Engaging the Eagle and the Star Savoir

Posted in eraserweb - chaotic, eraserweb - expressions, eraserweb - favorites, eraserweb - tarot, Uncategorized on January 31, 2017 by eraserweb
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Canadian naturalist Robert Bateman’s apprehension of the grace of natural vision

Conjugation of life’s experiences  into memory has long been a study of anyone who  has wondered about their place in history, or the polarities pressed into geography.

The vision of the eagle is an example of the valence of an expression of life’s vital forces.

The term conjugation is immediately a term that intimates a re-interpretation of order, a chaotic dice roll or subterfugal card shuffle.

To counter the linearity of expressed desire as apprehended by the Eagle’s eye on the world, there is the wisdom of water acquired from the pool of hydro-pneumatic forces as captured by “The Star.” Here we find a congrex of critical forces (sometimes a quotient of gears) that engage the flow of the feminine role of nature in duplicity : both the creator of life through birth as well as provider of wisdom and insight through the fire of intution.

Just as many stars are ostensible nuclear furnaces that may give life to other planets, so too is the star the locus of attention in a self-similar progenation of life or life in miniature.

By understanding different applications of the 5 Elements of Blood, Earth, Air, Fire and Water we can see problem solving in both linear and non-linear applications of biomechanic gnosis.

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Light and Lucre for the Stars We Are

More importantly the two approaches become three once we learn the parallax syntax problem solving and triangulation of desire.  This is important to note as there are day to day experiences which we only encounter or engage peripherally and have not been able to find a locus or denominative signative. (In Tarot, a significator).

This is where the biomechanic of the birth of a new day becomes a welcome novation and through this dynamo, memories get made from the mere qualiat experiences which now, through a significat locus, can be said to exist.

Confidence to approach every day is always just a look and a lake away.

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The Five Part Godhead – A Step into the Fifth Dimension

Posted in Uncategorized on February 18, 2015 by eraserweb
The 5 Part Godhead

The 5 Part Godhead

This may make Freudian science more up to date and reconcile Derrida and Lacan.

Or maybe it’s just good Eye Candy.

The Five (5) Problems in Metaphysics

Posted in Uncategorized on January 18, 2015 by eraserweb

There are five problems in the problems of metaphysics.  These five problems even can resolve “The Problem of Evil” and why we lose evolution points and end up in the dark ages. Why certain things have to be spelled certain ways, why certain people are “cursed” with never being able to find an epiphany.
1. Atrophy

2. Entropy

3. Casualty

4. Telemetry

5. Efficacy
Atrophy – signal (neuronet transmission) is fired off but has gyroscopics or too fixed a teleology (conversely, a weak heuristics
sensor).  The resulting path (an Urchin) is then only able to be burned for it’s arrogance.  Which leads to the thermodynamic
principles of loss. Atrophy occurs when a shot goes through and the facular tube of observation collapses.
This is where YouTube turns you into YouBoob.
Entropy – the signal builds a brittle barrier as it travels, this barrier eventually gains a heat value and loses calibre.  The seed signal
is therefore looked at as “any other nut”.  Cause of hypothalamic fluctuations while under the influence of amphetamines.
Casualty – in the process of “Life” being a system of semiotic stimulus packages (some running with different frequency, amplitude, wave material and shape),
there are going to be elements, considered to be “real” and/or “important” which are killed off in the process of running to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
Agents lost have to be accounted for, then removed from areas for purposes of sanitation.
Telemetry – This problem involves the “osirian” test of Authenticity of Office (an office is what issues operations as well as operators).  When this breaks you get the
“well so and so says we can’t do this because he said so.” Egyptian originally had what is now called wireless network neuralnets which would require authentication for certain
programs or protocular rewrites or “what to do next to build that pyramid”.
Efficacy – This was initially understood by Brad as the ease of which characters are slinged together to form words and phrases which perform effects such as:

  1. Attraction

  2. Dissuasion

  3. Comprehension

  4. Detention

  5. Prohibition

The story goes that Cyrwydwynn of Wales had had (or does have, as she still lives) the highest understanding of this positive polemical polarity. She had understood things such as “this word will require two of the same letters because you have to kill off an old idea before the word launches into another phrase).”  All of this is why she was the Queen of Soul Scripting.

