Hi,
I want to thank all participants here for contributing to a stimulating thread. This is deep, personal material and it's good to see so many people were willing to dive into it. For the most part our passion was contained and the overall tone was civil. So let's keep a good thread going with the intention in mind to choose an appropriate path for our heart as we post.
Earlier on I think I caused a stir by saying "the dark is as beautiful as the light," which was one post among a few that caused others to feel alarmed that people on here were preaching a total non-difference between the light and dark. There was concern that a monistic philosophy was being advocated that subordinated human concerns to ones visible only from a God's-eye point of view, as it were, and used impressive-sounding language to justify evil.
I admittedly chose my words badly when I said I think the dark is as beautiful as the light. A lot of people equate goodness with beauty. To them what I was saying is "the dark is as good as the light," as if to say that being on the receiving end of evil were as peachy keen as being on the receiving end of good. And it is indeed a stretch to consider the true depth of evil to be beautiful in the way a meadow filled with deer or a grizzled old man's brilliant smile is beautiful. My intention was and is not to endorse lovelessness or equate it with love.
To sort things out I had to do a lot of thinking to find out what I was really trying to say, which turned out to be "the light and the dark sides of reality are both just as marvelous." Saying that is not actually to say that they are both beautiful. I made my mistaken word choice by failing to account for the fact that more than just beauty is aesthetically appreciable, and in my unreflective grasping for a word to describe what about evil I find worth appreciating, “beauty” was the first one I could think of.
But now, after reflection, I have identified marvelousness, a trait sometimes related to but still different from beauty, as something which has aesthetic merit on its own. It is the marvelousness of darkness, not its beauty, that drew my mind in.
I will now elaborate on the kinds of things I think can cause marvel and will say why I think darkness possesses these traits.
One form of marvel is sublime marvel. Sublime marvel puts our fragility in comparison with something much vaster and stronger. It reminds us of our mortality and powerlessness. Typically the source of sublime marvel is nature – being alone in a glass bubble in deep space would fill me with sublime marvel, as I would experientially know myself to be tiny, insignificant, and short-lived compared to the vast sea of stars and nebulas on all sides of me. Considering too how many living entities and social memory complexes dot those stars would make me feel sublime awe – I would know myself directly to be an infinitesimal fraction of a fraction of the universal ecosystem in a way that can't be had just by thinking dryly about it. Weathering a major hurricane would also cause sublime awe – knowing that I was being exposed to a lethal display of nature's power on that level would make me feel small, fragile, and part of an amazing and overwhelmingly powerful creation.
I think dark entities and their actions can instill sublime marvel, especially because I view human action as an extension of nature and not separate from it. The Mongol hordes were vast enough and destructive enough, I think, to be considered a source of sublime awe. They were an unstoppable force of pure destruction that was so single-minded in its determination to bring pain and loss as to be like a natural force. Their destructiveness tainted individual lives, leveled cities thought to be immortal, and ruined whole ecosystems. It is almost impossible for us to fathom the darkness of the hearts of the Khans and their twisted minions, nor the depth of the suffering they caused and the terror with which they filled the world. The power of that inward darkness outwardly manifested as a sublimely terrifying storm of raw violence.
It is also sublime, to me, to think of the hordes and face the fact that the shadow was, in the hearts of all those human beings, stronger than the light. I think it is sublime to consider how fragile the roots of our precious light-seeking actually can be, what an incredible force universal ignorance is, and how easily extreme evil can snuff the light out of good hearts. It is sublime to me to know that I have a breaking point past which a dark entity could push me, that I could be driven completely insane by torture or other evil means and lose every shred of what I hold dear. And especially in the nuclear age, human moral choosing has acquired sublime power. The darkness of one willing to initiate nuclear war for profit would fill me with incredulous awe. Only the same God that bursts with marvelous love could produce such marvelous twistedness, and I must acknowledge the marvelousness of both, if not the beauty. At least in 3D, I see evil as a force which may sublimely dwarf the good and pure - to show itself with the power of nature's wrath in the face of only a tiny bit of hope. Just imagine what a planet with a totally negative 4D harvest must look like – a planet on which darkness has conquered all, on which nearly all 3D entities think of love only 5% of the time. Evil can win, and win big.
