The Sorcerer's World

The DH says, jokingly: Be! Don't Act!
I respond "To Act is To Be"
Act in first sense "pretend"
Act in second sense "Move with force"

Thinking about the Foreigen Installation comments, here is another of my summaries
modes of Be ing
still/inert=this is only possible a while until dissolution takes the next phase
still/aware-is this truly possible?
can there be awareness without any program? Or am I going about this bass ackwards? Awareness enjoys, creates, elucidates, complicates programs
The awareness for sorcery is for some kind of self-selective manipulation of some set of "rules/programs/imagings".
Else, as some older schools say, sorcery is yet another delusion piled just below the gods
But here's my position: instead of being trophic about the ocean of being, why not swim around? Grow gills
or limbs to clamber on the land. It's all play. The Play's the Thing

To treat the chattering mind as if it were a dog tethered on a leash of single intent, let it wander and snif and piss and bark and jump and peer, and roll, yet The Watcher seems advised to yank it cruelly away from anything interesting as it it were some kind of poison to Being.

Ok say one wants to be able to walk through walls "in this plane". It's absurd. Why? If there was something to be accomplished, assuming the passage through brick or stone or concrete is not merely sensational, would it not server more economically to just do what was wanted without considering wallls? This is the crux of Della's comments.

What I mean is, what is wanted? As Orlando has mentioned many times "I am helpless before all". So as shown by the Tarot, one use's the Sword of Discrimination--choose among the pile of playthings, or raw materials, a theme, a colour, a movement, a mission. But without limitations of spacial materials, "real" or "imagined" cannot do one thing.

Modes: act to change, act to avenge, act to instigate, act to [fill in the blanks]
are actions in themselves ultimately folly? Well, yes and no. What will we keep to our heart when we face "inevitable choice"?

Some people claim there is nothing to change, that the Now is Now and so perfect. In deed [in doing] that is a good focal view to keep
emotion in check. However, one can say things and do others, the typical Human fashion, which is the cause of a great deal of misery.

For example: shoot feral cats. Is this good or bad or useful? Well, examining closer, shoot feral cats with a beebee gun. A chickenshit way for sure. It serves no purpose except torment on purpose. So it is not enforcing territorial imperative, but torture by remote action. To supply a purpose =keep out of one's neighborhood sounds like the territorial imperative. Again, we look at it, and see that sharing space and resources is the other hand of survival. There are other means if one is truly serious, that need not cause suffering. To deliberately cause suffering seems to be a form of amusement.

So does it matter? Well, yes. In the matter resides a beebee pellet next to the spine. Not operable. The point is, people keep forgetting there are other people, other beings. What does my "opinion" of this matter? It "matters" to me. It is not the right way to live.

Why not? If the paradigm of gravity, sky/weather, bodies needing water, food, the great cycle of living on this plane moves us through our senses into the Great Movie of OUr Mind, and we make up stories and costumes and themes for it, that is "normal", usual.

But for a person who pretends to have glimpsed the the perfection of the Great Play that exists outside of our Movie, why are they empowered to inflict pain, not on particularly other human bullies, who abandon creatures trying to survive, but on those creatures with a less than lethal weapon. It's just target practise, eh? For what, Prey Tell? The Chickenshit quality of this boyish pursuit is of course perpetuated by bee bee gun manufacturers. So it must be acceptable to that select group. This attitude is the in-grown toenail of an arrogance that sinks its owner into a hellish link. That is why it is "not living rightly". One is an act the Act-ions be-lie their root.

Yes, one can buy a bb gun and one can certainly aim it and fire upon small animals. When I asked the boy to stop annoying my dog with it, he boy on the hill next to mine made a huge mistake, a choice, I could feel him making it. He thought he had hidden behind a bush. He took aim at me and fired his beebee gun at my face. The pellet struck my cheek bone junder an inch from my eye.

Solemn, reverent agreement, Ms. Owl. Della said something once that really hit home with me. "No matter if we're 2-leggers, 4-leggers or multi-leggers, we're all just struggling to get through one more day." Amen to that. Live and let live!

Mel

Things are better, although the basic situation is ancient and apparently must be relearned every single lifetime.

It's tedious. How are we endured at all? Some strange comicbook of the universe, unbelieveable no matter how much mayhem.