The Duelist

It spreads unseen, a pathogen undermining the apparently-static overlay of form that covers the nature of things. It replicates, propagates itself through unseen and undetectable vectors. It changes the host, transforms them into unique expressions of itself, myriad versions of the same thing.

We are all the same fucker. All of us are the same thing.

All we need to do is wake up and realize it.

Sometimes you really are just warming the seat for the guy who’s really in charge. Sometimes no one can do the job of running the show but you. Sometimes all you can really do is hold the fort and hope the real king comes home soon and takes the responsibility off your hands.

Things happen in threes, you know. King, Wizard, and Minstrel.

Every nation has the myth of a sleeping king, come to return when his kingdom is in greatest peril. And when the king sleeps, so does the wizard, and the minstrel.

Here’s the deal. Last night I went into the astral and I clawed my way to Tiphareth and I pretty much declared war on Science’s banishing spell of Utter Certainty, knowing full well that I was demolishing one of the most powerful pieces of protection shielding me from the craziness that is a magical world.

So why did I do it? Why smash the world’s shell? As Kozue put it in my little piece of fanfiction ‘In the Shadow of Revolution’, why awaken a blissfully sleeping world? Because I was not blissfully sleeping. I am tired of blissfully sleeping. Take this for example: There is a girl out there that I have allowed myself to dream about, allowed myself to want, but I am too fucking scared to have. I dream of having her but my paradigm doesn’t allow me to have her. And all the spells and sigils and hypersigils in the world won’t let me have her if my paradigm cannot contemplate the thought of having her.

Same is true with other things. Vast wealth, mental powers, lightning bolts at ten paces. Part of me, the part that has bought into the scientific paradigm of utter certainty, is utterly sure that I cannot have these things. And for what? To stave of the fear of the unknown. The results that cannot be reproduced in a laboratory setting.

Give me the fear, then. Let me stare the fear in the eye, the fear that you get when you stand on a ledge and realize that the option to jump off, jump to your death, is available and nothing is stopping you from choosing to do so. It’s not the jumping that’s scary. It’s the fact that the option to do so exists.

Give me the fear. The manic, mercurial, orange-tinged fear that gives wings to your feet. Let me grin, giddy and breathless at the realization that everything is possible, in a real, visceral sense. Let me see ghosts standing on street corners, in darkened windows. Let me sense demons clawing at my feet. Let me fear attacks from unknown forces. Let me live. Let me die.

Nothing is real, you see. And I don’t mean this in a postmodernly-hip way. Nothing is certain. And since reality is certain (otherwise it wouldn’t be real) then nothing is real. Not even change is constant. Even change changes. Wrap your brain around that one. Even change changes. And that is really. Fucking. Scary. That’s what everyone is afraid of in the end. Uncertainty. That’s what divination was invented for, prediction, the science of narrowing the choices down to what we can see, a role now largely filled by science.

When I was a child, I wanted to be a scientist because I thought that with science anything was possible. But you see, with science, only one thing is possible. Everything else is extraneous, probabilities that do not occur. Because we want to see how everything works, don’t we. And once we know how everything works we assume that everything must work that way all the time.

But I refuse to open the box to see if the cat is dead or alive. It doesn’t matter anymore. The cat is dead and alive at the same time. And by not looking, the cat is permitted to be both at once. Both at once, and it’s allowed because I allow myself not to be certain. Certainty is the tyranny of what is, what can be. And I refuse to submit myself to the tyranny any longer.

It doesn’t matter to me anymore how these things will enter my life, wealth, power, wisdom, enlightenment, her; what matters now is that they are permitted to do so in whatever process allows these things to come to pass. These things are permitted to occur because I refuse to rule out the outlandish ways in which they may happen. There are no coincidences, only synchronicities.

Nothing is real; everything is permitted.

(With thanks to http://www.key23.net/occulture/post/466 for the heads up.)

Conflicts are beginning to erupt all around. Wars all over the globe, skirmishes in my school after a long period of peace, attacks against the cabal itself. Little arguments with close friends and loved ones. I confess to not knowing enough about astrology to make any sort of correlation with this and the alignment of the stars. Even the I Ching reading regarding the situation confounds me: 15. Modesty to 27. Corners of the Mouth.

What is going on? What is coming to a head? Not to sound apocalyptic, but why is this happening now? What is influencing us all?