Another form of marvel is marvel at the exquisiteness of something. I consider exquisiteness to be fineness in craftsmanship and attention to detail so great that it becomes impossible not to marvel at. Nature has designed our circulatory systems with exquisite fineness. I think of illuminated Qur'ans, finely woven silk brocades, and genuine crop circles as being exquisite crafts.
But dark things too can instill genuine exquisite marvel. A Samurai sword is well-known for being a particularly beautiful and exquisitely crafted instrument of death. A form of torture may draw marvel for its dark exquisiteness, the way it pulls out all the stops to break a mind and body. To become a black-hearted negative entity, one's twisting of oneself must be a form of exquisite craftsmanship. Much in the doing of evil requires exquisite focus and attention, and this is no less aesthetically marvelous than if it were applied to the good.
We marvel also at things which are ingenious – that is, things that clearly took a lot of brilliant thought to create. Many of us marvel at computers (which to me are next to magical), and our minds boggle when we try to comprehend how something so complex could have been invented. We marvel at ingenious books and movies which surprise us with their depth, reality, and skillfully convoluted plots. The ingenuity of structural engineers who build things like the Burj Khalifa is striking to us.
I don't think dark genius is any less striking. I can't look at the genius of the negative ruling elite's schemes and not be extremely impressed. They have created not just a brilliant ponzi scheme with their central banks, but have propagated an entire societal worldview designed to legitimize and camouflage it. Everything they do to play on our fear and keep us ensnared in addiction and ignorance exhibits an enormous level of sheer predatory genius. Their dark brilliance draws genuine marvel from me.
Harmony is another thing that makes us marvel. We marvel at the rich and interwoven processes that add up to an ecosystem with awe. It is the harmony of many and varied instruments that is the soul of the world's most beautiful music. Anthropologists and sociologists are endlessly curious about what makes families, cultures, and societies harmonious.
So it is with the harmony of dark forces. I was recently on the receiving end of a negative greeting that left me amazed at how the entities involved worked with each other to deceive me, destabilize my mind, and fill me with fear over the course of days. Their predatory pack behavior was quite like that of a winning sports team that had scouted its opponent, knew how to play together, and dominated the game. The mere fact that negative, self service-oriented entities can hold a social memory complex together fascinates me – they manage to weave a society together with the threads of lust, greed, fear, and a shared will to dominate for its own sake, without an ounce of love sustaining the balance. Brittany Lynn's off-site “Adam” channeling mentioned the marvelousness of the rare 5D negative social memory complex that manages to form. How such a thing can happen when nearly total self-service is desired by all the entities is unknown to me, and frankly I want to find out – from a safe distance.
So far I've written about how the darkness makes me marvel in and of itself. Previous posters were right to criticize the fact that I thought it was beautiful – that simply wasn't the right word. Now I'll say a few words about how I think darkness can become actually beautiful – when it meets the light in the right way.
When the power of human darkness rises to sublime intensity, love is also given a chance to show its sublime nature – its being a powerful natural force. The Nazi camps were a source of sublime horror to their occupants, crushing them and stripping them of all strength, but there were those who could not be crushed. The people who shared their last scraps of bread or otherwise sacrificed for others in those camps made their love immortal and indestructible and exhibited its potential to be a sublime power. Ra mentioned warfare in general as being a circumstance which gives beings the opportunity to make heroic sacrifices in the name of love. Running out into crossfire to drag a wounded stranger to safety or resisting coercive pressure to fight a war one does not believe in are both examples of how the darkness of war, when it meets the light, creates an occasion for beauty. When love conquers darkness in such terrible circumstances, breaking through so much fear and resistance and confusion, it shows it is a truly cosmic power that will last until the universe breaks apart.
I think the particular ways we adapt to dark circumstances can be beautiful too. When faced with horror, we are given a chance to show our spiritual guts. Each of us has our own attunement to love and wisdom that dictates our responses to such situations. Will we insulate ourselves from the pain, or will we be simultaneously vulnerable and steely, absorbing the trauma and stripping the essential lessons from it with a sense of urgency, knowing we are being given a dark gift? How will we use our heads, hearts, and guts, and in what unique balance, to process the trauma? This act of adaptation I think is a beautiful organic process, an expression of the will to triumph and survive in a spiritual sense.
The honesty required of us in such moments is also beautiful, even if the honest response is just to break down, having only the tiniest bit of faith that God won't leave our hearts dark forever. One who maintains a connection to love in very painful and even horrific circumstances is beautiful – think of a single tree that survived a forest fire, alone and half-burnt among the ruins but still standing there, alive. From then on it will always be the tallest tree in the forest, and anyone who sees it will want to know its story.
