Showing posts with label Curses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Curses. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 May 2018

Curséd Be The Avengers - Curséd Be Earth's Most Mightiest Heroes

Curséd Be The Avengers;
Curséd Be Earth's Mightiest Heroes.


Tony Stark: 
You know me? 

You're not the only cursed with knowledge. 

Tony Stark: 
The only curse is you.

My Dad Tells Me Much The Same Whenever I See Him...  

The Sign of a Successfully Cursed Narcissist is that one day He Discovers and Realises There is No-One Left to Blame.... 

Although, a Tony Stark Personal Best

Thursday, 26 April 2018

Well - THAT Was Unlucky... : 14,000,405 to 1

Avengers : Infinity War 
is a Film about

In a Quantum Reality, the only Universal is 
We CHOOSE to Go to The Moon
(and to do The Other Things),
not because they are easy, but because they are HARD...

Mightier than The Sword
"There was no other way."

- Says the man who just looked ahead into 4,000,406 Quantum Reality Potential Futures

"Even Now, We are not yet beaten - this fate is not finally  yet sealed for all eternity. N

Writers have for years tried to make some sense of the Scarlet Witch’s powers (which seem to have to do with altering probablities, or altering reality or SOMEthing – it was all really vague when Stan Lee introduced her in the pages of the X-Men and even later on when he made her an Avenger). 
During Kurt Busiek’s run on the Avengers, he clarified her powers as being a result of 
Chaos Magick :
Well, during Avengers Disassembled, Brian Michael Bendis had Doctor Strange show up to say :

By Peter Carroll 

Chaos Magic for the Pandaemeon 

In Chaos Magick, beliefs are not seen as ends in themselves, but as tools for creating desired effects

To fully realize this is to face a terrible freedom in which 
Nothing is True 
Everything is Permitted
which is to say that 
Everything is Possible, 
There are no Certainties
The Consequences Can Be Ghastly

Laughter seems to be the only defence against the realisation that one does not even have a real self. 

The purpose of Chaos Rituals is to create beliefs by acting as though such beliefs were True. 

In Chaos Rituals you Fake it till you Make it, to obtain the power that a belief can provide. 

if you have any sense
you will laugh it off

and seek the requisite beliefs for whatever you want to do next
as Chaos moves you. 

Thus Chaoism proclaims 
The Death 
Rebirth of The Gods. 

Our subconscious creativity and parapsychological powers are more than adequate to create or destroy any god or self or demon or other "spritual" entity that we may choose to invest or disinvest belief in, at least for ourselves and sometimes others as well. 

The frequently awesome results attaining by creating gods by act of ritually behaving as though they exist should not lead the Chaos Magician into the abyss of attributing ultimate reality to anything.


That is the transcendentalist mistake, which leads to the narrowing of 
The Spectrum of The Self. 

The real awesomeness lies in the range of things we can discover ourselves capable of, 
even if we may temporarily have to believe the effects are due to something else, in order to be able to create them. 

The Gods are Dead. 
Long Live The Gods. 

Magic appeals to those with a great deal of hubris and a fertile imagination coupled with a strong suspicion that both reality and human condition have a game like quality. 

The game is open ended, and plays itself for amusement. 
Players can make up their own rules to some extent, and cheat by using parapsychology if desired. 

A magician is one who has sold his soul for the chance of participating more fully in reality. 


Only when Nothing is True, and the idea of a True Self is abandoned, does everything become permitted. 

There is some accuracy in the Faust myth, but he failed to take it to its logical conclusion. It takes only the acceptance of a single belief to make someone a magician. It is the meta-belief that belief is a tool for achieving effects. 

This effect is often far easier to observe in others than in oneself. It is usually quite easy to see how other people, and indeed entire cultures, are both enabled and disabled by the beliefs they hold. 

Beliefs tend to lead to activities which tend to reconfirm belief in a circle they call virtuous rather than vicious, even if the results are not amusing. 

The first stage of seeing through the game can be a shocking enlightenment that leads either to a weary cynicism or Buddhism. 

