This text was written for the booklet of the compilation-LP "This Infernal Love of Life" (1989).

A STRANGE FEELING OCCURS

"It is certain that such a revolution in thought - that is, such an expansion of consciousness, such an evolution of intelligence - is not the result of a whim. It is in fact a question of a cosmic influence to which the earth, along with everything in it, is subjected. A phase of gestation of the planetary particle of our solar system is completed. Gaston Bachelard observes, in this connection, what he calls a "mutation of the Spirit". A new period must begin, and this is heralded by seismic movement, climatic changes, and finally, above all, by the spirit that animates man."

(R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz, "Symbol and the Symbolic", 1949)

1. SCIRE

Thoughts are swirling in my mind, easily, unhampered, doors open. One by one passing, flying across the surface like light birds over the ocean. All separated and integrated, they play with themselves and with each other. Great pleasure arises from their solitary playing, and from their intertwined games spring new and clear thoughts, moving onwards forever in very light air.

What is there to know? What do they inform "me"? Have I not yet managed to get away from "rational" thought? What is the purpose of "meaning", and whom does meaning concern?

Thoughts are best when left spinning in the air of Mind, breaking through the thin plastic - like a veil of new worlds and magickal visions. An image, an "ansawer", a clue, a direction can never really be expressed in thoughts, let alone in "words". Nature transmits that it's always best to begin at the beginning, and thereby, if we look to "Mind", thought must guide "Meaning", and "Meaning", ruled steadily by Will, must guide the words, the external contacts.

2. VELLE

Burning aggressively, there is something undefined and unrefined withing the Soul. Eager instincts entwined in a formula together with clear, unmuddled perceptions of interior and exterior surroundings. Prey-like scanning and love-filled, firm and yet soft, externalisation of the sum of the un-"known", that which is somewhat, somehow, somewhere felt, but never conceived or "thought" of. The joyous realization that hedonism (head on!-ism) is just a tiny grain of sand in the infinite desert of complexity. Love is the law, love under will.

The only characteristic well worth respect and dignity, as it transcends everything in the past right now, moving subcosciously, unconsciously and consciously into the ever glorious future.

3. AUDERE

Drowning, drowning, drowning in deep waters... The only attainment being survival through breathing, I press up and my head explodes. Gasping violently, and then some more, I become satisfied and calm, only to realize that it's raining and that I'll probably catch a cold...

The rational thought must here be stopped, a ruthless border-, or rather borderline-, control. Flesti raef tub reaf ot gnihton si ereht, if you understand me correctly. To throw oneself off the highest peak without one single consideration of anything at all, but truly willing to experience Life, is the virtue of the very few, the very noble and the very strong.

Laughing heartily, I unburden myself from the arbitrary beauty of clothing and behold the true beauty of my naked body. Without a single doubt, without a single hesitation or "thought", I dive into the deep, cold sea, swimming ever downwards. I move on, determined, and gain my strength, my nobility and my initiation through wonderously wonderful Work!

4. TACERE

Lying in the grass in deep meditation, the sun flowing on my brow, spreading opiate-like wellbeing in every cell. It's too comfortable for an Occidental, plagued by stress to the point of illness. I sit up, resting in the Dragon in the shadow of the Tree of Life.

"How do you do, Mr. Lion?", I ask, but no words are spoken, simply because they aren't needed. Silence is good enough when there is nothing to be said. Perhaps sometimes secrecy IS worth the while, not as protection, but as deep, esoteric realization and maturity...

"I'm fine, thank you. And you?" The Lion fixes his eyes on mine, opens his mouth and chews off my head in one big bite. A strange feeling occurs, but there's no fear, since I'm ever so releaxed from a recent swim in the illuminated pool of the Eternals...

Munching away, the Lion becomes My Self (or is it the other way around?). The blood is quickly sucked in by the dry, darkish earth, where immediately tiny flowers pop up, resembling playing children, truly happy in their wise and immoral innocence.

We walk slowly and heavily towards the setting sun (the earth trembling under our feet), aware of what is truly essential to us, and thereby taking great pride in our complete lack of "Morality". How sweet it is to see the moon rise through the eyes of the King of the Jungle...

And, let us never forget...

5. IRE

A motion that simply can't be seen, felt, heard, or in any way perceived. Something technology can never tap or record. It's just too great a paradox!

Movement is the eternal fundament of everything. He who opposes movement, and thereby development, defies (always unsuccessfully...) laws he cannot grasp, and immediately perishes forever (into the gaps of the rabid dogs of reason, I'd say...), only to become movement and development in the shape of corporal decay (Ha ha! Serves him right!)...

It cannot be seen, it cannot be felt, it cannot be heard, it cannot in any way be perceived. But it's there alright!