savourcervixe.

50.

Wed, 25 Oct 2006 14:47:48 GMT

Men come forth and live; they enter again and die.

Of every ten, three are ministers of life to themselves; and three are ministers of death.

There are also three in every ten whose aim is to live, but whose movements tend to the land or place of death. And for what reason? Because of their excessive endeavours to perpetuate life.

But I have heard that he who is skillful in managing the life entrusted to him for a time travels on the land without having to shun rhinoceros or tiger, and enters a host without having to avoid buff coat or sharp weapon. The rhinoceros finds no place in him into which to thrust its horn, nor the tiger a place in which to fix its claws, nor the weapon a place to admit its point. And for what reason? Because there is in him no place of death.

Lao Tze

the fringe

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 19:34:38 GMT

andymoore postscripts:

""there are many things i understand in this world, like my neighbor's dog, dirt on the ground, and the socks on my feet. i don't understand humans at all: people. why they act the way they act, the clothes they choose to wear, the music the try to listen to. i'm just so baffled with what others want from each other that i soon to realize "what am i doing in this place?" why can't i just leave and go to the forest where i probably belong with animals and plants?"

humans are the toughest species to grasp due to intelligience,ignorance, consciousness, unconsciousness. only in nature are we put in check. the earth is a loving place, all creatures on this planet are here for us, humans are here for us.. yet we are not basic creatures. steak, water, and sex should be the only things we have
struggles about acquiring. belief in higher systems are meant to keep our bodies focused on moral ways to acquire steak, water and sex. yet we are ignorant in conflicts that do not achieve anything. one nation we should pick up the people who are struggling to survive. comfort is necessary to give love. arsenals are not created through
comforting arms.

"takers and conformists and wanting to feel wanted. everyone wants to feel wanted. then how come half the world is depressed? that's not hard data, that's just what i conjured up, may be right, i don't know. who really cares. what happened to simple things, like nature? it's just being consumed with technology and growth from people who take. why can't things just be left alone? leavers."

we should recycle ourselves completely and spiritually on impulse. the leaves are changing, but we dont leave things alone. the leaves die. they come back. we kill ourselves to stay alive. this is how we are refreshed. motion intuitions and natural cycles. acting on the earth. computers consume us all. computers are simply answers. people give us so much more. and so much less. focus on worldly things. burn yourself completely.

"being primitive seems weird these days. competing, but respecting is the way to live. most people conform and dress up to seek attention. sure nice looking shirts are nice, but is it really what you want? why do you not wear it years down the road? i've been observing so many things from what people do and how they act around each other. change is a good thing, but sometimes can be taken over a new level, and that can turn into something bad."

pickyness is so apparent in our world today its absurd. people shy from marriages because they have to find the perfect thing. fuck that. people are not perfect, get it through your brains. do it for the kids. and dont fuck it up.

040862

Mon, 16 Oct 2006 08:30:42 GMT

"A man of knowledge is one who has followed truthfully the hardships of learning. A man who has, without rushing or without faltering, gone as far as he can in unraveling the secrets of power and knowledge.

To become a man of knowledge, he must challenge and defeat his four natural enemies. After defeating all of his four natural enemies, a man can call himself a man of knowledge.

Anyone can try to become a man of knowledge; very few men actually succeed, but that is only natural. The enemies a man encounters on the path of learning to become a man of knowledge are truly formidable; most men succumb to them.

To be a man of knowledge has no permanence. One is never a man of knowledge, not really. Rather, one becomes a man of knowledge for a very brief instant, after defeating the four natural enemies.

When a man starts to learn, he is never clear about his objectives. His purpose is faulty; his intent is vague. He hopes for rewards that will never materialize, for he knows nothing of the hardships of learning.

He slowly begins to learn - bit by bit at first, then in big chunks. And his thoughts soon clash. What he learns is never what he pictured, or imagined, and so he begins to be afraid. Learning is never what one expects. Every step of learning is a new task, and the fear the man is experiencing begins to mount mercilessly, unyielding. His purpose becomes a battlefield.

