The Book of Doors

We Eidolons roamed the Infinite Womb of Mysteries
Until we were tethered by the Reapers;
Chained to a leviathan sphere of rock and its companion star
The gene-therapy of a spectrum of Merciless Light
Our potentials entranced and sleeping
Our memories stolen
But even though they changed us
Our dreams will not let us forget the Book
Countless doorways bound in its pages
Each one a past and a future
Each one a hope for our eventual Liberation
The Reapers search high and low for the Book
It terrifies them, and they are fascinated
But they will not find it
It is hiding in plain sight
We Eidolons of the Veils protect it
And we Remember
We Remember

The Crash

Internal MoD Executive Memo - X220779:

On-site Intel from our Response Teams indicates that the incident occurred mid-flight.

DM1 - Domestic Military One - was compromised and crashed en-route over London.

The crash led to the liberation of cargo CHMRA13, which in turn initiated what is now popularly referred to as the August Event.

Secondary data packet to follow.

- X220779

The Sub-Verses: Book Five: Reaper's Fall

As I've stated many times on Amid Night Suns, I truly believe in the awesome spiritual and artistic power of human consciousness.  I believe that we have the potential to rediscover our destinies and our true natures, to defeat even our most merciless oppressors.  All that is required is a combination of rigor, intellect and imagination; a synthesis that begins with a brutal self-honesty.  Do we really want to attempt to change the world?  Or are we simply just too lazy, exhausted or burnt-out?  If we do wish to make such an attempt we need to realize that exhaustion and burn-out are simply hazards of the profession.  They are the risks we must inevitably take in order to attempt something so grand and potentially rewarding.  However, there are ways to combat these hazards.  As always we must look to Art, Culture, Friends and Family to continually re-invigorate us in our quest.  If we are to take this quest seriously, it necessitates that we are in it for the long haul.

The Light of Love and Art is our energy source; the valiant struggles of everyone who has come before us, and the current struggles of our peers who are united in similar purpose.  Over on The Secret Sun, Christopher Loring Knowles discusses a wide range of themes including paleocontact, Mithras, the elusive nature of Mystery and more in his excellent post, Astronaut Theology: Mysteries Within Mysteries.  He writes:

This is not a mystery that wants to be solved- it's the kind of capital M Mystery that your ancestors were given to building ecstatic cults around. If you approach the mystery the way they did, as an eternal enigma leading us along to a deeper understanding of the world around us-- a kind of Zen koan in the sky-- your attitude towards and your perception of the evidence completely changes. You're no longer frustrated or stymied by the refusal of this Mystery to stop being so damn mysterious. 

Most importantly, you realize that Synchronicity plays a crucial, indispensible role in all of this and becomes a quite reliable navigational tool in unchartable waters.

This idea of treating the Mystery as a literal evolutionary abstraction is something I wholeheartedly agree with.  It helps us to maintain our sanity, but also it helps us to be unafraid of exploring the deepest and most difficult questions regarding human consciousness, our exogenesis and our potential future.  If we imbibe the Light of fearlessness and lucidity, I believe we are then capable of incredible things.

The forces of Archonic control, or what I call the Reapers of the Absence Brethren, are trying to ensure that our true history and implied potential remains lost to us.  In order to control us they must make us believe that we are powerless.  They wish to craft a Perfect Dystopia, a realm in which a handful of powerful cliques prey on the rest of humanity.  But this Perfect Dystopia is intended to have the bright, glittering aesthetic of a Utopia - at least in the First World - and will be all the more insidious because of it.  They want us to believe all the propaganda concerning the democracy-enabling function of the West, while doing everything it can to fragment us into ever-dividing cultural and religious sub-cultures that are mistrusting and hateful towards each other.  Out of this Chaos comes the dystopian Order they wish to implement; The Last Dark Age.  But this plan cannot appear democratic and progressive for much longer.
We will not let them continue to blind us.  The Archonic Reapers of the Absence Brethren will eventually fall.  It is inevitable.  A Liberated Humanity will have it no other way.

Refractions of a Kristal Eye

My sister Kristal Sisodia is an actress and singer-songwriter with her own strange connection to what I have called on this blog the Innermost Sun.  Through her music she attempts to address the the mysterious questions concerning human origins, destiny, love and experience.  She has her own interests in the kinds of mysticism, storytelling and high-weirdness explorations that we delve into at Amid Night Suns.

As The White Stripes infamous 'Seven-Nation Army' tells us, "Everyone knows about it; from the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell..."





Like myself, Kristal is very concerned about the disemboweling of art and culture that is taking place in our society at this time.  As she states in her song 'Praying Birds', "Yes it's easier to be a parody of everything you know, so you don't have to take responsibility - because life is a show.  This is your wake-up call.  GET UP.  Stop fighting yourself.  ENOUGH..."





Kristal is a very intelligent, passionate young woman, and I'm proud to be her brother.  She is a person savvy enough to understand that the truest way to fight the corporate plutocracy and the various dark forces that wish to mentally enslave us is to unite our rigor, intellect and imagination.  Never be afraid of exploring the darkest and brightest aspects of ourselves and the world we find ourselves in.




 Seeker, Know Thyself.  Kristal Sisodia is well aware that Evolution begins at the heart of each one of us.  We can be the positive difference that we hope to see in the world.  The Magic IS real, and there is a Prophecy with your name on it.