In general I think negative entities exhibit a tragic beauty – they spend an unfathomable length of time moving up through the densities, at war with everyone who isn't them, each to lovingly craft a facade they consider perfect. But that facade will one day be stripped from them as they find that the most perfect identity of all was never something they could construct. The fate of the negative entity makes me think of Don Quixote tilting at windmills, but with the tragic cost of so much suffering endured and inflicted on others on the way to the final realization. And in the end, it seems God simply nods to them – no bad karma, no lifetimes of repentance, just a mote of dust removed from the eye and an open-armed welcome to balanced 6D life. This strikes me as starkly beautiful - in the end, Satan gets a pardon and a hug. God wastes no time or effort on a melodrama of punishment. God's love holds none of our fear.
There may be another thing about negative entities that I think could be considered beautiful. If you read the Hidden Hand material or any of Brittany Lynn's “Adam” material, they both broach the topic (I think both do; Adam may do so indirectly) of balanced 6D social memory complexes deliberately sending out negative wanderers to help offer catalyst to a planet whose evolution is stagnant. If the negative elite in control of our planet were really 6D wanderers sent to bear us up on crucifixes so our pain might be redeemed in light, I consider that at once strange, fortunate, unfortunate, marvelous, and beautiful. Essentially, you could be tortured by Ra.
So that's my spiel. I know I promised it three or four days ago but I had a lot to sort out in order to write this. I hope you all got something out of it.
Peace,
-Chuck
Parsons wrote:
I think that in one sense you can construe the innate love in all of us as the desire not to suffer. We all follow an STO path because we desire not to suffer, and that orientation is what we have discovered to be the antidote to suffering. Is a murderer not also trying to remove their suffering, albeit unskillfully? I think their self-love is still love of a sort.
Patrick wrote:
In my opinion STS is also there to show us that which we are.
I want to thank all participants here for contributing to a stimulating thread. This is deep, personal material and it's good to see so many people were willing to dive into it. For the most part our passion was contained and the overall tone was civil. So let's keep a good thread going with the intention in mind to choose an appropriate path for our heart as we post.
Earlier on I think I caused a stir by saying "the dark is as beautiful as the light," which was one post among a few that caused others to feel alarmed that people on here were preaching a total non-difference between the light and dark. There was concern that a monistic philosophy was being advocated that subordinated human concerns to ones visible only from a God's-eye point of view, as it were, and used impressive-sounding language to justify evil.
I admittedly chose my words badly when I said I think the dark is as beautiful as the light. A lot of people equate goodness with beauty. To them what I was saying is "the dark is as good as the light," as if to say that being on the receiving end of evil were as peachy keen as being on the receiving end of good. And it is indeed a stretch to consider the true depth of evil to be beautiful in the way a meadow filled with deer or a grizzled old man's brilliant smile is beautiful. My intention was and is not to endorse lovelessness or equate it with love.
To sort things out I had to do a lot of thinking to find out what I was really trying to say, which turned out to be "the light and the dark sides of reality are both just as marvelous." Saying that is not actually to say that they are both beautiful. I made my mistaken word choice by failing to account for the fact that more than just beauty is aesthetically appreciable, and in my unreflective grasping for a word to describe what about evil I find worth appreciating, “beauty” was the first one I could think of.
But now, after reflection, I have identified marvelousness, a trait sometimes related to but still different from beauty, as something which has aesthetic merit on its own. It is the marvelousness of darkness, not its beauty, that drew my mind in.
I will now elaborate on the kinds of things I think can cause marvel and will say why I think darkness possesses these traits.
One form of marvel is sublime marvel. Sublime marvel puts our fragility in comparison with something much vaster and stronger. It reminds us of our mortality and powerlessness. Typically the source of sublime marvel is nature – being alone in a glass bubble in deep space would fill me with sublime marvel, as I would experientially know myself to be tiny, insignificant, and short-lived compared to the vast sea of stars and nebulas on all sides of me. Considering too how many living entities and social memory complexes dot those stars would make me feel sublime awe – I would know myself directly to be an infinitesimal fraction of a fraction of the universal ecosystem in a way that can't be had just by thinking dryly about it. Weathering a major hurricane would also cause sublime awe – knowing that I was being exposed to a lethal display of nature's power on that level would make me feel small, fragile, and part of an amazing and overwhelmingly powerful creation.
