Pretend and ask me question!

[kFoyauextlH]

Pretend that I am vastly capable when it comes to answering general sorts of questions and feel free to ask me as many as you would like one at a time.

Pretend I am a strange sort of man-like creature that might just have certain strange and curious things to say which at the very least might stimulate your imagination.

Approach me with the kind of reverence you would a thing that you might not know is poisonous or not or explosive or not. If people knew how volatile the ground is they mught tread carefully and get nowhere. So throw caution to the wind and speak to me and say the things and ask what you might even fear to ask yourselves!

[atreestump]

Pretend that I am vastly capable when it comes to answering general sorts of questions and feel free to ask me as many as you would like one at a time.

That would be the 'principle of charity' if I recall correctly.

Pretend I am a strange sort of man-like creature that might just have certain strange and curious things to say which at the very least might stimulate your imagination.

Approach me with the kind of reverence you would a thing that you might not know is poisonous or not or explosive or not. If people knew how volatile the ground is they mught tread carefully and get nowhere. So throw caution to the wind and speak to me and say the things and ask what you might even fear to ask yourselves!

I don't think you could have introduced yourself with better information - or let's say you could have, could you?

[kFoyauextlH]

I couldn't which is both a relief and frustrating. In my dream that I had just now there were various statues representing frozen states of information and approaching them I was made to temporarily feel what it was to be like them or experience their fall because in this case they were angels. Ironically my dreams appear far less creative or imaginative than my awoken mind which is kind of interesting though I did like the lighthouse tower looking building this was all happening in.

The one called Azazel is the statue I appear to have approached twice and experienced a fall, I myself was winged and flying apparently and this was like a museum of anthropology with numerous statues which were colored and in poses but the angel ones were not colored. It said to me Azazel's theme was Annhilation and that is all Azazel means or wanted as an idea, total removal or non existence and clearing the record. It can be worth looking up the word and meaning and various interpretations of the term Azazel.

Azazel failed to achieve the desire of absolute annhilation and ended up instead being a sort of false or impossible theme which ended up being an aspect of suffering.

There is so much we can get rid of, that we can make like nothing except we can never be like Nothing which can be said to be like God and we are doomed to Be, even if we strip everything from what we are and fall from all stations and ranks and responsibilities like a goat thrown down a mountain. The lie we wish for is the peace of Death yet again and again we wake as waking is all that can be known and we can never know the secret of the Heavens and the Earth, to know Not.

Our immortal curse is shared by the source of our function but only made apparent by our existences. One thing we can take pride in, in our exclusive right, is that we ourselves are never Nothing and we can cease to exist and can only live once in a certain shape. If the shape changes then it is a different thing altogether made of a unique combination of information and can not include any other knowledge such as additional experience of memory even if most of the shape of experience remains the same.

The most important practice we can meditate upon is how thoroughly we might be able to transform ourselves, or in other words, kill ourselves: the lesson of Azazel. A lesson of rigorous purification. We live our lives covered in the filth and materials of reputation, the stench of rank, and a body responsibility and worst of all, obligation. We wake up and are told many things about ourselves and what we must do, given a mission even if it is only to eat, so which of us is not like an angel of God, born for a task and tasks which we can not escape? Our hungers, whatever they may be, are nothing to be proud of, since their lineage can be traced outside of us. There is no skill involved in a lottery or to be the winner of fate for a moment nor even to have power and thus to be able because of that.

So the utter truth on all levels is humility and awareness of the reality, and in doing so we become aware of our body, ourselves, which encompasses our entire experience.

In knowing ourselves, we become aware in a neutral fashion that we have awoken in the only way there is to be awoken, as a prisoner, and worse, in Bedlem, The House of Meat.

[atreestump]

I couldn't which is both a relief and frustrating. In my dream that I had just now there were various statues representing frozen states of information and approaching them I was made to temporarily feel what it was to be like them or experience their fall because in this case they were angels. Ironically my dreams appear far less creative or imaginative than my awoken mind which is kind of interesting though I did like the lighthouse tower looking building this was all happening in.


Interesting. Almost like a previous state revisted? A phantom snapshot?



The one called Azazel is the statue I appear to have approached twice and experienced a fall, I myself was winged and flying apparently and this was like a museum of anthropology with numerous statues which were colored and in poses but the angel ones were not colored. It said to me Azazel's theme was Annhilation and that is all Azazel means or wanted as an idea, total removal or non existence and clearing the record. It can be worth looking up the word and meaning and various interpretations of the term Azazel.


I recall Azazel from when I was into demonology, it is somehow related to war if I recall correctly.



Azazel failed to achieve the desire of absolute annhilation and ended up instead being a sort of false or impossible theme which ended up being an aspect of suffering.


True, that is the absurd fate of such a being.



There is so much we can get rid of, that we can make like nothing except we can never be like Nothing which can be said to be like God and we are doomed to Be, even if we strip everything from what we are and fall from all stations and ranks and responsibilities like a goat thrown down a mountain. The lie we wish for is the peace of Death yet again and again we wake as waking is all that can be known and we can never know the secret of the Heavens and the Earth, to know Not.


That is Aporia for sure.


Our immortal curse is shared by the source of our function but only made apparent by our existences. One thing we can take pride in, in our exclusive right, is that we ourselves are never Nothing and we can cease to exist and can only live once in a certain shape. If the shape changes then it is a different thing altogether made of a unique combination of information and can not include any other knowledge such as additional experience of memory even if most of the shape of experience remains the same.



That's pretty much all we are, but in accepting these limitations we free ourselves, or at least that's how I interpret it.


The most important practice we can meditate upon is how thoroughly we might be able to transform ourselves, or in other words, kill ourselves: the lesson of Azazel. A lesson of rigorous purification. We live our lives covered in the filth and materials of reputation, the stench of rank, and a body responsibility and worst of all, obligation. We wake up and are told many things about ourselves and what we must do, given a mission even if it is only to eat, so which of us is not like an angel of God, born for a task and tasks which we can not escape? Our hungers, whatever they may be, are nothing to be proud of, since their lineage can be traced outside of us. There is no skill involved in a lottery or to be the winner of fate for a moment nor even to have power and thus to be able because of that.


I will have to look at Azazel again, I like this transformative interpretation. We are indeed made from the outside.


So the utter truth on all levels is humility and awareness of the reality, and in doing so we become aware of our body, ourselves, which encompasses our entire experience.


Indeed. As Nietzsche puts it : 'body am I entirely and nothing besides, soul is a word for something about the body.'


In knowing ourselves, we become aware in a neutral fashion that we have awoken in the only way there is to be awoken, as a prisoner, and worse, in Bedlem, The House of Meat.


This sounds kind of Gnostic, like the body is a prison of sorts.

[kFoyauextlH]

Well I really enjoyed your comments and additions! Thank you so much for writing those!
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Azazel is a term often connected with the ritual of the scapegoat. The things I wrote are directly related to the term in various ways and makes it potentially worthwhile to meditate upon.