Contemplations of a Storm

The Mask which is Belief

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Fri, 19 Dec 2008 22:50:21 GMT

Our intellects give us human animals the impressive ability to model reality. The realities so modeled can even be the modelers themselves, as well as hypothetical realities which our models predict to be possible. Our models will always be imperfect and incomplete though, and forgetting this fact can effectively limit our minds within our own models and cause us to fail to perceive an aspect of the modeled reality which is not specified in the model. In this way, beliefs can be masks which prevent us from seeing the underlying reality. When the reality being modeled is ourselves or humanity, our beliefs can mask our deeper selves from our own awareness. Such unintentional masking stealthily occurs when an emotion happens to reinforce a belief yet is not actually a core component of the belief itself. In this case the emotion will reinforce our conviction in the belief without us even needing to be aware of the actual nature of the emotion behind the belief. Such emotionally charged belief is commonly seen in religious persons. For me though, it occurred in relation to my belief in the value of communication, and what that belief was effectively masking was my fear of loneliness. What I realized was that some of my idealistic attempts to communicate with certain persons at ill-chosen times were in reality very much motivated by a fear of loneliness. Realizing that my belief was unintentionally masking an emotion and therefore inhibiting my self-awareness enabled me to peer more accurately at the causality between my emotions and my actions, and to consciously confront the fear itself.

Pirates Versus Ninjas

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Sat, 31 May 2008 23:12:21 GMT

Male pirates have more sex appeal than male ninjas, so I say we males opt to be pirates.
Female ninjas however have more sex appeal than female pirates,and I cite the following as proof...

So, ye scurvy dogs, let the pillagin' begin!
...And the original question was...Pirates, or ninjas?

Quasitheism

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Wed, 14 May 2008 23:02:05 GMT

The atheist's beliefs are imprisoned within the current scientific paradigm of materialism. The theist operates outside of the limited paradigm of materialism, but the theist's beliefs are polluted by prior unmet emotional need which he/she transforms into a deity. Quasitheism is a formalized acknowledgment that there is indeed something beyond material reality, but does not go so far as to declare that this immaterial reality is a sentient deity, while still admitting that it could be something that we would call a deity. There are simply too many hypotheses that cannot be selected for or against within our current understanding. Quasi- is a prefix which basically means "almost", and I felt that it was the best available prefix to encompass the range of unknowns in the search for "divinity". Quasitheism could arguably be classified as a permutation of agnosticism, but what distinguishes quasitheism is that it definitively states that there is something beyond material reality.

Awareness Versus Progress

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Sat, 10 May 2008 22:22:08 GMT

In my adolescence I formed the belief that awareness was always the first step in personal growth; that without awareness no progress could be made. This core belief of mine has strongly shaped my interactions with people, especially when they needed guidance. People have thanked me for encouraging their awareness, but some of these same people have also suffered repeatedly from moments when I misguidedly pushed too hard towards awareness. I have come to realize that awareness is not required as a first step for all people; that in fact some people can intuitively move towards a state of higher quality without being aware intellectually. Just because my intellect is more honed than my intuition and so has been a more expedient tool for my own personal evolution does not mean that everyone is in the same state as me. By believing that awareness was always the first step for everyone I was really just misguidedly projecting myself onto others. I wrote the belief that awareness was always the first step for everyone on a piece of paper, and burned it in the Beltane fire, as a symbolic gesture reinforcing that I was removing that belief from within myself.

"Birthday Suits" and Spankings

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 01:27:40 GMT

We will be celebrating my birthday this Monday (3-31-08) at the Necto. Unfortunately due to corrupt morality made into law, you will not be able to show up in your birthday suit. Blessedly though, the libertine dress-code for Factory Mondays would allow you to get away with wearing only a thong, electrical tape on your nipples, and footgear. This can be your modified "birthday suit", to help celebrate my birthday of course. (To clarify the notion of birthday spankings: subs receive a number of spankings equal to their new age in years, Doms automatically get to deliver a number of spanks equal to their new age in years, and switches can do both.)

Tieflings

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 03:53:41 GMT

Tiefling is a word which essentially translates to "devilish one". Tieflings are the demonic descendants which result when a sexual union between a demonic creature and a humanoid produces half-demon children, which in turn infuses those half-demons' descendants with demonic blood. In the Dungeons&Dragons game, tieflings are one of the possible races to which you can have your character belong. I found this hilarious interview with a tiefling and a gnome (though you might have to be geeky enough to be familiar with certain trivia regarding Dungeons&Dragons to fully appreciate it).

