#Spiritual Anarchist

[spiritusnocturnus]

Introduction Of A Rebel

Since my current incarnation on this planet , I have always questioned the state of living and went beyond societal traditions and trends. The daily status quo of the institutional, religious and political foundations that we are founded upon especially here in America. I've always wondered why do we have to have landlords, why do people have to work long hours every single day or night, where you come home having to repeat the same thing the next day for what they call a minimum wage where it's not even livable but basically chunk change scraps, and more frankly, why is it even nesscary to have money at all as a need to live?

Thinking of current living arrangements and seeing the state of world would only make someone hope for something higher. Growing up in a Christian home, there was always thought for some merciful master (who was good to some who were deserving )sitting watching and waiting and some Jesus figure coming back. Though some things never added up to me upon the Christian path and some things I've outright disliked. Though that all changed upon my spiritual awakening. As I was going through my state of depression I've started deeply involving myself with the Occult and around this time I became very close to the state of death. I became reborn!

I became more infuriated after I seen how the mainstream religions was a tool to keep people in line praying to some hostile entity and to some who think a big white man with a curly beard who lives in the sky who sees and controls everything, how these systems that made me at one point pledge allegiance to a Red, White, and Blue Imperalist flag and how they acted with furious rage when I decided not to stand in school.

When I became more enlightened I understood that we was never taught our true history because not all colored people came from Africa as most if us was already here known as Native Indigenous In the land of what they would call Amaruca , or Amarucanapana (Amaruka) which wasn't named after the Colonizing bastard Coloumbus or Amerigo. Amaruca was known as the land of the feathered Serpent

Us Natives was already here and we had our own spiritual ways, traditions and more. Though to reconnect the dots and see how it has thrown us off track through the Cenus act, spiritually and more. Though the White man's systems where we now pay rent through this Capitalist system, where we have to pay for water and food and where they even profit off our sickness and suffering in healthcare. It didn't make sense to me as a kid and it damn sure doesn't now. Nowadays it's no wonder why I am what I always was unknowingly at a time -A Communist.

Although not following every though from the white Marxist , I am more Spiritual Communist and more of a Spiritual Anarcho Communist that is my true nature and the ways of my Native ancestors. Not the way of the Colonizer Christian who's god is oppresive and surely not the way of a racist bigoted Darwin who is a materialist. I aslo seek Revolution just as my ancestors and others who practice Afro Carribean Spiritually do the only difference is there isn't need for Saints as I deal with those who are Ancestors, Lucifer and what they would call Demons. I am a proud Luciferian and I suppose you can call my Leftist thought and way Spiritusism.

You see instead of always dealing within a failed decaying state of matter, I invest time into what is everlasting to override matter. Not in every case because footwork and action is expected to happen in the means of Revolution and to also to overthrow the Rich Capitalist oppressors and their pawns of the State who are the pigs. I operate more on a higher Quantum and Astral level that is outside the realm of matter. Their god of matter the Demuirge

In fact their Abrahamic Faith's god who goes by many names such as Yahweh, Allah, and as I know it as Yaldabaoth, the Demuirge. That god and it's followers have demonized our Native spiritual practices, Witchcraft, and ways because we wish to be free. Though there is yet another who is demonized within their own Bible who is known as Lucifer. Lucifer according to the Christians is evil being who torment souls in hell when actually the ancient ones known as Gnostics among other from Kemet seen him as a liberator who set Adam and Eve souls free giving them wisdom and power in the Garden of Eden .

I started to understand the Xtians god is the one of flesh and time, he is the true male oriented patriarchal being their god maintains a strict order, wishes to kill everyone who doesnt worship him, kill every first born of Egypt and demands worship. This earth is as he says is his foot stool and his followers were known to oppress throughout history. Whether it was the Catholic Church, Chruxhes, Nazis, KKK or now Maga. This is not the god for the oppressed only for those who are petty Bourgeois and White racist. As John Herny Clarke says how can a slave pray to the same god as his oppressor? It just doesn't make sense. Holy is Political invention from the Church and it is best to be Unholy!

He is not the true omnipresent one because he couldn't even find Adam in the Garden of Eden and furthermore their is source who is over everything including Yahweh, that doesnt demand worship and where all life originated. Sophia -The Monad . The Great Spirit and the life we currently in is of physical dense matter and by default we are not in a true state but in a state of suffering and torment and we must seek to liberate ourselves from the Archons of matter and not see Reincarnation as much as a good thing but this is why it is a must to raise hell against their god, against the Archons whether spiritually or politically especially in this fascist America where they seek to implement Christian Nationalism.

