Eschaton
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If I had a nickle for every time you sounded condescending and for every time you claimed victory, I would have a good chunk of change.
Like I said, you wear your insecurities like a gaudy dress; apparently you feel intimidated and cannot hold an actual discussion of ideas, i.e., you have lost the ability to be an actual intellectual being. 
You're done with me? I'll take that as a subconscious concession. Thanks for playing.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
Haha... but seriously.
I shall leave you with a section from The Great Liberation By Hearing in the Intermediate States, also known as The Tibetan Book of the Dead:
"O Child of Buddha Nature, when your mind and body separate, the pure [luminous] apparitions of reality itself, will arise: subtle and clear, radiant and dazzling, naturally bright and awesome, shimmering like a mirage on a plain in summer. Do not fear them! Do not be terrified! Do not be awed! They are the natural luminosities of your own actual reality. Therefore recognize them [as they are]!
From within these lights, the natural sound of reality will resound, clear and thunderous, reverberating like a thousand peals of thunder. This is the natural sound of your own actual reality. So, do not be afraid! Do not be terrified! Do not be awed! The body that you now have is called a 'mental body', it is the product of subtle propensities and not a solid corporeal body of flesh and blood. Therefore, whatever sounds, lights or rays may arise, they cannot harm you. For you are beyond death now! It is enough that you simply recognize the sounds and luminosities to be manifestations of your own actual reality. Know that this is the intermediate state!
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In the atemporal omnipresence of the Great Perfection, which is Samantabhadra, is displayed the mandala of the outer, inner, and secret arrays. Here the expanse of male and female deities is the natural purity of mundane existence. And the spontaneously perfect male and female consorts are the natural purity of past and future events. All of these are centered in the 'lotus of vast space', which is that of Samantabhadri. She who embodies the most secret and most joyous of supreme forms. Within this space, the mandala radiates as a supreme non-dual seminal point, and within this secret mandala, where this is no conjunction or disjunction, is arrayed the buddha-body of the uncontrived nucleus of enlightenment, free from conceptual elaboration, where the immutable deities of supreme bliss manifest in myriad forms."
"The experience always reminds me of the twenty-fourth fragment of Heraclitus: "The Aeon is a child at play with colored balls." One not only becomes the Aeon at play with colored balls but meets entities as well. In the book by my brother and myself, The Invisible Landscape, I describe them as self-transforming machine elves, for that is how they appear. These entities are dynamically contorting topological modules that are somehow distinct from the surrounding background, which is itself undergoing continuous transformation. These entities remind me of the scene in the film version of The Wizard of Oz after the Munchkins come with a death certificate for the Witch of the East. They all have very squeaky voices and they sing a little song about being "absolutely and completely dead." The tryptamine Munchkins come, these hyper-dimensional machine-elf entities, and they bathe one in love. It's not erotic but it is open-hearted. It certainly feels good. These beings are like fractal reflections of some previously hidden and suddenly autonomous part of ones own psyche.
And they are speaking, saying, "Don't be alarmed. Remember, and do what we are doing." The fractal elves seem to be reassuring, saying, "Don't worry, don't worry; do this, look at this." Meanwhile, one is completely "over there." One's ego is intact. One's fear reflexes are intact. One is not "fuzzed out" at all. Consequently, the natural reaction is amazement; profound astonishment that persists and persists. One breathes and it persists. The elves are saying, "Don't get a loop of wonder going that quenches your ability to understand. Try not to be so amazed. Try to focus and look at what we are doing." What they're doing is emitting sounds like music, like language. These sounds pass without any quantized moment of distinction - as Philo Judaeus said that the Logos would when it became perfect - from things heard into things beheld. One hears and beholds a language of alien meaning that is conveying alien information that cannot be Englished." Terence Mckenna, The Archaic Revival
From Carl Jung's Red Book:
What serviceable forms rise from your body, you thieving
abyss! These appear as elemental spirits, dressed in wrinkled
garb, Cabiri, with delightful misshapen forms, young and yet old,
dwarfish, shriveled, unspectacular bearers of secret arts, possessors
of ridiculous wisdom, first formations of the unformed gold,
worms that crawl from the liberated egg of the Gods, incipient
ones, unborn, still invisible. What should your appearance be to
us? What new arts do you bear up from the inaccessible treasure
chamber, the sun yoke from the egg of the Gods. You still have
roots in the soil like plants and you are animal faces of the
human body; you are foolishly sweet, uncanny, primordial, and
earthly. We cannot grasp your essence, you gnomes, you object souls.
You have your origin in the lowest. Do you want to become
giants, you Tom Thumbs? Do you belong to the followers of the
son of the earth Are you the earthly feet of the Godhead? What
do you want? Speak!"*
The Cabiri: "We come to greet you as the master of the
lower nature."
I: ''Are you speaking to me? Am I your master?"
The Cabiri: "You were not, but you are now."
I: "So you declare. And so be it. Yet what should I do with
your following?"
The Cabiri: "We carry what is not to be carried from below
to above. We are the juices that rise secretly, not by force, but
sucked out of inertia and affixed to what is growing. We know
the unknown ways and the inexplicable laws of living matter. We
carry up what slumbers in the earthly; what is dead and yet enters
into the living. We do this slowly and easily; what you do in vain
in your human way. We complete what is impossible for you."
I: "What should I leave to you? Which troubles can I transfer
to you? What should I not do, and what do you do better?"
The Cabiri: "You forget the lethargy of matter. You want to
pull up with your own force what can only rise slowly; ingesting
itself affixed to itself from within. Spare yourself the trouble, or
you will disturb our work."
1: "Should I trust you, you untrustworthy ones, you slaves and
slave souls? Get to work. Let it be so."
