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SUM LUX, THE MAHASAMADHI OF SHIVASTUS SOLOMONICUS.

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During my first samadhi I had a sensation as though God was telling me a joke and I was the only one in the universe that was  laughing.

During my second death I had a feeling like god was a lonely old man telling himself stories and starting to believe they were real.

During my third death I realized that I was god.

During my fourth death I realized that I was nothing so it didn’t matter if I was god, everything, everywhere, was nothing.
The universe is NOTHING CHANGING.

During my fifth death it was revealed to me that I was love and things came into existence so that I could express my love to myself
in the form of other objects and people.

During my 6th death I realized that there were too many phenomenon in the universe to comprehend.

During my 7th death I longed for the dissolution of my sense of self. I wanted to return to a state of forgetting. I wanted to remember

forgetting. 

FROM THE LINGAYAT OF SHIVASTUS SOLOMONICUS

 

Shivastus Solomonicus lay dying, at 999 years of age surrounded by his most faithful apostles.  Ataraxia, sat at his right hand reading to him and recording his dying will.  Noah Socrates was well on his way to return the book of all Wisdom to the Akashic Library.  Shivastus had purified himself of all of his karmas and had satisfied all of his desires he had achieved zero karma hundreds of years ago and felt nothing as his life slowly fled from him.  He faded in and out of consciousness and this is what he experienced.  

Noah Socrates was able to fill this in retroactively from the Akashic Library with the blessing of Frater S. S. 

 

I felt my soul project from my body shooting up like a rocket into the void of space.  I picked up speed and found myself heading towards Saturn, entering the atmosphere I suddenly I found myself in a room with a large scales in front of me and a large, black, Jackal headed creature facing me.  In front of the scales and the creature there was something, hideous, and writhing and disgusting that looked like the head of Medusa.  On either side of me facing in the same direction there were two muscular creatures looking similar to the first except each had a sword and a spear.  I sensed they were some manner of bailiffs.  The first creature spoke in a loud, deep, strange voice saying, “I am Dogon, and this is very serious, these are grave matters.  Your life is on trial.  How do you plead?”

 

“Innocent.” 

 

“Do you see this knot floating in front of me?  That is the collective judgments and superstitions and traditions of all of the people from your realm and they disagree with you.  Defend your assertion.” 

 

“I only recognize the authority of reason as the law which has the right to judge me.”

 

“You appear lacking in humility.” 

 

“I am ill equipped to win the contest of humility, just as others are ill equipped to win the contest of ability, should I hide my light so that they think their own brighter?  I increased my talents and they buried their own.”

 

“You are an unpleasant, arrogant, creature.” 

 

“It is hard to live a life of pleasantness when you are wise and are surrounded by morons that want to force their way on you and are determined themselves to fail.  I disagree that I am arrogant, I believe I evaluate myself correctly.  Arrogance is thinking you are better than you are, I am as good as I think I am and I am willing to prove it.”  

 

“Do you mock my authority?”

 

“Does authority extend to making a crooked law? or practicing an injustice?  If you can’t prove me wrong in reasoned debate or in scientific experiment then I deserve a contest of strength.” 

 

“What you say is not untrue, but as long as this knot exists, your sentence is mandatory and I have no ability to lessen it.” 

 

Now, to say that Shivastus was a good martial artist would have been a lie.  He was a great martial artist, perhaps the greatest ever, he was a full fledged Tai Chi, he had absorbed so much orgone that he could move at the speed of thought and he had the strength of over 100 men.  Faster than the eye could see, or the mind could grasp, in one fell swoop he had grabbed one of the swords and was flipping through the air towards the Gordion Knot.  Charging the sword with chi and concentrating his intention, before anyone could act he severed the ugly giant head of sentimental judgments in twain, and their lay the dying Gorgon head, writhing and oozing and gurgling in its death throws.  

 

“You are free to go.”   Said the creature.  

Shivastus repercussed into his physical body, startling Ataraxia.  The rest of the account is told to us by her.  

“What is it, my guru?”

“I see myself in the garden of Eden.  I am the tree, and I am god, and I am Adam, and I am eve, and all three are one in me.  I have crossed the abyss… 

SUM LUX!”