[dailyanarchistposts]

“For me, wherever I go, I know my natural and eternal environment, and I know it as part of me and me of it. Beyond whatever we think, there is a darkly glimmering mystery far beyond reason and sanity, but full of the wholeness of beauty. It perpetually sustains and bestows all things with their own nature and being- perfectly, fully and without need for further elaboration or rectification. This is the sorcerous conception of deity.”— Robin Artisson, The Toadbone Treatise

It’s December and the air is warm here.

I peer out my window with drink in hand, watching the blood-splashed sun collapse beyond the horizon and into the highway. For a moment I relish being in a State where drinking a lime-juice cocktail isn’t a desperate plea for warmer days. Here winter never comes, and as such, we never need to change our tastes to heartier or heavier food and drink.

The Southeast is the only home I’ve known: a land of sweltering heat, mosquitoes the size of your arm, and uninterrupted madness via Florida Man. Where I dwell is nothing special: an average middle class town, the wonder and mystery of the city far away and only faintly sensed. The hustle and bustle of modern living remains only a faint rumor on the wind. Life moves along uninterrupted, save for twinges of change here and there. I can imagine such a life would not be enough for some, and truthfully it’s not enough for me. But in the meantime, there’s no rush; I drink deeply from the land and Spirits around me.

I think about Gordon’s piece on Natural Magic, the equation of Self+Spirit World+Place. It rings true to me. I think about the natural world around me, my own slice of it. Underneath the regular suburban dregs still beats the heart of that wild Florida, in every thicket and every wood. In them I’ve rattled open doorways between realms in areas smaller than some public parks, I’ve spoken with Swamp Spirits and learned the unspoken keys to plant identification, and I’ve traded payment and favors with the local Dead and seen them manifest right before my eyes. All these things happened in my hometown not in spite of it, but through it.

The great lesson of Folk Magick has always been that magick was right at hand, that you didn’t need a library of books or special clothes and wands to do it. In Hoodoo a quick trip to the grocery store and some significant places around town will allow you to hurl just about anything at people. When I’m particularly stuck for an ingredient I always go Journeying into the Spirit World and ask my friends there what might do the trick. And often the most powerful gifts are the simplest.

I came to read playing cards, to cast my eyes into the twisting nether realm of probability and possibility not through some online course nor through paid lessons from a teacher. I went down to the crossroads for nine nights around 11:45pm and called out to the One Who Dwells There to teach me, the only sacrifice being the time I spent there. And teach me He did. I found whole new ways of looking at the cards, as books and ideas seemed to drop into my view from all over; I read what I could, but the biggest advances seemed to come from just being out there, alone and in the dark, hearing whispers in my head and seeing symbols dance before my eyes. I read the cards now with great accuracy, with my window into the shifting seas of potentiality amounting to an admission fee of one dollar.

Often in life our own worlds can seem disenchanted, our existences too far away from any of “the action” to feel meaningful. As in spirituality so too in politics: the same way my heart longs to stir up the dead in St. Augustine it flutters at thoughts of joining in armed resistance somewhere in the streets of Rojava; as I ponder the possibilities of protective mojos made and blessed with the dirt from Castillo de San Marcos, I wonder what revolutionary potential I could add to the people’s struggles in Baltimore, Oakland, Chiapas, and Greece. Economics and familial ties, at least for the moment, always get the upper hand.

But I do not rest on my laurels. I read, I study, I speak with those around me. I consider myself the advance guard, the agent behind enemy lines. I gather folks of like mind around me and we plan, we plot, we create pockets of resistance and freedom. We are the first cells of the revolution you see, mitochondria that will one day evolve into a greater being. We put pamphlets, we put up posters, we engage in Direct Action. Rather then wait for ‘THE Revolution” I’ll do what I can here and now, building “the new world in the shell of the old.”

Those that simply wait for monumental change, or worse vote in the hopes it will come, display a distinctly unmagical air about them: they don’t believe anything can change unless everything does, they can’t imagine that their actions could move even the tiniest mole hill, they huff that the time is never quite ripe, that until some Unknown Messiah arrives we’d best simply hope for change.

Surely we, through direct experience, know better then this?

Can’t a hidden gesture or half-mumbled phrase move someone’s mind? Won’t a fervent prayer, a simple oil, and an intensity of Will attract unseen hands to guide you? Doesn’t the simplest mix of red pepper, black pepper, and sulpher cause the flames of hell to leap up at our command? You can’t have it both ways: either you and your allies can literally shift the movin’ and shakin’s of the luck plane as well as this artifice we call physical reality, or it’s all a sham.

