Post by Eulalia on Jun 19, 2021 4:16:31 GMT -5
Dear Nyx,
Greetings from Wewelsburg, Germany.
I am happy to have expanded my circle. It comes naturally for a soul's evolution - constantly moving forward but always twisting back upon itself. Like a spiral staircase, or the shape of DNA. Viewing new environments through the lens of old traumas. You know them well, don't you, Nyx?
To garner well-defined in-groups and out-groups. To delineate my language, its vocabulary and grammar, to allow others to reach the same state I have reached through adopting it. To build the language of my life in the image of what I consider to be "beyond" this world - of what is four-dimensional, or acausal. To either eschew, deconstruct, or appropriate social abstractions that are irrelevant to the functions of my language. To never cease evolving in sync with the cycle of the ages, to continue reaching ever further states.
By ages I refer to Aeons - the cosmic fluctuations that govern the energies imparted to us by the wandering stars. They are the reason the day and night are different from each other, and they are the reason the seasons have different weather patterns. They cycle and unfold with the ceaseless turning of the wheel of fortune, which those without a magnetic center are whirled around by like crushed bits of plastic. Only those with hard strength and a calm composure - only those who have learned from suffering - can bear its ravishing twists and turns.
You and I know a great deal about solitude. To be under the black sky, with terminal lucidity of the body and every slight motion of the surroundings, to come to incrementally know the secrets of the night. To be fully in contact with that ineffable force that society projects its logographic flames onto, superimposing its subtlety.
Yet I felt I was swept away by an urgency foreign to me, the same sense that causes a virgin to want to conceive a child - filled by a divine mission. I would attempt to persuade or would have even given you some warning, but I fear you could not be brought to understand the nature of the purpose of why I left, and why I could not have taken you with me. How might I even begin to explain the New Aeon to you, Nyx? Even if you were to understand the mechanics of it, you would be overwhelmed in every way by its power.
To collide with it head-on would be so much to bear - too much, and most people would block it out, or cry and yell and scream until they figured out a way to cope with its presence, using ever-more elaborate methods sometimes involving self-mutilation. Does that even console you? Well, try this. You may imagine it simply as a hand extended from the clouds, not commanding or beckoning - pointing to what was always there, but which none of us had the fortune to see.
Love,
Eulalia
Greetings from Wewelsburg, Germany.
I am happy to have expanded my circle. It comes naturally for a soul's evolution - constantly moving forward but always twisting back upon itself. Like a spiral staircase, or the shape of DNA. Viewing new environments through the lens of old traumas. You know them well, don't you, Nyx?
To garner well-defined in-groups and out-groups. To delineate my language, its vocabulary and grammar, to allow others to reach the same state I have reached through adopting it. To build the language of my life in the image of what I consider to be "beyond" this world - of what is four-dimensional, or acausal. To either eschew, deconstruct, or appropriate social abstractions that are irrelevant to the functions of my language. To never cease evolving in sync with the cycle of the ages, to continue reaching ever further states.
By ages I refer to Aeons - the cosmic fluctuations that govern the energies imparted to us by the wandering stars. They are the reason the day and night are different from each other, and they are the reason the seasons have different weather patterns. They cycle and unfold with the ceaseless turning of the wheel of fortune, which those without a magnetic center are whirled around by like crushed bits of plastic. Only those with hard strength and a calm composure - only those who have learned from suffering - can bear its ravishing twists and turns.
You and I know a great deal about solitude. To be under the black sky, with terminal lucidity of the body and every slight motion of the surroundings, to come to incrementally know the secrets of the night. To be fully in contact with that ineffable force that society projects its logographic flames onto, superimposing its subtlety.
Yet I felt I was swept away by an urgency foreign to me, the same sense that causes a virgin to want to conceive a child - filled by a divine mission. I would attempt to persuade or would have even given you some warning, but I fear you could not be brought to understand the nature of the purpose of why I left, and why I could not have taken you with me. How might I even begin to explain the New Aeon to you, Nyx? Even if you were to understand the mechanics of it, you would be overwhelmed in every way by its power.
To collide with it head-on would be so much to bear - too much, and most people would block it out, or cry and yell and scream until they figured out a way to cope with its presence, using ever-more elaborate methods sometimes involving self-mutilation. Does that even console you? Well, try this. You may imagine it simply as a hand extended from the clouds, not commanding or beckoning - pointing to what was always there, but which none of us had the fortune to see.
Love,
Eulalia