The second stage of actually applying the insight to oneself can destroy the illusion of the soul and create a magician. The realisation that belief is a tool rather than an end in itself has immense consequences if fully accepted. Within the limits set by physical possibility, and these limits are wider and more malleable than most people believe, one can make real any beliefs one chooses, including contradictionary beliefs. 

The Magician is not striving for any particular limited identity goal, rather he wants the meta-identity of being able to be anything. 

So welcome to the Kali Yuga of the Pandaemonaeon wherein nothing is true and everything is permissable. For in these post-absolutist days it is better to build upon the shifting sands than the rock which will confound you on the day it shatters. 

Philosophers have become no more than the keepers of useful sarcasms, for the secret is out that there is no secret of the universe. 

All is Chaos and evolution is going nowhere in particular. It is pure chance which rules the universe and thus, and only thus, is life good. 

We are born accidentally into a random world where only seeming causes lead to apparent effects, and very little is predetermined, thank Chaos. 

As everything is arbitrary and accidental then perhaps these words are too small and pejorative, rather we should perhaps say that life, the universe and everything is spontaneously creative and magical. 

Relishing stochastic reality we can revel exclusively in magical definitions of existence. The roads of excess may yet lead to the place of wisdom, and many indeterminate things can happen on the way to thermodynamic equilibrium. 

It is vain to seek solid ground on which to stand. Solidity is an illusion, as is the foot which stands on it, and the self which thinks it owns either is the most transparent illusion of all. 

The heavy vessels of faith are holed and sinking along with all lifeboats and ingenious rafts. 

So will you shop at the supermarket of sensation and let your consumer preferences define your true self? 

Or will you in a bold and lighthearted fashion, thieve from both for the fun of it?

For belief is a tool for achieving whatever one chooses to consider important or pleasurable, and sensation has no other purpose than sensation. 

Thus help yourself to them without paying the price. 

Sacrifice Truth for Freedom at every opportunity. 

The greatest fun, freedom and achievement lies not being yourself. 

There is little merit in simply being whomsoever you were destined to be by accident of birth and circumstance. 

Hell is the condition of having no alternatives. 

Reject then the obscenities of contrived uniformity, order and purpose. 

Turn and face the tidal wave of Chaos from which philosophers have been fleeing in terror for millennia. 

Leap in and come out surfing its crest, sporting amidst the limitless weirdness and mystery in all things, for those who reject false certainties.

 Thank Chaos we shall never exhaust it. 

Create, destroy, enjoy, IO CHAOS! --- * 

Origin: ChaosBox: Nothing is true -> all is permitted... (2:243/2)

(ll. 404-452) Again, Phoebe came to the desired embrace of Coeus.

Then the goddess through the love of the god conceived and brought forth dark-gowned Leto, always mild, kind to men and to the deathless gods, mild from the beginning, gentlest in all Olympus. Also she bare Asteria of happy name, whom Perses once led to his great house to be called his dear wife. And she conceived and bare Hecate whom Zeus the son of Cronos honoured above all. 

He gave her splendid gifts, to have a share of the earth and the unfruitful sea. She received honour also in starry heaven, and is honoured exceedingly by the deathless gods. 

For to this day, whenever any one of men on earth offers rich sacrifices and prays for favour according to custom, he calls upon Hecate. 

Great honour comes full easily to him whose prayers the goddess receives favourably, and she bestows wealth upon him; for the power surely is with her. 

For as many as were born of Earth and Ocean amongst all these she has her due portion. The son of Cronos did her no wrong nor took anything away of all that was her portion among the former Titan gods: but she holds, as the division was at the first from the beginning, privilege both in earth, and in heaven, and in sea. Also, because she is an only child, the goddess receives not less honour, but much more still, for Zeus honours her. Whom she will she greatly aids and advances: she sits by worshipful kings in judgement, and in the assembly whom she will is distinguished among the people. And when men arm themselves for the battle that destroys men, then the goddess is at hand to give victory and grant glory readily to whom she will. Good is she also when men contend at the games, for there too the goddess is with them and profits them: and he who by might and strength gets the victory wins the rich prize easily with joy, and brings glory to his parents. And she is good to stand by horsemen, whom she will: and to those whose business is in the grey discomfortable sea, and who pray to Hecate and the loud-crashing Earth-Shaker, easily the glorious goddess gives great catch, and easily she takes it away as soon as seen, if so she will. She is good in the byre with Hermes to increase the stock. The droves of kine and wide herds of goats and flocks of fleecy sheep, if she will, she increases from a few, or makes many to be less.

