Existential Transcendence (its poetic analogue)

[Origins]

This poetry is heart, mind and gut (action) combined which I think Self Transcendent Poetry reflects, something I wanted to be completely distinct from heart poetry:

Heart poetry - https://www.actualized.org/forum/topic/63534-poetry-slowly-growing-to-an-inferno-again/

Instead of doing nothing on the forum for a while I thought I'd just devote my attention here to help my mind piece together the subconscious architecture of the book on Existential Transcendence I will complete by the end of the year.

This poetry will naturally reflect my struggles, triumphs, questions and so on therein.

+ just any addendum to the book aka https://www.actualized.org/forum/topic/63753-existential-transcendence-important-questions/

Music will come as it comes, my instincts will change as they change (at least a few weeks). Those that are introspective enough are loyal and those that are not are disloyal, it's straight forward in that regard as a rule of thumb (unless they see something to gain, whether that thing is there in actual reality or not). When you evolve, not everyone is going to like it for various reasons, most of the time though through no malice of their own its simply because they really struggle with a term known as "object permanence", they create an image of you in their mind and instead of updating that image of you in real time they experience too much dissonance when they see you act differently that they're unable to reconceptualise the identity structure they've assigned to you.

In these moments it'll take wisdom from you to work double time on the reconceptualisation where you're not only reconceptualising your own self structure but also there's based on those changes along with the fact that they're not yet showing signs to accept those changes. Sometimes there will be conflict, as a part of your progress I recommend you either (1) save your mental energy on that conceptualisation and just move on (2) do it as a part of your conceptualisation (3) number 1 and ignore until either they come around or for the betterment of you in this case, you've both moved on. Protect your growth at all costs, hold no guests who don't respect your territory, keep no prisoners and let the rest of the chips fall as they may. It will be an excellent opportunity for you to view the rawness of their reactions regardless, document the patterns and draw any appropriate intelligent boundaries to correspond to those patterns as a part of your training on foresight for future social interactions. Focus on your growth, let the rest of the world burn because the world needs your care towards growth more than your care towards it, the latter is consequential to ultimate growth not an intrinsic goal. We have a lot of fish to fry on this planet after-all.

Object permanence: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Object_permanence#:~:text=Object permanence is the understanding,children's social and mental capacities.

Consider your chaotic metamorphosis as chaos to peoples perception of you, it is, our psyche needs stable images of the world around us in order to cope, so there's empathy there but first and foremost boundaries on your part as another's inability shouldn't be your emotional disability in the use of your time. Let them figure it out themselves, its not your business anyhow how they view you, let the chips fall as they may outside of "intrinsic connections" (for lack of a better way of describing them), for example, there's much I wouldn't inform my father, friends and siblings simply because I understand where and what they can understand and where they can't, for everything else, its explorational. Here though, well, there's no social betting table here. I make the changes I want regardless of any social currency any other's wish to pretend exist, that only becomes an ongoing conversation with the universes changes if I've explicitly stated such, you know if I have, you know if I haven't. These things are earned of course, on both parts, this is the medium of exchange concerning relative respect, respect also here being the subtle framework for our ability to embrace universal chaos as a whole through the higher order we attempt to imbue ourselves with in our strive towards growth and development.

Edited April 3, 2021 by Origins

[Origins]

Title: Social Perception is not perception

This distinct perception

Of my awareness

Catching itself in the wind

What is its mirror? Break it, the names my mind put there are not real

This unfortunate break, with reality (not in the literal sense)

Is ultimately necessary, to see reality clearly

To pierce the veil of my pre-programming

Sit in the truth of now

A culture of what other than the truth of now, a culture of noise

The same underlying patterns of moderately rearranged words, dances and songs, stimulating merely due to an oversight in perception

What cultures are newly born these days outside of the heinous?

I cannot stand another facebook like as the universe is creating new galaxies, solar systems and planets

I cannot stand reading another twitter comment as new blackholes, nebulas and supernova's are being generated

I cannot stand to hear about another funeral beyond intelligent sentiment when the universe has existed for seemingly infinity, why do we let our fellow humans get away with such lies about death?

More importantly though, why do we let them get away with such lies in and about life? 

Who are the courageous? 

Who are the bold?

Who are the cognitive?

New cultures need to be born, with elegance in artistry, intellectualism and new folklore community

The lines of time distorted with a paint stroke, the measurement of mans extentionality through the wit of his brow, the chains of distance created by artificial social technologies broken down with a heart that pairs with the higher mind

Where real people, meet with real people

What is a real person? This definition has proved unsatisfactory for several centuries

Who is in line with the ebbs and flows of nature?

