A Call From The Garrigue. Standing Up For The Under Threat White Race.

The Illusions Of Life.

While trying to recover the image, which once resided at the head of this post, I clicked on a link, which was visible in the html, which strangely delivered me to this clip, from the writings, I believe, of Rene Descartes. There must surely be some meaning to this sort of coincidence.

Some years ago I was struck by how many false things I had believed, and by how doubtful was the structure of beliefs that I had based on them. I realized that if I wanted to establish anything in the sciences that was stable and likely to last, I needed – just once in my life – to demolish everything completely and start again from the foundations. It looked like an enormous task, and I decided to wait until I was old enough to be sure that there was nothing to be gained from putting it off any longer. I have now delayed it for so long that I have no excuse for going on planning to do it rather than getting to work. So today I have set all my worries aside and arranged for myself a clear stretch of free time. I am here quite alone, and at last I will devote myself, sincerely and without holding back, to demolishing my opinions.

All of my life, I have been struggling with  the concept, that life is but an illusion. I have strained to see,  whatever I would see, should I manage to see through this illusion.

What is magic?  Who determined which words were words of power?  What is the distinction between science and magic? What is a symbol?There appear to be few answers to these questions.

I have visited “Holy Places” all over Europe, hoping to experience just a touch of whatever it was that made “Hippies” sigh with pleasure, muttering, “Too much man,far out.” Sadly, I have never found it. So it is clear, that all my efforts, all the Yoga and meditation, Confession, Penance, Holy Communion, serving at Mass daily, for years, was to no avail.

I might also add, just between us, I have delved deeply into the Black Arts of John Dee and the Necronomicon, I made a stalwart attempt at the Abra Melin. So either I was born lacking the necessary prowess,  or it is all a ploy, to trick the fools into believing that “Dark Forces” do exist and they will surely come to take them, in the night.

I have found myself standing at the centre of stone circles, in isolated, lonely places, late at night, chanting unpronounceable words that I had found in the Grimoires of the giants of the “Black Arts.”  Sadly or luckily, no gateway to another, deeper, darker reality was opened.

All of this experience, with no noticeable result, no result that is,  that was evident to me. I may have changed in some way, but now I accept myself as me, and fail to notice any change that may have occurred. So this has led me to start examining the claims of the “Special Ones,” the ones who have succeeded where I have failed.

For many years, I struggled with the teachings of Gurdjieff. George Ivanovich Gurdjieff. I did it alone, in my little temple, at the bottom of the garden. I was determined to ‘Stay awake,’ aware and alert. To not drift off into the half-awake state of the rest of humanity. I spent many hours counting from  one to a hundred, backwards and forwards at the same time, looking intently at everything in sight, to avoid the fish eyed half sleep, that was lurking to trap me.

In the beginning, I wished I could have been with the group of students at The Prieuré at Fontainebleau in France, with Gurdjieff and Ouspensky. One of the first  things on my list, when I came to France, was to visit the site of the Prieurè.

However in the end I could find no solution to all the enigmas, left behind by Gurdjieff, after his death.  I felt that if there was any kind of awakening, or a raising up to another level involved in the teachings, rather than just knowledge of the teaching itself, I felt that Gurdjieff  himself had not achieved it.

Having arrived at this conclusion, I became far more critical in my approach to other teachers. Maybe I was too critical.  My good friend was inspired by Krishnamurti.  I began to read some of the transcripts of his lectures. They were quite interesting. I found his attitude to drugs a bit strange, he discussed drug taking, mainly LSD, as an attempt to expand an otherwise dull mind, so an engaged mind had no need of it. I felt that taking LSD was of no more significance than drinking a pint of beer. He spoke as though the experience of using the drug, was an obstacle to being truly enlightened. He had no comment to make about the vast amounts of dope used in the Kabul Temples.

I then found a few photographs of Krishnamurti,  when young and in later life.  I was shocked to find that he was a sweep-head. I suffer from an inner problem, that makes it impossible for me to accept a sweep-head Guru seriously. Had he gained no confidence or self-assurance from his own teachings? How could he help others, if he could not help himself? The feeling engendered by his hair style, was so entrenched, that many years later, when I saw him whining out the introduction to one of the Zeitgeist films, I immediately dismissed Zeitgeist. Later I felt justified in my reaction. I am not proud of my reaction.

Now to the most ubiquitous magicians on the planet, in public, that is, Roman Catholic Priests. I have been witness to the training of Roman Catholic priests at close hand. I learned what they learned. I chanted what they chanted. I spoke the Latin that they spoke. I attended all the rituals, Benediction,  Vespers, Matins, Mass, High and Low.  I rang bells, dispersed incense.  It was in fact the most intensive training in my life.

Daily, I watched the ritual of the transformation of bread and wine into the body and blood of Christ.  Once the transformation had taken place, I was, with others, invited to eat it.  When all had partaken, what remained was locked away in the Tabernacle.