I think dark entities and their actions can instill sublime marvel, especially because I view human action as an extension of nature and not separate from it. The Mongol hordes were vast enough and destructive enough, I think, to be considered a source of sublime awe. They were an unstoppable force of pure destruction that was so single-minded in its determination to bring pain and loss as to be like a natural force. Their destructiveness tainted individual lives, leveled cities thought to be immortal, and ruined whole ecosystems. It is almost impossible for us to fathom the darkness of the hearts of the Khans and their twisted minions, nor the depth of the suffering they caused and the terror with which they filled the world. The power of that inward darkness outwardly manifested as a sublimely terrifying storm of raw violence.
It is also sublime, to me, to think of the hordes and face the fact that the shadow was, in the hearts of all those human beings, stronger than the light. I think it is sublime to consider how fragile the roots of our precious light-seeking actually can be, what an incredible force universal ignorance is, and how easily extreme evil can snuff the light out of good hearts. It is sublime to me to know that I have a breaking point past which a dark entity could push me, that I could be driven completely insane by torture or other evil means and lose every shred of what I hold dear. And especially in the nuclear age, human moral choosing has acquired sublime power. The darkness of one willing to initiate nuclear war for profit would fill me with incredulous awe. Only the same God that bursts with marvelous love could produce such marvelous twistedness, and I must acknowledge the marvelousness of both, if not the beauty. At least in 3D, I see evil as a force which may sublimely dwarf the good and pure - to show itself with the power of nature's wrath in the face of only a tiny bit of hope. Just imagine what a planet with a totally negative 4D harvest must look like – a planet on which darkness has conquered all, on which nearly all 3D entities think of love only 5% of the time. Evil can win, and win big.
Another form of marvel is marvel at the exquisiteness of something. I consider exquisiteness to be fineness in craftsmanship and attention to detail so great that it becomes impossible not to marvel at. Nature has designed our circulatory systems with exquisite fineness. I think of illuminated Qur'ans, finely woven silk brocades, and genuine crop circles as being exquisite crafts.
But dark things too can instill genuine exquisite marvel. A Samurai sword is well-known for being a particularly beautiful and exquisitely crafted instrument of death. A form of torture may draw marvel for its dark exquisiteness, the way it pulls out all the stops to break a mind and body. To become a black-hearted negative entity, one's twisting of oneself must be a form of exquisite craftsmanship. Much in the doing of evil requires exquisite focus and attention, and this is no less aesthetically marvelous than if it were applied to the good.
We marvel also at things which are ingenious – that is, things that clearly took a lot of brilliant thought to create. Many of us marvel at computers (which to me are next to magical), and our minds boggle when we try to comprehend how something so complex could have been invented. We marvel at ingenious books and movies which surprise us with their depth, reality, and skillfully convoluted plots. The ingenuity of structural engineers who build things like the Burj Khalifa is striking to us.
I don't think dark genius is any less striking. I can't look at the genius of the negative ruling elite's schemes and not be extremely impressed. They have created not just a brilliant ponzi scheme with their central banks, but have propagated an entire societal worldview designed to legitimize and camouflage it. Everything they do to play on our fear and keep us ensnared in addiction and ignorance exhibits an enormous level of sheer predatory genius. Their dark brilliance draws genuine marvel from me.
Harmony is another thing that makes us marvel. We marvel at the rich and interwoven processes that add up to an ecosystem with awe. It is the harmony of many and varied instruments that is the soul of the world's most beautiful music. Anthropologists and sociologists are endlessly curious about what makes families, cultures, and societies harmonious.
So it is with the harmony of dark forces. I was recently on the receiving end of a negative greeting that left me amazed at how the entities involved worked with each other to deceive me, destabilize my mind, and fill me with fear over the course of days. Their predatory pack behavior was quite like that of a winning sports team that had scouted its opponent, knew how to play together, and dominated the game. The mere fact that negative, self service-oriented entities can hold a social memory complex together fascinates me – they manage to weave a society together with the threads of lust, greed, fear, and a shared will to dominate for its own sake, without an ounce of love sustaining the balance. Brittany Lynn's off-site “Adam” channeling mentioned the marvelousness of the rare 5D negative social memory complex that manages to form. How such a thing can happen when nearly total self-service is desired by all the entities is unknown to me, and frankly I want to find out – from a safe distance.