Fractals

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 08:29:13 GMT

Contemplating the fact that simple equations like z_n+1=z_n²+c can produce the infinitely intricate geometries of a fractal can honestly fill me with a sense of blissfully superlative awe, more so than any church ever could.

The basic equation I cited above produces the Mandelbrot Set fractal, as well as the Julia set fractals. The Mandelbrot Set is essentially a map of Julia sets. If you would like to see a visual representation which dynamically and interactively demonstrates the relationship between Julia sets and the Mandelbrot Set, the program Fraqtive does a beautiful job. You would need Linux in order to run the Fraqtive program though, so...

...With a Linux LiveCD you can boot into a functional [and temporary] Linux desktop without having to actually install Linux on your computer. (If you like a particular version of Linux enough to want it on your computer permanently, you can always install it to your hard-drive from a LiveCD.) The GoblinX LiveCD happens to have the Fraqtive program on it, so if you download the .ISO file for GoblinX and burn it to a CD you can then reboot your computer with the LiveCD in the drive and it will boot you into GoblinX (as long as your computer's BIOS is currently set to boot from CD prior to hard-drive, which is a setting that you can change). (The MD5 checksum to verify the fidelity of the downloaded GoblinX .ISO is 1d88aed9eb8e350e74dd301cf338f068.) Once you see the initial GoblinX screen, simply press the "Enter" key when prompted for a standard boot, and after logging in with the initial username and password that it supplies you, you select from one of the five possible desktops; I will recommend typing gof (and then pressing the "Enter" key) in order to select the FluxBox desktop (though any of the desktops should work). (The key combination of Ctrl+Alt+Backspace will exit from any Linux desktop and in GoblinX will take you back to the desktop selection screen.) Once the FluxBox desktop has booted-up, right-click on the desktop to produce the pop-up GoblinX Menu, and Fraqtive will be found under the Graphics submenu. (Coincidentally perhaps, the FluxBox desktop in GoblinX has a fractal background.)

Update: There are now versions of Fraqtive for Mac OS X and Windows, though I have never run the version for Windows so I cannot personally attest to its stability or performance on that platform.

Mantle of Curricular Authority

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 05:01:01 GMT

The divide between childhood and adulthood is the acquisition of [a degree of] autonomy. The goal then of parenting and education is to ultimately empower children with the autonomy that they will need as an adult. Many parents in our modern culture though try so hard to keep their children from growing up ["too soon"]. In such homes these progeny are treated as mere children right up until the day that they move out of their parents' home, at which point they are suddenly thrust into an adult world in which they are somehow expected to instantly function as adults, despite inadequate encouragement and training in their parents' home. A healthier approach to creating adults would be to actually encourage the child to become an adult, and to gradually grant the child rights commeasurate with responsibilities until the child has all the rights and responsibilities of an adult. In older cultures they concretely symbolized this transformation with rite-of-passage ceremonies to emphatically acknowledge a child's transition into adulthood, but our modern culture lacks adequate rites-of-passage. (Did you feel like a fully empowered adult at your high school graduation?) When imagining how a teacher could provide a meaningful rite-of-passage to a student (though not the final rite), I came up with the following document...

Mantle of Curricular Authority
By completion of this Mantle, _______________________________ is hereby imbued with both the right and the responsibility for authoring his/her own independent curriculum at the Academy. The educators of the Academy hereby pledge to support to the best of their ability and available resources the independent curriculum authored by the Recipient. With his/her self-governed Curricular Authority, the Recipient has the right to re-author his/her curriculum at will. However, should the educators of the Academy deem that monetary resources previously committed to the Recipient's prior self-authored curriculum have not been properly utilized by the Recipient, the educators hold the prerogative to withhold further monetary resources until they deem that the Recipient has properly utilized those previously committed resources. This Mantle further grants the Recipient the rank of Senior Scholar at the Academy.

Granting of Curricular Authority:
We, the educators at the Academy, believe that empowering our students is a crucial goal of education. We deem that the Recipient has demonstrated the traits which would make one worthy of the above mentioned Curricular Authority, and we pledge to support to the best of our ability and available resources the self-authored curriculum of the Recipient.