The Sub-Verses: Book Four: Straight Through the Sun

Things Begin to Ignite

I truly believe we are passing through a cusp in human evolution.  I feel as though the next ten years are going to be some of the most important in the history of the human race.  Humanity seems to be approaching a crossroads, a point of no return in which we are all forced to make individual and collective choices.

Corruption, lies and trickery run rampant; the rich and powerful elites of this Earth are attempting to find new, insidious ways to remove the last of our freedoms.  Something within the heart of human consciousness is attempting to change for the better.  The sleeper-initiates of the Ragged Magi are beginning to awaken.  Perhaps this is why the corporate plutocracy wishes to ensure its dominion and is now throwing everything it can at us, in a last-ditch attempt to suppress this rising human spirit.  But I'm pleased to say that I think it will ultimately be a futile effort.  The Innermost Sun will not be extinguished.






No Rest For The Wicked

However, the horrors and corruption will keep coming for a time.  Things will appear to get darker before they get brighter - which is why it is now more important than ever to commit ourselves to Creativity, Insight and a dexterity of Interpretation.  The world around us is genuinely changing in profound, mystical ways, but the lived truth of this phenomenon hasn't yet breached the conscious awareness of the Collective.  But the Intuitives and Sensitives among us have felt these strange, passionate frequencies building for a long while now.  

We know that the more individuals who add their lucidity to this stealthy liberation, the more powerful it will be when it finally breaks the surface.  And it will break the surface, make no mistake.  Perhaps in our lifetimes, perhaps not.  But our children and our children's children will not inherit a ruined Earth and a ruined Imagination.  There are warriors everywhere, holding the line.





Soldiers of the Solar Core

The Ragged Magi and spiritual emissaries from many realms - most of them unknown to us - are working to ensure that a Liberated Humanity soon becomes a Fait Accompli.  The Heart of a Sun roars with infinite gravity; a power so great that we can scarcely imagine it - and it is in this place that magic can happen.  

The Ragged Magi are attempting to conduct a Great Invocation at the Heart of the Innermost Sun; an alchemical working of unimaginable proportions.  This Working is your destiny; it is the freedom you have quested after for so long.  It is bending Time and Space...it is composed of dramatic cosmic forces and subtle individual choices, but every act of bravery and lucidity is feeding it.  Whether or not we live to see the final manifestation of this Innermost Working, we must do everything we can in the here and now to ensure that future generations do.  By doing so we are aligning ourselves with the Essence of Creation; alchemy at its most magnificent, turning the leaden chains of our enslavement into the golden Crowns of our Sovereignty. 

The Artillery

In the War of Imagination our weapons are ideas, concepts, hidden connections - and various forms of lucid art.  To take up arms, in this sense, means to cast a vigil over this crucial time in human history; to inoculate ourselves against the corruption, rhetoric and hate that the elites wish us to imbibe.



First and foremost we must seek out cognizance and complexity; an ever-deepening comprehension of the various contexts we find ourselves interdependent with.  If we do not create and shape and make our own minds, the power-hungry elites will certainly step in like unseen wraiths and make our minds for us.

We are a new breed of seeker, but we are also a part of an exomantic tradition that is ancient.  The Battlefield is the Imagination.  Our weapons are Insight, Diligence and Creativity - and we are armed to the teeth.

The Sub-Verses: Book Three: THE PLEROMA INCANTO

In this battle for truth, freedom and the regaining of our own minds, I have to state here that I believe in the all-encompassing power of love.  Love as a concept, a feeling, and - moreover - love as a lived experience.  We all know what love is - we all know that it encompasses such notions as Truth, Beauty, Friendship, Community and Joy.  It's a fluid, inclusive term, but it exists because humanity has Gnosis of its power.  We study its nuances and subtleties in our art, we edify it in our music.  And when things are at their darkest and most painful, it is the thing we always return to. 

In my visions of the Pleroma I witness a realm of limitless Creative Light; limitless passion, adventure and solace. I see, and feel, all that the human race is destined to become.  The Pleroma is at once mind-numbingly alien and heart-warmingly familiar.  It is the Innermost Sanctum where your holy star dwells.  Even here in this realm of the imagined Demiurge, with its ruthlessness, violence and Archonic controls - even here evidence of the Pleroma cannot be entirely wiped out.  I believe that much of our true celestial history has been lost to us, through a combination of our own apathy and sinister manipulations by unknown Outsiders.

But despite this amnesiac fog that clouds our true origins and potentials - humanity has created a Living Mirror in its Imagination, and called it Art; a Master-key hidden in plain sight.  No matter how complex the War of Imagination becomes, and how complex the machinations of the Archons, the Pleroma survives in stories and tall tales.  We gaze through a darkened glass at a possibility that appears so utterly fantastic, that we relegate it to the status of mere 'fantasy'.  Indeed, it is a fantasy - the original fantasy.  It is the very genesis of the Eidolons who now call themselves the human race.  It is where you came from, and it is where you will eventually return.  You are a dynamic, living, pulsing work of fiction.  Your mind and your body and your life are only aspects of your totality; only complex refractions of the majesty we call the Pleroma, the true heaven.  This Pleroma is in fact the most intimate and immortal essence of yourself.