Shivastus exhaled his last breath and his body disappeared, a sparkly golden light filled the room.  There was the sound of haunting Angelic music, and the intoxicating smell of night blooming jasmine, the most delicate of smells.  The smell and the music lingered for three days and a million people came to visit the place of his death and it became a holy sight.  He had filled himself with so much orgone that when the soul energy was raised it also turned his physical body into intelligent energy.  The only thing left behind was his hair and nails, which, as was his request was made into a lab grown diamond and placed into a ring.  The carbon from his hair and nails colored the diamond the most beautiful unearthly color of blue and it was set in a shrine to wait for the appointed one that would save the Zed society if it became corrupt.  

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PRAXIS, GUILTY KNOWLEDGE

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Hello students of the Mysteries, this is Noah Socrates speaking to your from the Akashic Repository via the tepaphone, let those of you that have ears listen.  Today we are not going to scry or move through history as we usually do but I am going to tell you of an event that I remember back when I was on earth with my beloved Guru and friend frater Shivastus Solomonicus.  Sometimes he would get so enthusiastic that he would blurt out occult secrets and expose that he had personally influenced events in history.  He would incriminate himself with guilty knowledge that only a certain historical personage had known.  

This one time the subject of King Arthur came up which provoked babaji to start going into this story about how Excalibur had been the name of Arthurs first sword and he had broken it by using it dishonorably.  Babaji then explained that the name of the second sword was PRAXIS.  Everyone was dumbfounded, mouths agape.  Many of his students were fluent with the subject of Arthurian Mysticism and diligent students of those  mysteries, and none of them had ever heard that before.  It wasn’t hard to figure out that Babaji being 900 and some years old had something personally to do with King Arthur.  He had accidentally shown his hand.  

A frantic discussion began in the Zed to find out exactly what his relationship with Arthur was.  I won’t tell you all of the wild ideas but just the ones that I found in my research from the Akashic Library to have been correct.  It turns out that he was the Merlin.  Merlin’s staff had two dragons on it.  According to what Shivastus said at other times the white dragon and the red dragon represented Indulgeance and Aversion the forces that make up the human body.  The wine and the bread, the blood and the brain.  He taught that the balancing of these out was the alchemical marriage.  Many of the Zed thought and I feel correctly so that his initials S.S. were a reference to the two dragons on Merlin’s staff.  

Some believed that the two S’s in Moses were similar.  Shivastus often taught that the word moses meant freedom and came from the Indian word Moksha.  Some people correlated the two serpents that Moses Serpent ate up when he threw it down in front of Janis and Jambris as meaningful too.  Shivah tells us the Jains were the mystics from india.  Moses demonstrated Sapiential Authority over the advisers to the king. 

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I was able to talk to him in private one day as we walked through the maze garden on our walking meditations and he told me that what King Arthur had been trying to do was to bring the philosophy of the cult of the Augures to the modern age for the good of the world.  Arthur was Auctoritas, the word made by the cult of the Augures and their philosophy on society and praxis, the Zed society itself was based on the tenets of that cult.  Even Jesus had tried to bring the very same message to the West and succeeded to a greater or lesser extent before his message was corrupted.  Auctoritas Rex is the once and future king because he is the only king that deserves to rule.  Jesus wasn’t king of the Jews, he was king of the philosophers because the rabbinical tradition was a philosophical guru tradition, so it should read.  

IAESUS NAZAREUM REX PHILOSOPHORUM

Praxis is the practice and process of applying your philosophy in the world, walking your talk.  The high priest isn’t above the law and doesn’t invent the law, he teaches the law and the law is pre existent and immutable.  If the high priest didn’t teach it the very rocks would scream it.  Nobody is above the authority of reason.  Homo Sapiens means wise man.  People aren’t born wise and some people never attain to wisdom which means that not all human animals are actually HUMAN, only wise man is human, only wise man is like god.

 Shivastus would hammer over and over again that if you don’t know the logical fallacies and cognitive biases you can’t prevent yourself from making them.  And you will not be a wizard before you are a philosopher king.  The siddhis don’t even begin to take effect until you are rational, perfectly rational.  Magick is not only dangerous to the wielder without reason and without a guru, it is an act of theft from god. 

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SEVEN ON NUBERIA

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7 was going on sabbatical with Ba’al so he had to do exactly as he was told. Ba’al told him to observe  the customs of the people on the planet and not to attract attention to himself.  Ba’al was there for political reasons and didn’t need his mission being complicated or compromised.