Granting Educator: _______________________________

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Signature of Granting Educator

Acceptance of Curricular Authority:
I, _______________________________, declare that I have read this Mantle and I understand and agree to the right and the responsibility that it imbues upon me.

_______________________________
Signature of Recipient

Submission

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Wed, 02 May 2007 01:26:55 GMT

Submission is an indulgence. Like any indulgence, it has its time and place. The fact that the fearful populace prefers to surrender responsibility to supposed "higher authorities" is what provides unscrupulous persons with the opportunity to seize that power and parasitically abuse it.

Birthday Suits and Spankings

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 22:02:29 GMT

My friend Denny's birthday falls on the same day as mine, and my other friend Renee's birthday is the day before ours. (...And Denny and Renee happen to be dating.) We are using all three birthdays as an excuse to party on Friday, March 30th, at Denny and Renee's place. You will want to park in the public parking by the office just before you turn onto Lincoln Street. (If you are on her Friends List here is the link to Renee's LJ entry concerning the party.) Gifts are not necessary; your presence is gift enough. A potluck contribution might be a good idea though, since everyone will eventually get hungry.

Lexicon

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Mon, 25 Sep 2006 20:52:44 GMT

Certain ideas of mine have no exact English words with which to express them. In the absence of an exact word I tend to use the closest, most poetic word. Since my usage of the words sufficiently differs from what people commonly think when they hear the words, I felt that a lexicon was in order. My definitions are crafted to include but expand upon the common definitions of the words.

thought-form: any neurological activity which makes its way into what we call the mind. All memes are thought-forms, but not all thought-forms are memes.

Beauty: the quality of a thought-form which attracts a subject.

Ugliness: the quality of a thought-form which repels a subject.

Love: the state a subject experiences toward a beautiful thought-form.

Fear: the state a subject experiences toward an ugly thought-form.

Compatibility

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Tue, 28 Mar 2006 21:55:13 GMT

You know she's a keeper when...

...You can be your dorkiest self around her and she finds it adorable.

...She genuinely finds it romantic when you sing Mr. Bungle's Girls of Porn to her.

...She loves to play laser-tag, and she likes to wear overtly sexy clothing while playing.

...She sacrifices hours worth of sleep to make you the most delicious pie you have ever tasted, which she so artfully adorns with food-colored relief sculpture of trees and vines that you don't know whether to eat it or frame it.

...She demands sex as payment for cleaning the house.

...Sometimes, she just misses the taste of your cum.

...Her bedroom talk includes things like, "Please cum in my ass, Daddy!"

...She is totally willing to try seducing her sister into a threesome just because she knows how much of a pervert you are.

Fantasia

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Tue, 06 Sep 2005 19:17:04 GMT

