Lamat – Hi Thinking
I was aware of having thoughts or memories…
Talamasca – Psychological Dynamite
This can be psychological dynamite…
Delirious – Silver Sky
The power to control people’s minds… Make them think or do whatever I want…
Bamboo Forest – In the pueblo
Sometimes it appears that we’re reaching a period when our senses and our minds will no longer respond to moderate stimulation. We seem to be approaching an Age of The Gross. Persuasion through speeches and books is too often discarded for disruptive demonstrations aimed at bludgeoning the unconvinced into action. The young and by this I don’t mean by any stretch of the imagination all the young, but I’m talking about those who claim to speak for the young at the zenith of physical power and sensitivity, overwhelm themselves with drugs and artificial stimulants. Subtly is lost and fine distinctions based on acute reasoning are carelessly ignored in a headlong jump to a predetermined conclusion. Life is visceral,(p) rather than intellectual. And the most visceral practitioners of life are those who characterize themselves as intellectuals. Truth is to them is revealed rather than logically proved. And the principal infatuations of today revolve around the Social Sciences, those subjects which can accommodate any opinion and about which the most reckless conjecture cannot be discredited.
Critical Choice – Roots
I did have a moment of conscious awakening
Atma – In the beginning…
Every life is a riddle. The answer to mine is a knowledge born of darkness. It wasn’t always that. In the beginning I still had questions. In the beginning my mystery still remained…
Atma – Timeless solitude
The sound ceased. Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While that voice sounded, London had still seemed alive. Now, suddenly, there was a change, the passing of something and all that remained was this gaunt quite.
Atma – Fortress of the Mind
We are left alone staring into the abyss. Into the laughing face of madness. We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter, breaching the fragile fortress of our mind. Allowing the monster without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss. Into the laughing face of madness.
Atma – The Rise Of Overman
We sit together the mountain and i, until only the mountain remains. Man is a rope, tied between beast and Overman — a rope over an abyss. A dangerous across, a dangerous on-the-way, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous shuddering and stopping. What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going under. I love those who know how to live, for they are those who cross over.
Atma – Intro
Sometimes I admit to myself that it’s possible I will never be able to finish my life’s work. My one and only book…
