In the grand scheme of things, there is but 1 absolute teacher: the universe. Everything that is are merely students, from the novice even to the master of his own right.

No longer see mistakes or failures as such; rather, take them as a merely another step towards your goal.

Pilgrimage

Covering shroud of effulgent light discard before the feet of holy legion. Premise of pained experiencer attained now shifts before the slaving sun. Cherubim stands, the pilgrim kneels in tears immerse identity negated. Reacher of state of non-return; the stream attained in non-duality.

Ensues yogic benediction. Grace of the luminary prevails.

Astral, causal realms relinquished into unmodified state reclaimed.

Where Horizons End

It is easy and clear to lay with a stabbed breast in tangled grass, in dews on a damp ground. I see everything, my heave sleep is calm and my eyebrows are stretched on my straight forehead. It was long because we walked through dales, steppes and mountains. The world wasn't glad for us - stubborn, arrogant and severe. The lines always broke hardly and strongly... the colours around us were like stones.

The colour has also stew our skin and hair. The battles rendered rough features. It is easy and clear to lay in tangled grass; grass and flowers will take away my colours.

Chaining The Katechon

The act of a free man - connected to the balance of the world - projects itself into the infinite. But the fracture, its ontological ballast, the dispersion and the overcoming, bring a harvest of increasing conflict; a descending spiral of splinters lacerating the meridians. Liable for the core of the origins, there remains a pulsating debt radiant in its multiple scissions. It stands between the mother and her repudiated child behind the hand that murders and amid attempts of reconciliation. The dispersion of woe on a vain Earth is done with equity. The task to be achieved, human vocation, is to become intensely mortal... Not to shrink back before the voices coming from the gallows tree, a work making increasing sense by its lack of sense!

In the history of times there is but the truth of bones and dust.

A Chore For The Lost

Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity.

The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election, Pt. III

Nothing of what man can know, to this end, could be evaded without degradation, without sin, - is it no burden to bear the repellent scars of abandon, of election? It leaves but a state of supplication and deserted expanses, an absorption into despair. The existence of things cannot enclose the death which it brings to me; the existence is itself projected into my death, and it is my death which encloses it. Am I deranged? Over and above quietism! Nurtured by the multitude of man's misfortunes, a thousand halos like torches in the night of the spirit, a thousand traps, pitfalls of brimstone and the empty sky, prostrated face against the earth in frantic laughter...

I was beyond withstanding my own ignominy. I invoked it and blessed it. I progressed even further into vileness and degradation. Am I resurging, intact, out of infamy?

Dokkodo

Accept everything just the way it is.
Do not seek pleasure for its own sake.
Do not, under any circumstances, depend on a partial feeling.
Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world.
Be detached from desire your whole life long.
Do not regret what you have done in your personal life.
Never be jealous.
Never let yourself be saddened by a separation.
Resentment and complaint are appropriate neither for oneself nor others.
Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of lust or love.
In all things have no preferences.
Be indifferent to where you live.
Do not pursue the taste of good food.
Do not hold on to possessions you no longer need.
Do not act following customary beliefs.
Do not collect weapons or practice with weapons beyond what is useful.
Do not fear death.
Do not seek to possess either goods or fiefs for your old age.
Respect the gods without counting on their help.
You may abandon your own body but you must preserve your honour.
Never stray from the Way.

Mass Grave Aesthetics, Pt. II

Violence exists in the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, when inversion is complete and total... the darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light, but merely the process of seeing being taken to its limit; that thorough derangement of the senses, way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light, opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah.

The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election, Pt. II

The idea of Salvation comes, I believe, from the one whom suffering breaks apart. He who masters it, on the contrary, needs to be broken, to proceed on the path towards the rupture.

Mass Grave Aesthetics, Pt. I

Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence and will for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance, which blinds and of which I’m dying. Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things, and it fills until the last cell of my vivid being dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, the splendor of the obscene and inhuman; For what matters the death of a vague human being if thereby the individual affirms himself?