I don’t know about you but I’ve got notebooks filled with proof that what we deem “inevitable” or “unmalleable” is plainly not so.

Magic presupposes we can change the foundations of the world around us. Why do our political beliefs so often not follow this maxim? Why are we waiting for some Vanguard, some Party, some Candidate, to rip up the noxious weeds of Capitalism and The State? Did we come by any of our magical knowledge by waiting or did we simply go out and start doing what we could? Wasn’t every bump in the road a lesson, every victory a confirmation that even against the odds we can win?

My tradition courses through the land and was born in struggle: against the State, against the Boss, against the Police. Under candle light and shroud of burning herbs I can feel the air thick with those that whispered or sang prayers in other times; they know, they understand: the battles may be different, the symbols may have changed, but the struggle has not. Candle flames burst with the same heat and energy raging away in my heart, teeth gritting in Nietzschean Will to change the world and break anything that stands in my way. Road Opener work or Revolution, what’s the difference?

My tradition is not alone: anyone laying hands on the practical magic of the past is touching a People’s History. You did what you could with what you had on hand, including whatever ghosts and goblins happened to be around. These people were in the same boat we are: under the heel of an oppressive state apparatus, one that could kill them at any time, all for the service of an economic elite. They too watched an increasing portion of all the value they created get siphoned away, hunger pangs and anxiety the mother of many a prosperity spell. Any good witchcraft carries with it the sublime scent of necessity; by the time you’re in the woods at midnight making pacts with unseen things it’s safe to say the usual channels of change have been blocked.

What else is magic but the metaphysical embodiment of Anarchism, of politics on a spiritual plane? That YOU could defy the laws of the “Lord” and make new arrangements for yourself, that YOU could gain insights and knowledge beyond your “station” in life, that YOU needn’t wait for someone to save you because you were going to save YOURSELF? Isn’t that what Sorcery is all about? Wasn’t it a battle against the dragon Zarathustra spoke about, the one that must be defeated, that must be slain?

“Who is the great dragon whom the spirit will no longer call lord and god? ‘Thou shalt’ is the name of the great dragon. But the spirit of the lion says, ‘I will.’ ‘Thou shalt’ lies in his way…”

The day is dead now, street lights and shabby store signs acting as artificial suns. The lights manage to keep the hum-drum thoughts of day still near, a collective religious belief in the firm and unvarying nature of reality, that nothing has nor will it ever change. The lights bring stability and safety. In this warm paradise where winter never comes it’s easy to believe the lie that most things are unwavering, that some things just stay the same.

For instance, global capitalism or a client’s bad luck?

But I have neither the time nor the inclination for such adult bed-time stories. I close the blinds and set about the work of changing the world around me. To succumb to the thoughts of static existence, of even settled accounts is preposterous. I call out to the Unseen with techniques and tricks propelled into the future by the most disadvantaged in this region while the plantations of the past have gone from places of frightening power to mere relics. While others buy and sell my soul flies right down to the primal, throbbing tap-root of the land around me; what was once an altar in any other townhouse becomes the Crossroads of All Existence; my voice no longer my own, my body wracked with spasms, I become a conduit for things that others claim can’t or shouldn’t exist.

Impossible? Can’t? Won’t? Shouldn’t? All these words are nothing to me! There is only The Will. And if you Will it, it is no dream.

[thewordinblackandred]

The sin of idleness is the rich man's game.

Here's the specific episode and the podcast more generally.

[the-earth-priestess]

join me in my community! i'd love to make friends 🖤🩷

[13thpythagoras]

Pythagoras, me, I'm basically what happens when you inject the joker from Batman, with eons of past life wisdom, and psychedelic awareness

[thepunkwolf1312]

I FUCKING HATE CHRISTMAS

christmas is just a capitalistic scam.

also why wait until a single day to get gifts or presents???? thats just an excruciatingly long time to wait for something. in my oppinion, if i want something or someone i love wants something (and its ethical and possible) ill make it or buy it regardless of time of year.

oh i also hate halloween, thanksgiving, easter, st patricks day, and valentines day, birthdays, aniversaries, marriage and more.

all of these celibrations are HIGHLY taken out of context, whats the point of celebrating a dumbass whitewashed capitalistic version of a "holiday"

no thanks, instead, ill celebrate the phases of the moon and changes of the season properly. ill give back to the earth and the animals which reside in it. ill celebrate myself and others around me. ill indulge in self desires.

now, this doesnt mean that YOU cant celebrate them. do whatever you want forever, but im not going to be around it.