So far I've written about how the darkness makes me marvel in and of itself. Previous posters were right to criticize the fact that I thought it was beautiful – that simply wasn't the right word. Now I'll say a few words about how I think darkness can become actually beautiful – when it meets the light in the right way.
When the power of human darkness rises to sublime intensity, love is also given a chance to show its sublime nature – its being a powerful natural force. The Nazi camps were a source of sublime horror to their occupants, crushing them and stripping them of all strength, but there were those who could not be crushed. The people who shared their last scraps of bread or otherwise sacrificed for others in those camps made their love immortal and indestructible and exhibited its potential to be a sublime power. Ra mentioned warfare in general as being a circumstance which gives beings the opportunity to make heroic sacrifices in the name of love. Running out into crossfire to drag a wounded stranger to safety or resisting coercive pressure to fight a war one does not believe in are both examples of how the darkness of war, when it meets the light, creates an occasion for beauty. When love conquers darkness in such terrible circumstances, breaking through so much fear and resistance and confusion, it shows it is a truly cosmic power that will last until the universe breaks apart.
I think the particular ways we adapt to dark circumstances can be beautiful too. When faced with horror, we are given a chance to show our spiritual guts. Each of us has our own attunement to love and wisdom that dictates our responses to such situations. Will we insulate ourselves from the pain, or will we be simultaneously vulnerable and steely, absorbing the trauma and stripping the essential lessons from it with a sense of urgency, knowing we are being given a dark gift? How will we use our heads, hearts, and guts, and in what unique balance, to process the trauma? This act of adaptation I think is a beautiful organic process, an expression of the will to triumph and survive in a spiritual sense.
The honesty required of us in such moments is also beautiful, even if the honest response is just to break down, having only the tiniest bit of faith that God won't leave our hearts dark forever. One who maintains a connection to love in very painful and even horrific circumstances is beautiful – think of a single tree that survived a forest fire, alone and half-burnt among the ruins but still standing there, alive. From then on it will always be the tallest tree in the forest, and anyone who sees it will want to know its story.
In general I think negative entities exhibit a tragic beauty – they spend an unfathomable length of time moving up through the densities, at war with everyone who isn't them, each to lovingly craft a facade they consider perfect. But that facade will one day be stripped from them as they find that the most perfect identity of all was never something they could construct. The fate of the negative entity makes me think of Don Quixote tilting at windmills, but with the tragic cost of so much suffering endured and inflicted on others on the way to the final realization. And in the end, it seems God simply nods to them – no bad karma, no lifetimes of repentance, just a mote of dust removed from the eye and an open-armed welcome to balanced 6D life. This strikes me as starkly beautiful - in the end, Satan gets a pardon and a hug. God wastes no time or effort on a melodrama of punishment. God's love holds none of our fear.
There may be another thing about negative entities that I think could be considered beautiful. If you read the Hidden Hand material or any of Brittany Lynn's “Adam” material, they both broach the topic (I think both do; Adam may do so indirectly) of balanced 6D social memory complexes deliberately sending out negative wanderers to help offer catalyst to a planet whose evolution is stagnant. If the negative elite in control of our planet were really 6D wanderers sent to bear us up on crucifixes so our pain might be redeemed in light, I consider that at once strange, fortunate, unfortunate, marvelous, and beautiful. Essentially, you could be tortured by Ra.
So that's my spiel. I know I promised it three or four days ago but I had a lot to sort out in order to write this. I hope you all got something out of it.
Peace,
-Chuck
Parsons wrote:
Quote:One of these distortions is taking the concept of finding love in every single action that is made way too far. There is no love in the mind of the murderer committing the heinous act or in the action of a brutal murder itself. There may be love as a result of this murder in the bringing together of the ones left alive in a learning experience, but the act itself was not necessary in the first place and there is no beauty or love in it. I think people are lumping in the action with the reaction together here.
I think that in one sense you can construe the innate love in all of us as the desire not to suffer. We all follow an STO path because we desire not to suffer, and that orientation is what we have discovered to be the antidote to suffering. Is a murderer not also trying to remove their suffering, albeit unskillfully? I think their self-love is still love of a sort.
Patrick wrote:
Quote:I would suggest we not forget that STS is there to show us that which we are not. I choose to forgive everything they do, because in the end it's a great service.
In my opinion STS is also there to show us that which we are.
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