As I was browsing a copy of the The Neverending Story by Michael Ende, I came upon a scene that just begged to be rewritten. (The original is on page 294 of the particular copy that I read, in the chapter titled The Seeing Hand.) The godlike Bastian has a gorgeous woman who foolishly threatened to kill him throw herself at his feet, pledging her body and soul to him and repeatedly professing that she would readily fulfill his every desire. Any red-blooded male would at least have a dirty thought at such a moment, but not chaste Bastian. This is why I felt the need to rewrite the scene. (The bulk of my original content, and hence the main divergence of the two versions of the scene, begins when Damion turns to address the others in the court.)
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For those of you who have no familiarity with the mythology, there is supposedly a magical book called The Neverending Story. Whoever reads the book is magically pulled into the story in order to remake via wishes the the world called Fantasia which has been destroyed by a supernatural evil called The Nothing. The wishes are granted by way of a magical amulet which makes its bearer into a god. What would you do with godlike power?
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Xayide's Punishment
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Our memories inevitably shape our wishes, and this is what accounts for the similarities between Bastian's version of Fantasia and Damion's version. Unlike Bastian however who was fat and unliked by the girls in his school, Damion's slender form and androgynous greenish blue eyes induced more than one game of "Show me yours; I'll show you mine" on the playground. Damion recalled Bastian's meeting with Xayide, but even as he read Bastian's account Damion had imagined the scenario occurring differrently. When the Childlike Empress magically transformed young Damion from a boy into a man as she had once likewise done with Bastian, this difference was manifested dramatically.
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When Damion, followed by his companions, entered the magic throne room, Queen Xayide arose from her red-coral throne. Damion proceeded up the steps to the elevated platform upon which the throne itself sat. Xayide was wearing a long gown of violet silk whose neckline plunged to just above her navel, barely covering her nipples, and it had leg slits that ran so high it was obvious that she wore nothing underneath. Her tantalizingly exposed flesh was as pale as marble. Her flaming red hair was coiled and braided into a fantastic edifice, and two ornamented braids were left to hang down and frame her beautiful face. There was something strangely disturbing about her eyes. It took Damion a fraction of a moment to figure out what it was -- they were of different colors, one green, one red. She was trembling, evidently in fear of Damion. With his penetrating gaze he looked her straight in the face and she lowered her long lashes.
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There were costly censers to each side of the throne from which rose heavy clouds of different colored smoke, which spilled down the steps before the throne and crept over the floor like fog.
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Thus far Damion hadn't said a word. That seemed to shatter Xayide's composure, for suddenly she threw herself on the floor in front of him, took one of his feet and set it on her neck.
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"My Lord and Master!" she said in a throaty voice that sounded somehow mysterious. "No one in Fantasia can withstand you. You are mightier than the mighty and more dangerous than all the demons together. If you wish to take revenge on me for having been too stupid to recognize your greatness, trample me underfoot. I have earned your anger. But if you wish once again to demonstrate your far-famed magnanimity, suffer me to become your obedient slave, who swears to obey you body and soul. Teach me to do what you deem desirable and I will be your humble pupil, obedient to your every hint. I repent of the harm I tried to do you and beg your mercy!"
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"Arise, Xayide!" said Damion. He had been very angry, but her speech pleased him. Since she wished to learn what he deemed desirable, he could see no reason to reject her plea. His mind plotted and his cock hardened.
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Xayide arose and stood before him with bowed head. "Will you obey me unconditionally? he asked, "however hard you may find it to do my bidding? Will you obey me without argument and without grumbling?"
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"I will, my Lord and Master," said Xayide.
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"Very well," said Damion with a devious grin. "Then I will take you into my service. Do you have any idea what you have gotten yourself into?"
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For a fraction of a second Xayide's eyes glowed red and green and a powerful tingle surged between her legs, but then, veiling her eyes with her long lashes, she said: "I am yours to command, my Lord and Master."
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"Indeed you are," said Damion as he turned away from her. Then more loudly he proclaimed, "...As are all who would otherwise be under your command." With that Damion scanned the room and quickly set his eyes upon one of Xayide's former underlings, a petite yet buxom young maiden with wild black and red hair. He motioned the beautiful young lady towards him with a gesture of his hand. She hesitated out of disbelief and fright, but compensated for that with the haste in which she ascended the steps to the royal platform on which he was standing. He bent towards her ear and whispered a series of commands to her, and she quickly departed.
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Damion turned back to Xayide and commanded her: "Undress." He then casually strolled past her over to her former throne and seated himself on it. The servants did not so much as breathe as they watched their queen completely expose her nakedness before Lord Damion. The skin of her face burned with heat. He lanquidly allowed his eyes to soak in the beauty of her pale, naked form, and then commanded her, "On your knees before me." She did as she was told, but could not look him in the eyes. "Now suck my cock," he commanded. She reached for the buttons of his fly, undid them, and reached in to wrap her hand around his hard cock, relishing the feel of it in her hand only a second before pulling it out into view. She lowered her head and took his rigid member into her mouth. She was a queen and a powerful sorceress, and now she was being degraded like a common whore. She could not help but admit to herself though that her pussy now ached to be taken by such a man powerful enough to do this to the witch-queen.
