helpfuldemon

That is the opinion as presented in the Book of Thoth

Qabalah and the journey of the Tarot is about discovering the Bliss of discerning between Good and Evil.

To what end?

The Gods and their people mean well.

What a terrible thing to say! What good is life, then, if it is all suffering? What is good about it, in the end? Certainly life is not just suffering! Life is joy and love and adventure too!

God is revealed, and concealed. The outer world represents the History of God in designing and leading Mankind. God is both revealed, and concealed. All we can do is trust when someone speaks about God, that they understand something about the design. There will always be room for new revelations.

At birth, I imagine that an infant see's life as Chaos. Defecating itself, it waits for food and love. It can't move much on it's own and has to be shuttled from place to place. As the child grows, it learns how things work. For myself, I learned about Chaos in the second grade, and I championed it, because I didn't like the status Quo. I was lawless and free and I didn't listen to anyone. I slowly came around to seeing that Love is important, and that tamed me. I started to respect my fellow human beings more, and saw that life was worth living. But I was too enthralled with Love, and one day a God came to me with a question, to which I decided that God was not Love, for it was not Love that I saw in the world that day. I imagined myself to be part of an Order of some kind, and then I thought "Life is Order" but then doubt sunk in, and I thought "No! It's all Chaos!" then my head broke open and I had a vision of a Being on a Throne that said "I am the Sephiroth, I am all that is". Since then I have been inundated with Chaos, and it has taken a long time to defeat it, and now I see that Order comes from examining life and action, and developing a system of right and wrong. Still, what is right for me may not be right for others, and I have to accept that, and so, there is a sort of Chaos still. In the end I think that Order is a fabrication of our intellect done out of necessity for survival.

Crawling and begging at every door, all the Angels of Heaven hollered "How dare you think you can create a new Universe oh son of Man!" The Gods below said "Don't beg, you are worthy, and they beat him ruthlessly until he proved he understood. Sorrow, sorrow, no pity for this man. Climb! Rise! That was their demands. This seeker of truth, this lover of life, friend to all, so full of hope and beauty, forced to cut out his heart and destroy his soul, to allow himself to be devoured and interrogated and misled by any spirt above, below, from within and without. Learn to divide and conquer, to make compromises to your heart and hope. This is a kingdom, and there are rules of command!

As our journeyman rose from realms that only he was allowed to travel, slowly gathering himself, he remembered his cause; he came to cure and to aid. His only truth was love, and he had to challenge all of the Heavens above and below. The Gods of war and righteousness were not without mercy. They were waiting for this champion to rise. What would he bring them, did he deserve to be recognized? The seeker of truth may have abandoned hope, but the Gods held onto it, waiting in silence, observing with the all seeing Eye, united in vision, their messengers came and went, informing them on the travels of the champion of man.

Eyes pecked out by an ally. Betrayed! Blooded! Left for dead, oh the sorrows that were to come. Tortured by shades of ignorance, his only friends. Despair! Death! Stripped of all wealth and hope. The Angels were indifferent, the demons had their way. The Gods forced the child to rise into power. "This was the path of your choosing" They thundered. He wondered, "Where is the justice in the Heavenly realms!" "Could we not trust our teachers and Gods?" And the hapless and hopeful soul bewailed and bemoaned. "I had every good intention!" he cried, over and over, weeping like an abandoned and lost child. They tortured, raped and defiled this lover of the world. Threatened cursed, punished severely, his vessel completely ruined. Adrift, afloat, somehow alive-yet dead! Completely and thoroughly wasted, what a tragedy! Would none come to this poor souls' aid? Though thoroughly cursed, demeaned and humiliated and naked to his bones, he lumbered back into the world. His human friends and acquaintances, trying their best, could offer no aid, or consolation. He quested across the Earth as far as he was able, but no man held the key to his condition. The only choice he had, was to prove himself to the Gods.

Threatened by the fury of stormy confusion the misguided son wandered into heavy, dank and comforting night allow him rest oh righteous fury! Mortal sin pains us all.

The choices of Will are not always certain Following Pride provided what you thought was beautiful Those were the days of love and beauty Now that you see what you missed, make peace with what you earned.

you demon! lol

Thanks for comparing and guiding me mate!

Kindness tames Chaos.

Thelema is like Buddhism, except that instead of suffering, life is Chaos.

If you want something, ask for it.

Kindness and strength go a long way.

Dont harm someone elses health, wealth, or liberty. If you do, there will be repercussions.

Life is Chaos. People dont agree on what is right, or how it should be done. There are many ways to live. That is why the Law is Do What Thou Wilt.

I've come to realize that this system is a study in demonology. The Abyss Grade, which is only bestowed upon people with great Chesed, is to be tortured and humiliated by demons. They drain the poor adept of all of their Wisdom and hope, and force them to work on solutions to life's problems.

All order comes from Chaos. We invent it, based on our needs. Everything is a human made invention, and it only holds true in that it helps us establish order, but the truth is, that it is all Chaos, and to Chaos it will return. This is very liberating information, for it absolves anyone from believing that the customs and laws of their society are absolute.

At a certain point in analyzing life, one realizes that Chaos is an illusion; everything has a reason, an origin of intent. One realizes that everything is. At this point, one can set it down, and sit in stillness and acceptance.

I used to fight the implanting of the wires, but that made it worse. Then I submitted to it and it still was bad. Now they aren't putting new wires in, just moving the ones there around.

There's not much to say about it. The wires come and cause pressure on me, making me feel hollow and emotionless. Making me wonder where they come from, what they are for. That leads to the frustration and confusion. Then I stop thinking and just go to bed.