KLOTHO,LACHESIS,ATROPOS
At the birth of each man they appeared spinning, measuring, and cutting the thread of life.
Their name means “Parts.” “Shares” or “Alottted Portions”
Klotho, whose name means “Spinner” spun the thread of life.
Lakhesis, whose name means “Apportioner of Lots”–being derived from a word meaning to receive by lot–, measured the thread of life.
Atropos whose name means “She who cannot be turned,” cut the thread of life.
At the birth of a man, the Moirai spun out the thread of his future life, followed his steps, and directed the consequences of his actions according to the counsel of the gods. It was not an inflexible fate.
The Fates did not abruptly interfere in human affairs but availed themselves of intermediate causes, and determined the lot of mortals not absolutely, but only conditionally, even man himself, in his freedom was allowed to exercise a certain influence upon them. As man’s fate terminated at his death, the goddesses of fate become the goddesses of death, Moirai Thanatoio.
As goddesses of fate they must necessarily have known the future, which at times they revealed, and were therefore prophetic deities.
They were severe, inflexible and stern.
Klotho carries a spindle or a roll (the book of ate),
Lakhesis a staff with which she points to the horoscope on a globe.
Atropos a scroll, a wax tablet, a sundial, a pair of scales, or a cutting instrument.
At other times the three were shown with staffs or sceptres, the symbols of dominion, and sometimes even with crowns.
ζKeres Deaths Carousel Swings and woundabouts hearts slave to life Death cruel saviour drips venom filled tears with question marks lying in wait, knocking blindly at the armature wire, filled with turgid fillers, stuffed to the gills where no one can investigate congealed encased opiates of pain, a chasm bubbles sloe burning on the branch when moros came and ate
Contrary to the adage ‘knowledge economy’ we become distant. Incongruent. Uncalibrated. Disjointed. Destroyed.
The complexity of the want and Fuck u mind is the only economy birthed from this new notion of knowledge acquisition= economy
Dumb wits
Save the world they are killing it.
Nature watches the self cannibalisation
Disequilibrium based on disconnection from self
Alienation employs what it knows best: terror, we rust inside
kill yourselves oh how sad,schadenfreude
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fat, thin, immoral, lies Excuses excuses excusesthe descent comes and unfolds slowly pours and controlsSenseless shallow disguised=powerThe cat kills the king, the moon hangs there
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misericordia, misericordia, misericordia
mercy,mercy,mercy, fallacious fellatio, on your knee’s to thee highest in heaven the thunder of the thrush hidden in the scrub hold on wait ,hear me child, tender child little tweet, honest on the snow golden strands vomit, gurgle creep
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The sounding and seeing entity
Where the under is over and the on is offClose your mind downhear the stringless guitar playing manhaving pissed in his coke bottle now HANGS silentlyHow can a belly so full of worldly angst take the silent tune and hear the unheard of.How did others implant this ennui onto one who can’t spit it out into their faces?INTO their empty, so called educated, fatuous and self-serving facesBut turns it inwards and onto nature EXECUTED they weep empty tears
Welcome to the Fates
At the birth of each man they appeared spinning, measuring, and cutting the thread of life.
Their name means “Parts.” “Shares” or “Alottted Portions”
Klotho, whose name means “Spinner” spun the thread of life.
Lakhesis, whose name means “Apportioner of Lots”–being derived from a word meaning to receive by lot–, measured the thread of life.
