Reasons”  this view is proven wrong when one Rides atop the great Dragon of thou shalt which the post modern philosophers have feared. 

All can be divided down to objects, all can be divided down to subject, it does not matter, whether you root things in objects or subject, all things can further be reduced to “characteristic” characteristic, property, objects are defined and gain meaning by characteristic and transfer information by the same characteristic/property sets. I can divide the concept of any individual object or concept of object into characteristics and I can divide the subject into character relationships. Characteristic relates to itself by its inherent multiplicity, all of the forms of characteristic define each other, characteristics define themselves by other characteristics, even the characterless is defined by the lack of character. But what does this have to do with meaning? Especially human Meaning?  All things are defined by their properties and properties radiate out a range of potential interactions, the Object denoting Hot gains a range of potential meanings and relations which are produced from Hot, such that touching a Hot object burns my Hand, that energy is of a certain amount within the object, that I can use the object to cook, whatever. The characteristic extends out a range of interactions that must occur given certain circumstances occur. These circumstances are defined by their interaction and intermixture with other characteristics. The sum of these potential interactions that the object/characteristic can emanate are within the “virtual” space of deleuze, the potential range of real characteristics in their intermixing and blending defined by the lines of admixture that occur through time. 

So what does this mean to Man? Of course the hot object’s meaning is rooted in the characteristic Hot which can do various things that “Hot” does. How does this relate to man? Analyze man and he is also a bundle of characteristics, his very ego produced by the intermixture of past moments with present in a ever flowing ever characteristic-morphing interaction. (See my writings on Ego in relation to difference) His ID? It is defined by a singular characteristic “libido” which has within its interior a patchwork-multiplicity of active moving processes which desire to experience certain arrangements of characteristic, these individual components are desires, all desires are simply the process of desiring  to become   Something or anything, the desire to reproduction, the desire to die, the desire to become have consumed and being Full. All of these (death, the process of life, specific desires) are all simply a patch work of characteristics with ranges and lines of intermingling which automatically must induce certain relationships and effects as the libidinal characteristics intermingle. By relation of time, experience of time, ego and super ego related processes the Libdinal characteristics must follow the patterns and inherent narratives which are naturally determined/computed by the nature of these characteristics having to due to their inherent nature unveil the result of interaction. 

And the Ego, What is the I but a ever carved Stone? Its reality is in its carving, as the experience occurs and seems to change just as the present is continuously changing, so is the ego for the ego becomes “I who dwell in this moment “ (as the moment is always different as there is no stability in the present only the mixture of past and future forever mingling, so also is it that the characteristics of i are always changing in subtle and real ways, the I being a denial of all other objects as not-I, the core component and characteristic of it being its difference from all other objects, via-negativa the ego formulates itself) and as this I is simply built off of ID-characteristic interrelations, is built on experiences of characteristic interactions and ever changes due to characteristic reactions, the Ego, one’s self conception is also bound to the grand narrative of the intermixture of characteristics, the inherent multiplicity of characteristic unveiling itself through time, this is not a pure Chaos, this is a computation process, this is an unfolding, characteristic beginning in its most simplistic then multiplying itself by interaction with itself, creating ranges and fields of potential characteristic reactions. The narrative of one’s life is not non-existent but rather so massive and spacious that it is blinding, the meaning of the Ego is its range of potential interactions which it can gain or lose characteristics, all reality simply being the unfolding of characteristic, man included. The Ego’s special  nature is it can view the lines of interaction and unfolding before they occur, as they have occurred and differentiate its own qualities/properties.  This capacity within man which contemplates these characteristics is called the SuperEgo. All of these working towards the same Goal, the unfolding of the characteristics of the transcendental Ego, but what is the transcendental Ego? It is simply the characteristic at the heart of man, the property  of having a property and properties, and in this way all men are simply demonstrations of the characteristic of a subject nature. All truly living creatures would also necessarily have this. This is not a simple Platonism in which all things emanate from ideas born from another spiritual Zone, rather this is the resurrection of Platonism more glorious for no one can argue characteristics, properties, principles and implications of the interrelation of said properties does not objectively exist. And what is the Transcendental Urge of the ID? What is the transcendental, impenetrable and invisible desire which pervades and creates the entire libidinal body? It is the Will/desire of life which is the inherent natural imperative of “unfold characteristic” which is to say, life desires its own continuous which is the inherent desire of characteristics to keep unfolding without limit, death being only a limitation for the conscious processes, thus whether in life or death the Will of The unfolding is complete but only in life is the inherent imperative in man towards life fulfilling itself.  

This being understood, there was not a slaying of the Great dragon of Reason, rather the Dragon simply revealed his uncountable amount of heads and how these heads mate with each other to produce ever more tails, yet they all share the same body, they all share the same Feet, the origination of all characteristics being the Same, its beginning and end being one, its narrative one Omni-present narrative. The unfolding of itself.

Look to culture and we see these movements, our fiction being descriptions of events which are simply arrangements  of properties and characteristics moving through time (itself just a characteristic designation) all of our Records and laws being the same such intermingling of virtual characteristics resulting in pre-loaded into characteristic ends which mechanically unfold. This is most clearly seen in our most mechanized automated fiction for these represent the most scientifically advanced formulations of characteristic unfolding which fulfill the libidinal forces  the most, we look to Modern fiction and everywhere you will find an affixation with characters, yes with their own plots (which are themselves just interminglings occurring through time) but more and more so do we see a move towards pleasure in characters who simply demonstrate their inherent characteristics.

In the west Spider-Man or Superman or bat man or Thor is enjoyed because they radiate the qualities and characteristics these admixtures have, the tropes and cliches are simply manifestations of commonly enjoyed characteristic, the badass archetype the rebel, the warrior, the Hero, the man scorned, the man seeking revenge, the man who seeks the best for his family. No where is this trend of enjoying qualities and traits more pure than in the anime and manga fiction of japan, in which the consumers seek to devour everything according to manifestations of their favorite traits and characteristics. 

This is the evolution, from the Narrative of the fictional story towards the narrative of the intermingling of the characteristics of individuals interacting, in essence the old metanarrative fiction and the current fiction are one, for the current is just the story/narrative of the intermingling of qualities over a period of time, unfolding. The only move has been from indulging of pleasure in objects and relations of subjects to objects, to pleasure/enjoyment of subjects and the interrelations/interactions of subjects. This is why in both The west and east these refinement of the narrative process have produced de-facto cult-fandoms. The characters adored as humans or seemingly even worshipped and modeled after. This is the heart of the idol phenomena of Asia. This is the heart of the cults of Star Wars, Star Trek, Comics, The Sports Superfan more interested in his favorite players than seemingly the game. Why people care so much about the people on the screen who tell the news, the Anderson coopers and tucker Carlson’s. The Para-social relationship is simply the Result of Subject-based media/desire-fulfillment. 

 The next Stage in media is clear, the understanding that objects and object rooted plots (traditional narrative structures based on an overarching process ). And subject rooted plots and narratives have no substantial internal difference or divide, they are simply manifestations of narrative and meaning which can conflict or intermingle.  The future is in acceptance of Both subject and object oriented fiction and media and the intermingling of these into narratives which blend both as they are effectively just the same type of unfolding of qualities in a given period of time.

The maximization of character unfoldment whether by object or subject rooted or event rooted or temporal related events all ends in the same result, the unfolding of characteristic which is the inherent drive in all men. As such the intermingling of all these modes and many more not mentioned is the future of culture and narrative and entertainment and of even the individual. His own unfoldment and the world around him in the spiral dance of self-Revealing.