And thus he has stumbled upon the first of his natural enemies: Fear! A terrible enemy - treacherous, and difficult to overcome. It remains concealed at every turn of the way, prowling, waiting. And if the man, terrified in its presence, runs away, his enemy will have put an end to his quest.

If the man runs away in fear he will be a defeated man. His first enemy will have put an end to his cravings.

To overcome fear, he must not run away. He must defy his fear, and in spite of it he must take the next step in learning, and the next, and the next. He must be fully afraid, and yet he must not stop. That is the rule! And a moment will come when his first enemy retreats. The man begins to feel sure of himself. His intent becomes stronger. Learning is no longer a terrifying task.

Once a man has vanquished fear, he is free from it for the rest of his life because, instead of fear, he has acquired clarity - a clarity of mind which erases fear. By then a man knows his desires; he knows how to satisfy those desires. He can anticipate the new steps of learning, and a sharp clarity surrounds everything. The man feels that nothing is concealed.

Thus he has encountered his second enemy: Clarity! That clarity of mind, which is so hard to obtain, dispels fear, but also blinds.

It forces the man never to doubt himself. It gives him the assurance he can do anything he pleases, for he sees clearly into everything. And he is courageous because he is clear, and he stops at nothing because he is clear. But all that is a mistake; it is like something incomplete. If the man yields to this make-believe power, he has succumbed to his second enemy and will fumble with learning. He will rush when he should be patient, or he will be patient when he should rush. He will fumble with learning until he winds up incapable of learning anything more.

A man who is defeated in that way has just been stopped by his second enemy cold from trying to become a man of knowledge; instead, the man may turn into a buoyant warrior, or a clown. He will be clear as long as he lives, but he will no longer learn, or yearn for, anything.

To avoid being defeated, one must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps. He must think that his clarity is almost a mistake. A moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. Thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him anymore. It will be true power.

He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him. But he has also come across his third enemy: Power!

Power is the strongest of all enemies. Naturally the easiest thing to do is to give in; after all, the man is truly invincible. He commands; he begins by taking calculated risks, and ends in making rules, because he is a master.

A man at this stage hardly notices his third enemy closing in on him. And suddenly, without knowing, he will certainly have lost the battle. His enemy will have turned him into a cruel, capricious man.

He will never lose his clarity or his power.
A man who is defeated by power dies without really knowing how to handle it. Power is only a burden upon his fate. Such a man has no command over himself, and cannot tell when or how to use his power.

The defeat by any of these enemies is final. Once one of these enemies overpowers a man there is nothing he can do. Once a man gives in to power he is through.

If a man is temporarily blinded by power, and then refuses it, then the battle is still on. He is still trying to become a man of knowledge. A man is defeated only when he no longer tries, and abandons himself.

If he gives in to fear he will never conquer it, because he will shy away from learning and never try again. If he tries to learn for years in the midst of his fear, he will eventually conquer it because he will never have really abandoned himself to it.

To defeat his third enemy, he has to deliberately defy it. He has to come to realize the power he has seemingly conquered is in reality never his. He must keep himself in line at all times, handling carefully and faithfully all that he has learned. If he can see that clarity and power, without his control over himself, are worse than mistakes, he will reach a point where everything is held in check. He will know then when and how to use his power. And thus he will have defeated his third enemy.

Almost without warning the man at the end of the journey of learning will come upon the last of his enemies: Old age! This enemy is the cruelest of all, the one he won't be able to defeat completely, but only fight away.

This is the time when a man has no more fears, no more impatient clarity of mind - a time when all his power is in check, but also the time when he was an unyielding desire to rest. If he gives in totally to his desire to lie down and forget, if he soothes himself in tiredness, he will have lost his last round, and his enemy will cut him down into a feeble old creature. His desire to retreat will overrule all his clarity, his power, and his knowledge.

But if the man sloughs off his tiredness, and lives his fate through, he can then be called a man of knowledge, if only for the brief moment when he succeeds in fighting off his last, invincible enemy. That moment of clarity, power, and knowledge is enough."

