cycloned_eye's Journal

7:01pm: nE.o

Counting sheep; cannot sleep:
went down the rabbit hole too deep.
Morpheus lured me There, and he
a world of numbers, made me see:
But then, at nearest tel'phone booth
I ran away from gnostic truth.
The world is fake, but I am real;
how eerie, strange that makes me feel.
But I wont die, not now, not later:
I'm GOD within, beyond Creator.

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“Come, come and hit the drum!
Feel the dancing trance of Aum;
Eat the plum, Edenic Apple
Flee the church, forget the chapel
Sin is Life: it tastes so sweet!

Good or Evil? livE the doG!
to Canis (major) bring the eggy-nog:
the solar ship has lost it’s log
but Logos lives in heaven’s blog
who knows what wisdom you will meet?

Forbidden Fruit; don’t play the flute!
the Word is spoken by the mute.
The Dream is gone, enjailed no more:
No siren sings, no luring lyre
No moth is lost in matrixfire.
Strings broken, unattached: at last
There is no future and no past:
Broken is the cosmic lute

We’ve slaughtered every holy cow,
At last, my friend,
there’s only Now.

Forget the church; the narrow chapel:
Eat thy Fruit;
Donutty-Apple

6:11pm: Gnosis, Angels, Conspiracies & Stuff
I've been into gnosticism, mysteryreligions, mithraism, a bit of angelology (right now I'm diving into the wonderful world of Crete with many Se(a)-Cret(e)s), and lots of other stuff lately.

A nice little book is “The Nature of the Archons”, written by Ingvild Saelid Gilhus, which clarifies some Gnostic texts. In the book you can read about the strength/weakness of the archons and more, and while the archons do have certain powers, that power is limited to the “hylic and the psychic and does not extend to pneumatic beings”. The archons also did not see the difference between the Serpent’s hylic form and its pneumatic form; there is a reason why Ialdabaoth is also known as Samael, the Blind. In the Hypostatis of the Archons, a woman named Norea (“she is a pneumatic human and is born into the world as an assistance for many generations of mankind”) is also assured by the angel (yes, a horrid flyer ;)) Eleleth: “Do you think these archons have any power over you? None of them can prevail against the Root of Truth”. The archons simply have power in the realm of matter and psyche, not in the spirit.
The archons tried to eliminate Norea with a (the) Flood, (but failed) as well as rape her; interestingly Gilhus writes that this change in behaviour (compared to how they treated Eve) reveals that the archons turned from offense to defense.

And, there seem to be many connections between the descriptions of Archons and that of seraphims and cherubims, which might explain why not every being labelled as an angel is benign from a human point of view, but that Christianity etc believe every angel to be “nice”, since it have corrupted the notion of cherubs etc to some chubby flying kid.

Also, it could be that they serve us in the end (against their will): “[...]in the Hypostasis of the Archons the archons do not act against the will of the Father, rather they unconsciously partake in the father’s scheme of salvation” (from The Nature of the Archons)
The archons also seem to be envious of us, and I tend to believe that humanity is really precious, and unique in this creation.

I like Alex Colliers “Defending sacred ground”, about the Paa Tal, where the human spirits arrived from the highest point in creation, above angels and all, descending down to the lowest point (not the worst, just the heaviest), in order to create everlasting balance; only from Earth and this density can that mission be accomplished; to correct to imbalance caused by cosmic wars etc.

It isn’t really healthy to dig too deep into the negative shit. I believe there is a Finnish saying that goes something like "If you dig into shit, you will smell bad!" There is truly a fine line between doing constructive research for education or enlightenment, and becoming obsessed with negative stuff. I know that I really get affected in a bad way reading too much about negative aliens etc. That is not the same thing as putting your head in the sand and ignoring that they might be here and doing stuff to people. But I like your practical and rebellious approach to the "problem", and I also find it important to try to bring down spirituality to a grounded down to earth level; and while the Serpent has Wings, it is - after all - a symbol of the Earth (as well as a thousand other things).

I think that one of the traps in the new age-religion is that the lofty space-teachers give all these mumbojumbo, that really means nothing when you analyze it, and you start questioning the agenda of the “high-vibe” space bros’. And the only way people think they can change anything, is by sitting on their saintly asses sending (usually conditional) love to everyone out there, but at the same time hating the low-vibe neighbour for eating meat.

We want all this exciting information about these other worlds, but it is many times hard to know what to do with it. Reading all this info on aliens, archons, conspiracies, angels etc. etc. makes you really dizzy sometimes, and you start to wonder what, if anything, you can do to change all this. And you can really get paranoid, 'cause every author/teacher that you feel has something nice to say is stabbed in the back by someone else on the web, telling that he/she is some Illuminati agent of whatever. You end up trusting no one, and if you're really being deep in the shit, you tend to not even trust own intuition, thinking it might be some intruder (I don't rule out the possibility).

