Aeon Flux
I was surfing the net looking for those websites that try to show you what technology and computer things will look like in the “future” this week. Keyboards are going to go the way of the typewriter soon. They’ve got these gadgets that project a laser keyboard and stuff. I’ve always been a “futurist” if that word makes any sense. It’s like a feeling or yearning to want to reach into the future and experience it. You spend lots of time thinking and day dreaming about it. Watch a lot of science fictionie shows and wish it were all real. My favorite show to watch back in the old days was Star Trek The Next Generation. I grew up watching mostly only two TV shows: Sesame Street and then Star Trek TNG. I watched other things but those two had a huge affect on me. I only watched Star Trek TNG because it was my uncle-dad and cousin-brothers favorite show and they hogged the TV in the living room. Later when I grew up and watched all the episodes again, I ended up hating it, because of all these little technical bugs that scratches my gut, like warp drive, and teleportation, etc. My favorite character was Commander Riker. I had a crush on him. He was ugly without a beard. He’s one of those men that actually looks very handsome with a beard.
But anyways. Thinking about the future got me thinking about the year 2050, which is a year I have marked in the back of my head. I marked 2050 in my mind because DM has been strangely dedicated to this ONA thing for at least 39 years now. This ONA thing started off way in the past and basically through one nexion [DM] it made it into his future [our present]. And during those 39 years the entire world changed around him. I thought the essential idea behind that was fascinating. That one person can presence something in the future and influence and inspire the people and minds of that future period. So I promised myself and an OG years back that I would follow Anton Long’s footsteps and join his Relay Race.
Remember in PE in school we had these races called Relay Races? The coach would put you into teams. And you’d get put at different parts of the track. So the way it’s done is that the first person runs as fast as they can carrying a little stick with a flag tied to it. And they run to their next person waiting for them. Then the first person hands the second person the flag and the second person runs as fast as they can to the third person, and so on. Such that the first sets of people involved in the race never gets to see the finish line. It is the persons already closest to the Goal that are fated to fulfill what was set in motion.
So that’s what I mean by Anton Long’s Relay Race. AL ran with the ONA going into nearly 39 years. He was the first guy in the Relay Race. He will never see the end Goal unfortunately. So I’ve put myself on the tracks as the second person up, and hopefully others will be inspired to do the same. The objective is to just do what DM did. Run with the ONA, live it, beef it up, evolve it, for the next 40 years. As long as one person is dedicated to just run with the ONA for 40 years, the ONA will make it into the year 2050. But I also can only go so far in the Relay Race. I’d have to hand over the ONA flag to someone else or a group of somebody elses, young to carry it on for another 40 years, which would be 2090! I figured that since I will have children someday, I will raise and train them to one day run with the ONA into the future. Whatever the ONA has become in their time. If it can change so much in 4 years as we have seen. What will the ONA be like in the year 2050? But thinking about this Relay race into the future got me thinking about my most favorite subject to think about: the Sunyata of Time.
The Flow Of Time
When I say “sunyata” I just mean Impermanence according to my understandings. Impermanence isn’t nothing. It’s a moving process. Like wind can be said to be a process in motion. As long as that wind moves it is “something.” When it stops blowing, the process is gone, and the “something” vanishes from our perception. And so it is in the movement – the process – that “nothing” appears to be something ever changing. And we call that motion, that movement, the process, “change” and what changes is Impermanent.
Time for me is a perfect example of sunyata if you have trouble grasping the idea of the moving process of impermanence. Not the the time ticking in our watches. But the ticking of the cosmos and earth. The ticking of Nature in Her process of eternal becoming. Because if you think about it, we only “see” or notice time when it ticks: when things change. Everything is in a process of change. And we give ‘temporal’ meaning to such changes. We call it Seasons, Age, Day, Night, Growth, Dilapidation, etc. And then if you think about it deeply, you begin to realize that change isn’t a singular event happening to one “Thing.” Change happens in interconnected patterns.
For example the earth moves into a spot in its orbit around the sun. That pattern causes winter. The winter causes patterns to be noticed on the earth. The temperature drops, plants are gone, the grass dies. That pattern triggers the familiar pattern of ducks and birds to fly south for the winter. That pattern of duck and birds flying south causes patterns to arise in us humans who live in that climate. We recognize those patterns, and we chop our wood, smoke our meat, store our grain, and prepare for the winter. And that human reaction on a wider scale, causes patterns to arise. The whole kingdom is in motion, reacting in patterns to the pattern of winter. Then the earth moves into a different spot and spring comes. And with that a cascade of inter-reacting patterns of events is set in collective motion. Nothing in the universe moves alone. We all move together as a single whole. It’s the basic meaning of the word Universe: Uni [One] Vers/Vert [Turn].
I was driving down to San Diego with Kayla and some others to pick up my car the other night. 2 hour drive. My cousin’s race car broke down and had to be taken to the shop, so he borrowed my car for work. On the way back we were driving at 1AM past Lake Elsinore and I past a field of trees and in the middle of nowhere I saw a huge ass American flag waving in the wind. I thought for a moment that it looked beautiful, since the moon was near full and it was just waving there. But seeing that flag wave in the wind was what reminded me that night of how patterns in a field move together. Like the patterns of the flag. The wave happens in different spots on the flag, but eventually, all the stars and stripes move together as a single fabric.
Yugs & Seasons
Something I hear my elders speak often of now is a little aspect of Therevada Buddhism that is not well known. I like Buddhism because it’s rational and because it is a power house of practical wisdom. But it does come with stories and mythos. One of those mythos is an apocalyptic prediction very similar in quality to what one might expect from a group of crazy apocalyptic Christian sects.
The apocalyptic mythos revolves around the idea of 5 Buddhas which is something I see everywhere in Theravada art work. In Thai and Khmer wats you’ll often see not 1 but 5 Buddha statues together, Gautama Buddha being the biggest statue of the 5. Its so pervasive an icon that I had to ask my mom and aunts what those 5 Buddhas mean. They didn’t know, so they told me to go ask my grandmother.
I asked my grandmother what the 5 Buddhas meant and why I haven’t ever heard of the other 4. And basically my grandmother said to me that Gautama Buddha is the Fourth Buddha. There were three before him, which were the same Buddha in different “incarnations.” There will be a last one after him whom she names as ‘Preah Sey-Ah Mitrey.’
She goes on to explain that we’ll know we are getting close to the time of Sey-Ah Mitrey’s birth in the world of mankind when the prophecies of the last “Yug” has been experienced. Yug is pronounced as in the first syllable of the English word EUCalyptus and is a Khmer dialectal form of the Sanskrit word Yuga. Basically the “last Yug” from how she describes it sounds like the degenerate age we live in and unfortunately seems to get worse. She mentions the usual apocalyptic stuff and said that the end of the last Yug finishes off with fire falling from the sky. By that time the prophecy says that so many people will have died that the survivors left alive will all fit under the Shade of the Bo Tree. And then Sey-Ah Mitrey is born into the world to manifest Dhamma again for a new generation of people.
