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circumference and diameter of all possible circles.
Recordeing says π
like the outline of a mandala or pentaculum, a star, a mystic rose.
June 23,
Perhaps the Knights had tried it there, too.
church of Saint-Martin-des-Champs
I, too, moved with the all, but I could see the One, the Rock, the Guarantee, the luminous mist that is not body, that has no shape, weight, quantity, or quality, that does not see or hear, that cannot be sensed, that is in no place, in no time, and is not soul, intelligence, imagination, opinion, number, order, or measure. Neither darkness nor light, neither error nor truth.
the One,
Ein-Sof,
the Plan, the Universal Plot.
Jacopo Belbo
You cannot escape one infinite, I told myself, by fleeing to another; you cannot escape the revelation of the identical by taking refuge in the illusion of the multiple.
pictures at an exhibition.
instigated by the Masters of the World, who used them as proof—useless devices, idols only of the bosses of the lower universe—of the error of creation?
AI. Movie stars hollywood...orchestra
the railroad section,
playthings out of a Toyland, Madurodam, or Disney World.
Movies
Jacopo Belbo’s
museum of technology,
Empedocles.
Whenever you see a mirror—it’s
that we should look at everything in a different way, including the glass cases and the instruments that supposedly celebrate the birth of physics and enlightened chemistry?
eolopile—a
nocturnal revelation of their secret purpose. Now I moved like a man pursued—pursued by the clock, by the ghastly advance of numbers.
by which the Ogdoades crumbles and Evil rules in the cosmic realm.
finished
006
in the Hebrew alphabet there are no vowels, but twenty-two consonants plus five variants—then
gematria,
the holy cabala,
with numbers like thirty-six and one hundred and twenty, they
I recalled Diotallevi’s words: “In the second sefirah the dark aleph changes into the luminous aleph. From the Dark Point spring the letters of the Torah. The consonants are the body, the vowels the breath, and together they accompany the worshiper as he chants. When the chant moves, the consonants and vowels move with it, and from them rises Hokhmah—wisdom, knowledge, the primordial thought that contains, as in a box, everything, all that will unfold in creation. Hokhmah holds the essence of all that will emanate from it.”
My explanation was just like the Plan: substituting wishes for reality.
The quotations were numbered: one hundred and twenty in all. The number was probably a deliberate choice; if not, the coincidence was disturbing.
atabaques,
revelation that our fantasies, begun as a mechanical ballet, were about to be transformed, in this temple of things mechanical, into rite, possession, apparition, and the dominion of Exu.
You are always born under the wrong sign, and to live in this world properly you have to rewrite your own horoscope day by day.
I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.
“The purpose of your magazine,” my father replied without looking up from his paper, “is the purpose of every magazine: to sell as many copies as it can.”
“You live on the surface,”
“What others call profundity is only a tesseract, a four-dimensional cube. You walk in one side and come out another, and you’re in their universe, which can’t coexist with yours.”
They have walked into the cube
“Fascist scum, your time has come!”
True, in the course of my reading about the Templars and the various atrocities attributed to them, I had come across Carpocrates’s assertion that to escape the tyranny of the angels, the masters of the cosmos, every possible ignominy should be perpetrated, that you should discharge all debts to the world and to your own body, for only by committing every act can the soul be freed of its passions and return to its original purity. When we were inventing the Plan, I found that many addicts of the occult pursued that path in their search for enlightenment. According to his biographers, Aleister
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Krupskaya
philology.
for my thesis subject, the trial of the Templars.
Having
“You really think Kant meant all that stuff?”
As long as you remain in your private vacuum, you can pretend you are in harmony with the One. But the moment you pick up the clay, electronic or otherwise, you become a demiurge, and he who embarks on the creation of worlds is already tainted with corruption and evil.
And
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