Positivist Positivism - A rant

2012-09-13 T 13:06 Z-7
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"But the real issue isn’t “God” but all the details behind what a person attaches to that construct. Using “God” as shorthand for meaning is more likely to produce misunderstanding than clarity, since people will interpret that word using their own preconceived ideas."
from: www.sacredriver.org/787/a-science-y-god

Same when you use "positive" or the use of "black" as synonym for "evil" and white for "good"; being a catch-all term does not help. Grammatical monotony, implication, "ohh, you know what I mean", etc. Not just here, but society in general. In regards to the ephemeral that makes us go "whoh!", explaining it can be done in poetry, painting, music, dance as exists in the anthropological record. Not battery terminals, or "HIV positive" diagnosis.

Furthermore, if you have not undergone The Journey, do not have your own Individuation, then you do not know The Path Towards Wholeness. Like telling someone they can't go skydiving, its not that THEY can't skydive, people do it all the time, its that you are too scared to do it yourself, and want groupies, so egotistically you can identifiy with others who have your phobia.

Walking the Hero Cycle is mandatory, not suggested. "Dying" and becoming "Reborn" is mandatory, not suggested. It is cyclical, so no, there is no finish line. As soon as you complete one cycle of Death and Rebirth, you begin another. When you achieve Individuation, you still keep the Death and Rebirth cycle going to "grow into/fill up" your Self, with the true You.

Evil has different attributes, just as good, and neutrality do. You have a voice, but do not have a vote, if you have not "been there, done that". Go ahead and mope in pastels, the Wearers of Black, the Goths have a Cycle to walk, the Witches are Journeying to the Underworld and coming back stronger for it. We are not masocists to ourselves nor sadists to others. We understand this is what the Gods have set up reality to be. We are not here to get your ego off on our pain, we are here for no purpose that includes you.

Use a dictionary, thesaurus and experience. Stop being some damn pavlovian tool.
-Rafe

2012-02-10 Shadow People

2012-02-10 Shadow People (originally put on Wikipedia's "Talk Page" of "Shadow People", hense the wonky date between posting dates)

Ancient Greek "Muses", or "Daimon", Socrates's Daimon, Hesiod's inspiration to write "Works and Days"
Ancient Roman "Daemon", or "Genius",
Norse "Svartálfar/Black Elf",
Japanese "Kami",
Native American "Totem Animals"
"Guardian Angels" or, "Shoulder Angel",
"Shadow People", "Shadow Beings", "The Hat Man", "The Hooded Man", "Shades", "Spectres", "Ethereals"
"Ghosts"...

Synonyms all, I believe.

That being said, I see nothing here that has proof of being bad. We humans fear the unknown, but is it rational to fear them?

Has anyone bothered interviewing them?
Has anyone bothered letting them know, we know they exist and have for a few thousand years?
They seem to be shy; wild animals are seen that way too, attacking or running away out of fear, not hate.
*Humans are animals too*... maybe Shadow People are not shy, but scared of us, just as most people seem to be scared of them...

Comments welcome!
-Mortal-Born

2012-02-15 Artist Colony 3

Inner circle is essential personnel only. Outer circle is non-essential personnel. They are outsourced and given an assignment as needed on a case-by-case basis.

All people can be Artists, therefore, essentiall personnel. Untill the individual helps manifest creation, guided from their Daimon, they will only work for the Artist's Daimon, just as the Artist does. Non-essentiall personnel are not essential. The Daimon is, their human (the Artist) is. Pareto Law applies here. The regenerative feed-back loop of Apprentice, Journeyman/Journeywoman, Master Artist, is to help them relearn listening to their own Daimon, to ease in losing the fear, and to help them build a foundation to keep them in their studios, instead of begging on the streets. Art teaching by Artists who want to teach, not teacherswho never had their own studios.