That was all great I suppose. I’m not big on crazy apocalyptic visions so I didn’t listen to her much. What caught my genuine interest was the word “Yug” she used. So I sat there and waited for her to finish her insane lecture of the end of the world and the last Yug where mother sleep with sons and father with their daughters, public decency has decayed, manners have become a relic of some historic age, honour is dead, etc, etc; so I could ask her what exactly a Yug is. I have heard the word before from reading about Hinduism as in what is known as the Kali Yuga. I’ve read things written by a Westerner about their ideas of what a yuga is and I find it pretty imaginative and sometimes retarded. I wanted to ask a living person who was born into a living ancestral Brahmanistic-Buddhist Tradition what a Yug/yuga is.
My grandmother tried to explain it to me, but unfortunately I didn’t understand a word she said, because she was using words I had not heard used before. I just picked up words like “tree” and “grow,” which made no sense to me in context to Time since I assumed that Yug meant a long span of Time. So I looked around for anybody near by who could put what she had explained into English for me. Luckily my favorite uncle was sitting in the same sitting room. I have my own room in his house way up in Palmdale where he has a large track of land. He is the oldest son my grandmother had and is very religious, here meaning really into the old ways. Us cousins call him Bhoo Map. Bhoo is a familiar word meaning Uncle and Map is his family nickname which is a short form of the word for Chubby, even though he is skinny. He looks Japanese and his body is covered in yantras and magical tattoos. He’s read the entire Tipitaka, all 25 thousand pages. He even has a magical tattoo of a little Buddha right in between his eyebrow which he got from a wild monk [one that lives like a hermit in the forest] when he was back visiting their home province over seas. The tattoo between his eyebrows is suppose to give him the power of insight and open his third eye. He also has a Buddha carved from a boar tusk. So Bhoo Map is really into the old Tradition and is considered by our family as an authority in Buddhist stuff. He was sitting there quietly listening to my grandmother explain things adding a “That’s right,” every now an then.
So I turn to Uncle Chubby looking lost and asked him to translate what grandma said a Yug was into English for me. It’s not a mystical word but actually very ordinary. Like when you are asked “Ayug [age] Praman [how many]” you are being asked how old you are, or how many years you have. But without the initial “A” and in context to how the prophecy uses it, it has a different meaning. My uncle translates to me and explains that the universe is like a living tree, it has a life span the old people call a Kalapa [Khmer version of the Sanskrit Kalpa]. The universe is thus like a great big tree where in the winter season the leaves on this tree dies and the life forces goes underground, and in the spring season the life force returns and new leave emerges. And so we call the span of great time of this great tree’s spring gradually leading into it winter a Kalapa. The universe in a sense borns and dies and reborns anew over and over.
So a Kalapa is much like a year. And in that year there are Four Seasons, and we call those seasons Yugs. One Yug is a cosmic season. Just as each earthly season has unique characteristics, a yug also has characteristics. For instance autumn has the characteristic of leaves falling, colors like yellow and orange are associated with that season, the feel of people preparing their harvest for the coming winter is a characteristic of that season. The rain season [in tropical areas] has it’s own characteristic different from other seasons, and so on. So each Yug thus has it’s own seasonal characteristics which influences people. In the same way that a natural season influences us. When summer comes that season affects and influenced all of us collectively. We use the air conditioning all day, or go out and buy fans, we change our attire, we eat different thing, drink more, we visit the beaches more often, etc. And when Spring begins this season causes us to act differently also. We begin growing our crops in our fields and so on. So each Yug is like a season which also affects and influences mankind and causes us to act according to the nature or characteristic of a Yug.
I thought it was very interesting that my grandmother and uncle equated a Yug with seasons rather than with lengths of Time. Because there is a difference between what we understand as Time, and what a Season is. Time is a process of change and a Season is a pattern of changes that happen systematically together. Time really does not have the same effect on us inside as a season does. We have forced ourselves to live in tandem with the ticking of clocks. It’s an unnatural way of life where we literally live our lives according to something arbitrary and abstract as the moving of big hands and little hands on a watch. Whereas in olden days our ancestors lived in tandem to Nature, when our “watches” were the moon, the sun, the stars, and season.
In the Occident we have it where our days are all precisely and exactly 365.4 days or something and our year is divided up into 12 months etc. So we have these things called birthdays in the West where we remember the “exact” day of that calendar year we were born. Except the calender is static, and the sun, moon, earth, and stars move in such a way that the same day 10 years ago on a calender is not the same day in Nature today. I’ve always found it interesting that all of my aunts and uncles and mothers have no birthdays. They have a date of birth on their ID, but those dates were arbitrarily picked. I asked my grandmother when my aunt-mom was born once expecting her to give me a simple date. And she goes: “If I recall correctly your aunt-mother was born at night, just after the full moon, when the rainy season was ending, in the year of the Rabbit. Yes I think that was it.”
Aeons
I have a younger biological sister [half sister: same mom, different dad] who is 18. I live with her and our parents now, but growing up we were raised by a different set of parents in different houses. But I helped raise her when I went to live with my real mother.
I talk a lot about aeons and the usual ONA ideas around her, since we live together, so she is a Drecc familiar with ONA. I took her camping with my friends way up in Los Osos by San Luis Obispo. My friends and I have this “tradition” of meeting up in the mountains of Los Osos every April 20th – April 22nd [we call it 420] and we camp out and smoke out to celebrate Earth Day around a big camp fire. It’s a gorgeous place. The camp grounds is right next to a rocky beach and sand dunes, and down the ways a bit is the beautiful town of Morro Bay. It’s something we’ve been doing since college, and the fun thing is each year the number of participants grows when we each make new friends and bring them along. But these hard economic times makes it so that not many people can afford to take three days off anymore.
For as long as we have been camping out there every year, none of us has ever hiked to the end of the sand dunes. I don’t know if you’ve ever hiked on sand up and down sand hills. You get tired after the third hill you climb. Then the sand dune is so sandy there’s no bushes or trees, so when you have to pee, you just squat out in the open with you’re ass sticking out in the middle of everywhere for everyone to see. But you know you’ll eventually have to go pee because its a damn hot desert like sand dune field and you drink a lot of water! I was peeing on the sand this one time between two sand hills and one of my friends at the top of a hill yells out to me: “Hey! It’s Earth day for god’s sake! You’re peeing on Nature!”
Anyways, I took my little sister out to our traditional 420 spot this year. My sister and I with a couple other were already down at the foot of the mountain in Los Osos a day before 420 because I have a friend that lives out there in a little beautiful ocean side village. We crashed at his place and gorged ourselves with as much meat, real food and internet service we can handle because the 3 days was going to be all natural. My friend lives out there because of the surf. He loves surfing and the sea out there is so pristine the water is emerald green.