7 stayed at the mansion which was where the diplomats were kept.  On this planet sex slavery was common, it wasn’t thought of as slavery though, that word or concept didn’t exist on this planet and they weren’t there to bring the Nuberians  to Jesus.  As a matter of custom a sex slave was brought to seven to keep him occupied and entertained.  They brought him this short, thick and curvy creature, very exotic, she had plump thighs.  She was scantily clad in jewelry and veils.  Her skin was black and rubbery, exactly like rubber, shiny even, a living sex doll.  She had jewelry on her head and forehead.

“What is your name.”  asked 7.

He could do whatever he wanted to her on this planet, he was considered the highest caste, royalty, and she was subcaste, nobody would bat an eye if she disappeared, but her owner might need to be compensated.

“My name is Shunam.”  she replied as respectfully as possible.  “You may do to me whatever pleases you.”

“Conversation pleases me.”  said 7  “Tell me about yourself.”

“Conversation is not my strong suit, my people were not bred for conversation, I can give you a massage or please you in other ways, skillfully.”  Shunam explained

“Perhaps later, I would like to have a sense of connection with people before I jump into bed with them.  You don’t find it difficult to just have sex without any conversation or anything?”  Seven queried.

“My people were bred for sex.  That is what we do.  We are bred to be pleasing to the eye and sexually desirable.  It is my instinct.  It doesn’t require any foreplay or conversation.”  Shunam

Her eyes were the most beautiful piercing blue in such contrast with her jet black skin.

“So you can just bump genitalia without any guilt or shame?”

“What are genitalia?”

“You know, how you reproduce.”

“Where do you keep your ‘genitalia’?”

The Zed were not raised as prudes, they were very open about sex. Seven slightly spread his legs and gestured with both of his hands.

“May I see them?”  she asked.

Seven sighed a little and pulled down the native garments that had been given him on his arrival.

“Wow, they are spectacular, I have never been with a human before.  May I touch them?”

He nodded his consent.  Her hands were remarkably warm and attentive.  Her touch was more intelligent and graceful than any other hands that had touched him.  He had never been touched with that concern and curiosity and respect before.  It made him feel like the richest man in the universe.  His member started swelling under her affectionate attention.

“What is it doing?  Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh, no, Sweety, that is natural.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes it feels good.”

“And these are your “genitalia”?”

“Yes, you don’t keep your genitalia in the same place?”

“No, it is a secret.  My people don’t tell anybody where we keep our intimates.  That is part of our prerogative as slaves.  It is the one thing that we possess and give to people that we have genuine affection for.  I am only talking to you about it because I trust you and i like you.  I have pseudo genitalia that I use for serving the needs of my masters, but that doesn’t let them get close to me emotionally, I feel next to nothing there and my people have developed an uncanny resistance to all disease.  If you won’t tell anybody I can show you where my real pleasure center is.  Where I feel something.  Where I can be intimate.  Do you want to know?”

“Yes, I would like that.”

Shunam slowly removed her head dress, with her diadem on it to reveal a plump juicy pair of moist lips in the middle of her forehead.  7 couldn’t believe what he was seeing, he had seen naked women, he was not inexperienced with alien women, but this….. He was so aroused he could barely contain himself.  He kissed her forehead gently, filling the rough ridges of her lips on his own.  They were hot and they gave off a sent like jasmine.  The air around them was humid.  She seemed very aroused.  He could see moisture oozing between them.

She sank to her knees in front of him and grasped his member.  He caught his breath and let out a little squeal.  She doted upon his scepter showering it with pecks, holding it affectionately next to her face.  She ran it into her mouth to moisten it and then placed it at the entrance of her forehead temple and started applying pressure, working it into her orifice.  7 almost fainted with extacy.   He had never felt anything like it before, there was an electricity, all other sex he could remember felt animal and this felt spiritual, like making love to an angel or a goddess.  She rocked back and forth rhythmically, he felt some manner of sphincter muscles inside her womanhood sucking, pulling, enticing, welcoming his penis into her space.  Overcome with affection he pulled out and dropped to his knees and looked in her eyes, there was a light inside them, a look of contentment.