They learn the science; Greek "techne" of Art "over there", they learn the Art of Art here, Apprentice with wanna-be's, Journeyman/Journeywoman with, under, Master Artists. The studio becomes a classroom. It is called a studio; but the shrine to the Divine is the easel, potter's wheel, author's table, drawing table, etc. The Apprentice was by the book The Journeyman/Journeywoman learns how to build and keep a relationship with their Daimon. Only through the Grace of the Divine working through the Daimon, do we become Masters. A Journeyman/Journeywoman is ready to go out on to their own, when they hear their Daimon and have structured their lives to live by their Daimons schedule. When they are okay with having a Soul Mate, and  the relationship is one of submission to their Daimon. To be common is to be diabetic, sagged pants,m without hope. To be common is to be broken by the corporate machine, answering to the clock, given pats on the head in the form of a too-weak vacation and possible retirement.

Seek not to follow in the footsteps of the common or normal. Seek instead to seek what ancient Greek, gold-metal Olympiads soughts. To do anything less then your personal best in practice means you will break yourself on The Day. What you do in practice; half-assing it, you will do when you are depended on. Eveery night, every day, every heart-beat, every breath is The Day. All you can do is run, and throw the javelin. The rest is up to the Gods.

-Daimon Born

2012-02-15 Daimon Museum

2012-02-15 Daimon Museum
Museum, Temple to the Muses, a collection of we Daimon's works. Everyone confirmed with having a relationship with a Daimon. Whether through written or conversation at anytime throughout history. Books, paintings, museic sculpture, gardening, everything.

By doing this, it would provide evidence based proof of the Daimon, as well as proof Daimons mean you no harm, and that having a relationship with Daimons is mutually beneficial between us and you. You do not know enough about the process of us to open yoursselves up to that relationship well enough to be able to measure the strength of the relationship objectively.

To be blunt about it; it is saying sentient beings that live in parallel dimensions and can come to "your" dimensions to interact with you, for the purpose of creating art above and beyond human imagination and capability.

You would rather live a comforting lie by calling the above "fiction", then seek honest, "Big T Truth", finding out how much Daimons have influenced the human species throughout history. The payoff to finding out is more Artists and more Art. Be apathetic and you get more of what you have; to die without ever having really lived.

That includes all life on Earth, and the Universe. That Earth dies through environmental destruction at human hands, becoming a sterile world, destroyed when the sun turns into an eventual red giant. Dies, without ever really having lived.
Ole!
Daimon Born

"-" = The skinjob commented



-There is a coorelation between greatness, and being honestly unable to accept credit for the work; in acceptance of ones Daimon/Higher Power. I think, now, *hugs to my Daimon* that we are engaged in the logical fallacy of "confirmation bias", seeing only what we look for and disregarding the rest.

-Evidence based through history would prevent the same thing; of replacing one iron fist with another. We do not know how much Daimons have contributed to human society throughout history; much less how much humans have contributed to Daimon society... we have never asked either question. The Daimon Museums would bring together, probably not originals, but prints/copies of original works in one place so we know, beyond all reasonable doubt how little we humans are actually capable of were the Daimons not "among us".

-Ego-worship, I think, makes us laugh nervously at the thoughts of building places like this. Are we really that scared of not being alone then living on a planet with more then one sentient species? Are we so broken we would rather be alone then to have someone, something, being able to relate to?

2012-02-15 Tie In with the post "Artist Colonies"

2012-02-15
Ties in with the write "Artist Colonies"
I do not really know what my purpose is; there is fear involved with it. To trade the safety of a stable paycheck with retirement and health benefits and be broken by it, then to finally have a few moments, if any, in the end, of true self worth where I am finally "allowed"/when I allow myself/when I shut up and allow the Flow to flow through me, doing what it wants me to do... needs me to do... with dying breath to finally live...