[bs-specialist]

Christians have never been persecuted in America.

But I believe that if we work together and believe in ourselves, we might be able to make that difference.

[justanotherthrowaway1950]

The Red Lotus and Azula Would Be Enemies

Note: When I say Red Lotus in this post, I am referring to Zaheer’s four man team unless otherwise noted.

Azula and the Red Lotus are arguably the Gaang and Krew’s most iconic villains, beloved for challenging their respective Team Avatar not just physically, but mentally as well with their tactics and mind games.

That and, as of the time of this post, they are the ones who have come closest to killing their era’s Avatar, with Azula actually succeeding in (temporarily) killing Aang.

So it is no surprise that fans often theorize what would happen if they ever teamed up, either in a what-if situation with all five of them in their primes, or an elderly Azula teaming with the Red Lotus after the events of TLOK or in a AU, and for good reason.

Imagine P’Li and Azula applying pressure using their unprecedented control over combustionbending and lightningbending respectively.

Imagine all the combos Ming Hua and Azula could pull off with their deadly and precise bending.

Imagine Ghazan and Azula slowly but surely overwhelming opponents with their mastery over their rare sub-element bending arts of lavabending and smokebending respectively.

(Yes, this post assumes that the smoke that Azula and the Fire Warriors produced while masquerading as the Kemurikage in Smoke and Shadow was generated through smokebending.)

(Moreover, that smokebending is a rare sub-element of firebending considering no else before or after the events of Smoke and Shadow have been shown to (purposefully) generate smoke, let alone with the control that Azula and the Fire Warriors display.)

And imagine all the dastardly plots and mind games Zaheer and Azula would concoct as they meticulously plot to take down their shared foe(s).

However, there is one massive problem that would prevent the Red Lotus and Azula from ever teaming up: the fact that they would be moral enemies.

This is because the Red Lotus are anarchists who kill monarchs and loathe the concept of states, let authoritarianism. Meanwhile, Azula is a genocidal, colonizing, authoritarian monarch who believes in the divine right to rule.

(Yes, Azula is genocidal since, regardless of who you think actually came up with the plan to genocide the Earth Kingdom, the fact that Azula was eager to join Ozai in his failed offensive, and was upset only because he told her she couldn’t join, is proof that is she more than ok with genocide.) 

Therefore, if Azula and the Red Lotus were to ever meet each other, they wouldn’t join forces, but instead would try to kill each other, viewing the other as the embodiment of everything they fight against.

Hell! Considering how diametrically opposed they are to each other, they might even join whatever version of Team Avatar is present to take out their opponent.

“Ok, you bring up a good point about how their diametrically opposed ideologies would make them natural enemies. But you don’t think they don’t have enough pragmatism to temporarily join forces and take out their shared opponent(s) before turning on each other?”

Azula does considering she was able to work with Long Feng and the Gaang to overthrow the Earth Kingdom and find Ursa respectively, provided she isn’t actively psychotic of course, but not the Red Lotus.

This is because the Red Lotus not only spent over a decade in their tortious prison cells and didn’t rat out anyone involved with the broader Red Lotus organization, but also didn’t rat out Unalaq, who betrayed them and the broader Red Lotus organization.

So no, the Red Lotus and Azula would not be able to overcome their deeply-held ideological differences to form a pragmatic partnership.

“But wouldn’t they be able to realize that they are natural allies, even for a temporary amount of time, considering they both want to end the Avatar cycle and commit mass murder?”

Ugh, as much as it disgusts me to type this out, Azula and the Red Lotus want to end the Avatar cycle and commit mass murder for different, totally incompatible reasons.

Azula wants to genocide any group of people who refuse to recognize the Fire Nation’s (supposed) innate superiority and submit to their rule, and therefore wants to end the Avatar cycle, or at least kill the current Avatar, because the Avatar is the only being capable of stopping the Fire Nation from imposing its will on the world.

Meanwhile, even assuming the Red Lotus is aware of Vaatu’s desire to eliminate humanity, they want to release Vaatu and reopen the spirit portals, regardless of how many casualties occur, because they think it will give people true freedom, and thus lead to a better world.

Accordingly, they seek to end the Avatar cycle because the Avatar, by their nature as the Avatar of the Spirit of Light and Peace, would be diametrically opposed to their plan and never stop fighting them, even if they successfully release Vaatu and reopen the spirit portals.