When I was a child, I accepted all this nonsense, without question.  It never occurred to me or to my friends, that we were witnessing a form of Black Magic. Neither did the question of whether at some time, in the distant past, did this form of ritual really work?  I don’t believe, that even the priests who perform the ritual, would expect a laboratory test to prove that the bread had been transformed into flesh.  So what has been lost in the passage of time?  At what point in the past did “Words of Power” for example, really cause lightning to  flash and thunder to clap?  In modern times we have many words of power, my own are confined to making my computer read a page of text. “Speak” I shout and off it goes. Is this magic?

Did ancient man, understand the method of programming the tribe, to react to special words and perform acts that would appear as magic?  I don’t think so. Any more than I believe that priests could once change wine to blood.  The rituals carried out by other groups, Free Masons, or Satanists, are no more efficacious than priests saying Mass.  I spent a good part of my life searching and can honestly say, I have come across no person, who could convince me, that he had some special power, that others did not possess.

The Satanists or Freemasons, I am never quite sure which is which, as they both appear to use the same symbolism, are, like the Catholic Church, intent on convincing us that they too have special powers. They are constructing so-called 21st century cities, as in Dubai and Kazakhstan. These cities are littered with strange symbology. Twin towers and pyramids and all-seeing eyes. I imagine that they are supposed to make us believe, that like the Cathedrals of the Middle Ages, which were designed to overawe, that the Holy Ones, who are ordering the construction of these wonderful new edifices are greater than we are. Well as with Gurdjieff and Krishnamurti and many others, I don’t believe a word of it. The rituals performed by these people, in Masonic Lodges, or at the Bohemian Grove, are of no more meaning than the Mass on Sunday. I think it amounts to bluff and ridiculous ideas of grandeur. Put more simply, I believe that these people are insane. Like lottery winners, people born into money lose all sense of control. I am beginning to believe, that Howard Hughes was not the only rich idiot held in a drugged state whose only job was to sign cheques.  Nothing, as they say, is as it seems.

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7 responses

  1. Don

    French Canadian?

    At first I thought that English wasn’t his mother language, but that still wouldn’t explain the lack of intelligent content. Perhaps instead he is representative of those who flew a bomber to murder innocent women and children however.

    He must be very proud.

    Regarding those rituals etc. As I said I do believe there are powers or abilities common to the human race that we have yet to rediscover. Rituals are perhaps the last vestige of invoking them. In particular I think there’s something to the Chinese concept of Chi energy, where unlike the Catholic church some evidence to support its existence can be found.

    None of what we are witnessing is attributable to God or Satan, we are simply a creature in it’s infancy relative to the age of the universe, and I dare say in relation to many other inhabitants of that universe.

    Discovering such things as Chi energy, telepathy, telekinesis and other such ‘unexplained’ phenomenon today is probably akin to our ancestors discovering fire. The daft rituals, symbols, and jesuit/masonic BS that is attached to established dogmas has it’s roots firmly in a system of Earthly control rather than anything other worldly.

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    October 11, 2013 at 10:37

    • He most certainly did go on murderous bombing raids, he tells me his greatest regret was missing out on Dresden.

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      October 14, 2013 at 16:27

  2. I thought you were reading all my posts hearald. You’re such a disappointment. I have already written two, just for you. Lost your glasses have you?

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    August 30, 2011 at 19:08

  3. mmmmmm…,,,,,,, mmmmmm no reply ah geeeeee you disappoint me,, a man of your estonishing background your complete control over not making spelling mistakes and of course your fantastic interpentation of world history now now this will never do……. people might think you are getting shy…….. so come out … come out were ever you are the cracks in the woodwork are getting smaller all the time .. we all love you

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    August 30, 2011 at 17:45

    • I;m here hearald. Where are you?

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      August 30, 2011 at 19:06

      • Don

        Is hearald a (self appointed) representative of ‘normal’ people Eno? I find his erudite post truly… er… estonishing.

        Here’s my take on the silly rituals. There is strong evidence that man has existed on Earth far longer than fits with conventional teaching. Evidence of human bones, tools, alloy cogwheels and so forth have been found in coal seams thought to be over 200 million years old. Archaeologists and anthropologists deal with these inconvenient truths by simply ignoring them.

        I believe the silly rituals are possibly the vestiges of something that once worked in a previous civilization, but are now misunderstood and thus taken completely out of context. They are akin to mankind in the year 5412 worshiping a Champion spark plug as the creator of energy, never having seen or understood the truth.

        The Bible itself is perhaps more of a general post apocalyptic memoir than the word of God. The many dimensions exist, just as other life forms or entities exist, but they are far less paranormal or supernatural than we imagine, they are merely an undiscovered (or lost) area of physics yet to be (re) understood. As in the sparkplug analogy, without understanding electricity or internal combustion what use would it be? So it is with rituals.

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        October 10, 2013 at 20:37

        • Me and hearald have a history that goes back some time. He is a WW2 bomber pilot, a Canadian I believe who flew Lancaster bombers for the RAF. He now resides in an old folks home in Florida.He is a constant commenter. I don’t always post his stuff because it is often too abusive. He is Jewish, of course.

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          October 11, 2013 at 06:05

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