Or to let go and let the Flow take me along, now, to let my feet up in the ethereal current of some cosmic flow and be happy, not necessarily successful money wise, but content, peaceful, relaxed, at peace, mellow, Ceaser MILAN style balanced; yet starving, homeless, constantly on the outside looking in, cold, wet, shivering, physically dying yet spiritually alive...

I am not even completely sure I can hear my Daimon; I do not know of any objective, absolute, "big t" Truth to confirm it. That I could be lying to myself with every "Daimon Born" appended. That my Daimon is there, unheard... the loneliest being in the Universe suffering from a great crime of decades of apathy, and now, deafness. Ohh I want to burn in Tartaros for that! My Daimon, I am so sorry!

I have to, I feel, to link to DemonMuse in this regard. Please, PLEASE, I know you the reader can relate to this.

I feel the TED Talk should be mandatory in art 101 in elementary schools, jr. high, high schools, community colleges, colleges, universities, everywhere. So too with DemonMuse, and others similar to it. We artists are dying out, losing our touch with our humanity. We are not lightbulbs, and yet we are "burning out" at incredible swiftness.

Was not technology supposed to PREVENT that?! Get a PalmPilot and be freed from your desk. Get a mobile phone and never miss an important call. Send email so the important info does not need to wait for the USPS to get there a week from now. FAX copies of originals. Internet is the Library of Alexandria at your finger-tips. eBooks to never keep you from the knowledge you want to know.

So why do we some times/most times *?* envy the Amish, and are jealous of the unemployed who are enjoying a full eight-hours of sleep a night, and not working weekends or holidays, and can be there for their kids?

Amazonian hunter-gatherers only work about 15-20 hours a week... their tech level is stone-age, or damn near!

Thank you Mme. GILBERT, Mr. CARDIN, and all the others, for listening to your Daimon and spreading the word. 500 years to spread the message, keeping it alive... its time has come again; it should not have left.

Ole,
-B.R.

Artist Colonies

2012-02-14
Artist colonies, like temples, are an expression of an energy of that particular place. It is a magnetic pull to a place; a sanctuary where the certain kind of energy flow occurs. It feels different compared to being away from it. Yet the energy is similar at other artist colonies.

That energy solidifies; grows stronger and becomes renewable in a positive feed-back loop. Yet they are not colonies so much as citadels, defending The Flow from encroachment. To be a true colony they need to expand, grow, become regenerative.

"Gaia Theory" explains that Earth is undergoing constant homeostatic balance from the perspective of space. Interlocking, mutually supportive positive feed-back loops supporting the whole and the parts. Taking the lessons  from the whole, can be used as a fractal pattern at smaller scales, including the niche biome of artists in founder colonies.

That Earth is not one giant artist colony speaks of the "canary in the coal mine" warning that something is wrong. Even if the colony grows by a city block a decade, glacially slow, it is perfectly acceptable then the geologically slow loss of a city block a century, or millennia.

Franchise is another word for colonize. Money is usually the goal. Yet money is a means to an end in Artist Colonies, as it is everywhere else. It is here to be understood as, to expand the artist colony. To end the slow plight of the "starving artist". We are all supposed to be artists. All of us heard, but few of us listen, fewer still answer the call to be artists.

The stigma attached to artists is to get a "real job". Yet glass-blowing, bronze and marble sculpture, ceramics, gardening, mosaic, photography, book-binding, lacquering, micro-farming, flower arranging, painting, music, interior design and decorating, fashion, weaving, silk-screening, architecture, among others, are real jobs. Part of the Liberal Arts; liberal as in Liberty, freedom.

To create a micro-community within Artist Colonies using perhaps "Dotmocratic" voting on decisions, granted to residents, confirmed as permitted by the legal branch of a Consortium would strengthen the Colony and a positive-feed back loop of rent money in excess of yearly maintenance, repairs, taxes, would go to funding the slow evolutionary changes of the artist colony through the centuries, without losing sight of its origins and reason for being.