Or in other words, Azula and the Red Lotus’ reasons for trying to end the Avatar cycle and attempting to commit mass murder are tied to their diametrically opposed worldviews.

“But Azula from Smoke and Shadow onward creates chaos with her schemes of hers. So maybe her and the Red Lotus aren’t as diametrically opposed as you make them out to be.”

Even if the means of achieving her goals are chaotic due to her lacking mental health, everything Azula has done post-Sozin’s Comet is consistent with her being a genocidal, authoritarian monarch who believes in the divine right to rule.

For it is explicitly said multiple times in the comics and extended lore that she wants to either turn Zuko into a tyrant like their forefathers before them, or if that fails, retake the throne so she can sheer the Fire Nation back in the direction it was under Sozin, Azulon, and Ozai.

Therefore, all learning about Azula’s efforts to return the Fire Nation to its former “glory” would do in the eyes of the Red Lotus is turn her from a despicable tyrant and oppressor who needs to be punished for her crimes to a mad dog who needs to be put down for the sake for freedom.

But in no case would it make Azula and the Red Lotus any less antagonistic towards each other.

So to conclude, even though on the surface they would seem to be natural allies, Azula and the Red Lotus’ deep ideological differences rooted in the fact that Azula is a genocidal, authoritarian monarchist while the Red Lotus are spiritually attuned anarchists would make them natural enemies. 

In fact, the real question about a potential Azula-Red Lotus team up should not be how they would work together, but instead who would be driven to ally with the version of Team Avatar present to take down the other.

[nando161mando]

"No gods, no masters" (EN: English)

[toughknit]

i always meet like-minded people when i get the chance to be alone with them and talk. out of the group setting. So aquarius of me

[idislikethissite]

An Interpretation and Review of Chonny’s Charming Chaos Compendium: an album of Tally Hall Cover/Remix/Mashups

Going by the name of Chonny Jash on youtube, he creates a stylistically unique form of “cover” (in addition to original songs, not included in this album) in which the original is covered, remixed and mashed up with tunes from other songs as well as adding entirely original lines; this allows for commenting on songs such as “Banana Man” and “Welcome to Tally Hall” within themselves, reframing ones like “Spring and a Storm” while maintaining the original tone, and expressing an epic psychospiritual story of self discovery, queerness and neurodivergence over the course of 18 songs. Content warning: suicide mention under the cut.

The album is split into three sections: Calamity, Cacophony, & Concord. Concord includes songs themed around tally hall itself or with a theme independent of the rest of the album, including Welcome to Tally Hall and Banana Man. Calamity acts to set the stage, with the lines in Time Machine which encourage the listener to loop the album and turn it over in their head to consider many interpretations.

So look, god look at what you’ve done now to me; locked into eternity, I’ll be back here one day, so they say.

Rumors have that I will write a different song, trying to get it right all afternoon.

Dream is the only other song in Calamity, setting the opening tune to Cacophony with an appropriate cacophony in itself.

Cacophony

Cacophony is the above-mentioned saga of self-exploration, and in contrast to the eventual gravity it begins with a remix of Mucka Blucka, which was originally entirely composed of chicken noises; the lyrics draw from both other Tally Hall songs and original lyrics (replete with chicken puns in , referencing themes to come: the division of the self into heart, mind & soul with conflict and unity between each (a theme rooted in Christian philosophy as far back as Augustine), the cyclicality of Cacophony, stagnation & change, and freedom & imprisonment.

Through Cacophony, there are three central character, each with distinctive voices. Named Heart, Mind and Soul with a directness to match a medieval morality play, they each snap and prod each other as conflicts flare. Ruler of Everything is a case where Heart and Mind can be seen; Heart takes the role of Juno in the original song, while Mind acts as what had been a personification of time; throughout Cacophony Mind also exhibits traits of a vindictive figure who lashes out with a position of carceral authority. This aspect of Mind is established here, with new lines following "Juno was mad/he knew he'd been had/so he shot at the sun with a gun/shot at his wily one, only friend":

Listen to this he shot and he missed. So Juno got what he deserved imprisonment was all that he earned. So let's stop on in and see if he learned a god damn thing.

The Tally Hall song "The Mind Electric" serves as the base for three new forms: The Heart Acoustic is the first, expressing the character of Heart—a spirited being prone to swooping experiences of vicissitudinous emotion, disparaging Mind while illustrating what Heart strives for:

Choose to sit safely out of the sun away from rays so blinding to the eye. Singing songs someone's already sung averting gaze from beautiful light. But as complacency settles, anxieties will rise and part this soul as Jekyll parted Hyde. Now I'm one half of a hollow man's lies the love, the hate, the emotional side.