And, while doing research is really interesting, I do not believe that we have to understand everything. One really cannot be too sure about anything (in a liberating way; I tend to believe that there is only one thing left when we have given up on anything else, it starts with L, ends with E and rhymes with Dove). I think the missing factor is E-motion, which is especially hard for many males stuck in a competitive mode, but to really get the Energy going, emotions are probably the key. Many times, the obsession with intellectual understanding is (in my opinion) really lack of faith in your own ability to navigate the Cosmic landscape without a highly detailed map of it. A compass is really enough, and that is represented by your intuitive guidance; the inner compass in combination with compass-ion and you’re invincible! The Aion of compass-Ion really wants us to change our ways; we have tried the masculine polarity of thought and dominance way too long now.

I believe that the greatest joy is to experience that you really don’t (need to) know anything at all, that you’ve left the labels and constructions (after all, the realm of thoughts are the archons’ domain) behind: The only thing you do know, is that you’re alive, feeling nothing but Bliss, melting away all emotional chilly blizz-ards and frozen lizzzards with a surge of infinity, expanding yourself from Alpha to Omega, and every Iota in between. That’s the Return to innocence, and the Return to Sea-row (we’re all in the same boat, right?) and the Drop has finally returned to the Divine (Em)Ocean. :)

Best of Gnosis to everyone

4:56pm: Moi & le Monde
I feel like I've been diving into the deep "Apzuic" Ocean all my life, like Mr Gilgamesh; searching, yearning for, learning, burning for...that which really can't be described, but obviously, can be felt. Or at least you can feel what you are not, what you do not need, or what IT is not, that which you seek. One way of describing the undescriBabel would be of calling it bliss, or X-zitement, an incredible surge of ...e-motion, ener-G, flowing movement, that makes you wanna X-plode into becoming it ALL, touching every star without and within. At other times, the seemingly opposite side appears, where you want to implode, reshaping yourself with antimatter and return back to the Ze-Ro, bite your own tail or hit the OFF-button, becoming the unavoidable Void.


Some things that make you resonate, vibrate at one time, will possibly not catch your att:Ention at all some years, or even months or days, later. It's like we all have this very special, and personal, laid out path in the maze of constant amazement, and we share many of the tools we need (or think/pretend that we need), every one of us seeing a different shade or facet in it, using it is the very way that allow us to go exactly where we need to go or do what we have to do.


The path that leads us all back home, or into the great unknown, depending on perspective, has to be walked alone. But maybe, just maybe, the loneliness that at times seems overwhelmingly burdening, can be somewhat lifted up, just by knowing that there are others in this cyberspacey world of 1s and 0s walking the same path, or that we at least may accompany each other a couple of miles.

Something which I've learnt through the years is that there is nothing absolute, or, more correctly that that which is Apzu-Lute is something completely Other; something way beyond this realm of thought: in this sphere there are really only temporary truths. Unless I'm wrong, of course. It doesn't really matter.

Is the only absolute truth that there is no absolute truth, just as change is the only contant?
Well...maybe. Maybe not. But in in a constant truth hunt, researching alien agendas, conspiracies, metaphysics and ancient wisdom, wondering what is disinformation, who you can trust, or maybe just dealing with ordinary issues of everyday, it is truly liberating to say: I don't know. Maybe it is so. Maybe it isn't. Maybe I'm this. Maybe not. Does it really matter, in the perspective of an Aeon or two? That is not to say we should give everything up, unless you let go in a sense of liberation, not desperation and fear of being/doing something wrong.



I have been shown over and over again: never be too sure on anything (at all). The rigid system of thoughts needs to be reprogrammed, or deprogrammed. This can either make you feel obNox-ious: "panta rei", or a feeling that everything is a cosmic soup of relativity and that you can't know anything at all, and why care about anything?
But, it can also give you peace of mind, knowing that there is nothing to be known. There is no truth, at least not on the outside, that you desperately need to have; if you don't you might be trapped inside a vicious Matrix/Sphere for ever and ever, a blind slave in the dark to those who prefer you to be exactly that: an animal in a cage.


Eventually, no matter how long you feel like delving into the ex(c)iting stories, you have to go wiTHin. If you chase other people's tails, you will walk in circles. If you bite your own ass, your own tail, you've "won", living the now: own - won - now. It it hurts biting your ass, just scream out loud, and you might awake your sleeping neighbour too. A living doughy nut, eight-R-Nal zerk-El... you've become you're own eternal centre, like the zero, containing it all, and nothing, instead of being trapped in da Looooooope.


Are you a beast, a Be(h)e-Moth flying to other peoples flames, making honey for everyone else? Are you making the sweet nectar for yourself, or do you share? Are you a little buttery fly, transforming yourself to spread joy to others? Or do you live just for a day, like the dragon fly, with such a passion you can only stand being in this ...vessel... for such a limited time only?


Whatever path you choose, dive deep. Live your life the way you want, co-create the World with fellow resonating sprits, or de-create, decorate: get experience; try not to take things too seriously. Unless, that is preSize-ley that experience that you need: taking everything dead serious. Don't fight the system. Transcend it. Don't go in a a battle against IHVH, the Yeah-whoe-va; as the megafish Levi-Aten. Live the "I", then, 'cause you've already got the A and O within yourself. Become your own IAO; ignore the Demiurgic urges and merge with your own Hi(gher)-Fi(re) Self: release the layers of the on-IONs, break thru the ill-usion with phoenixflaming Fusion.


Ether-nitty, the 8-er-Null AIOn is yours. The question is: how and where do you want to spend it?