“That doesn’t hurt”.  he asked

“Why should it?”  she responded, “we don’t keep our brains in there or anything.”

“Where do your people keep their brains?”

“In our chests, they are attached to our hearts.  My people are known as the Bodhichitta, the heart-minded.  Now shutup, I am not done with you.”  She playfulle shoved him back onto a plush rug that was the skin of some large predator from the cold part of the planet.  She enveloped him with her womanhood again and he affectionately caressed her forehead as she rocked back and forth until he exploded inside her cranium.   It wasn’t like an ejaculation with a human female.  It was like a supernova, there was some intelligent electricity, some chemical reaction, he knew from that moment  that he was addicted and always would be and he was glad.  Now he was a slave, a slave to his desires.

Her eyes glowed brightly, not metaphorically, there was an actual light in her eyes that had not been there before.  It was as though she was somehow being nourished with some energy from his ejaculation.  He wondered what effects it would have on her all of his ZED training and all of the orgone that he had absorbed through meditation and study.  What effect would his seed have on this magnificent creature.  He had no idea what to expect.

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The Orgone Generator

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7 came too groggily, He didn’t know where he was.  He saw a bright light over him and he thought he saw an angel with azure eyes and golden blond hair and creamy freckled cleavage and a voice also like an angel.  Her voice was warm and loving like a lover’s voice but not unlike one’s mothers voice if she was really hot.

“Can you hear me?”  the angel said.

“Oh…, yeah.” 7 said realizing that she had been repeating herself and he had not really been focused.  He was in a strange room he didn’t recognize and his body was in a fluid that was warm and looked like milk.  It tickled as though millions of tiny hands were doing some form of energy massage on every cell of his body, he had never experienced anything like it. 

“Where am I?”  asked 7.

“You are in the  Orgone room in the Holy of Holies, the sanctum sanctorum.”  Angel said affectionately.

“I didn’t know this place existed.”  7

“Most people don’t, it is a well kept secret, a sacred secret, one of our most important, for the ZED I mean.  The only reason you found out about it is because you were almost dead.  We had to bring you here to keep you alive.  You would be dead right now if it was not for the orgone in this room.”  Angel said

7 glanced around the strange room, there was a aquamarine fog that expanded and moved around the room like silent slow moving lightning.  It was some manner of energy, it seemed to be emanating from an ornate gilded rectangular box with two golden angels that were kneeling facing one another in prayer.  There was a ball of the same colored energy above and between them which seemed to be the source of all of the ambient energy in the room.  He noticed that the Orgone seemed to be energizing the bath he lay in, when the tendrils reached out to the liquid there was a subtle cascade that danced across the surface and then he felt the energy from it.  His eyes rolled back in his head and he felt very sleepy and at the same time he felt like he was having an orgasm, ecstasy coursed through every nerve in his body.  His body relaxed and he asked, “What is this orgone generator?  Where does this energy come from?”

 
“Well, our noble founder Frater Shivastus Solomonicus, knew but could not demonstrate until the ZED were created that there is a tangible energy that is given off by proper equal relationship.  This energy is called orgone, chi, ki, chaitanya, prana, mana and an infinite number of other names.  It is a living intelligent energy and it changes the universe around it.  When people come together of their own free will and expand their sense of self to include one another, and those people all have the same or similar souls in the form of the same philosophy, when they live in harmony, this energy is created by the quality of their interactions it takes on a personality and it does their will.  Every event, interaction, word, thought, deed in a relationship characterizes the relationship, creates its qualities.  The smarter a person is the more orgone they can absorb out of the surrounding area, and they can command this energy.  Only philosopher kings can wield it.  Shivastus wanted this knowledge kept from anyone that didn’t need to know about it to minimize the chances of someone trying to take control of it and use it for nefarious purposes.  There are Zed masters that don’t know about this place because they have never been injured badly enough to be brought here.”
 
“It feels so …. good.”  7
 
Angel, slipped onto the step behind him in the white bath her thighs hugged the back of his, her skirt absorbed the milky water and became transparent and warm.  Her arms wrapped around his shoulders.  “Does this bother you?”  she asked. 
 