I have a great amount of respect for this friend. He’s older than me. He went to college, and graduated then immediate got a huge paying career. He figured that in 5 years on that job he’d have enough for a house. But he got depressed and felt like he didn’t have the amount of freedom he wanted and needed. He had no time to be with the people he loved like his family and friends. He worked 60 hours weeks sometimes. And he realized that he was giving that corporation the best years of his life. So one day, depressed, he drove as far as he could from the big city and ended up in Los Osos. He said he saw the big surf and jade colored water there and fell in love and never went back to his job. He instead chose to work in a flower shop part time, then rented a room in a house, and spent his free time living life and surfing. But he day trades and invests in penny stocks for his retirement.
So at camp, while were were drinking and smoking out around our fire one night some of us briefs the new comers about the Sand Dune of Doom that was impenetrable by us common mortal Asians. No living person in our group has ever hiked the full length of the dunes to see the other end because most of us are in such bad shape and have trouble urinating in public. Then one of the new ones had a great ideas and said: “Dude, you’re fucking fobs, what do you expect. Just fucking wake up at 5 in the morning man before the sun comes up. It won’t be so hot. That way we won’t have to carry as much water.” So we all looked at each other and decided to do what he said. We all went to sleep early and agreed to wake up at 5 in the morning to conquer the sand dunes at last.
We woke up at 5AM and a thick fog was everywhere, you couldn’t see 3 feet in front of you and it was dark. Me and the few other girls next to me had a terrified look on our faces because it was all creepy and we were all thinking that maybe we should wait and hike when the fog was gone. But then we heard the guys shout out like the apes they are: “Alright! Fucking awesome, fog!” So the hike was still on. We got our flashlights and told each other to hike in a big fucking group or we’ll get lost in the fog and maybe walk off the cliff and fall into the ocean or rocks.
You couldn’t see shit. At the beginning of the sand dunes there’s this wooden horse fencing that wiggles and wides which separates the sand area from the hard ground area which is the cliff. My group I was with who were all girls with two flashlights kept on walking into the fence. We met up with that fence 3 times and one of us said: “Ok, we aren’t actually going anywhere, it’s the same fucking fence. We’re walking in circles guys!” Some of us said: “I’m scared.” The boys were way off in the distance already laughing. And they were the ones who said to hike in a big group too. We ended up walking in zig zags and circles because we were following the boys’ voices. But those fuckers sometimes thought it was funny to stay silent and turn off their flashlights when we called out to them. So we’d walk in one direction, going one way, then we’d hear their voice behind us, so we’d have to turn around. But eventually we were behind them. After an hour of climbing sand hills exhausted the boys ahead of us stopped and we heard them say: “Dude, what the fuck.” We caught up to them and saw the fucking fence again. Which we knew was near the beginning part of the sand hills. The guys said they could have sworn they were walking in a straight line. And it felt like we were too, but we somehow ended walking in a big circle.
The sun was coming up and the fog was rolling out. It’s absolutely fascinating to watch fog roll. Walking in thick fog is like walking through a spongy rain cloud. You get wet. It’s like taking a shower because water beads on your hair and face. An the light of your flashlight shines on the think mist and you can see the mist moving by like a big cloudy slug slithering by over the mountain tops. When the sun comes out and the fog thins out then you can really see the fog moving like it’s in a hurry to get somewhere. And somehow the cloudy mist somehow knows how to stay together. I like blowing and waving at the mist of the fog as the fog cloud moves, and you can see the mist you blew slowly change direction to move with the rest of the fog. And that fog while you’re in it influences your perception and judgment. It’s almost a feeling of vertigo where you lack reference points around you so you have no sense of direction.
Finally after about 2 hours of walking – half of which time was spent walking in circles and zig zagging – the fog had rolled out to sea clearing the sand dunes visually a bit. We were standing on the top of a very tall sand hill we climbed, which tapered off downwards into the cloud of fog that we were in. We heard the surf in the near distance in the fog hit the rocks. It was unfamiliar grounds, so we believed we had finally made it to the other side of the sand dunes! So we carefully walked toward the ocean side, knowing there are cliffs, it was still foggy, but not as foggy. We had breakfast on the rocks of the sea side watching the fog gradually vanished.
After breakfast we went exploring the tide pools in the rocks and we saw this one really strange animal in a tide pool. There were several of them. They looked like large disgusting sea cucumbers that were the size of a football and they were dark brown. They were just lumps with no heads or tails. We were all standing around the pool tide with these things in it looking at them and one of my boy cousins grabbed a big rock and said: “Ok, red blood or blue blood?” We guessed the color of the creature’s blood and he dropped the rock on one of the things, and we were all wrong. It was trippy because at first the thing bled a white milk colored fluid into the water, and then the fluid turned purple in color.
So after that we started to hike back to camp proud that we finally conquered the sand dune. But as we hiked up that tall sand hill I had said that I didn’t see the three red nuclear chimneys. It’s not a nuclear power plant we don’t think, but there is a huge structure of some type with these three giant pipes that stick in the air which can be seen from camp. It’s a significant land mark because the sand dune winds lengthwise past those red chimneys and the end of the dunes is past the landmark. So we all stopped and looked at each other slowing realizing that we didn’t actually pass the landmark, at least we didn’t see it because of the fog. We figured that if the nuclear chimneys were to our right side, that means we made it to the end of the sand dunes, if it was to our left, then we really fucked up somewhere and spent 2 hours walking in a big circle of epic fail. When we got to the top of the first sand hill we saw the red chimneys were to our left way far away still!!! It was incredibly disappointing. And what was funny was that it only took an 45 minutes to walk back.
Walking back us girls were behind again while the boys were way ahead. As we walked up and down the sand hills we saw these little sand plants and sand lizards and come in and out of the sand near the plants. This got us talking about how cool is was that those plants and animals adapted to the sandy environment. Which led into talks about evolution. It wasn’t a deep conversation, they were “normal” girls that I doubt even knew how to spell the word “science” right.
My sister and I ended up being the last two trailing behind because it was already hot and we were exhausted. The other girls conversation got me talking about the evolution of what we called civilization. Civilization as in the mode or condition in which we exist in social order context to one another. It wasn’t a conversation, more like me thinking out loud. But my little sister is intelligent and is very familiar with ONA and Myattian concepts because I teach her. So I was using the word Aeonics and Aeon a lot and my sister asked me what exactly is an Aeon and how does Aeonics work. She finished her demand with the question: “Isn’t an aeon just a long time?”
To me the ONA concept of an Aeon and my grandmother’s concept of a Yug are the same thing. I could have explained an Aeon to my little sister in the same way a Yug was explained to me. But I wanted her to grasp the idea in context to what we call human civilization, so that she can later understand that you can seed a new aeon in such a way that a new kind of human type of ‘civilization’ is born in the future. So using seasons would not capture that aeonic essence of change on human terms I wanted to convey. I ended up using the fog as an analogy.
