Development and Supplementation
Considering Magic as a way to maximize the acceleration of the evolution of the mind, the Myth rests on the notion of the need for the full realization of the mind’s potentials in the shortest possible time.
From this perspective, three points require clarification.
First, since by “full realization” is meant the transition of the mind from a state of “partial fullness” to a state of pleroma, this transition can occur not by evolution, but by a revolutionary shift in self‑identification — the mind moves from self‑awareness as an aggregate of manifested potentials to self‑awareness in its fullness.
Second, this transition requires certain preparatory work, which consists in the mind bringing to light its potential and actual qualities.
Third, this unveiling demands the fullest manifestation of individuality.
In other words, to create a “launching pad” for a leap into infinity, the mind must first identify itself, find its essential foundations, then determine which of its flows need strengthening and which must be drawn out from the depths and activated, and only then, having surveyed this “starting platform”, attain the intensity of existence that will allow it to transcend all conditioning.
This is precisely why Magic includes three types of practices:
– Rites of seeking, necessary for identification;
– Rites of contest, necessary for revealing the mind’s strengths and weaknesses; and
– Rites of realization, necessary for obtaining “additional” sources of intensity.
It is clear that a Way encompassing these three components follows a spiral path: each stage is repeated many times, level upon level, leading to ever greater pleromic fullness of the mind. Unfortunately, at each of these stages errors are often made that result in loss of Power or the destruction of the mind.
In acts of seeking, Magi often do not seek Power as such, but aim to find confirmation of their self‑images, rejecting any discoveries that contradict those images.
In competitive rites Magi are frequently interested only in maintaining a sense of their own importance, failing to analyze the “hooks” and weak points that may be exposed.
In realization rites Magi often try to fulfill not only their desires, but also their whims and caprices, which leads to destruction.
It often happens that a Magus, self‑infatuated, proclaims his manifest weaknesses and shortcomings to be expressions of his “uniqueness,” “individuality,” or “peculiarities,” and instead of working to harmonize himself, only exacerbates the imbalance of his mind.
And whereas it is generally easier to strengthen those aspects of the mind that are already manifested and defined, it is often very difficult to admit to oneself the lack of certain qualities, their rudimentary state, or their deep suppression.
Nevertheless, for a Magus it is vitally important to discover not only his strengths but also the gaps in his development; not only to cultivate what is already seeking growth, but also to work on illuminating the depths of his mind, on eradicating its shadows.
Put differently, for a Magus it is important not only to know how to make talismans, thus sustaining the flows of his Power, but also to create amulets correctly, supplementing missing energy streams and achieving the necessary harmony and balance of Powers. Keeping sight of both components is a crucial condition for the effectiveness of magical practice, as a Way of the mind’s development.
Hello! It seems quite unrealistic to maintain honesty with oneself with such an approach, as redirecting attention in this way practically means searching for new concepts and new (often forced and arbitrary) elements of description which will gradually pile on top of each other, breaking out of context, adapting to a new descriptive environment, losing the original meaning. And the very concept of the Great Spirit, Absolute, Tao arises from the idea that it exists in everything and everywhere, being known in its fullness in any of manifestations, and closer to this is one who has mastered one strike to perfection rather than a thousand done poorly. It seems to me that for such self-searching and rethinking (if we are talking about something radical) new tools from outside are necessary, which leads to diluting priorities and losing the overall intensity. Although it seems that consciousness develops organically and should cut out the excess, but if this natural organicness is replaced by deliberate interference, won’t such artificial substitution become a profanation, a ‘game of the Master’?
On the contrary, the Path does not imply any arbitrary concepts; it consists in naturally finding oneself in a state that is most harmonious for consciousness. That is why all one needs to do is to strive to go beyond the distorting concepts, find oneself and realize oneself. Of course, one can be mistaken about everything, and any action can be distorted into a detractor, but the Path is precisely about cultivating honesty and going beyond falsities and profanations.
Personally, it seems to me that the incorrect reaction of consciousness to certain processes is related to the distorted evaluative matrix of consciousness created during the upbringing of the being.
This evaluative information, just like the actors implanted in consciousness during such upbringing, are the products of incorrect concepts that arose from the relations of forces inherent to this or that world.