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Where the Crox is Lyra?

Posted in Uncategorized on November 15, 2014 by eraserweb
Prison of Lyres

Pristine as a Pomegranate, that quartz triangle can’t even read my real name…

“Hey where you from? What are you on? What are you doing? What is your real name? How do you spell ignorant interrogation?”

“Why don’t I send you a photon packet, it’s like my personal app.  It can reveal much about myself and our larger stellar origins.”

“Lyra? That’s what I just read. Isn’t that in Italy somewhere?”

“Actually it’s a constellation which shows up over here as a bunch of stars but are actually bi-fractive rays of light information that, to the astute observer here on Earth will show that these stars are actually planets.  They all have real names, rather than Lyran Planet 000.  Some are visited by dragons, lions, honeybees and eagles.”

“Oh really? Does this planet have Beer? It should be the Prism of Beera”

“There were some bars and breweries on Vega, one of the planets, but they moved operations to Terra Firma, here.”

“What kind of beer did they have? Blue? I like Canadian.”

“Memory doesn’t serve me well with beriad beverages.  I know they have VelaMints™ for bad breath.”

“I always wanted alien beer.  What are the names of the other planets, we got Vega…”

“Actually, and perhaps it was beer goggles that had caused much of this problem, we have contested the names of things “down here. There is a competition going on here to get the names right and registered properly on our planet here, Alcyone.”

“So, Alcyone is not one of the names?”

“No, Alcyone is supposedly part of the Pleiades, a similar story to the Lyrans, but it’s actually part of a deeper and more mysterious arrangement of cosmos.  We’re working every day at different day labour jobs, not knowing the Meaning of Life, and hoping that somewhere the memory of our real terrestrial alignments and historical victories will return, raising population and consumer morale.”

“Have you ever eaten squid?”

“Squid, Calamari, Octopus – I love sushi!”

“I’m just saying that because you’re starting to look like you have a squid on your head.  Maybe it’s the genetic memory of Beer Goggles.”

“Ahh, you must mean i’m looking like Zuul, one of the Druid’s Avatars – there’s also Corto who looks like a honeybee, and Z’ev, who looks like a fly.  Inventive people those Lyran Druids are. Allow me to add a graphic asset for your perusal.”

Zuul the Talented

Those Ghostbusters beliefs may be realized! Druids who worked with the Sumerian Necronomicon will know “There is no Zuul, only YouTube.”

“So what is your wager for the Lyran Planets?

“Well there’s always 5 of something that I have to name, like the TetraGrammaton (which only really has 2 1/3 names named …) So far we have …

1. Vega

2. Avalon

3. Mithras

4. Frojn

5. Arcadia

“My friend, I think you might have the right five, some day we’ll go out for a beer.  Right now I’m on E talking to people that don’t come from my culture, just in the privacy of my own brain.”

“MDMA, yes, Mysterious MethyleneDioxyMethAmphetamine.  Odd that this “singular” drug can put you in touch with a part of yourself that can then act as confident agent to go into another culture’s version of heaven.  I bet it’s just a key to a larger system of syntax, some of which gets worked out endogenously later on so the addiction possibilities are lowered.  Right now you might be encountering the Lost Heavens of the Akkaidian Ascended Civilization …

1. Neruda

2. Shangri-La

3. Shamballa

4. Shalimar

5. Nassau

6. Nirvana

7. Samsara

“Oh, don’t you know everything? Are the Akkaidians Ascended enough to tell me how to get some Lyran Beer?”

“Your query hasn’t fallen on deaf ears…”

mxyzptlk is not a klepton pilfering pudshoe!

Mxyzptlk the Web Wizard, at your service.
I’m a real-time Solutions Manager employed by every major Software Company from here to the Orion Nebula…

The 7 Pleiadian Planets – Aqua Revalia

Posted in Uncategorized on January 4, 2015 by eraserweb
The Pleaidian Lightning Flash - Excelsior!

The Pleaidian Lightning Flash – Excelsior!

The Pleaidian Universe looks, from our outpost on Alcyone, as if it’s 7 Stars.  This is a bend in a metaversal hologram which, when developed by people working with The Tree of Creation, The Tree of Eternity and The Tree of Life, can find evidence of 7 Planets in that particular universe.