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The girl that Damion sent away returned and ascended the steps to the royal platform and stopped beside the throne. In one hand she held a bowl with water in it, with a towel draped over that arm. She also held a jar in the other hand, which she held outstretched towards him. It was at this point that Damion took note of the fact that this girl's garments were too exquisitely crafted to be those of a mere servant. This girl was perhaps a noble herself, or at the very least the daughter of someone wealthy. All the better he thought.
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Damion grabbed Xayide's hair and lifted her head from his cock. For the first time since being told to undress she looked him in the eyes. In that instant she truly knew that she would do anything he asked. Despite that, his next instruction still managed to shock her. "After the proper lubrication has been applied, you will impale your ass upon my cock, " he stated flatly.
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Damion turned his eyes toward the other girl, who did not meet his gaze. After a second or two he asked her, "What are you waiting for?" Her face flushed once she realized that he wanted her to be the one who would apply the lubricant not only to his cock but also to the anus of her aunt, the Queen, and in front of all these people no less. The girl set down the bowl and the towel, and opened the jar, leaned over the arm of the throne, and began applying the greasy salve to his cock in deliberate strokes. She was envious that this cock in her hand was not for her. He then commanded Xayide to stand, turn away from the girl, and bend over. With one hand Xayide grabbed an arm of the throne for support. Damion then commanded the girl: "Tongue her anus well before applying the salve." The girl kneeled behind her aunt and readily began tonguing her quivering anus. Both women were secretly thrilled to be made to perform such an incestuous deed. It was a fantasy they each had yet neither had dared to explore. Not knowing if she would ever have this chance again, the girl found that one of her hands seemed to rise of its own volition and began fingering her aunt's pussy and clit. Damion was indeed pleased by this and so allowed it to continue, but it was an infraction that could not be allowed to go unpunished. He could tell by her sounds and bodily gestures that Xayide was nearing orgasm, at which point he sharply commanded: "Stop!" The girl reluctantly stopped, and then completed her previous instructions by appying a dollop of the salve to her aunt's anus.
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Damion then commanded Xayide, "Sit on my cock." She spun her ass towards her cruel new master. The hand that was on the one arm of the throne remained there, and with the other she grabbed his cock so that she could guide it into her eager ass. Her sphincter was already relaxed from the pleasuring that her niece had given her, so Xayide took his cock into her ass like a pro. After Xayide broke into regular up-and-down rhythm Damion instructed the other girl to finger Xayide's clit. Within seconds the pain and pleasure and sheer sluttiness of the act caused Xayide to begin making the noises of a rapidly impending orgasm. Damion instructed her: "You are not to orgasm until you feel me blowing my load inside you." He could have allowed himself to cum much sooner than he did, but he was rather enjoying the blissful torment that he knew she was experiencing from her own dutifully delayed orgasm. He grabbed the soft flesh of her hips lustfully. "Do you love being made into my little slut before all these people? Do you love having your asshole stretched upon my cock?" he asked.
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"Yesss," was the breathy reply that she barely managed.
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"Do you forget to whom you are speaking?" he sternly reminded her.
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"Yes, my Lord and Master!" she exclaimed loudly. With that she heard the groan of his orgasm escape his lips and felt his cock begin to throb. Even if she had not been given permission to cum right then, she could not have delayed her orgasm any further even if her life depended on it. Her entire body was taken over with violent spasms and her moans echoed in the royal hall. This orgasm was one of the most powerful she had ever felt, and after the climax subsided she collapsed, thoroughly exhausted, upon Damion's lap. He had enough command over his body that even as his cock slowly softened within her ass he was still able to flex targetted muscles and make it twitch. Each such twitch was like an electric jolt to Xayide's body, with which he enjoyed tormenting her.
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He then instructed her: "Get up." She wanted to remain laying upon him indefinitely, but she obeyed. He then said to Xayide, "Go bath yourself. When you are done you will dine with me in the banquet hall. You will seat yourself on the floor to the right of my chair, and you are to wear no clothing." Damion sadistically enjoyed watching Xayide descend with shaky legs down the steps and then make her way through the crowd.
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To the other girl he commanded: "Clean my cock now." She grabbed the bowl and the towel and proceeded to do exactly that. He then stood and fastened the buttons of his fly. He then turned to the girl and said, "While Xayide is bathing you are to acquire slave collars for yourself and Xayide, which I know are in ample supply here. You will put yours on, then you will undress and seat yourself on the floor to my left in the banquet hall. Your punishment for acting without instruction shall come after I have sated my appetite for food."
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While in search of the slave collars, the girl finally became aware of the fact that he had never asked her for her name. Not only did this somehow not bother her, but she found herself eagerly awaiting her punishment to come.
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That, however, is another story and shall be told another time.