While the heart strives to reach for the "light", the source of its inspiration, the full self lies in stagnation; wanting to act, but not doing it. This expresses very clearly the sensation of executive dysfunction as I've experienced it myself, being aware of potential, of oneself not acting toward it, and the infuriating awareness of not knowing why.

"I know that I'm weak. I know that I'm vile. But sometimes that's what's needed to survive." That's what I'll say to rationalize. "I'm needed if we're to stay alive." And yet, here I lie with black sunken eyes. My Mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void. The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied. Condemned 'til we are both all but destroyed.

The Heart here recognizes the coping mechanisms of self-preservation as an attempt to justify its own presence in the self. But at the same time it is aware of the continued inaction of the self, and recognizes that its presence is not enough to pull the self from that inaction as well as that while passive, the total self is condemned by the Mind.

But I know that one plus one can't equal two if happiness is both our truths. Our total sum must equal one if we're to find that golden hue. So spiraling down entropically, I beg of thee have mercy on me. I am just a boy, you see. I plead of thee, have sympathy for me. See how it hurts when the sound begins to ring. And you feel it start to rot and you beg for it to stop But you've already dug your lot in the ground.

The Heart sees itself and the Mind, recognizing the conflict between them and the hostility and believing them to be inevitable; overcome with fatalism and sliding into a role of victimization, it blames Mind for the situation and sees death as an inevitable conclusion.

See how the Mind tricks the Soul into being something sickly, dead and cold. as you feel it start to tire and fester so, so slowly. Up until the point where it will finally die, just in time to see what could have been. Do what you want, you automaton freak. No I can no longer bring myself to care. This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak so take control, let's see how you fare.

Heart's fatalism has bled into apathy, and control is handed off to Mind with a dare to do what Heart believes impossible: to find, or create, a reason not to kill the self.

The song following The Heart Acoustic is Spring and a Storm, establishing the views of Mind.

One time I tried to sing about... I don't know, but it was nothing fucking new. Yet another platitude. Yet another platitude. "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, bla-blah blah" is all they heard. Oh, you thought they were listening? No, don't be absurd.

The Mind defines itself beginning with a deep awareness of its unoriginality; everything to say, in the self for Mind or out of it for the self as a whole, has already been said. Nobody cares, and so it's both ridiculous and pointless to try to say anything at all.

I'm sure you really sang your Heart out or I'm sure that's how it seemed. But you and I both know so well now that looks can be deceiving. 'Cos "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, bla-blah blah" is so overdone. For a man cloaked in daylight, you sure hate the sun. When the tears stream down one day, obfuscated by the rain can you truly say with a straight face that you tried your best?

Heart is seen by Mind as pointless; spouting meaningless words while hiding in self pity, the inaction of the self as "not trying". This calls again to executive dysfunction and the ease with which someone blames themselves in the simultaneous desire to do something and awareness of their inaction.

As Mind pauses, Heart (denoted in parentheses) takes the opportunity to snap pointedly at him:

(Mr. Mind?) Yeah? (What do you see behind those dead, leaden eyes?)

Instead of returning the insult, Mind expresses his view of the self:

A Soul, so deep, and dark, and eternally cold. And an oath, formed from us both, that it would stay whole. But I think if I left it to you you'd fall under its weight and kill it too. But I won't let you ruin what we could still be. We have so much left to sing such a plain and simple thing. Yet your silence lines this pit in which we have lain. All this rage, despair, and shame that's been caged, ensnared and flamed form this atom bomb of songs refused to be played. So if you insist on crying while our host is slowly dying then I'll cut you loose and spare this noose the dead weight.

The self, as seen by Mind, is ultimately a thing of potential; potential restrained by the indecisive, self-pitying presence of Heart. Recognizing that Heart is part of the self, Mind still is expressly willing to try to separate the two of them to spare the self from wasting its potential—even if this is still by killing the self, at least it isn't wasted passively. But Mind still remembers a mutual oath between itself and heart, to continue living. Mind, ironically, is defined by this contradiction: pushing the self to keep living while threatening an end to it in death.

From here, The Mind Electric begins with an extended roast of Heart by Mind.

I could go on, but let's leave it there. Resident Heart is feeble and frail. A scourge to purge; due diligence is all Silent, sad outbursts, inaudible wails dictate he never does as he's told. Fathers of fathers, brothers of sons, deterred from being what they know what they can. All because heart refuses to run. This creature hardly resembles a man. My logic is the absolute. His pity parties simply harm these chances at an apt repute: esteemed regard in place of mockery.