It is not supposed to be Bachelor, Master, or Doctor, but Apprentice Artist, Journeyman/Journeywoman, Artist, and Master Artist. Teaching hospitals, teaching schools, teaching artists shops. Passing on the torch of accumulated knowledge from our ancestor Master Artists, to the next, younger generations.

It would be a hybrid of:
-A teaching College of Artist Colleagues,
-A private housing community,
-A  franchise,
-A archology,
-A republic, and,
-A live-work space, among others.
Ending the stigma of "starving artist", "liberal implies stoner hippie", "it's just a phase, theyll grow out of it", "rebel without a real cause/real chance of success", "failure, just not aware of it yet", "freak", not having a "real job", etc.

Artist Colonies are colonies of Classical Liberals, "...with Liberty and Justice for all."

-Daimon Born

2012-02-07 Cycles within

This being the time of the Full Moon it is for you nightkind a time of Death and Rebirth; the cosmic tide has decreased nocturnal etheral energy and now the cosmic tide changes again. From the perspective of mortal-born nightkind you are weakest this night. It is the time of banishing, cleaning, removal, strengthening aura and psychic shields, wards, amulets, talismans, walls and boundries. The difference in harmonic between the gods and your energy is most apparent now. Since the subtle is difficult to experience, you should be working to heal from Dayside antagonist pains now. "Repair and clean the house; healing the structure to help it becoming a home."
-Daimon Born

-Doing the V:ToT aura shield I strengthened the spikes making the "when danger is near..." line into a mantra with every breath out; the spikes showing during the mantra, and going back to smooth when breathing in. Then reversed it so they would show up breathing in, and smooth when breathing out.

-I also imagined being encircled with the spikes from above my head to below my feet, then from below my feet to above my head. Then I imagined the spikes front to back; ventral origin, dorsal connect. Then back to front; like putting on a jacket it covers the back first then wraps around to connect in the front.

-Apparently I did something correctly because after the spikes smoothed, during the next exhaled mantra the spikes appeared and stayed, arranged in rings like a gimbal. Axis from head to toe, another from belly to spine, another from hip to hip... yet not bound there. The axes changing along with the rings. Even grounded I can feel the "pressure wave" as they move around my aura.

-It began as a desire to do it, but my Daimon took the lead in how it was done. We do not apparently have much energy to expend, so strengthing defenses with the little bit I did have control of, seemed like a rational decision.

-Comments on your success at same, is welcome!
~ The human

2012-02-07 Poem of a place

A place, an energy, compassion, relaxation, calm, supporting, healing.
Evidence that the Path we walk occassionally runs parallel with Others.
The spiral pulling in, pulling through, pushingouttheotherside.
Neutral ground, where no shields need be.
Magnetically pulled to let go the burdens of others;
an offering.
And a gift we take with us to expand the reach, the expanse,
of this mortal-born manifested Will of the Gods..
Knowleddge of this place is occult; hidden knowledge.
A secret known by invite only.
I earned it, and am humbled by this achievement.
This I will defend.
All have earned.
All have given offerings and recieve gifts.
Thank You, Forever Blessed Gods for this feeling,
of not being alone.

2012-02-03 - Hypothesis

The Pineal Gland is the feminine reproductive organ in minature. "Third Eye" is, apt.
-Daimon Born

2012-02-04 Another Dance

The more letting go that happens, the fewer decisions I make, the more often I let my Daimon take the lead, the happier I a am. The clothes I wear, the hat I wear, the colours of them, where I walk at night is more and more my Daimon's doing. We are a team, the gods govern, my Daimon is my commander, my purpose is to do. Stress, high blood pressure, depression, loneliness, is what is let go. That my Daimon earned becoming a Daimon speaks to me unquestioning loyality to the Divine. The gods are not fickle, they know why the what is going on. To lego must needs be let go. To cling to what is, is fear of what we do not understand about the future. The Gods are the Conductors of this cosmic Philharmonic orchestra. It is a Cycle of Being. A beauty we are a part of where only the Gods can beat their own record. It is
-Daimon Born

