anticlockwise
From the Apocryphal Red Book of Maoist-Solomonisms...
In life, there are three qualities that all must master.
Knowledge.
Love.
Will.
As Communists, we are rich in Knowledge.
The liberals are rich in Love, the fascists are rich in Will; yet both are fools.
Knowledge is a chariot, and Love and Will are horses.
But to ride in a chariot without horses is also an exercise of fools.
When Love and Will are harnessed to Knowledge, the chariot becomes infinitely more powerful: Wisdom.
He had accidentally stumbled upon a small cleft in the rocks and, investigating, found that it opened out into an underground passage.
Armed only with a small prospector’s lamp he had walked along the tunnel, which was about eight feet high with smooth, carefully crafted walls, for about half an hour. Suddenly, he had noticed a strange light up ahead.
‘It was green – a sort of sinister green light... it got brighter as I walked along, and then the tunnel opened into a large cave.’
In the cave, David was greeted by the extraordinary sight of a number of mummified bodies lying either on the floor or propped up against rocks. The fluorescent light which glowed over everything seemed to make the bodies even more gruesome, and their distorted poses gave us the distinct impression that death had crept up on them unexpectedly.
Along one wall were a number of statues that seemed to sparkle dimly in the green light, as if they might be made of gold. The faces, too, appeared to be strangely similar to those of ancient Inca gods he had once seen. David also noticed that the corpses were dressed in strange garments that looked as if they might be leather.
Yet he told himself he had never seen anything quite like it before. His only thought was that it might have been a treasure house of some kind. ‘I felt as if I had stepped into somewhere very ancient,’ he said later. ‘That the people had somehow been laying like that quite unchanged from the very earliest times. But how long I just couldn’t even begin to guess.’
Despite his driving obsession to continue, David felt too nervous to stay in the green-lit room for long. For one thing he could see no source for the strange light. And for another, several of the bodies were grouped around a hole in the far wall of the cave which looked like a continuation of the tunnel. Although he couldn’t be sure, he had the uncomfortable feeling that they might have been its guardians – as well as the keepers of the gold statues – when they were still alive.
It is of course a well-known fact that in heathen times, that is to say, until our present day, every king of Buganda had a mandwa appointed after his death to represent him, who was from time to time possessed by the dead king. When the king's spirit came upon him, it was said 'the king took him by the head'. The mandwa reproduced as far as possible the appearance and the bearing, and even the language of the dead king. If I understand the system aright, when a mandwa died, the spirit of the dead king descended upon another member of the same clan, who accordingly succeeded to office.
If only things were settled! Not yet
The objective and external science exists openly, and delivers one kind of knowledge, and the subjective science, concealed, delivers another.
By chance, I found out that in a secret laboratory in the 1920s Gleb Bokii—the chief Bolshevik cryptographer, master of codes, ciphers, electronic surveillance—and his friend Alexander Barchenko, an occult writer from St. Petersburg, explored Kabala, Sufi wisdom, Kalachakra, shamanism, and other esoteric traditions, simultaneously preparing an expedition to Tibet to search for the legendary Shambhala. A natural question arose: what could the Bolshevik commissar have to do with all this? The story of the life and death of the Bolshevik secret police officer Bokii and his friend intrigued me...
It has been said that humanity must abandon luxury. Not without reason have people paid particular attention to this concept. Nothing can replace luxury. It is neither beauty, nor spirituality, nor improvement, nor creation, nor compassion, nor kindness — no good concept can replace it. Luxury represents the destruction of resources and opportunities. Luxury represents decay, for any construction beyond the divine rhythm can only represent decay. One can see clearly enough that mundane luxury has already been shaken, yet one should still seek concordant cooperation in order to cure the infection of luxury. Selfishness will object that luxury is an earned abundance. People will also say that luxury is regal — but this would be slander. Luxury has always been a sign of decline and darkening of the spirit. The chains of luxury are just as terrible for the Subtle World, where what is required is advancement and constant improvement of thought. Any encumbrance will block the path to the next Gate.
A lot of these people went out and committed crimes during the pandemic and would not wear masks, even when masks would have helped in evading recognition by security cameras and the police. Pettiness or personal inconvenience or a skewed cost benefit analysis may not be the real problem: they're polarized in a completely opposite direction from us, and at their worst, they actively seek to harm society and the people in it.
From what I have gathered in conversations over the years, during the next pandemic, if and when a biological threat emerges that is severe enough that we will actually have to mandate masks or vaccination or quarantine, that many will start shooting or committing other acts of stochastic terrorism, or interfere with public health in other malicious ways. I've heard enough threats amounting to the same already. A lot of them are far fucking gone, and only going to get worse.
in self-love, they've got us beat