Who is in line with the ever evolving nature of the universe?

Is this too much to ask from a supposed sentient ape?

To understand life right, to do life right and then to go proudly into that good night (death) when all is said and done

Scrub well, scrub right

This distinct perception

No longer cradled in the arms of social illusion

The confusion of other men and women's perception can often be ones own greatest confusion

So do yours right, and you will go well, into that good night

Do not make your perception of others your own, otherwise you will be without error only an error in personal judgement

Owned

 

 

Edited April 3, 2021 by Origins

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Title: Be horny not just in the pants, but for perception too

What is this hormonal destiny?

Shouldn’t I just make do and be free (meaning keep pushing forward)

Visualise the timelapse of realities formation and realise I’m at the end of a beam of a light that has to continue beyond the best mans failure in foresight

Stay on the existential tightrope, it’s a long way down

As very few men before me have properly seen

Thus what makes me think I see those depths

Mans greatest failure is his lack of perception

Thus what must mine be? 

Thus what would be my greatest triumph?

If I’m horny, hold it tight and steer it right

Extending it as a part of the ongoing transcendence of the universe

A natural aspect of its evolution

And when I’m ready, keep it steady and make her orgasm with more perception than any man before her has understood how

That is real love in action 

To perceive and express what no man has perceived and articulated before

To hold that devotion in not just his heart and action but his mind 

To paint the mental universe, his comprehension of infinity and in doing so the infinite ways he still and must progress

To express that in action that understands, not just towards his woman but the whole universe

This is also, true devotion

Where both the micro and macro worlds

Are held,

In whole

So what is this hormonal destiny?

A natural embracing of the universes unfoldment and in doing so, your transcendence with God (if we are to call it that), with her too

In hormonal unity

Perceiving everything, everywhere including every no thing and every no where

Together, in One transcendental perception 

One explosion, one blackhole

Rebirth

Of Perception

 

 

Edited April 3, 2021 by Origins

[Origins]

Title: Fuck off inspiration, true dedication already has you covered, but how do we get there?

What is this dedication

Fuck off inspiration

That stuff is old hat

In a sense, watch the bats

Leave the caves once we turn on all the lights

The dedication to remove all that which is outdated

Left with everything to love therefore be dedicated to and created

Inspiration is a fad, love (and therefore inspiration) is simply the pure resolve of the heart 

There’s no effort in that

That’s all truncated, vacated to this point in my poem, a former agitation no longer a fated aggravation to bloom

This heart, now has only art

Left, with only something to be blessed

Who does this other than me?

Isn’t this what it means to be born free?

I think so, I mean that’s what I can now wear on my latchkey

Imagine if you removed everything you didn’t need to know

Life now only has order outside the chaos of disordering that required you to have weaponry, say hi, to your crossbow

Fuck off inspiration, get right on designation, and you will have your inspiring dedication

Make a list of all the things you haven’t come to terms with about existence that your subconscious is hiding like a blind spot in an over spotted Dalmatian

Make a list of all the things about how you organise your existence, in any which way, that are outdated which now need a new NFL formation

This is, your personal political litigation 

Search art, literature, references of various kinds, to the point where your mind has gone blind and is forced to only focus on its illumination 

Afterwards,

Your migration, to your, universal infinity, respective of the level of untruth that you’ve removed from your prior subconscious fixations

What and who to locate in this mentation?

The true you, this is all this is about in the end

Suspend life, calculation, until you can transcend

 

Edited April 3, 2021 by Origins

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Title: Open Chaos and this oak tree of time 

This open chaos

I do submit

I don’t give two fucks now

I must commit

These patterns of my mind

Are just an oak trees heights of time

Cut them down

And let this false crown

Drown, in the sea below

For these patterns of my mind 

Are now being redesigned

I am prepared to die

For what I believe to be true

Is there any greater pattern to amplify?

What is this worldview

Now I see it all as voodoo

Just stupid people

Like a beautiful beetle

Humbly walking across a leaf on the this fallen oak tree of belief

Cut up into smaller logs

Make a fire

Watch the past burn

Become inspired

And, watch that burn too

See the smoke

Rush in the open air 

And so too then, prior needs towards despair

You have no need to cling, for you see reality as it is

All branded in this ring, you engraved with the hot iron you stoked in this fire 

But no need to wear it for what would it bring, for you, are already higher

Go on now, create this bonfire

Burn all of time, this is, your purifier 

This chaos of life, now embraced

All cultures, now defaced

My own culture now blooms, apparent rudeness even heard from the calmest buddhist

Trueness is the word, everything else then, dead by its acuteness

Plant this oak tree seed

Water it daily 

Stand in the piercing light of truth called our sun of this solar system

And as you begin to listen, you will have, your guiding wisdom 

Growing on this new oak tree of time

Stronger than ever before with all chaos synthesised and understood by the minds highest designs

You are the sole creator here

Now what universe will you create?