Journey into Boynton Canyon

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Tue, 12 Jul 2005 09:05:30 GMT

We started onto the forested hiking trail into Boynton Canyon after nightfall. I would have preferred to have used only the illumination of the full moon, but cloud cover made it so that I had to use a flashlight occasionally to ensure that we were on the correct trail. We eventually made it to the red mountainous rock structure that we were seeking, and climbed to the top of it. The light of the moon as diffused through the thin clouds was sufficient for the task of climbing. While we were perched upon the apex, the clouds parted and vibrantly illuminated the entire canyon in moonlight. We passed our time alternating fluidly between quiet observation and conversation regarding things philosophical and spiritual. Lightning storm clouds then rolled in over the canyon. The drizzle was so light and warm that it was completely negligible. The lightning show surrounded us in all directions of the horizon, and was quite spectacular. After the storm rolled past us the canyon was once again bathed in moonlight. We eventually made our way back out of the canyon, but I left with a measure of that beauty permanently imprinted within my soul.

Adrenaline

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Thu, 07 Jul 2005 04:06:57 GMT

Speeding through curvy mountain roads in the foggy dark of night with harsh music blaring is quite an adrenaline rush. Everyone should have such an experience at least once in their life. It's like playing a racecar videogame, except if you crash there's no Reset button. I would actually take my eyes off the road long enough to glimpse the splendor of the mountains, but I very strongly recommend against doing that at the speeds I was going and especially in such foggy conditions. When I finally do pass over into the Afterlife and meet my guardian angel, I will find this creature with a nervous twitch and only tufts of hair remaining on her head, and she will be muttering incoherently. After guarding me against my own recklessness, she will consider Hell to be a vacation.

Imagination and Beauty

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Thu, 30 Jun 2005 00:14:39 GMT

In its most raw form, creation is totally random and chaotic. A notion of quality is then required to differentiate the patterns that emerge from chaos. Within a sapient mind, imagination is the fundamental creation mechanism for thought-forms. At its deepest layer imagination is chaotic, and slightly above that is a subconscious layer that we could call intuition, which in this scenario is the part of our minds which first applies a notion of quality. We use our intuition to draw forth specific thought-forms from the limitless chaos of imagination. Imagination is the seed of Brahmic divinity within us.
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Every thought-form can have one of two qualities: we can be either repelled away from it or drawn toward it. (For academic thoroughness, a thought-form can be neutral.) Fear is the best name to give this repulsion from negative thought-forms, and love is the best name to give to this attraction to positive thought-forms. When fear rules your life, your mind manifests and fixates upon negative thought-forms. When love rules your life, your mind manifests and fixates upon positive thought-forms. Fear is designed to move one away from a state of ugliness, and love is designed to move one towards a state of beauty. The problem with fear however is that it creates ugly thought-forms, and if the individual is not balanced with love then the only thought-forms that they are creating are ugly ones. Reality in a state ruled by fear becomes ugly. Reality in a state ruled by love becomes beautiful. The ugliness currently in our world can be traced to fear within human hearts. If you want to live in a beautiful world though, you will have to help create it by embracing love to make your inner world beautiful and radiating that beauty out into the outer world through the choices you make.

Systemic Evolution

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Sat, 25 Jun 2005 06:39:23 GMT

The evolution of any system towards a higher state of quality requires three mechanisms: the creation of new patterns, the preservation of patterns of highest quality, and the destruction of patterns of lowest quality. I am fond of pointing out that hundreds of years ago the Hindus deified the mechanisms of systemic evolution as Brahma the Creator, Vishnu the Preserver, and Shiva the Destroyer. Had Western philosophers employed the ideas of the East, they could have easily formulated the theory of evolution for biological systems long before Darwin found the need to begin "reinventing the wheel", so to speak. The principles of systemic evolution can be applied to any dynamic system of patterns though, not just living organisms. Computer programmers have been inspired by Darwin's biological version of systemic evolution to create what they call genetic algorithms, which enable profoundly powerful simulations of complex natural phenomena such as fluid turbulence. Legal systems qualify as dynamic systems of patterns as well. Imbalance among the mechanisms can push a system into a state of meaninglessness, stagnation, and eventually oblivion. A legal system which lacks an adequate internal application of the mechanism of destruction [and most if not all are this way] will become bogged down by obsolete and ineffectual laws and eventually contribute to societal collapse. The cycle of systemic evolution also applies, perhaps most importantly, to the belief system of an individual. If you are not using your imagination to create new ideas and using your intellect to destroy obsolete ones, then you will stagnate.