So, then. albeit her mother's only child, she is honoured amongst all the deathless gods. And the son of Cronos made her a nurse of the young who after that day saw with their eyes the light of all-seeing Dawn. So from The Beginning she is a nurse of the young, and these are her honours.

Sunday, 15 April 2018

The Curse : Always Read The Comments

Always Read The Comments

Because One Day They'll Be an Army 

The Blazing Man : 
See? This used to be just a hospital. 
Now it's mass production. 
The Cyber Foundries. 

Miss Demeanor : 
The whole city is a machine to turn people into Cybermen. 
What do you think? 
Exciting, isn't it? 

Watching the Cybermen getting started. 

Dr. Disco : 
They always get started. 
They happen everywhere there's people. 

Mondas, Telos, Earth, Planet 14, Marinus. 

Like sewage and smartphones and Donald Trump 
Some things are just inevitable. 

(Missy notices an aerial is pulsing out a signal

Miss Demeanor : 
Doctor. Doctor, have you done something? What's happening? 

Dr. Disco : 
People get the Cybermen wrong. 
There's no evil plan, no evil genius. 

Just parallel evolution. 

The Blazing Man : 
Doctor, what have you done? 

Dr. Disco : 
People plus technology minus humanity. 
The internet, cyberspace, Cybermen. 

Always Read The Comments

Because One Day They'll Be an Army 

Monday, 29 January 2018

Timon of Athens

"...that idea of The Far-Off Man, way, way out there,  but what does The Hermit tell us...?

If you try this get as lonely as you can get, you become visibly aware which you can't get away from it, because when you get very lonely very fast you become extremely thin and everything that goes on is or now ordinarily unnoticed cum spiritum 

First of all, you will find that there is a  Community of Insects.

And they are tremendously interested in You, and not necessarily hostile, in maybe some cases they are so.

But alone in The Forest, when you get really quiet, you'll notice little creatures will come and inspect you look you all over an
they'll go away and tell their friends and they'll come and look to see what it is and you become aware of every single sound and you realize that alone you're in the midst of a vast burning crowd - it may not be human but it's everything else - so
that the the point of being honest the discipline leads you to understand that 
You can't Resign

The lonelier you are, the more you're joined together with everything else. "

" Look at it - from another point of view, supposing I say everybody's playing the game Me First  - now, I'm going to play the game You Firstto use the phrase of Bonhoeffer who called Jesus The Man for Others - now, let's see if we could play that game instead of Me FirstYou First 


"I'm the one see who's so generous I'm the one who's so loving so self-effacing and all you insolent brats ...."

- Alan Watts

" This controversial play follows the declining fortunes of a man of extravagant contradictions.  

The fabulously rich Timon believes all his friends to be as open-hearted and generous as himself. When his wealth suddenly evaporates, however, he discovers the truth and his altruism turns to a bitter hatred of mankind. Stirred up by the cynical Apemantus, Timon retreats to the woods where he plots the destruction of Athens, the city that had formerly seemed to embody everything pleasurable and civilized. The cosmic scope of his hatred is communicated in a series of powerful and disturbing dramatic tableaux. 

The Curse :

SCENE I. Without the walls of Athens.

Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,
That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth,
And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!
Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools,
Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,
And minister in their steads! to general filths
Convert o' the instant, green virginity,
Do 't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;
Rather than render back, out with your knives,
And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal!
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed;
Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen,
pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire,
With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries,
And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop
Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
at their society, as their friendship, may
merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou detestable town!
Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!
Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
The gods confound--hear me, you good gods all--
The Athenians both within and out that wall!
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.