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Post by cortwilliams on Sept 20, 2012 13:43:24 GMT -6
www.vadgemoore.com/writings/monstrous_souls.htmlAn old favorite of mine by Vadge Moore, which presents Lovecraft and the decadent poets Rimbaud and Lautreamont(I'd heartily recommend "Maldoror" by the latter btw)as receivers of sinister qliphothic transmissions. A quote from Rimbaud in the article which I especially like: "The primary study of the man who wishes to be a poet", wrote Rimbaud "is his own knowledge, entirely. He seeks for his soul, inspects, tempts it, instructs it. As soon as he knows it, his duty is its cultivation... the soul must be made monstrous... I say that he must be a voyant, make himself into one. The poet makes himself into a seer by a long, tremendous and reasoned derangement of the senses."-Arthur Rimbaud Hail Satanis! Cort
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Post by sin on Sept 21, 2012 8:19:06 GMT -6
I'd say that specific quote is right on point with many of Gurdjieff's writings about cultivating soul. He may not have necessarily sought to raise it deranged, but some derangement is needed when seeking to disrupt the way we are raised.
CS
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Post by cortwilliams on Sept 27, 2012 9:26:12 GMT -6
Yes, I could see how this quote could apply to any number of ideologies which sought to decondition its adherents(and recondition them perhaps) from the traditional training given by parents, school, culture, etc-The self must be driven far past its traditional comfort-zones, chewed out and spit out by blasphemously hideous wyrm-maws, in order for the fetters of the hylic world of generally accepted reality to be broken. Akin, perhaps, to the initiation of the shaman, whose entire skeleton is said to be removed and replaced by bones made of iron, according to one tradition. The soul must be made monstrous-hmm, well I suppose this is fitting to those who model their path of self-becoming on such a terrifyingly liberated set of exemplars as the Elder Gods. To explore the extremities of the interior self, in all its wonder and horror-Not a task for the feint of heart, I would venture.
Hail Satanis! Cort
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