Immunology

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Mon, 04 Apr 2005 00:03:10 GMT

Once upon a time, humans lived in harmony with the Earth. Then in Mesopotamia a culture decided that it was going to conquer the world. They brutally expanded their cultural empire by either forcing their neighbors to assimilate into their culture or by outright slaughtering their neighbors. Over the course of ten thousand years this cultural conquest has covered the globe, with only small pockets of aboriginal cultures remaining unassimilated. The seemingly diverse modern cultures of the world all share one common metacultural trait which began in Mesopotamia: they all believe that the world belongs to humans. This belief has a corollary: that the individual is separate from the world around it. These beliefs of separation and ownership have justified all atrocities against fellow humans and Earthly inhabitants. The reason that the ancient ecologically harmonious cultures of the world fell under this conquest is because as a collective they lacked a cultural immune system.
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As a visual metaphor, let us label the warlike Mesopotamian culture as "black", and the ecological cultures as "white". The "black" culture successfully conquered the peaceful "white" cultures due to their lack of militarism. What was needed was an immunological "gray" culture. A gray culture appears for all intents and purposes as a "white" culture under normal conditions. However, when a gray culture identifies a "black" culture, it enters immunological mode and annihilates the "black" culture, possibly destroying itself in the process. Had the ancient world been composed of gray cultures instead of "white" ones, then our current world would not be corrupted as it is by greed; we would not be living in a "black" world. Greed directly stems from the notions of separation and ownership. If humanity survives its current "black" cultural infection and returns to ecologically harmonious ways without first destroying itself and the ecology of the planet by its current path, then humanity will have to adopt the wisdom of gray culture, otherwise the cycle of global ecological devastation will begin again when another cultural infection arises. No sufficiently complex system, be it a peaceful global culture or a biological organism, can survive without an immune system.

Apocalypse

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 13:20:59 GMT

Due to how stubbornly self-absorbed and short-sighted humans are, I believe that an apocalypse is inevitable. Our consumption of resources and the damage that we inflict upon this planet will eventually accrue to the point where the very survival of our entire species upon this planet will come into jeopardy. At that point humans will viciously turn upon each other for control of dwindling resources. The timeframe over which this apocalypse will occur may span years or centuries, but the end result will still be the fall of our modern civilization as we know it. This apocalypse is fully avoidable, but it would take a unanimous decision by all of the peoples of the world to alter their lifestyles, which is not likely to occur. I fear that the best thing that the dreamers of the world can hope to do is to survive this apocalypse, so that their wisdom can be used to build a new world from the ashes of the old.

Memetic Infection (part 2)

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Thu, 10 Mar 2005 00:12:50 GMT

Have you ever had those moments when you just feel that you do not belong in this world? ...That this world is just too fucked-up to be real? Everyone knows that there is something wrong with this world, with us humans, but how many people realize that the entire Earth was once a nearly Edennic paradise to our species? Eden was real, in a manner of speaking, and we are indeed the ones who "sinned" against it and against our fellow humanity, and who continue to do so today. Do you realize that you feel that you do not belong in this world because ancestors of yours decided that instead of belonging to the world that the world belonged to us? Ten thousand years ago our ancestors invented the notion of ultimate possession, and with it they justified their imperial conquest of the world and the horrors which they visited upon their fellow humans and the other inhabitants of the Earth. Possession and separation are the memes which infect us. This culture of possession is nearly completely global, and the small remaining aboriginal pockets of resistance are being either wiped-out or forced to assimilate as we speak. It is what Cain did to Abel (mythically), it is what the Mesopotamian city-states did to their neighbors, it is what the European colonialists did to the Native American populations, and it is what the world is currently doing to the South American aboriginal populations that live in the rain forests. This cultural infection and its attack on the environment will render this planet uninhabitable to us if we do not change paths.

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iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Tue, 08 Mar 2005 19:07:14 GMT

What would you look like as an Anime Character? (MODIFIED)
Name:
Gender, Age, and Species:	male; (incalculable) ; halfbreed (demon/vampire)
Walk of Life:	biomancer, Grand Warlord of Bhator
Hair Style:	long, neon blue
Eye Type and Color:	vibrant blue (but glow green during spellcasting)
Clothing:	conjured Aesfotedian fabric, or biomantic exoskeletal armor
Weapons and Accessories:	scorpionesque tentacles, fangs, barbed exoskeleton, horns
Memorable Quote:	"Convince me that I should spare your life."

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Memetic Infection

iniquitous_incubus@yahoo.com — Wed, 02 Mar 2005 11:06:39 GMT

Humans themselves are not the virus that is destroying this planet. The virus is cultural.