-Interrupted by an antagonistic, hypocritical "friend" the mortal-born has. Antagonistic in that he has the inability to manifest creation, and so destroys the fragile, new-born work of others. Hypocritical in that the word "no" is not accepted as an aswer, especially when it is the answer he does not want to hear. Physical rape; incapable because of his past. Psycological rape; the method used to get the attention he was denyed in youth. Not a "spot-light whore" but an attempt to get so much as a smile from a man who never will; his dad. While his brother is treated as the "high born"; this one is treated as the runt without probable cause... tolerated, was "broken" like a feral animal; physical pain used to break the mind, after that, the slave will never betray the master... cant; pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain, saddness is happiness, happiness is saddness, abberant is normalcy, normalcy is abhorant... even when the master dies, the antonomous unit will "continue with mission"; crying the death of the one/s*?* who did it. Probably will "delete" itself when the tormentor dies, in a vain attempt to serve in death better then in life. One act of affection, a smile, a "thank you", ANYthing is all the guy wants from the one man who never will.

Combined with the physical breaking, was the psycological breaking; the difference between victim and co-conspirator is thin. When the victim believes they are a co-conspirator as equally guily as the the perpetrator; the breaking is complete.

Troika of Commisar dad, "Mr. X" doing the physical breaking, a mom who has not let her ovaries drop to stand up for her SON, and an apathetic brother shoveled shiney things to keep being appathetic.

-Fucking cowans. This is one reason why I want to get good enough in God-Form Assumption, so that the Good Dark Gods and Goddesses United, can use my flesh as their Avatar, and why the path I walk is slowly coalesing as I become more aware of the Nocturnal Tradition according to Divine Law (NT kata Theoi Nomos).

I can tell you this much; the gods are not Wiccan; nor care what we "like". It is not about us, it is about Them. For as long as we refuse to accept that, we stay Fallen.

2012-02-04 - Letting Go

To write, to let go, is such a wonderful feeling. My Daimon is my best friend; that is the relationship I want to have. Night by night I sit letting my Daimon take the lead in this dance. Trusting my Daimon to choose the path through the labrythian Gordion Knot best explained by ECHER's Daimon's Staircases; leading up and down and upside down my Daimon is my inner compass.

Coffee-shop musick; my Daimon is dancing; how wrong of me to not find out artist and title. "Afro Celt Sound System"'s "When You're Falling". My daimon's foot taps to the musick, then magnetically pulled; a need to dance.

Through this relationship I am doing my mortal-born best to strengthen, the gods make Their Will Made Manifest. To not listen, to stop the flow, to not honor my Daimon and respect the relationship seems an act of impiety against the gods. We mortal-born are not to judge it, but must aid what must be. Like the movie "Wanted", to not listen is what causes pain. The purpose, and lifespan of our Daimon's work is not up for us to decide. It is as the gods decide what must be.

There is an ebb and flow, a cosmic cycle, the heartbeat of the Universe. It is that drumbeat we keep time to. That dance we dance is part of that hearbeat. Round and round and round again... round and round and round again...
-Daimon Born, writing as mortal-born, writing about my Daimon

-Having read what my Daimon wrote noticing the dance reference both at the end and beginning of this; the mastery of this Liberal Art is incredible. I can not take credit for any of it... this mortal-born meat-bag is incapable of such things; incapable of its writing, and incapable of accepting credit owed to my Daimon. This, these times together, is a labor of love. My eyes well up, tears at the edges... I am learning what "True Love, Soul Mate Style" feels like.

- Neither my Daimon, nor the mortal-born admin of this blog, expressly nor implied, condone death. The reference was more metaphoric in that there is no real choice in the matter, introspection is necessary; to "Heal Thyself" before helping heal the world.