Atropos whose name means “She who cannot be turned,” cut the thread Continue reading TheFates
Better to believethat no meditation yoga or chantwill eviscerate,excoriate the pain withinAccept look out give in to your part in itDon’t hide under the dominant fleece blanketCut the grass of your mindThe object the prize MONEY will crucify
Better to believe
that no meditation yoga or chantwill eviscerate,excoriate the pain withinAccept look out give in to your part in itDon’t hide under the dominant fleece blanketCut the grass of your mindThe object the prize MONEY will crucify
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erosion is slow like a pip wiped out on a briar
the deviant eats and gnaws away castigating the hairs
breadth of the day, the Roche subtle covered holding
flayed the sun rests on the broom here
come here feel your breast little one the thicket is
dark the gossamer swaddles venial lips purging free form
laid down breathless no one saw it come
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How full can you be? how riddled to thinness can there be gluttony
Gluttoned with concretisation desecration fake creationFattened calves patented and extended homogenisedBy the hyperbole of marke-tears.Held together by invisible chainstoo tired to care and protest watch the childCry cry humpty dumpty broken
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glaucous rex
Hail hosanna queen mother Mary earth iconised with your
fullnessDisguised with cold clear marble stoneColoured in votive appreciation hiding the scars and crucified mindsLady lady mother Mary quite contrary our garden does not grow, our pantheist stabbed in the heartThe well is full with dryness sucking and anthropomorphising what’s not but thinking it is.Nature nature mother nature your us not thee mother Mary
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Apart from being the most nihilistic, negative, pointless thing a person can do with themselves, have you any idea the devastation suicide causes to those left behind? The pain never goes away.
Who cut that guy down and saw his eyeballs popping out of his head, his tongue hanging, twisted from his mouth, the spittle still drooling down his chin onto the clean shirt his wife had given him to wear that morning? Who cleaned up the shit in his pants so that his family and friends wouldn’t be sickened by him? Who cleaned up all the other more difficult messes he left behind? Did his family lose their home to pay his debts and have to go and live with the grandparents?
Just this week here for the funeral of his brother who committed suicide. The pain all around is palpable. can’t sleep, can’t eat can’t see the point of going on. But he must go on.
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For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard’s.
We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.Continue reading SeamusHeaneyOFFtoNewFrontiers
How did he do it? He tried before! Backed out that time caught in the liminal what if? This time he probably put it around his neck and tried out the feeling, the sensation at least a week in advance.
purity
He decided, and that was that, threw it over the beam didn’t let it dangle just did it. With a sacrificial tear in his eye he kicked the chair. The mind is blank, no thought, the hands and arms just have a purpose. There was no thinking or ambivalence. Of course if an emergency had awakened the mind in him, fire, fire, help me, we need you, the child is drowning! Someone help me please! Jesus help me the fire is burning my body.
The noose would have been loosened dropping down kicking the chair he’d have ran, he’d have called, he’d have screamed come on everybody help them .
Or imagine
If someone broke into his house and threatened to kill him what then? Then he would have fought, then he would have attacked to save his self, then he would have screamed and shouted ‘don’t touch me, don’t even try it I have a gun upstairs, his life is his to preserve. It is precious.
When it is his self the only entity, the only life in the soul that needs help, the back turns and leaves it to its own devices.
The energy is obsolete breathing out with hatred, fire in the belly mellows in abeyance. Who can you call? I want to kill myself. I can’t see a reason to live! These thoughts are making it seem that this decision is the right one. What is there to live for what would they think? Cry baby.
A grown man like me. I want to end it all. If you call for help it doesn’t leave a lesion, have the same emphasis as actually being found hanging. Then they know I meant it. It is crying like a baby, looking for attention, I want to commit suicide, I feel like it. How do you say it? It is complex, profound, exciting and all knowing if you ask for help you can’t mean it! What would you know?
‘nothing like the real thing’ then they know he’s tasted purity.
Life should be open for discussion not destruction!
Scum rises
Why does scum rise?
Sitting in a bath having a wash is considered a courtesy to your body. As you wash you remove dead skin and dirt and sweat. A superficial layer of dermis acknowledges this cleansing by letting go and rising to the surface.
conflict of real interest
Scum. The scum hovers around the midriff. It is drawn toward the pulsating energy of the core. When this pushes it away it clings to the side of the bath. When you stand up and rinse yourself it still tries to hold on. Eventually letting go it still tries to hold on for dear life to the side of the plughole. The pressure of the water forces it down and out.