3

Sat, 14 Oct 2006 19:58:29 GMT

"She distorts men. She gives them a taste of power too soon without fortifying their hearts and makes them too domineering and unpredictable. She makes them weak in the middle of their great power.

The third head is in the flowers, and it is used to turn people crazy, or to make them obedient, or to kill them.

The devil's hard with her proteges, because she aims to kill them fast, a thing she ordinarily accomplishes before they can arrive at the secrets of the 'sober head.' There are, however, tales about men who have unraveled the secrets of the sober head. What a challenge for a man of knowledge!

He said names were reserved to be used only when one was calling for help, in moments of great stress and need, and he assured me that such moments happen sooner or later in the life of whoever seeks knowledge.

As he pounded he sang an unintelligible chant, very softly and monotonously.

I told him I was seeing everything in red. All I was seeing was a huge red spot in front of my eyes. The sensation of being submerged in a deep red persisted all night. I even had dreams in red. I had slept almost two days.

Those who see red do not vomit, and the root gives them an effect of pleasure, which means they are strong and of violent nature. That is the way she entices. The only bad point is that men end up as slaves to the devil's weed in return for the power she gives them.
Man lives only to learn.

In a diluted form it is good for all the matters of manhood, old people who have lost their vigor, or young men who are seeking adventures, or even women who want passion.

The man who wants his vigor back, the young people who seek to endure fatigue and hunger, the man who wants to kill another man, a woman who wants to be in heat-they all desire power.

I feel a strange vigor - it was true. I had noticed it on awakening and I felt it then. It was a very peculiar sensation of discomfort, or frustration; my whole body moved and stretched with unusual lightness and strength. My arms and legs itched. My shoulders seemed to swell; the muscles of my back and neck made me feel like pushing, or rubbing, against trees. I felt I could demolish a wall by ramming it.

I got up and went to the back of the house where I burned up my extra physical energy by clearing away the debris.

I myself do not seek power, and yet at one time, when I was your age, I too felt its swelling inside me. I felt the way you did today, only five hundred times more strongly. I killed a man with a single blow of my arm. I could toss boulders, huge boulders not even twenty men could budge. Once I jumped so high I chopped the top leaves off the highest trees. But it was all for nothing!

It was different when there were people in the world who knew a man could become a mountain lion, or a bird, or that a man could simply fly.

She is a blackbird! The same way I'm a crow. Am I a man or a bird? I'm a man who knows how to become a bird.

No! I'm never angry at anybody! No human being can do anything important enough for that. You get angry at people when you feel that their acts are important. I don't feel that way any longer.

He took my left hand and with a very fast motion separated the middle and fourth fingers as far as he could. Then, with the point of his knife, he stabbed me right in between the two fingers and ripped downward on the skin of the fourth finger. He acted with so much skill and speed that when I jerked my hand away it was deeply cut, and the blood was flowing abundantly. He grabbed my hand again, placed it over the pot, and squeezed it to force more blood out.

You can replant her wherever you want. But she must be cared for and looked after, because she must live so that you will have the power you need. If she dies, it means that she does not want you, and you must not disturb her further. It means you won't have power over her. Therefore, you must care for her, and look after her, so that she will grow. You must not pamper her, though.
Because if it is not her will to grow, it is of no use to entice her. But, on the other hand, you must prove that you care. Keep the worms away and give her water when you visit her. This must be done regularly until she seeds. After the first seeds bud out, we will be sure that she wants you.

Each one must nourish his own shoot. And not until she has seeded can you consider yourself ready for learning.

If a stranger follows you, or sees you, take the shoot and run away to another place. He could cause you unimaginable harm through manipulating the shoot. He could cripple or kill you.

Then take out your image, hold it between the fingers where the flesh wound is, and, standing on the spot where you have buried the glue, touch the shoot lightly with the sharp needle. Circle the shoot four times, stopping each time in the same spot to touch it."