An Aeon – I explained – is like the fog we went through. Like fog, an Aeon is a “thing” that is not causal in make up. It is like an “acausal” fog that rolls over the earth. It has nothing to do with time or a span of time in and of itself. Just as fog in and of itself has nothing to do with time. But we can say that if we stood still at the beginning point of a vast cloud of fog until the end point, that a span of time would go by also. The Time and Fog are two different phenomena. Just as we are influenced and affected by the fog – in getting wet, in losing our sense of direction – an Aeon or Acausal-Fog also influences and affects those humans inside its fog. But Aeons are like fog with different flavours or themes. And so whatever that essential flavour of that Aeonic-Fog is, gradually influences the people inside of its mist to act on that theme or express that them causally. In the same way that a season like winter has a thematic essence or quality to it, which affects us and causes us to act, behave, and do thing in the spirit of winter. Like snuggle, roast chest nuts, nostalgically remember past Christmases, think of the smell of pine, stand in long lines to shop for toys, wrap gifts, hunt for holly and mistletoe, prepare feasts, and be with family.
And so in the same way the flavour of an Aeon also influences and affects the people inside it as it rolls by and across the earth like a big acausal garden slug, affecting everybody wet with its slime. So we had in our ancient history an Aeon that slowly rolled by with the Thematic Essence of cyclopean architectural construction. And we can clearly see that the epicenter of this ancient Aeon may have begun in ancient Egypt. So as it rolled by people became influenced by its Thematic Essence and as the acausal fog gets thicker the frenzy to build gigantic stone temples and structures became more fervent. Just as we in the fog got wetter the thicker the fog was. And you can see as this ancient Aeon slithered its way across the earth around the equatorial zone that every unrelated group of humans inside its mist were infected with the Thematic Essence and built what seems to be useless stone structures and pyramids. Have you ever wondered why the great pyramids and cyclopean structures are all found within the Tropics of Capricorn and Cancer, most near the Equator? From the cyclopean stone structures of Machu Pichu and Cusco, to the Pyramids of the Maya and Egyptians to the Angkor Complex in Southeast Asian, they all use the same “technology” of setting stone together, all have similar characteristics, and all are found a distance away from the Equator.
How does that happen? How do a vast group of unrelated people separated by vast amounts of land and ocean and time, all end up not only engaging in building massive stone structures, but also in the same general area around the Equator? Where did that ‘technology” and science of hewing stone, engineering, lifting them and stacking them come from? If it is said that such knowledge comes to random primitive scientist as an inspiration, then where did that idea come from? If it is said that such wisdom of stone craft came from refining of building stone structures then where did the art of building stone structures like that comes from in the first place? What first sparked a group of humans in different times and places to dedicate their entire empire’s wealth into a transgenerational Bridge To Nowhere that would end up bankrupting and destroying their empires? Why? Not a single one of these ancient empires lasted long in tact after the completion of their structures. The Incan empire fell. The Mayan empire fell. Ancient Egypt didn’t last. The Angkorian civilization fell because the kings spent all their money digging crazy expanses of canal systems around Tonle Sap to transport stone to the building site. It’s completely irrational that a civilization would feverishly build these things until their empires fell to bankruptcy.
Then there is the most recent Aeon that rolled over the earth. This Aeon had its epicenter somewhere Europe, around the France and British Isles region. Like a fog that slowly creeps, that Aeon crept into this area first gradually infecting people with its Thematic Essence. The Europeans in that Aeonic-Fog became restless spiritually, religiously, socially, and politically. All of a “sudden” these Protestants, Huguenots, Humanists, Deists, and political ideas like the Parliamentarians cropped up from the death grip of a cold dark age.
Then a couple hundred years later that Aeonic-Fog thickened and rolled across the Atlantic and revolution broke out. It first started with Oliver Cromwell and his fight. Then the fever spread in the colonies and George Washington and his men manifested the first republic of the New World. And that fever spread from one group of people to the next. The French became a republic, Mexico followed, Simon Bolivar and his men made republics out of South America. And that Aeonic-Fog ended up enveloping the entire earth with the Thematic Essence of self government and self determinism, and one by one every old world kingdom and theocracy fell to the Aeon of Democracy. Where did all that civil war and blood shed come from? How is it that the same humans who once were content with kings and priests could eventually gain the brain capacity to understand intuitively that they can govern themselves? We can see this 300-400 year old Acausal-Fog has changed the entire face of the earth and humanity as it rolls slowly by.
Now we’re getting to that period when the earth is nearing the tail end of this cosmic slug. The fever pitch is high. The level of irrationality is high like old days. As when empires spent all of their man power and ancestral wealth to feverishly construct pointless structures. Now our republics – the product of this Aeon – are feverishly spending money they don’t have to fund pointless wars and military campaigns. The debt for some nations like the US is so ridiculous that it will never be paid off. The only way out of the Game for a future generation is Collapse. Like how the empires of an ancient Aeon collapsed at the end of their Aeon.
And these republics of ours started up so “fast” in this Aeon that they were built on faulty untested ground. The untested ground of oil and the untested ground of Capitalism. We build our republics as if believing crude oil is inexhaustible. The foundation of our republics is built on oil. Our energy, our plastics, our technology, our machines for farming, there is nothing about an aspect of our modern life that is not in some way dependent on oil. What happens to a civilization which has built itself on oil if that oil runs out?
And our Republic’s economic circulatory system runs on untested Capitalist ideology and practice. This idea of capitalism for the sake of capitalism, exploitation of natural resources for the sake of corporate wealth and power, exploitation of people’s lives for the sake of corporate wealth and power, lobbyism and the influence of politics and government for the sake of corporate wealth and power. What happens to a civilization which has built itself on such a capitalist weltanschauung, when the people can’t take any more? When the earth has no more to give? When the pointless accumulation of money has finally become evidently pointless on a collective human scale?
Yet just like the fog we may find ourselves in, the Fog of this Aeon of Democracy is so thick and pervasive that its hard for most of us to see 3 feet ahead of us. Most people today have no real intuitive sense of a future moment when their future progeny will exist. The future goes only so far as money can travel. Which means to a vast majority the future means going to the mall next week to buy the latest junk. Which means on a larger scale that colonizing the ocean, moon, and space, is not the future because it’s a waste of money and manpower. Such money and manpower is better spent on wars in the Middle East. To save the dying republics from terrorism and to squander what is left of oil to prop up a behemoth of oil and capital, for the sake of making trinkets to sell to a market in need of plasma screen TV’s and more asphalt for the more new car models to come out in the “real” future: the tomorrow you have to look forward to when you spend your money the corporate system gave you on crap the same corporate system made for you.
But now, there are some of us that are more intuitive, more empathetic to the pulse of Nature and the Flow of the Acausal. Such people can now begin to sense that something is not right with everything. That some sort of change is in the air. Like how some of us who love rain like me can smell rain in the air and know that it will soon rain. Some of us can feel inside that this Aeon of Democracy is near the end and that our present way of life is dying and struggling to look alive. In the distance some of us can “see” the fog of a new Aeon approaching. And those of us who have a natural ability to feel and sense the acausal with Dark-Empathy can already pick up the Thematic Essence and Nature of the next Aeon. That’s what an Aeon is to me, or how I explained it. It’s something that envelopes the world and influences humanity and through such humans that unseen something manifests causally for a while.