Mind leans into Heart's coping mechanism of self-pity, using it as a means to infantilize and dehumanize Heart. Heart is blamed for the way those external to the self see them, for their inaction, and for not taking decisive action to end it all. Mind also reinforces itself as an authority through judicial wording. The relations of father and son also echo the root of the heart/mind dichotomy as being based in Christian philosophy, where it's used to reflect and define the trinity with the individual psyche.

I can't claim that I enjoy this, covering for a tortured boy that's slowly tired of all his toys. His wiles and woes ring like white noise. And I know that it's hard to see my rhyme behind the entropy, but if he'd just once humor me, he'd see we need to live life logically. See how the Heart plays profound (See how he lies) But the depth is insincere a pathetic, thin veneer.

Mind continues condemning Heart, blaming it for the self's state of inaction and arguing for Mind's own necessity as a part of the self.

The Mind Electric is punctured with a new tone though, and the Soul Eclectic begins—establishing Soul, a third figure, claiming authority over both Heart and Mind. Heart is represented in parentheses here, and Mind in brackets.

Yo. Call me the Soul or call me my name. Oh, label me whatever you would like. Call me your host or call me insane if that will help you stay in line. (He's a damn madman) [He's a depressed fool] (Is that the one you truly want to be?) [Abandon him and we could be free.] Warring all night, abhorrent and trite. You seem to forget you answer to me. Fathers of fathers, I know that I'm vile. Let's see how long it takes to murder me. Neither is wrong, yet neither is right. Condemn him to the infirmary. You must be so arrogant to think that either of you can control the Soul so wholly, when to be the whole you can't hold solely.

Soul is frenetic, unleashed—exactly what should fit what both Heart and Mind have seemed to idealize. But seeing him, they recoil; Soul is ravenous for power, for action, for control, for freedom all at once and is exactly what Heart & Mind see as an obstacle to each of their aims. Soul, for his part, holds just as much disdain for them: he dares them to kill him, high on the sensation of his freedom and believing it unstoppable. Soul's challenge is the direct opposite of Heart's earlier challenge to Mind.

Scattering sparks of thought energy deliver me and carry me away. Here in my kingdom I am your lord I order you to cower and præy. 'Cos I'm not nearly kind enough to leave you parasites inside me Stumbling loosely down this path in hopes the other's struck by lightning.

Soul continues to establish his authority, legitimizing the claim to power by trying to set the self as his kingdom. There could be a potential double meaning here in lightning; Mind and Heart could be just as eager for each other to be struck with inspiration as they would be for them to be struck from existence.

([I. Am. Me.]) See how the serfs work the ground. ([See how they fall]) And they give it all they've got. And they give it all they've got. And they give it all they've got 'til they're down. ([HA HA HA HA HA HA])

For a moment, united against Soul, Heart & Mind are united; the source of that unity distracts them from noticing it at the same time though, and they soon split again:

(See how he laughs at you) [Seethe as he snarls at you] (He will never understand) [Watch him struggle just to stand] (A cold and bitter stance) [The weaker half of man] (What a calculated, degradated hand) [Watch him beg and bargain, time and time again.] See how they fight all day. The other half just won't hear what's had to say. It's just the game they play here in this labyrinth maze. Screams with no sense for why. One more day and one more night One more black and one more white One more chance is all you've left to turn the tides. Tridential regicide I won't hesitate to kill my Heart and Mind. I will abdicate these deviants sat inside. I'll take you down in tandem when this rope is tied.

Split again, Heart and Mind squabble by attributing traits of Soul to each other while Soul makes an ultimatum: One more day and One more night to live and find or create a reason to, or Soul in his decisive fashion will follow through on what Mind could only threaten with.

What follows is The Bidding; Mind's lines in brackets [], Heart's in parentheses (), and Soul in curly brackets {}. After Heart and Mind continue arguing while Soul's deadline approaches, a shift comes with Heart & Mind overlapping:

[You claim to relish entropy but I see] (Stuck, deteriorating helplessly, endlessly) [The order which you beg to hold you down to the ground] (The 'Ruler' of our Soul, left never crowned, forever bound.) ([Your [silence] (violence) deafens more than any sound]) {Oh my god. Holy shit. We were there, that was it. Did you see, harmony, if only temporarily? The halves I reviled An attempt to concile. One more time, go again. No, this can't be the end. It was mean. It was vile. Like a freak. Like a child. But for once, Heart and Mind had finally combined. I believe. I concede. You can finally enweave. If not for you or for him then please do it for me. 'Cos I don't know how much more I can take. This creeping, seeping, sickly, sweeping, heinous [heartache] (headache.) So please, won't you just attempt to be free. 'Cos I think I can finally be me.

