Ears to hear

I use to make a dream very often. To swim in the sky, sucked by the surface of it, as when you struggle to swim underwater. I never fell down at the end, but went higher and higher against my will.

The world isn't a map. It is skin to wear. So the Logos it is no word or painting, no sound and sinphony. But existence.

That's what I think. And the more I say it, the more I lose it.

Full

Whenever you don't get a thing, mind the following option:

"Full understanding, in short, is attained not through translation but through metamorphosis." Tim Ingold.

I personally agree. Logomakonto, amen.

"The Power of Nightmares" series

this is a bbc documentary series about the politic of fear. It calls on the stage as protagonists of recent history two groups of people: ameriacan neocons and islamic jihadists.

It made me reflect that in politics is not important the image you have of the society but rather the processes that animates it. I belive that any vision you might have is only a glimpse of understanding which cannot subtract itself from the process of learning. Yet to move is all you can do, awaiting the smashing negation of your beliefs. Or maturate the sense of a bigger picture in which you're just an actor among others, enfolding the self transformations of the world in which your beliefs are imprisoned. Good vision and logomakonto.

power of nightmares Part 1

power of nightmares Part 2

power of mightmares Part 3

First of the year is an opinion

and the year as well. Last year i celebrated the celtic one here in scotland, marching in a spiral of fire around november/december, after which i made myself a moho, to less fear the world.

This year i did it in Ethiopia, dancing and clapping hands around a fire among people much bigger than me. for them the first of the year is the 11th Sept according to the coptic/egyptian/julian calendar they have. to the same calendar, the fiscal year begins the 7th Jluly.

Hey, rings a bell... is it maybe that someone is just putting fireworks around?! I wish him good 6007.

More on science and alchemy

(that's vegetation data 2) Was thinking about science, alchemy and power. Science is what was working of alchemy, the investigation of nature seeking for mystical knowledge has revealed to get it right sometimes; began to find the way to establish a communication with the material world by grasping the rules underlying it. So that transformation of matter was finally possible. Forget the dragons, jesus and all the other allegories: all we're interested in is the transformation of this bloody matter. The knowledge of what was called nature, but doesn't matter how you call it or what it is now, so that transformation and control over it is possible. So that we can get detached from it and go living in the Grat Nous, Nous in both greek (mind) and french (us) meanings.

The amorality of the cosmology of scinece, as opposed to the one of the alchemist, was only temporary. By relegating ourself in the Great Nous we thought separate our morality from the materiality, as it was matter of the mind, the soul but not of the body; while in alchemy all is embedded in the existent, the rules of the matter are the ones of the soul, on earth as in heaven.

The separation we made was temporary, i said. Yet the lithosphere and the biosphere are breaking into the noosphere (Great Nous) as we can no longer keep it separated. We call it "the environment", now. Can't forget the environment, can you? The Nous Spaceship just crashed on it.

Now, listen to me, the scinetific environment got up on the stage and is giving us lesson on how we have to behave, as a far too physical moral god. Now, good and bad are also defined on their effect on The Environment. Scientists are its monks.

Now, it seems to me that this scientific parabole had the meaning of playing alchemy right, in a purified version; forget the goal, play the rules right, and here you reach the goal. And the cosmology it created is not amoral at all. The Logos of science seems to grasp a lot of what is actually out there, and its voice is terrific at times. It was developed to accumulate power, make bridges, fertilizers and bombs, here it is now speaking again with the voice of god; the one the founders, the alchimists, were seeking for. Just to say that the scientist is a good alchemist, or that science is good alchemy.

In general, there's something wrong with someone in society speaking by the voice of god/truth in all the spectrum between immanence and trascendence.

So, in first place, i love that estimated error that comes along with any scientific truth, as the words of the scientific god are all like moons with a dark side.

In second place, you have to consider the pharisean temple where The Voice gets interpreted.

That brings you to the personal dimension of making the world talk; as if something needs to get interpreted is because it is open to interpretation. Science is still a mysteric language. As a scientist, you seek to make the world talk. Then you negotiate the meaning with the other phariseans, and work out the not so evident evidence. But beyond the evidence, there is the raw result, the raw voice that fascinates me.

In third place, i hope you'll never take me too seriously and that all i write can stimulate your thinking; in forth, I'll figure out one day the very point i was supposed to write about. Logomakonto, amen.

Bringing back science to alchemy

(that's a principal component analysis on my data.)

revelations imprison, a second after
mistaking the kind of knowledge they belongs to.

There are many kind of knowledge. Better to confuse them in only one name than trying to name each differently.

No matter what, we'll be excomunicated by the future. Even if the future also, will try cach up the truth. So, where was the mistake of the alchemist?

Was maybe that mistake that turns light into darkness, as gold back to lead, still keeping the brightness so you don't realize; don't put the truth up in the sky, it gets cold as a dead star. Don't put yourself up there.

Maybe, is the hidden side of your knowledge, the one your never look in the face, the one that will make you wise. The health you gain climbing up the mountain. Smash the tables on the rock before you get down. There's no good fascism on earth. Logomakonto, amen.

cows are creazy for salvia

if the one of the logos is an (insane) religion, no surprise its representations can shine of an artistic light; and senses seem as always to understand faster and better than the mind does; they hit your brain with the wonder of a meaning they don't reveal, and which escapes the more you explain it. understanding itself is an unesplicable sensation, a transitory harmony in a landscape of concepts seeking for a relationship one to another; that's a picture of it: what you see here is an actual plot of my vegetation data in the **** forest; aestetically it seems to make sense, all those numbers getting together meaningfully. useless to say that if i could get from it that scientific information i was seeking i would not consider it art but just a graph. oh, yes, art always wispers a secret language... but hey i love her lips on my hear.

of course, cows are crazy for salvia, that's explaining some patterns i see... (by the way, someone told me that s. divinorum is worth trying, use a pipe)