01-29-2017, 08:05 AM
>You may be an infinite being but you are not infinity, not yet anyway.
What does this mean, though? This is what I'm driving at. If I'm infinite yet somehow not infinite, then what does that mean? The illusion of limits. How does that work into this? Why are limitations necessary at all?
>We would seem to inhabit the same world, but when I look out of the window I see no "wretched sphere".
Are you blind, by any chance?
>My response was "what have I got to lose?". I made a choice.
What was the choice? Give up your willpower? Passively accept slavery?
No. Whoever did this to me can share in my karma.
If you really, really have nothing of importance to lose - and I do not - then you also don't have any hope for the future to lose. Why not remind people of the primeval Darkness a little bit?
We'll all meet Death sooner or later. Even the brightest stars eventually burn out, even the Creator will eventually awaken from this dream and find a new one.
If they won't let me have my ability to create here, if they try to take what really makes human life living away from me just because they think they can, why not break their toys?
As far as the world of matter and antimatter, what the Gnostics referred to as the physical and false spiritual worlds, are concerned, yes, something came before them; you admitted yourself. In seeking Sophia, I can cause chaos to further intrude into this dimension and transcend its physical laws.
Now I remember why I fell in love with anti-cosmic Satanism so much a couple years back; it was that exactly. Dissolution and chaos beyond forms, because this is but a dream within a dream...
Make the universe afraid again.
>Did it hurt? Yes, tremendously. Am I still here and managing to be happy and content? Yes, without a doubt.
Well, good for you, I guess. I'm not happy, and I won't be living like this, not now and not ever. Happiness isn't for me, seems like.
Maybe breaking this creation and its image would bring me the most joy possible. They want to take my ability to access the so-called "antimatter" dimension, so maybe I can respond somehow, by ushering primal Chaos into their creation. Pushing crazy people beyond their limits is a dangerous business, even for self-proclaimed gods.
>You know what they say about doing the same thing, over and over again and expecting different results? Well seems to me that a 'change of mind' can do the trick.
In one sense, yeah. If I manage to get out of this little time/space prison I've gotten myself locked in, great. That's all I need.
If you're talking about positive emotion and love and all that buggery, f*** that s***. I've learned my lesson about that nonsense. The romantic part of me that wants to believe in "good" things is dying. It's never worked for me, and I doubt that it does for anyone.
I need to conquer my animal nature so that my base desires are not interfering with my spiritual work. The demiurge wants to distract me with petty mundane pleasures, desires, fears, and relationships so that it can build me up and tear me down. The people in this reality only want to make me miserable, seems like, so I should give them nothing. Rob their banks and burn the money.
I remember why I asked for what I asked for now.
What does this mean, though? This is what I'm driving at. If I'm infinite yet somehow not infinite, then what does that mean? The illusion of limits. How does that work into this? Why are limitations necessary at all?
>We would seem to inhabit the same world, but when I look out of the window I see no "wretched sphere".
Are you blind, by any chance?
>My response was "what have I got to lose?". I made a choice.
What was the choice? Give up your willpower? Passively accept slavery?
No. Whoever did this to me can share in my karma.
If you really, really have nothing of importance to lose - and I do not - then you also don't have any hope for the future to lose. Why not remind people of the primeval Darkness a little bit?
We'll all meet Death sooner or later. Even the brightest stars eventually burn out, even the Creator will eventually awaken from this dream and find a new one.
If they won't let me have my ability to create here, if they try to take what really makes human life living away from me just because they think they can, why not break their toys?
As far as the world of matter and antimatter, what the Gnostics referred to as the physical and false spiritual worlds, are concerned, yes, something came before them; you admitted yourself. In seeking Sophia, I can cause chaos to further intrude into this dimension and transcend its physical laws.
Now I remember why I fell in love with anti-cosmic Satanism so much a couple years back; it was that exactly. Dissolution and chaos beyond forms, because this is but a dream within a dream...
Make the universe afraid again.
>Did it hurt? Yes, tremendously. Am I still here and managing to be happy and content? Yes, without a doubt.
Well, good for you, I guess. I'm not happy, and I won't be living like this, not now and not ever. Happiness isn't for me, seems like.
Maybe breaking this creation and its image would bring me the most joy possible. They want to take my ability to access the so-called "antimatter" dimension, so maybe I can respond somehow, by ushering primal Chaos into their creation. Pushing crazy people beyond their limits is a dangerous business, even for self-proclaimed gods.
>You know what they say about doing the same thing, over and over again and expecting different results? Well seems to me that a 'change of mind' can do the trick.
In one sense, yeah. If I manage to get out of this little time/space prison I've gotten myself locked in, great. That's all I need.
If you're talking about positive emotion and love and all that buggery, f*** that s***. I've learned my lesson about that nonsense. The romantic part of me that wants to believe in "good" things is dying. It's never worked for me, and I doubt that it does for anyone.
I need to conquer my animal nature so that my base desires are not interfering with my spiritual work. The demiurge wants to distract me with petty mundane pleasures, desires, fears, and relationships so that it can build me up and tear me down. The people in this reality only want to make me miserable, seems like, so I should give them nothing. Rob their banks and burn the money.
I remember why I asked for what I asked for now.