“No, not at all.”  7
 
Her hand caressed and massaged his skin, “See, Shivastus taught us that the healing energy, is the spiritual energy, which is the sexual energy.”  Her hand slid down the hollow of his stomach and into the water between his legs,  she ever so gently touched his masculinity,  there was an immediate change in the flow of orgone in the room, the light became more intense and locked a thick beam on the area where here hand and his groin met, all the other streams of light in the room flicked back and forth like a playful cat that was about to pounce on unsuspecting prey.  7 closed his eyes and leaned to kiss Angel, “Remain alert, you should be learning, this is important, unconscious in relationship is not relationship.  People have thresholds for pleasure as well as for pain, when they pass this threshold they want to be unconscious.  You must make an effort to remain conscious.” 
 
7 opened his eyes and turned his head forward.  He observed the light and how it changed the way it moved based on her gentle stroking, he realized that there was some subtle obscure correlation between the sensations he had down there and the flow of the light.  Her grasp tightened on his member firmly and his legs tightened, she stroked the blood into the head of his penis and maintained her asphyxiating grip.  Her strokes were shorter now but still firm, the water acted almost as a lubricant.  His body stiffened and his back arched, he felt her wet boobies on his back like soft, happy, puppies that he wanted to play with.  When he exploded he felt himself become the focal point of all the light in the room, it coursed through him blowing out any energetic blockages in his nadis, he felt the light inside him converging on his third eye, he felt it glowing like a diamond,  there was a sensation there, a presence that he hadn’t felt before, an intelligence.  He felt a tiny, glowing, diamond shaped light that surged with power, he knew it would always be there from now on.  He knew that it had always been there but he hadn’t sensed it until this moment because it had never been exposed to the light before, the light had never been able to reach there. 
 
His body relaxed and his posture slackened,  “Thank you,” he said.
 
“You are welcome.”  Angels grip slowly and deliberately released its strangle hold on his member and rose from the white froth, on her hand his semen glowed eerily with its own light, it was a beautiful color, royal blue, aquamarine, cobalt, cornflower, it was difficult to pinpoint the exact color but it was beautiful and blue.  “Hmm, I have never seen an ejaculate this color before, it is powerful and radiant.”  Before he could react it she had put her hand to her mouth and started licking glowing light from her hand like a kitten happily licking its paws. 
 
“I hope you always remember what you learned here, this will be important for you for the rest of your life.”

RAPE FANTASIES IN THE 1950’S

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I have always found this interesting, because if you examine the modern rhetoric the 1950’s would be the ideal time as far as women are concerned if you believe what they tell you about what they want from relationship.  It was also the hay day of the color chartreuse, which is interesting because according to a witch I once studied under, it was used in insane asylums to keep the patients calm.  Yes, chartreuse keeps you sane when you are about to go fucking nuts apparently.  What I am getting at is that women should have been very happy.  Men were loyal, families were big, everything was in its proper place and everybody knew their duty.  The only problem is that women were not getting laid.  Oh, noes!  What to do???

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The phenomena of rape fantasies started popping up.  The reason that this is interesting is what it tells us about the female psyche.  Women do not and will not take responsibility for their sexual desires.  Due to the innate feminine need to be pursued, to be the object of desire, the rape fantasy was constructed to remove from herself responsibility for the sex act.  She was not initiating it.  She was not pursuing the man.  It was the fact that she was so sexy he could not contain himself, he had to force himself on her.  In a way her desirability was to blame.  This is fascinating too because women reify their attractiveness and (we will get into this later as I keep on writing down my theories) the value of their vagina.  Yes, women associate their vagina with monetary value.  If she enjoyed it a little she can’t really be held accountable because she didn’t have a choice. 

So what were the men doing?  They had hobbies, they were being fathers, they were involved in intellectual pursuits.  My grandpa was an ex-navy architect with 5 children when my grandma banged her doctor, she was a nurse by the way, and they were Jehovah’s Witnesses……  Even when women have everything exactly the way they want it, they still are not content.  What is interesting to me is that women desiring their own sexual fantasies at the same time judge and refuse to participate with male fantasies.  And don’t talk to me about porn because women get paid like 10 to 100 times what men get paid.  That has NOTHING to do with satisfying a man, that has to do with getting paid.  

You can read more on an article I wrote on the subject that talks about how women rationalize this and thoughts like these here…

http://finscribeofwisdom.blogspot.com/2013/04/passive-cause-vs-active-cause-by-joxua.html