Patterns & Seeding
Picking up patterns I think is innate to animals. I think that natural selection over time “favours” the animal whose brains can pick up patterns. If a duck lacks the ability to recognize the pattern of autumn and approaching winter, they’d die. If bug that depend on camouflage can’t recognize patterns then they’d get eaten and they wouldn’t have camouflage in the first place. If squirrels can’t learn the pattern of nuts growing and falling and trees dying seasonally, then they wouldn’t bother collecting nuts. And by patterns I mean that if you see a red stripe and then a white stripe, and then a red one, that you can predict that the next stripe may be a white one. Or if you see number sequences like 1, 3, 6, 10, 15, 21, X, you may be able to predict what X is. Natural occurring patterns also. Like if you see the fish come to eat small sea life that come out due to a full moon, that the next full moon, you can predict that the same fish will come. As when a bear eats salmon in a river in spring, when after she hibernates in winter and spring comes, she may predict that the same fish will be in the same river.
And so because I have lived through many springs, if it was winter I can with a certain amount of confidence predict or prophecy for you what the future coming spring and its patterns will look like. The land will become green again, animals will mate, fish will spawn, deserts will bloom, fields of cherry blossoms in Japan will turn a pretty pink, you’ll pack up your winter clothes, arctic snow bunnies will shed their white fur for their brown fur, and farmers will plow their fields; when you see these things, then ye shall know that spring has come. And when this all happens you’ll say to me: “Wow Chloe, that’s so magickal, how did you do that?!” No it’s not magickal. You’re just stupid because this same spring happened last year! And every spring time the same patterns occur!
It’s the same way with Aeons. I’ve never lived through the beginning and end of an Aeon, so I can’t say for sure what the next Aeon will look like as far as its patterning goes. But its all fractal. There are big Aeons and mini-aeons. Like big fog that envelopes a while island, and little fig that just covers a tip of a mountain. Little Aeonic-Fog comes and goes more frequently and the patterns are the same if you pay attention. For instance the miniature Aeon that enveloped China beginning in the 11th century. It was one of those old Empire Acausal-Fogs that swept across Mongolia. All of a sudden some backwards tribe just one day almost literally became an super organized military machine. Then these Mongols were infected with some bizarre Imperial Conquest fever. As the Acausal-Fog got thicker and covered more area, the Mongols got more restless of what land they had and conquered more. Until they nearly owned the entire known world at the time. Then the fog dissipated and that whole area just fell flat into chaos as fast as it all started. But when you look closely at the patterns of such empires from beginning to end, and you look back and study the fever that Alexander the Great caught and the fever that the Incas caught you begin to notice that such empires develops in the frame of time in recognizable patterns.
So the next time one of these Empire building Fogs infects and influences a group of people and you see the beginning patterns emerge, you can predict what will happen. And its in the ability to recognize patterns and being able to predict the interactions of patterns that allows for Seeding a new Aeon in a future time.
Seeding an Aeon is a deceptive phrase. You really can’t control an Aeon or give birth to one from a seed. No more then a farmer can control or give birth to spring. No more then the science of aerodynamics has any control over air and gravity. But it’s in recognizing patterns and knowing how air and gravity works that allows a farmer or NASA to work in harmony with spring and gravity. In such a way that a farmer working in harmony with spring can seed spring with his crops and allow that season to take care of the rest of the work. And from learning to make wings on crafts and packing them with rockets, we’ve been to the moon and back.
If we were farmers, and you one day started plowing your fields in the middle of autumn and planting your crops, you know how stupid you would look to me, and how much of your wealth you’d lose when winter came? I’ve always thought it was fascinating how every time Halloween comes there’s always a large supply of pumpkins. And when Christmas comes around, there is always a supply of Christmas trees. I didn’t know how that worked out, even during high school. I remember this one time when I was in my high school years my parents were driving us up north to visit relatives in Tacoma Washington and Vancouver Canada. And as we were driving through Northern California we in open land and to my right I saw a large field of Christmas trees in the thousand inside a fenced area that were 4 feet tall or something. It was just a farm of little Christmas trees. And I remember saying to myself in my head: “What a wack farmer, who the hell grows Christmas in the middle of summer and why!?” But I later figured out that you have to grow the trees before Christmas season. Which was a fascinating part because those farmers knew the growth pattern of those pine tress and were able to know exactly when to plant those trees to have them the right size for Christmas, to eventually financially benefit from it all.
So that’s how you seed an Aeon also. You recognize patterns or emerging patterns and learn to work in harmony with the emerging patterns. For example the Seeding that took place in the early stages of this current Aeon of the Republics There was first the emerging pattern of religious unrest and a dislike for the Popes in the Vatican selling Indulgence. The general public had become disgusted with the Catholic Church, so the Protestant Reformation began to take place. Then some where and some when during that religious paradigm shift of whole nations some clever person or group of persons quietly drew in the support of kings and politicians by planting the Seeds/Memes of: “The King is also the Head of his Church.” Because what king not only wants to be free from being subordinate to a Pope, but be his own Head of his own church and be king at the same time! What a deal. Then so when the northern Kingdoms of Europe solidified into protestant Kingdoms, the Seeds planted in the early stage grew so that you had kingdoms where the Monarch was also the Head of his own Church.
Or even more crazier and influential to this current Aeon happened in America. The British Colonies were already unhappy that they were getting taxed yet had no real representation back home in England. Not only did a group of people take full advantage of that emerging pattern to feed the flames for a revolution, but this group of people started planting bizarre ideological Seeds never heard of before like “Equality,” “Liberty,” “Rights,” “Freedom of Speech,” and “Freedom of Worship.” back then during the revolution these Seeds may have been nothing more then rhetorical devices put together to cause people to fight for something.
Back then those Seeds may have only been speculative and ideological in essence. But 300 years later after this American species of civilization has solidified and matured, not only did those Seeds planted long ago matured into a real way of life, but those same Seeds once planted has literally become the “spirit” of this Aeon of Democracy. To such an extant that the United nations would adopt them and now globally on a real collective level of humanity, every person on earth wants those same simple things. What may have started off as revolutionary rhetoric to inspire the mass to fight, and what were once ideological beliefs, has today become the very spirit of this current Aeon. And it all started as intangible memetic Seeds planted by opportunists who recognized the emerging patterns of a New Aeon/”Order,” as in Novus Ordo Seclorum. Novus meaning New. Ordo/Order being a coherent structure or pattern of something. Saeculorum/Seclorum meaning a “Generation,” or “Age.”
So this is how I understand what an Aeon is and how Aeons and Yugs work in influencing large groups of people. It is like my grandmother and uncle explains like a Cosmic Season. And Seasons each have their own theme, qualities, and characteristics. We cannot own or control an Aeon and we can’t “give birth” to one out of some womb, no more than we can give birth to a new kind of season. Be we can learn to work in harmony with the patterns of Aeons to our advantage. If we first know what we are looking at and if we have the ability to intuit with Dark-Empathy what the patterns are in the first place.