WIND
1) With the whirlwind of a white bird I will take with me
The joy of light, pure and century-old wailing,
And the beating of the heart and the peace of the soul will dissolve milky,
A line of carefree order over the starry earth.
The harmonious senses, having played correctly,
Well, and the falseness, the rubbish, having falsely lost,
The wind will swirl in the trembling of the worlds,
To be amazed by the colors of Fullness.
It will fill the sail, strengthen the wings
Will fly in the vastness of all peaks, distances, depths,
Against theories, it will blow through everything,
Not leaving even a trace of crookedness.
The chain of all bells will ring,
And gently smooth, strongly caress,
It will not punish exactly, for the sin – the yawning.
It will uplift, support: ‘be yourself,
I and you, the beginning, life and again love.
And from the gray mass, all at once shining
Having straightened wings, the mirrors of the souls,
I will shed my clothes and stand naked
I take off my skin, masks made of rags.
With the whirlwind of a white bird, I will simply carry away
Hundreds of flashes, thousands – not in vain.
The joy of light, pure, a hundred cries of the leaves
And the torment of souls. And the beating of birds.
2) With the shards of the heart, having played in harmony,
The programs of falseness better, nothing can be created,
That many, many years passed, breaking their heads
From all codes and echoes, seeking Mystery.
And the cries of millennia, and every moment of love
Will take the heart with it, just help me.
3) And the good wind will understand everything
It will sigh on the corner of the coals again,
And it will pick up, renew:
‘Fear not…although they struck, you are not dead.
Yes, you were beaten and buried
And having died, you were put to death.
But the memory the wind will not take,
It will return to you – fly forward.
Translucent, passionate, among the worlds,
A wager for good and delight.
No one, in no way and never will take your years.
Go, create and know, work, act, help,
Do not reject, do not destroy, connect, transform, love again.
4) They cling to the branches of eternity everywhere,
And return to the circles, the beauty of living nature,
Full of nectar flowers, we forgot in the distance,
Once struck, words, numbers, and words,
And also their meaning.
Whole as they are, full – empty,
And neither here nor there,
We all stretch to the foreign lands,
To see, to acquire…
When death takes us away again,
We want to be and exist back.
Suddenly leaving your nest,
The light clings to us from afar,
Having come to your star, we suddenly say:
‘I want to go back – to Earth.
Suddenly I understood and appreciated,
I bowed my pride
And will touch and breathe again
And will not destroy anyone.
5) It clings forever and always
And the digits, numbers, and words,
And maps, dates, dials,
And the integrity of goals – a treasure and power.
Tomes, tomes, tomes, tomes,
No, you are not right, and in this lies your trouble.
I am very interested to know,
Whether our choice or still everything
Was a command there,
An order was given on Christmas,
To stick again and anew?
Then you won’t blame,
After all, your choice, you did not want to suffer.
And that choosing was to love,
So that the heart would tear from unity,
And never, and to no one betray,
Not to change, not to possess, not to slander.
So, what is it, it’s not us,
You refused to love, from paradise – it was you who left,
For this punishment, you, and we serve there for good.
6) The wind clings to the edges,
It is rich, thanks to, for human words…
And even the rubbish or falseness
In three fingers, I managed to play,
Not for display, I didn’t catch,
But gave power and encouraged
And erased stains from the map.
7) After all, nests spun for a long time,
They endured, cried
In burrows, branches, in the clouds,
In the forest, sandy shores
Barely reached halfway and built something.
And it will blaze with flame and flare up,
And not even leave doubts about the spirit in that,
And with a bright breath, it will kindle the fire,
And split the space,
Both in the small and in the greater.
8) It is beyond understanding,
How beautiful everything is!
But not to understand, not to realize,
How we die immortally
And take our honor with us.
9) Help us, Wind,
Children of humanity.
Northern wind.
Wind, fog, and snow.
We are alone in this house.
Don’t be afraid of the knock on the window – it is for me,
It’s the northern wind, we are in its palms.
But the northern wind is my friend,
It keeps everything that is hidden.
It will make sure that
The sky is free of clouds
Where the star
Adelaide will rise.
I remember the movement of lips,
The touch of hands.
I heard that time erases everything.
You hear the heartbeat – it is the scythe finding a stone.
And there is no sadness, no evil,
No bitterness, no offense.
There is only the northern wind,
And it will awaken me
Where the star
Adelaide rises
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