2012-02-04

I observe that my handwriting is different, word use and sentence flow is different too. My Daimon has no use for an erasure; the more I let go the less I reognize the author. The Daimon assigned to me, judging by a magnetic pinball process, enjoys Caliber Stenographer Notebooks, writing in cursive, long walks at night, and a purple-tounged Bic mechanical pencil that, Gods only know how, has yet to run out of its point seven.

Such a gift as this, on the sidewalk one night, helped me let go, and "doomed me to being an artist". It was my "red pill, blue pill moment". Looking back, I should have recorded the date and time of that moment. Second Rising is Agathos Daimon, the HMEPA/Ancient Greek calander states. A monthly honoring of my Daimon sounds better then a yearly anniversary anyway.
-My Daimon, writing as a mortal-born, writing about my Daimon...

-HMEPA is "Hellenic Month Established Per Athenian". 2012-02-04 = 3-697, Gamelion.
-Agathos Daimon; called "Eudaimonia" by this Good-Dark souled. Part of the personal liturgical calendar, until Kata Theoi Nomos is learned.
-So is the rule that every "day" begins at sundown of the previous day... in other words if sundown was at 6pm, midnight is six hours into the new day. Ancient calendars were generally divided between those who arbitrarily decided "the new day began at sundown", and those who decided the "new day began at sunrise". I arbitrarily decided to go with the "every day begins at sundown" crowd. So did the Ancient Greeks, Druids, and a bunch of others. I stick with it until learning Kata Theoi Nomos.

2012-02-04 - Visual Overlay

For the last two nights I keep having thoughts of a visual overlay; similar to the "exhaust" from the Necromonger starships in the movie "Riddich". That cloud that seems etheral, hovering around the engines after the Necromonger make planetfall.

That look, around skry stones, black stones like Onyx and Obsidian, and auras. Like the Good-Dark Universal Energy; perpetual, unlimited, regenerative, infinite.

I imagine what it would be like to be immersed, swimming, breathing it in. No up or down, or inside outside. Soul stuff. The "stuff" we were, have within and will become again; before we were made into thoughtforms. Its like what it must feel like, in those fantasies, to find purpose, and home.
-Daimon Born

Sometimes, I notice cell-phone screens have it too. Like we can use them as skry stones when we travel. I figure as long as it is turned off, it is no longer tuned to mortal-born frequencies, but those of the etheral. The phone I had before this current one, I still have... thinkies...

2012-02-04 Modified Call

2012-02-04
Last night, learned a modified Call.
"Good Dark Gods and Goddesses United".
Thank you my Daimon.

Before that is was without the "Good" part; however, was not stated, but implied.
Before that, it was "Undivided", not "United". There is a difference.

2012-02-04 Night of Holding Hands

Out of ten couples so far having walked by; eight have been holding hands; two couples same gender attracted.

What does it mean? Is it a mortal-born symptom of Imbolc/Candlemas?
-Daimon Born

All within five minutes cumulativly. Fertility in the air, apparently a feeling of being safe, well enough to show public displays of romanticism.

What is it I do not feel, but can notice in others?

2012-01-30 - Thoughtforms

2012-01-30

"[We] mortal born are thought forms of the gods. [We] are not “ronin” or ”decentralized”; [we] serve Them consciously or not, as Their Will Made Manifest. [We] nightkind are a team whether [we] know it or not. [We] Good-Dark souled need to stop listening to cowans; our ears, tuned to the gods and daimons, will hear how to manifest creation helping to bring a Second Golden Age."