Heart & Mind's moment of unity against Soul, and awareness of it, come with the realization that the structure of authority needs to be overturned to exist in unity; the Soul can't act without reason and emotion, and neither of them can exist while subjugated by Soul.

Two Wuv follows, solidifying the unity of the self:

Brothers, friends and family, I hope you understand that the person you see is a dark, divided man, but the fact is that is just who I am, and I can't keep selling this facade when I know that it's a scam. Father, Saint and Mary, I hope you understand, but your sermons are fucked, and it's time to take a stand 'cos I'm sick of hearing fears and demands. Can you tell me the point in preaching if I'm already damned?

The self has reconciled the parts, and accepted the unity; telling friends and family members about it, and about the euphoria found in that truth.

That unity isn't tolerated by the spiritual authority, and a part of the realization of the self is to recognize that that unity and continued existence stands despite the wrongful preaching of those spiritual authorities. The self has heard their sermons plenty, but has overcome them through realization of their own psychospiritual unity; their existence itself disproves the claims made in the preaching, and the only thing these spiritual authorities could want is to kill the united self either through forcing the appearance of conformity, or making them kill themselves literally and directly.

To anyone who knows me, I'm sure I sound absurd, but I'm an egoistic queer under any definition of the word, but I think, for the first time in my life that these oddities that bonded me aren't worth the fucking strife. So call me sick or crazy if that's what you'd prefer, but that rotten melody is one I've already heard and you can stick that shit where it can't be harmonized. I refuse to be the person that my parents eulogize.

The self is triumphant: existence continues, with a new sense of pride in unity, their own identity found and forged in defiance of the external disparagement.

Altogether, Chonny has threaded these songs into something entirely new: a saga of self in multitude, the currents of neurodivergence, queerness and spirituality coming together in a surging portrait of internal & external dialogue. The songs not mentioned all have just as many layers to look into, and these have only been chosen for being particularly relevant to the narrative of Cacophony.

[freyjaofthenorth]

anyway folk spirituality is just as legitimate and worthy of respect as organised religions

[anodyneocean]

I often get signs through music, and build a lot of my worship around it (hence why I gravitated to Amdusias initially) Not to be a hater, but while I was combing through other people’s Nyx tribute playlists, the overwhelming majority that I’ve found are filled with soft gentle things like lo-fi and mumble rap. All the power to you if that’s your kind of thing, but... Goddess of Night, first child of Chaos? That does not feel like the vibe to me.  This is the playlist that I’ve thrown together and continue to update as I find things that belong. This blend is all over the place, mostly focused on alternative music (Metal/Rock/EBM), but also has some unexpected additions that screamed out to be included.

[unimatrix-420]

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

Edward Abbey

[the-earth-priestess]

i have something precious i want to share with the world: kindness, hope and unconditional love.

there's so much hatred and apathy in the world right now. so much disgust and repulsion between everyone. if you, like me, are tired of looking at the state of this world -- maybe you can stand up for what's right.

maybe you can empower yourself, heal yourself to be a leader of your own life. maybe you can turn to those who pose challenges in your circles and argue back, fight back, change the world one person at a time.

i believe to heal Nature, to reform society so we treat everyone with respect and kindness, and to progress past capitalism, we need to each change the way we behave and think. on a deep level. we need to nurture a sacrality for not just Nature, but people. everyone. even that bigot you hate. even that radfem that sucks. even that ableist who hurt you.

but to do that, we need to feel safe, comfortable and sacred within ourselves first. we need a community of leftists that are like-minded, and willing to use the arts to promote change and transform the world.

maybe this all sounds too good to be true. maybe you're doubting yourself, or me, and don't want to take any chances. but i'll say one more thing: you are never obligated to do anything.

i'll leave a link a here, just in case this resonated.

harlequinventi's coven

hope to see you soon!

[deepseatime]

i don't like super love the trend of seeing leftist nominally progressive people making the 'actually atheism is morally worse than being religious' argument. like yeah the words are changed so the big evil that atheists are supporting is 'the capitalist system' rather than 'the actual biblical devil' but its still dipping too close into territory of hardcore conservative christian ideology for me