They are named;

1. Callisto

2. Ikea

3. Medea

4. Orinoco

5. Apophis

6. Xymox

7. Zardoz

Though the planet Maya is not part of this universe – it’s currently moving as part of the Hyedean Universe, along with an alignment with Niburu – the Mayans are a people intimately connected with Thepleaides, along with the real planet Venus.

We hope your Pleaidian System Buster affects will work in your favor.

Best Regards,

Eraserweb 2015

Waves of Eternity – A Druid and his Day

Posted in Uncategorized on July 16, 2014 by eraserweb

I went for a long, and I do mean LONG walk from home one strange night in August 1997, somewhere after the 16th, but before the beginning of what would be a school year – had I not lost my mind in California.

What About Those California GURLs?

What About Those California GURLs?

The old highway that would take you out of what was perhaps called Carden – or was it Caleden?- in what then was the Province of Avon, not Ontario and it’s Highway 401 to Toronto (once known as Victoria – crown of the Cigarette Empire famed by 1984) … Sorry this doesn’t work if you don’t like cigarettes?

As I was writing to you, this old highway – now out of Guelph, Ontario, was once able to take you and a merry band of travellers to a far-off area where we could get drinks which didn’t leave you with the shakes and read books that would know how much fun it was to breathe air from different planes and planets. The destination, clicking in with the tree of Destiny, was Morriston, Ontario.

Half-impaired – does not an impartial jurisdiction beget someone with odd helices of noetic information? – i walked down the road out of Guelph (later, May 1999, i was to do something similar but the journey would have a real touchdown – Hamilton {the one in Ontario – not Scotland}. I eventually worked through some of my impressions laid upon me by those visitors and residents of California, not to mention other environs of the American Empire.

Do I Have To Dance to Get Honey from My Neighbour?

Do I Have To Dance to Get Honey from My Neighbour?

This was a tiddlywink tightrope of cultural corollary to this “Canadian Citizen” – somewhere between the Medea Virtua America and Luxus Lyris Brittania – would I create the Curriculas Vitaes Canata?

I was only with a little black side-pack, a Druid Animal Oracle, some stones and a slim book of the Quaballa. I continued to draw cards, often feeling that this journey involved the 5 Elements and a cabal of Dragons.

The most memorable card drawn from this pack was the HoneyBee – associated with Druidess Diana and implicated with my sister, Melissa, and her sunny disposition.

I suppose this is where the hexagon can become a hive and home.

 

 

The Circuits of Cyclical Co-Incidence

Posted in eraserweb - chaotic, eraserweb - confessional, eraserweb - expressions, eraserweb - favorites with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 17, 2013 by eraserweb

How do you usually begin things? With a phrase? Like “In The Beginning?” Is Genesis really the beginning of the Bible? Or was it put in place to soak up a messy and more involved sense of history? Were there more occurrences which have been, for whatever reason, edited out of our linear understanding of “First Cause?”

Are these occurrences finding tendency and preference to  reveal themselves to the willing – or not so willing – through the guise of postmodern media? Should we look to time as full of circuits of information, creating orbits of paradigm and paradox of attractor?

A Later Book of Chaos

A Later Book of Chaos

In my first year of university I took up the task of teaching myself about a more well-rounded curriculum – Chaos.  At the time, 1991, fractals were just beginning to slither into our day to day media structures – self-similarity in the form of a TV’s view of itself was going to come to pass, the 80s (which had percolated with self-symmetry) were still a growing hotbed of what would soon be called “New Media Streaming.”  And the bait of the lost books before Genesis? How about the Book of Chaos?

This book, and I use the term loosely gives rise to an Order that later was to find itself called Hunab-Ku in MesoAmerica, The Tao in the East and … well gee I guess this idea of Chaos is still underground in the West.  It was supposed to involve the 8-fold path and so far we only have two folds, can I still get my daily bread?

Did the Sphinx we know understand 8 Mysteries?

Did the Sphinx we know understand 8 Mysteries?