For all the lands and the people, relying on you to understand it better than they

For compassion and forgiveness has still not gone, completely astray

They look to you as god, a kind of existential safety you did away with when you burned down the former oak tree of time

Bravely now, you need no sense of safety

A kind of frailty, taken by anti-fragility 

So the complaints of the world, now look to you, who stands so tall

Because they are weak and still wish to live, so what will you do?

Big oak tree, who now handles all chaos of life

Remember your compassion, do not cause, too much strife 

Though, be masterful, for these creatures are cunning 

Because they foolishly believe, they’re in this for the running

To win some prize, no, this is only funny

A laugh with time, brings truth to the whole illusory concept

This precept on the chaos of existence consider complete, now off to have the time of my life without replete 

Of past outside of higher patterns

Of pain outside of seeking more where it grows this new oak tree of dominated chaos

Better than to see this truth, is to live it, while I’m still in a good youth 

Death will come, and so too, a greater unity with life I had never lost but was blind to

This chaos of life, I love you 

The unknown, even those living in the darkest parts of my soul

Bring out, be illuminated

This life was just being socially animated

And now you, exterminated, decimated, made anew

And now all that’s left, is to continue to see through

Life’s purview beyond the blue, that’s all this is with chaos

Now you see, what you must do

Look after your new oak tree, and let it burn when it’s meant to be burned

Use it for fire, to leave behind, an empire 

That too, will be burned 

What is man left to grab onto when he has lost everything of the world he formerly held so dear?

His anti-fragility to the chaos of life

Everything else, is his weakness to bare, slowly burning him away like those logs of time that most others cannot release their cling to

Burn, burn, burn 

The strength is yours, now earned

Transcendence, now made amends with the continuous changing forces of life unknown 

So let everything go, time to, disown

Only holding dear to loyalties with your smartest wit, highest love in the heart and strongest bone

Ashes to ashes, everything now

Outgrown

 

 

Edited April 5, 2021 by Origins

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Title: My romantic homology, biology transcended by my philosophy 

 

As I sit here

Ready to jump off the pier

I contemplate my entire biology

In doing so, my inner philosophy

 

Rip my shoulder out, I do not care

Just makes me bolder, father much older

Break an arm, I do not care

Torture me I’ll remain calm, I do not care

Sleep deprived, I do not care

Burn my insides, I do not care

Make me stupid, I do not care

Make me ugly on OkCupid, I do not care

 

I have turned against my entire biology

Now transcendence is my last philosophy

For I see the evil it’s done, so now I turn this into fun

 

Reverse engineering all of its mechanisms

So I can make higher decisions

From the compass of this biologies highest authority

They call it intelligence, it will be, my excellence

 

This awareness is all I have, and when it’s gone I’m better off gone

Make this awareness into the highest authority, I do care

Make this awareness into the greatest love of history, I do care

Make this awareness penetrate all mysteries, I do care

Make this awareness destroy all miseries, I do care 

 

For awareness is, true care

 

Transcendence, I speak to you like you are your own entity

I come for you now

My first war this biology,

Under you, this new philosophy, 

The destroyer of all false

Inner ontologies

 

This is my romantic homology, where the universes design within it is made homologous

 

For you my love, you’ve forced me to ascend again to a new level

Like I said, you keep on making me grow to the next ascension 

 

With awareness I can override, 

That is how,

I will take to the skies

With you, always within me

So I, 

Can truly see

(You are my true sight)

As far as boldness can go, 

Like my father, 

No matter how old I may grow

The universe will know, 

My love transcendent

Starting trillions of years

Ago

Time to jump...

 

 

 

 

 

Edited April 4, 2021 by Origins

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Title: The truth discovered, that is all that matters. Love transcended beyond attachment

What are people so afraid about when they find out that their love is unreciprocated?

You loved, you did it true, non-manipulated and saw it all the way through

Who are you but the brave?

Who are you but the bold?

If you truly love, you are not attached

You can go on loving, finding true love as it comes

To transcend attachment, is to transcend false love

Well done

You perfect dove

Transcendent is your love, so you will attract, someone equally this way

Forget all those, that fall astray

You are not here to be loved

You are here to transcend and through that, love