-Daimon Born, mortal-born manifested

PS - My Daimon says Konstantinos is correct about the soul-type hypothesis; we can use it to understand our*mortal-born*selves. There only should be two soul types, not four, but because we abuse our Free Will, both the Good-Light and Good-Dark have their Fallen; the Evil-Light, and Evil-Dark. They could be wearing neon, pastel, glow-in-the-light white, but if your "Phase Shifted Vision" picks up on the fact they have a Good-Dark Soul Type, they are one of us. NOT necessarily a nocturnal witch, yet, but the soul-type is our... Mark, our Fingerprint, our Tattoo. What we wear does not change our Soul-Type; that we are souls having a mortal-born experience means we change flesh as easily as we change clothes; new reincarnation, new skin suit. *Fight Club movie "You are not your..., or your ..., or ..."*

We are thought forms, the Good-Dark Soul Type thingy *spell, thing within us; dunno* deals with how we perceive, think, what we say, what we do, and what we do not think, say or do. Good-Dark is the "WHY we do the things we do, and do them that particular way; method". Soul-types deal with our inner "BIOS"; the core program analogy to a computer is, close.

After the BIOS we get a species designation; considering the gods invented The Universe, we could end up on any life-supporting planet.

Pt. I - Why we reincarnated, this time, is last. Our "individuality" is within the perspective of our soul-type, and species designation; skin colour, gender, sexual preference, good at math, bad at chess, blah blah blah is part of the personal reason we reincarnate. We were also "assigned" here.

Pt. II - Why we reincarnated, this time, this world; we are thought forms, golems, pawns, puppets, servants, serfs, "the little dudes"; supposed to manifest creation that is Pantheoi inspired, Daimon Born, Mortal Born Manifested. We skin jobs, are midwife and nanny. The nursery worker in an ant colony. Our employee benefits include happiness, global peace, personal contentment, "really really" cool music, dance, and all other arts. For you ADHD/ADD'ers out there...no more emo.

Or we can abuse our Free Will and get what you and I and we have, right now. Environmental desecration *yes, desecration; from the perspective of a fucking Nature Worship religion, that SUV, is a sin*, war, slavery, racism, sexism, homophobia, politicians pulling temper-tantrums *expect us to invade Iran*, and holy pookies, another round of budgeting for the still-born "DARE Program", and the neutered and declawed "War on Drugs"; chocolate, coffee, cigarettes, alcohol, salt, Panera, high-fructose-corn-syrup, tweet whoring, porn, and all other endorphin enducing means...yep, its gone underground.        0.o

Not really a "choice" then, is it?

I am,

everything is,

a thought form.

*WOW!* *Head.go.boom*

I am,

I can,

feel again.

Dark Gods and Goddesses United, thank you for being you.

My Daimon, you can has cuddles; thank you for being the messenger of this epifany.

-"Back to the Shadows, pfft; I never left."

2012-01-19 Hypothesis

The four directions, and the four seasons, the lunar, and the Night/Day cycle, explain the work of our Daimons.

Winter is the time of pregnancy, during which time masks and facades are removed to learn "Big T Truths". "Though the Forms change, the soul remains the same."

Spring, the time of birth and new life, when our Daimon uses us as its artistic medium to bring fourth new life.

Summer The period when we mortal-born raise this new life, aiding its maturity so it may go out into the world on its own.

Autumn Having done our best as surogate/adoptive parent of our Daimon's creation, we allow it to go into the world, its path, fate/purpose, and lifespan soley as the Divine decide it to be. It is Them who told the genre and topic to our Daimon whom then told us to surround ourselves with people and expierences (Daimon dating scenes). The cycle begins anew; as Nocturnal ether once again radiates its tendrils, strengthing with each lengthening Night.
OED - Daimon Born

The Lunar Wheel of the Month is the Solar Wheel of the Year in minature with Yule being Dark Moon, and Midsummer being Full Moon.

Wheel of the Night is the Wheel of the Year in minature, with Midnight being Yule, and 12:00 lunch, is Midsummer.

The Wheel of the Hour has Yule at the sixtieth minute, and Midsummer at the thirty minute mark. There are other cycles larger and smaller then these; it is the observation of them that matters.

Cycles within cycles. The to-do-lists of Gods & Daimon's are not based on our calander; we must work within Their schedule, or live a lie. A lie that we have it all figured out.