What is the general – almost universal – end pattern of our current Aeon? It doesn’t matter what ancient culture you go to. You’ll uncover the same answer. The Incas have the concept of the 5 Suns. The ancient Brahmans had the concept of the 4 Yugas, this being the declining and degenerate Kali Yuga. The ancient indigenous Buddhists of Southeast Asia have the concept of the 5 Buddhas. The ancient West had concepts like the Golden Age of Saturn, and the gradual degeneration of that age from gold to lesser metal. Doesn’t matter what ancient culture you go to. You’ll discover that this period of time we are living in is the end of some sort of Cycle which will end bad somehow. Maybe not bad as in the sun going cold, or rocks falling from space, or something. But on the level of being human and living in these things called Nation-States, things will be apocalyptic. As apocalyptic as it may have been for those olden Europeans who lived in a Catholic Christendom who witnessed the fall of their “world” tumble down around them.
If we recognize the emerging patterns now, and if we can think ahead to a near future when oil will run out and capitalism will collapse can we discern the future fall of human civilization? And if we we can prophetically predict such a future pattern emerging, knowing that from the ashes of the old will emerge a new Aeon, then what Seeds do we plant today to help? Do we plants Seeds that help stabilize politics and the economy, or do we as subversive Niners, plants Seeds that will help push human civilization off the proverbial cliff, toward which it is speeding anyways. And if we can Empath the Essence of the future Aeon to slither itself over us, can we plant Seeds today like farmers sowing seeds, in such a way that what we plant today will bare constructive fruit 500-1000 years from now?
And these ancient traditions in many cultures have left us big glaring clews as to what the next “Thing” is going to look like, because as they say Kalapas are cyclical like a spinning water wheel. It’s a matter of learning to recognize the miniature fractal patterns of history then bringing that pattern up to an Aeonic level. We know on a miniature scale that in the last days of the Roman Empire the ruling class spent all of their ancestral wealth. They essentially went bankrupt from over spending. Which was a big deal because not only was the empire built on slave labour, but the empire was also hugely vast. It requires money to maintain a military that can keep such a sized empire together. And it takes money to pay enforcers to keep the slaves from revolting.
The fall of Rome was slow at first. We can see from history that it starts with the disruption of Roman culture by an influx of illegal immigrants [Germanic Tribes] who really never fully matriculated as Roman citizens. So that’s the pattern of the decadence or degradation of an established Culture which is now threatened by an “uncooprating” Other Culture. These Germanic illegal aliens also formed these tribal gangs which often broke Roam laws. So that was this stage of when the coherency of Roman social order began to be fractured. The Germanic gangs were breaching the Empire and not matriculating and causing problems/crime. So that is the pattern of decadence in law, meaning crime and the increase in crime. Then you had the inside aspect which is the wealth and ruling class just spending the empire’s money recklessly. So that’s the pattern of decadence in morals and decadence in political and economic matters.
And so the less money the Empire had, the more lawless people became and the less military force the empire had to defend its territory. Which open the door for the next stage of the fall, which was when larger bands of Germanic peoples began moving as an amassed military force into the Empire to take chucks of land out of it. Which was the period of time when hell broke loose in the Empire. The hell that broke was a slow loosening. Different sections of the former empire spiraled into chaos. Until a hundred or so years pass and the Empire was all gone. For a while Europe was a big mess. The brains and the skilled of the old empire spread and gave their knowledge and work to war lords or the new kingdoms. The artists, craftsmen, and professionals also found new patrons to work for. And such people seeded such new kingdoms with vital practical wisdom. So this is the pattern of reconfiguration or rebuilding something new. The chaos dies out though, and the new start up kingdoms prospers. People are happy and generally content. This trend peaks up and climaxes as the Renaissance which was that miniature Aeon’s most fruitful point when all these new ideas, new art, new music, new sciences, new things flooded the human world. Like the miniature Aeon was a tree that had grown big and bore ripe fruit. But fruit trees die and the Seeds that fall germinate into new trees.
If we take those little patterns and look for them in this current global Aeon we are in, we’ll be able to generally estimate where in the cycle of the Aeon we are in and what we can generally expect to happen in the near future. Just like the once wealthy and powerful Roman Empire, the wealthy and powerful Europe and America are being breached by an influx of illegal immigrants who come with their own Cultures and many refuse to matriculate. So that’s the first pattern. Then we have the hugely obvious problem of ridiculous debt and reckless spending. The US is in debt, and the EU member nations one by one are spiraling into economic and financial crisis. That’s another pattern. Yet despite the huge debt, America and Europe and other Magian states are spending huge amounts of money on pointless things like wars in the Middle East. Then in the inner home front something is happening which no politician ever talks about or recognizes: our slums and ghettos aren’t going away, they are getting bigger. This has an effect on crime rate and social or civil decadence/unrest. Which is another pattern or sign.
So we can guestimate from those signs that this Aeon of Democracy is nearing its end. This Aeon has already peaked for us when we went through that “renaissance” of technology called the Industrial Revolution and Empirical Science which constructively did change the world and our species. We can assume that at least America is spiraling downwards and will eventually fall apart. Its land taken chuck by chunk by the most organized and coherent groups of people that can defend and protect what territories they carve out. This would be the apocalyptic period of chaos we hear about. Then from there a new way of life influenced by the new Aeon will begin to emerge. And we already know what the next Aeon is: the Cosmic Season at the very beginning of the cycle. What the ancient Greeks called the Golden Age of Chronos.
In Theradava after the chaos the 5th Buddha Sey-Ah Mitrey will be born and “re-presence” Dhamma in the world. This is interesting because its considered that people don’t have Dhamma or know what Dhamma is in this current Yug. How we live now is the opposite of Dhamma, or the absence of Dhamma. Dhamma here meaning the Way/Law of Natural Phenomena. The Flow of Nature. Knowing what Dhamma is and repeating a Buddhist teaching to yourself isn’t the Natural behaviour of living in connective/empathic harmony with Dhamma.
Up north the Indigenous Chinese would call Dhamma: Tao. Tao is the Way of things. Tao is the effortless flow of things. And it is that Effortless Way which we have lost in this Yug/Aeon. Like the effortless way of natural ethics, lost to arbitrary abstract constructs of moral behaviour. It is effortless for me to want to live and devote myself to my family. It requires effort to reject my family and tell myself I am my own person and that I should live on my own and do my own thing. You see on is effortless like letting go of the side of a river and just flowing with the Tao. The other way is resisting the Tao’s flow as if one were standing firmly fixed in one spot facing the flow.
It is effortless for me to like a person after I have gotten to know them and want to hang out with them. It takes effort for me to tell myself: Oh but they are Christians and I am a whatever. Oh by he’s black and he’ll rob me in an alley. Oh but she’s white and will enslave me if given the chance. Oh but they don’t believe the same rational sets of opinions I have.