A good wash and scrub with a cloth will remove any left . Down it goes into system and the veins of the underworld.
The scum of the earth we cannot see. It rises through a mixture of cleansings. Firstly it is educated. It may feel a chip on its shoulder. Despises the refined. Hates the honest hardworking sensibilities of gentility. Misguided it aims to be educated to attain this disposition. Education and vulgarity do not mix. But in the scum’s world it does. Education is their host they are the Sturmia Bella. The scum misinterpret philosophy and ethics as a wasters game. These subjects are for the hollow hallowed men of leisure.
Scum does not understand the nature of thinking of the whole only the i. Their world becomes removed from others. Scum rises. And as it does it clings to the controlling centre of the system. You see scum is Continue reading Scum Drumm Rises
Power at first is rarely the goal. It is the assault of ideas that drags you along. The drowning in imaginings. How did that happen? Try it that way! What’s the worst that can happen if? Power is the murderer.
Like all assaults it is unexpected, unless of course you go out looking for a fight. Generally assaults on the system are not systemic. They are gradual and exciting like foreplay. At first you feel the tingle then the tension, a twist and turn away from, a denial that you’re enjoying it.
subsumed
Holding back from the sensation delaying the relief makes it feel more explosive and expansive. Power does this to you. At the point of submerge power takes the reins and it is all rollercoaster from there on in. The breath is taken from you. Slowly someone usually a clever accountant steps in and gives you an oxygen tank.The orgasmic state has little in comparison to power. Wild and liberating it keeps you floating on air.Power not being the end in itself takes a sycophant by surprise. The experiment becomes the control. Control sharpens the edge of the periphery, it feels good suddenly you senses are crying out for more. Vibrations are constant. What next?This game has now become bigger than the rules. The rules change. More and more the cry is loud oh God more sustaining this constancy blinds power.
The biblical parables were and are used by those proponents of God. Yes The law abiding Jew,The Agnostic,The Catholic,The Muslim,The Atheist Tax dodging is part of the bibles ethos. In not so many words it is encouraged to take advantage. To the ways and means of usury.
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!["Zeus lay with the fair-cheeked daughter of Okeanos and Tethys apart from Hera ((lacuna)) . . deceiving Metis (Thought) although she was full wise. But he seized her with his hands and put her in his belly, for fear that she might bring forth something stronger than his thunderbolt: therefore did Zeus, who sits on high and dwells in the aether, swallow her down suddenly. But she straightway conceived Pallas Athene: and the father of men and gods gave her birth by way of his head on the banks of the river Trito. And she remained hidden beneath the inward parts of Zeus, even Metis, Athena's mother, worker of righteousness, who was wiser than gods and mortal men. There the goddess (Athena) received that [her arms] whereby she excelled in strength all the deathless ones who dwell in Olympos, she who made the host-scaring weapon of Athena. And with it [Zeus) gave her birth, arrayed in arms of war."](https://art8art.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/2.jpg?w=150&h=100)
At the birth of each man they appeared spinning, measuring, and cutting the thread of life.
Their name means “Parts.” “Shares” or “Alottted Portions”
Klotho, whose name means “Spinner” spun the thread of life.
Lakhesis, whose name means “Apportioner of Lots”–being derived from a word meaning to receive by lot–, measured the thread of life.
Atropos whose name means “She who cannot be turned,” cut the thread Continue reading TheFates
At the birth of each man they appeared spinning, measuring, and cutting the thread of life.
Their name means “Parts.” “Shares” or “Alottted Portions”
Klotho, whose name means “Spinner” spun the thread of life.
Lakhesis, whose name means “Apportioner of Lots”–being derived from a word meaning to receive by lot–, measured the thread of life.
Atropos whose name means “She who cannot be turned,” cut the thread Continue reading TheFates