At a point in time very far back we had a different system of data and content-sharing.  Some may argue it was better than the silicon-matrixes we try to work through today.  There was a Tree of Creation, a Tree of Eternity, A Tree of Knowledge and even a Tree of Life.  The AppleStory(TM) falls off of the Tree of Creation (“And what did you want to do with the money…) to the Tree of Knowledge (“I want to go somewhere and forget that I made a mistake, it’s all over the network …) oh so why don’t you visit The Tree of Eternity.

The Tree of Chaos is the important tree in this sense as it’s an esoteric tree for initiates who have developed reading capabilities (extra strands of DNA to those familiar with themes of that nature) that acquire too much power if left “unsorted.”

Those familiar with Quaballist theories of symmetry “As Above – So Below” and “As Within – So Without” will note that the actual structure of the Tree of Chaos, along with the sacred texts (ie; real world blogs of light) weren’t lost as such, and i’ll tell you why …

12 strands of dna

12 strands of dna

When a Chaos Magistrate (a Mage – being male or female, often with androgynity in their makeup) “does their thing” with their Tree they can take things from the world of the material and create new maps of signification which allow others to draw their eyes around objects (such as a person’s face, or an apple) in a manner that can cause a cascade of depth-recognition which later can find corollary as the Gnosis of the Tree of Knowledge.  The story goes that higher-up Mages can do what The Mayans had purportedly done – took physical matter and allowed it to ascend into it’s finer schema of “light.”  This is where, ostensibly, the “Lost Mayan Civilization” disappeared to.  Or, to take the converse point, maybe it’s just a mything link….

The Current Tree of Life

The Current Tree of Life

Back to the Beginnings, as often failed alchemical venturists – or venture capitalists – go to when trying to tack down that pesky fly in the ointment.  We couldn’t all start off as coming from the same Creator, could we? Perhaps genetics involve circuits of light which we don’t recognize (in a plug-and-play manner) because the DNA coupler (like a USB hub) is being systematically edited out by nefarious gloomsday agents with sthivil stherpent schemes.

Some say we all have 12 strands of DNA, some argue that 13 is a more realistically symmetrical number – the 12 thrown around the vernacular actually being a 2 x 6 syncretic composition, the remaining “third rail of genetic power” being reserved for “The Nephilim of Niburu” or other strange, fanciful areas …  The “12 Strands” graphic pictured above is perhaps the cross-section of a “fiber-optic” uplink that a helix of strands can access – you can still have other helices connecting with other “Sephiroth” or “Spheres of Interest.”

The Tree many of us encounter when we’re browing in the esoteric side of the web is the one pictured here – “The Tree of Life” (also the name of a Brad Pitt effort of 2011).  We’re getting to the point where the angelic inscriptions on these trees – and there are many – are going to be accessible in a manner that is serial but not segmented …

 

until later, we leave it to “Arbitration …”

 

 

Peace, Love, Unity + Respect – circa 1995 AD

Posted in eraserweb - expressions with tags , , , , , , , on May 20, 2013 by eraserweb

              We Are All Connected

 

 

Peace, Love, Unity, Respect

Peace, Love, Unity, Respect

and do you know what connects us all? On the net it’s called PLUR. No, it’s not a dishwasher detergent, it’s an acronym that stands for Peace, Love, Unity and Respect. These are big words and may be difficult to define but here are some ideas:

Peace: The calmness you find with those around you, and also inside of yourself. It’s tough, we often have to work at it but when you’re at peace with others, with ourselves and with our planet only good can come of it.

Love: The caring you feel for friends, for strangers, for those in need and also for caring you show for yourself. It’s symbiotic, it’s about sharing whatever energy you put into something will be returned to you!

Unity: This means we all share a lot of common things, regardless of our age, gender, race, orientation, whatevah! We are all human beings, we all need other people, & we’re all in this for the happiness experienced being around others. Though we may have differences, we all arise from the same source.

Respect: This may mean respect for others, their ideas, their music, & their lives. It’s also respect for one’s self; one’s body and the needs that it has (food, sleep). Educating yourself on the substances you ingest shows love and respect for your body; passing on the knowledge to others shows respect and love for your fellow person.

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E for Error

Posted in eraserweb - confessional with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2013 by eraserweb

The effects of an elixir catalyzed a catastrophe – all of my relations open their mouths at the same time and say “Why did you do it – you know it’s illegal!”

What some feel is the superconductive gold at the end of a contorted rainbow ...