It’s effortless for a mother to love and go so far as to lay her life down for her children. It is an effort for a mother to kill and drown her 3 year old children and party the next day. It is effortless for a father or any person to be disgusted inside to think of sexually abusing children. It is a sick effort to abuse children. It is effortless to mind your own business and your own folk. It takes effort to be a shit kicker and war in the Middle East, and it takes some imagination to paint what you do in the Middle East to look pretty and nice.
It has nothing to do with what has come to be known as morals and ethics. We’ve just lost conscious touch of the Tao/Dhamma. We are out of sink with the the Way of Things. We are no longer in harmony to the Effortless Flow of the Way. No longer in that Natural state of Letting-Be. In Taoist wording we have lost awareness of our Original Nature. The Original Nature we were born with as children. As Mother nature made us. I don’t here mean effortless as in the absence of force like to just give up trying to do things in life. Effortless as in that animals don’t have to try to be animals. It’s just how Nature made them and they flow with that Nature. Someone once said: Lest ye be as little children, ye shall not enter the kingdom of heaven. Which also captures the essence. As children we have an effortless way of being. Neither moral or immoral. They aren’t perfect angels, they can be little demons too. They effortless love, and effortlessly hate. But that hate is directed at real people doing real things to them to cause that hate. As grown ups we can effortfully indoctrinate ourselves to hate and kill entire races and people we have never met. As adults we don’t have that natural state of amorality. We gravitate to one of two extremes. Either extreme morality or extreme immorality, which all is an effortful act.
The Greeks and ancient Romans had the idea of the Golden Age of Man. It’s said that the Golden Age was the first age of our species on earth. During which time we were giants in size. Chronos or Saturn ruled the heaven as the father of the Golden Age. The old legends says that in that ages mankind did not have to work because the earth gave up her bounty to meet the needs of everyone. People at that time lived not against Nature, but in harmony to her as a living aspect of Nature. There was no war, because there was really nothing to fight for. No states, no ideological differences. Just mankind and Nature. But great Saturn was dethroned, and paradise was lost.
It was said that during that time that Saturn was the Sun to the earth. And that when Saturn was dethroned he lost his fire and became black. And so not just in Greek mythos and alchemical texts but as well as in ancient Brahminical Sanskrit Saturn is equated with the color black, with darkness, and often referred to as the Black Sun. The prophecy goes that after the fall of the last age, that the Golden Age will return, and Saturn will once again sit on the throne of heaven to be Father of a new race living at one with Nature.
I don’t know if prophecies of a new age like these like those the Sybil is said to have given will ever come to pass. But a part of me that understands seasons, and Aeons, Yugs, and the longevity of ancestral oral traditions, believe that as a species we have been around on the earth for perhaps a few aeonic cycles for our ancestors to have passed legends and stories down to us today. We as a species have been around for at least 200,000 years. I cannot rationally believe that for 99% of that time our ancestors were stupid apes without language or oral traditions or culture. That they were so ignorant of the sun, moon, stars, and seasons, that they never notices anything out of the ordinary. That they never formed kingdoms buried some where in forgotten places like beneath the sands of the Sahara. That they were to ignorant to understand why their kingdoms fell.
I think it is hubris in nature to believe that we today are the only ones that “truly” have any understanding of anything and the universe. We today whose minds and awareness are so enthralled by the entertainment industry, who get so worked up about what some celebrity is wearing, that we can’t even name 10 stars in the sky. The idea that such hubris modern people who can’t even name 10 stars or point to three constellations, could believe ourselves to be more full of practical wisdom than a people of ancient times like the Polynesians who sailed the ocean guided only by their ancestral wisdom of stars so that they populate every island from Hawaii to New Zealand. Or better than a people who had the wisdom of erecting three great pyramids using massive blocks of stone, all without modern cranes. Or the hubris of some of our scientists who think they are so smart and know so much truth about the universe because of their math, and the black holes, and their big bang. When in many cases what we today are discovering have been known in the past somehow by a groups of people without modern technology or quantum mechanic or fancy-pantsy math.
I tend to agree with Graham Hancock when he said once that as a species, it is as if we are suffering amnesia. There is a vast expanse of our past human history that we have lost. Or at least some of us have. Others that come from living ancient culture and traditions have oral traditions pasted down from one generation to the next. These oral traditions comes down to us as legends and mythos, changed over time, but the essence is still there. Think about the great amount of time it takes for a great procession of the equinoxes to happen. About 25,000 years to complete a full cycle. And amazingly, if you look hard enough in old cultures, stone monuments left behind, and pay close attention to legends and mythos of living cultures and their ancestral traditions, you’ll encounter signs and clews that suggests that many people and cultures have existed in tact in some form for at least one cycle to be able to speak of this cycle in the first place. Sadly this extreme scientifical rationalism of today is killing off these ancestral legends and oral traditions and replacing them with “real” knowledge like scientific crap such as time travel, worm hole technology, tachyon speed, antigravity engines, nano black holes, dark matter, dark energy, 10 or 11 dimensions, string theory, membrane theory, and the like.
Conclusion
I’m not even sure if I’m on topic anymore. When I’m in the “Zone” of inspiration, I just blank my mind in half where I’m partly aware of writing, and partly black minded, and I just type and peck away at my keyboard. It amazes me sometimes read back to notice that sometimes what I wrote all flows together.
I’ve always been fascinated with Time. I love to keep little gardens of fast growing plants that make seeds. I grow watermelon and my favorite plant: Red Amaranth. I love watching them grow from a seed, bare fruit or make seeds and die. Then I plant the seeds and watch the next generation go through the same cycle. Red Amaranth is great to grow because they grow like weeds. They start off small and they have these dark red leave. Then they grow into this huge red thing that taller then you. My mom makes stew from the leaves. It’s just something about seeing generations pass that fascinates me. And as I get older and creep into that age where I’m starting to think about having children of my own, I am slowly starting to become my own source of fascination.
It’s the idea that I will pass living people out of my body who will have their own children living in some future time and “world” that fascinates me. And the thought that I have an influence on them and those the world around them in their future time frame is even more fascinating. That’s if I do this right and be conservative about culture and tradition. My own culture and tradition would not have come this far in tact if past generations were liberal and allowed their children to just live how they want and pick their own beliefs and way of life. There is a need for Order if an Aeon is to be Seeded, and if those seeds are to be nurtured right.
Think about it, Communism as a living political entity started off in the early 1800′s as an idea of socialism. That idea was nurtured inside clubs and secret societies beneath the awareness of the mundane public. One generation of socialists with their vision for a future passing their culture and Seeds down to the next unmolested. Then when opportunity came, they pulled the right strings, cloaked themselves, shapeshifted right to manipulate the chaotic mass to fight their revolution. Then we have the first socialist state in 1917 was it? That took 100 years of nurturing ideas, planning, staying in secret away from the majority of mundane society, and conservative passing down of culture, mythos, and vision. 100 years from the causal birth of the ONA is 2072AD. If nurtured right by the right kinds of people, what would the ONA be able to manifest? The Old Guards in the past during the 90′s like DM has already shown us that ONA sinister dialectics and strategy like Sinister Cloaking and shencing can and has worked in a limited sense in England. Limited only by the number of nexions.