31I[HI 166] "It seems to me that I gave you a long time. Neither
did I descend to you nor did I disturb your work. I lived in the
light of day and did the work of the day. What did you do?"
The Cabiri: "We hauled things up, we built. We placed stone
upon stone. Now you stand on solid ground."
1: "I feel the ground more solid. I stretch upward."
The Cabiri: "We forged a flashing / sword for you, with which
you can cut the knot that entangles you."
1: "I take the sword firmly in my hand. I lift it for the blow."
The Cabiri: "We also place before you the devilish, skillfully
twined knot that locks and seals you. Strike, only sharpness will
cut through it."
1: "Let me see it, the great knot, all wound round! Truly a
masterpiece of inscrutable nature, a wily natural tangle of roots
grown through one another! Only Mother Nature, the blind
weaver, could work such a tangle! A great snarled ball and a
thousand small knots, all artfully tied, intertwined, truly; a human
brain! Am I seeing straight? What did you do? You set my brain
before me! Did you give me a sword so that its flashing sharpness
slices through my brain? What were you thinking of?"
The Cabiri: "The womb of nature wove the brain, the womb
of the earth gave the iron. So the Mother gave you both:
entanglement and severing."
1: "Mysterious! Do you really want to make me the executioner
of my own brain?"
The Cabiri: "It befits you as the master of the lower nature.
Man is entangled in his brain and the sword is also given to him
to cut through the entanglement."
I: "What is the entanglement you speak of?"
The Cabiri: "The entanglement is your madness, the sword is
the overcoming of madness."313
I: "You offsprings of the devil, who told you that I am mad?
You earth spirits, you roots of clay and excrement, are you not
yourselves the root fibers of my brain? You polyp-snared rubbish,
channels for juice knotted together, parasites upon parasites, all
sucked up and deceived, secretly climbing up over one another
by night, you deserve the flashing sharpness of my sword. You
want to persuade me to cut through you? Are you contemplating
self-destruction? How come nature gives birth to creatures that
she herself wants to destroy?"
The Cabiri: "Do not hesitate. We need destruction since we
ourselves are the entanglement. He who wishes to conquer new
land / brings down the bridges behind him. Let us not exist
anymore. We are the thousand canals in which everything also
flows back again into its origin."
1: "Should I sever my own roots? Kill my own people, whose
king I am? Should I make my own tree wither? You really are
the sons of the devil."
The Cabiri: "Strike, we are servants who want to die for
their master."
I: "What will happen if I strike?"
The Cabiri: "Then you will no longer be your brain, but will
exist beyond your madness. Do you not see, your madness is
your brain, the terrible entanglement and intertwining in the
connection of the roots, in the nets of canals, the confusion of
fibers. Being engrossed in the brain makes you wild. Strike! He
who finds the way rises up over his brain. You are a Tom Thumb
in the brain, beyond the brain you gain the form of a giant. We
are surely sons of the devil, but did you not forge us out of the
hot and dark? So we have something of its nature and of yours.
The devil says that everything that exists is also worthy, since
it perishes. As sons of the devil we want destruction, but as your
creatures we want our own destruction. We want to rise up in
you through death. We are roots that suck up from all sides.
Now you have everything that you need, therefore chop us up,
tear us out."
1: "Will I miss you as servants? As a master I need slaves."
The Cabiri: "The master serves himself"
1: "You ambiguous sons of the devil, these words are
your undoing. May my sword strike you, this blow shall be
valid forever."
The Cabiri "Woe, woe! What we feared, what we desired, has
come to pass."
*
The Cabiri were the deities celebrated at the mysteries of Samothrace. They were held to be promoters of fertility and protectors of sailors. Friedrich Creuzer and Schelling held them to be the primal deities of Greek mythology, from which all others developed (Symbolik und Mytlwlogie der alten Volker [Leipzig: Leske, 1810-23]; The Deities of samothrace [1815], introduced and translated by R. F. Brown [Missoula, MT: Scholars Press, 1977]). Jung had copies of both of these works. They appear in Goethe's Faust, part 2, act 2. Jung discussed the Cabiri in Traniformations and Symbols of the Libido (1912, CW B §209-II). In 1940 Jung wrote: "The Cabiri are, in fact, the mysterious creative powers, the gnomes who work under the earth, i.e., below the threshold of consciousness, in order to supply us with lucky ideas. As imps and hobgoblins, however, they also lay all sorts of nasty tricks, keeping back names and dates that were 'on the tip of the tongue,' making us say the wrong thing, etc. They give an eye to everything that has not already been anticipated by consciousness and the functions at its disposal ... deeper insight will show that the primitive and archaic qualities of the inferior function conceal all sorts of significant relationships and symbolic meanings, and instead of laughing off the Cabiri as ridiculous Tom Thumbs he may begin to suspect that they are a treasure-house of hidden wisdom" (attempt at a psychological interpretation of the dogma of the trinity," CW II, §244). Jung commented on the Cabiri scene in Faust in Psychology and Alchemy (1944, CW 12, §203f). The dialogue with the Cabiri that takes place here is not found in Black Book 4, but is in the Handwritten Drift. It may have been written separately; if so it would have been written prior to the summer of 1915.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Thumb
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cabiri
I rest my case.
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DMT, Carl Jung, Buddhism, Zen (the reconciliation of opposites; alchemy); it's All there.
Keep following that Eschaton. Sure people may disagree, but keep doing that if it feels right. Keep following your bliss. Saying that it is very Joseph Campbell like. Everyone that has had interesting thoughts was called silly at some point. If anyone says it is silly science you can tell them without Mind there would be no science anyway.