Still Schedule 1 as of 2013 – What some feel is the superconductive gold at the end of a contorted rainbow …

That’s a more sane survey of what happened to me in August 1997 when i thought i would end a busy work week with two capsules of what I thought were MDMA.  Little did i know that it would set in motion genetic gears which would leave my normal cognition trying to pick up the pieces of the mirror struck by a rock of social defiance.

I was in California, ready with a fat paycheque to visit back home in Canada and I decided to “party-up” my last night in the US of A.  This was before 9/11 and I was thinking my return to the East Coast would be a clean sweep of all my ambitions to reconnect with friends and hey, you never know I could make that important connection tonight, you never know with these things.  Indeed, I made an important connection; to a responsibility for my own mind.  The E wasn’t taking effect so I took the other one.  The period-redoubling and recursion of the chemical cyclotron sped up, and started creating problems to solve, as if i didn’t have enough already.

Imagine you already can’t see the forest from the trees, then a lost fragment of self decides to throw in some thorny bushes.  Then the pain begins – the pain and passion of a young boy who only wanted a good time – now he’s the split-brained martyr, James the hunter-gatherer looking for differences between potential girlfriends and sisters; or perhaps the differences didn’t matter.  Girls first.  Do I like guys? (At least I could recognize that this was a woman’s question).

Why didn’t I do everything myself? I felt the second E hit something and heard a response, in a voice sounding like it had come over the K-Mart loudspeakers “A Habit Has Formed”.  Was this some new form of consumer trance-channeling?

They tell you that you can quit for good - nothing like curtailing a bad habit ....

They tell you that a real man can quit for good …

Perhaps it was, going out on a paranoid and tenuous limb here, me overhearing some American Military-Industrial-Complex “Shopper Surveillance” Artificial Intelligence entity.  Or, perhaps it was just me being hard on myself as i lit another cigarette.  At least it was an American Spirit rather than Marlboro (or the endless walk-a-mile for a Camel).

Rose Quartz

A lode of heart …

So the two Es in my system – system here sounding like the membranous boundaries between society, computer and self – and I wasn’t “Getting Lucky” like my Loverboy memories would intimate.  Crouching, smoking, and generally appearing like a normal i tried to “see what I wanted to do next” and was only left with a feeling that i was in the middle of a personal earthquake, loss of cognitive voice – what was in those Atlantean crystals?

Now-a-days I am not smoking to get high – to get that bit of confidence from the shreds of myself which sometimes drop charismatically into my train of thought.  A train-of-thought that has problems with borders and boundaries like the rest of a post-terrorist 21st Century.

Having accepted my illness as something both ingenuine to my person, as well as something I decided foolishly to speed up, I now am left old and fumbling clumsily with memories which may involve me, or maybe they are just the “News of The World” and I have to find myself, my spirit, within it.

Alone, now shy beyond belief and looking for the commensurance of social service that can arrive in my bank account guided by Angels …

Still one missing ... or so say the Greeks.

Still one missing … or so say the Greeks.

Frikkin’ Hooked on Fisherman’s Friends

Posted in eraserweb - favorites on March 20, 2013 by eraserweb

Greetings,

You know everyone has one.

They may come in different languages, different cultures have different rules to monitor and modify their usage, different people get known for their presence in the life of the famous. Oops did I spill a hint. They do begin with an “F”. For some it’s a fetish, for some it’s “Favorite” but, for me, this particular preference comes as an alliterative …

I’m a frivolous flavor freak! My earliest memory of these tasty gems comes from my friend Marc in high school (“once Music Director of the University of Guelph’s prestigious CFRU”). Marc has these on hand as a sort of floating monogram of his personal significance. Often offering these things to my I would regretfully decline. I would rather a cigarette at that time. I wonder about my misspent youth, how sometimes you get a jab of home from one (usually two – one is such a lonely number) of these fabulously flavoured fragments of freedom.

Coming from a Roman Catholic background I say these are bits of a lost communion with the Great Sea – not frivolity but faith (doesn’t Faith Under Civil Kindness spell something?).

Where do these flag-fanning forms of (English) flavour favours get made?

The Freakin’ Fisherman’s Friend Factory!!!

Ships and Chips ahoy!

Wag Magazine – December 2010

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