I think one of the reasons why I like the ONA and the Myattian Triad so much is because it is different from most other Western systems-things. DM certainly gave his creation it uniqueness. But there are aspects of the ONA that I recognize from my own indigenous Tradition. I don’t have to force my self to accept and understand what things like Wyrd, Causal, Acausal, Causal Forms, Essence, Aeonic Insight, Acausal Knowing, and Aeonic Magick is. These are things with similar yet not exactly the same ideas as I would see in Theravada. But the ONA goes one step further from Buddhism. Buddhism tries to explain some of these things, but it stops short of providing you practical methodologies to apply in life to manifest results you desire. Buddhism mentions cyclical time and yugas and all that good stuff, but unlike the ONA it fails to present a practical means for the Buddhist to make use of it. You have to extrapolate the extra insights of practical use. Other wise all that dhamma of kamma and cause and effect etc, end up becoming beliefs in phenomena for the sake of believing in such phenomena.
It’s like I were to say: “Buddhism is so cool, I know about causal mechanics.” Then you say: “So what, what practical shit have you manifested with that knowledge?” Nothing, because Buddhism stops short of explaining the how in real world practical terms. So with the ONA and other Myattian ideas, I can look back at Buddhism and say to myself: “Oh, that’s How you do it and why.”
The other thing I really like about ONA is its concept of Aeonics and the fact that it gives a certain amount of importance to the idea of Time, Aeons, and utilizing the flow of Time and Aeons for an advantage of some kind. It thinks far ahead on a practical level in other words. No other institution I have personally come across has this. Not the way I’ve tried to describe it here. I know other traditions have ideas like kalpas and yugas and ages. But what do they do with those ideas on a practical level? Whereas the ONA has taken the idea of Aeons, causal mechanics, and sinister dialectics and turned it all into a workable science of manipulating Time and the future in a practical way. The only way I can explain this is concept is like when you have one of those spongie toys? You know what I’m talking? You get them from those 25 cent machines. They come in little pills and you put them in a 2 liter bottle of water and they slowly grow into a big animal thing. Time is like a river. I put those spongie toy pills into the river where I am standing with the intent of having those things grow into their full form way down stream which represents my future, to influence that future. That’s Aeonics. At least how I understand it. You don’t control anything, not the river, or the spongie toys. You just put one into the other, and the nature of Time and the nature of those spongie toys will naturally do the rest of the work.
I’ll be around 90 years old in the year 2072. I think that’s amazing. Even if I am the last Niner on earth, if I just kept doing what I am doing with the ONA until I am 90, the ONA would have made it through me into the future. I’d know how to shapeshift it to be relevant to the generations of that period. 2072 is only 30 years from the year 2100! My very own grandchildren will be alive in that future, and my own great grand children would be teenagers in that era. But you might ask: “Why do you want to get the ONA into the future so bad?” It’s because of everything I tried to speak about in this essay. The change of Time. The direction our nation-states are going into. The fact that no institution out there presences things in a no bull shit fashion like the ONA. ONA calls things like they are. Mundanes are mundane. Magian is magian. Law is arbitrary. Culling is sometimes necessary. The sacred cow of the Nation-State is an illusion and mind-parasite. ONA is the only institution of its kind that also offers practical methods of application to its Dark Arts/Science. Its a great mixture of workable practical wisdom, mythos, and speculative reasoning.
ONA presents things in a No Bullshit manner. For example how many times have we in the Satanic Subculture and counter-culture world heard the cliché “religions are tools of control.” And you’ll see many mundane Satanist repeat this like it means shit to them. Like they just found buried treasure and have become enlightened. But what the fuck are you doing with your brain inside a religion called Satanism then? Why is your Satanism controlling you then? Have you seen those mundane Satanists completely under the spell of their Satanism where they dress all spooky, shave their heads like LaVey, act like a wannabe LaVey, start their online LaVey wannabe cults and prance around their 5 active user like hot shot messiah of Satanism, and act like Satanism is the only true way and answer? The fuck happened to you? Satanism didn’t do shit for you. And these same idiots that parrot that cliché can’t get themselves to understand how somebody like DM can be in more than one religion, doing the controlling [of the religion's memes] rather than being controlled. If religions are tools, don’t you use the fucking tools?! Doesn’t that make you a Tool if you are used by a religion? Especially if you parrot that cliché.
But ONA comes along and we present our shit in a No BS manner. Our Traditional Satanism isn’t the answer to the cosmos, like some special locker combination that unlock the secret Truth of the universe. It’s just a Causal Form we say. If you like that outer form, cool, knock your self out with it. Chant yourself into a frenzy for Satan. If not there are plenty of other forms to use: Drecc, Niner, Balobian, or make your own. They are all just Tool. We know they are Tools, and in a No BS manner we treat them as Tool.
I want my children and descendants in the future to have access to that No Bullshit way of the ONA. I want them to know what a State is minus the delusional bullshit. I want them to see law and order for what they are, minus the bullshit. I want them to understand Nature and their own human Nature minus the bullshit. That they are human and there is nothing wrong with them. There is nothing wrong with anything that is humanly natural like killing. It happens and sometimes its necessary for protection and otherwise. That there is nothing wrong with mother Nature. She is as she should be. And because of how she is, we all are here. Nature is beyond our petty human valuations and judgments we may pass on Her. Because she was here first, and its because of how She is that we evolved into existence. There is nothing wrong with the tooth and claw, the war and bloodshed.
I want them to see Time as Time is beyond the face of a watch. So they can understand that they are not just passive passengers of the flow of causal and effect and Time. But that they can take an active part in becoming partners with the process of creation manifesting itself. Because they are that same creation in bodily form who are living parts of the greater field of creation. I want them to understand that they are a nexion or point of convergence between an unseen world [acausal] and the causal world through which the very Cosmos which they are manifests and self-creates itself. I want them to have distant goals and to learn to aeonically reach for them. I want them to understand that they have a way out of this National Prison. It’s not an easy way out. But they way out can be lost in a pile of abstract bullshit. The ONA cuts through all that BS and offers practical knowledge on how to get things done by living in harmony with their folk and Nature.
I would like for my own future children to join me in this ONA Relay Race so I can pass my flag to them. I’d love to see them run with it and shapeshift it into something that is their own thing for their own Time frame. I’ll never live long enough to see this Relay race end. But If I live just 90 years and have just one child in this Relay Race, I’ll know that the ONA will have a nexion to manifest through in the year 2100. Which is not the goal, but certainly much closer to the end Goal. This is if technology still exists in that future. If not, if nations collapse in that time, then the ONA will have the practical means to teach them to Thernn, Tribalize, focus their energy on family, clan, and close companions, and be the cultural Seeds of a new Aeon.
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