Wednesday, August 06, 2003 :::
 
so endeth the Strictured Gospelle of Kaos.
heron in entropey preveileth .

::: posted by Martin at 12:06 PM

Tuesday, August 05, 2003 :::
 
of course law enforcement were 'only' doing what you do every day , casting people met into categories . the difference being their remit was a cast-iron prejudgement to find what was sought even before they set out to find it . their illusion enmired them , your placings clear a way . chaos and corruption , chaos and a lesser confusion .
it is part of the natural to draw order from nature .borders are set and categories established to simplify actions .lines are drawn about the veil like tracings on the unseen . there are many ways to view those about you , such as whether you feel friendly towards them , how wealthy they look , if you think they could be interesting or perhaps you intuit they share your advancement . usually there is room for changing your opinion after further acquaintance . inevitably there is error of detail .all is delusional .
and then there is how you project yourself in the different areas of life . for few are those who present the same at work , at home and close-up . you are differentiated according to your purpose , lines seldom crossed without peril for these are more permanent viewings , focussed on particular groups . they are facades designed for division's sake .
at the other extreme is the nitty-gritty of your selves , what flows inside . almost without exception you are multiple personality beings . in most it is seamless , but the changes are never less than there . when the fractures are severe the shrink calls out for multiple personality DISorder . if only they could truly see the protean being as one out of many , multi-layered multi-faceted multi-levelled .
you are told something carries through but cannot decide between the ever-replaced body and the ever-moving consciousness . those wise beyond wisdom say it is some other continuance entirely , voiding your selves . And the secret is that there is no thread , every thing is contingent upon Emptiness . All flows from this .


::: posted by Martin at 9:17 AM