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  1. Posted

    Also, in «the immorality key,» the authors argues that the wine or blood of Christ, refers to the wine of dionyousus and his cult.


    Furthermore, If you look at the first paragraph of John:

    The Word Became Flesh

    1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was with God in the beginning. 3 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4 In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome[a] it.
     

    It becomes way more «mystic» if you keep in mind that it was written in greek, and «word» would be replaced with logos. To the greeks, logos was some sort of divine reason, a cosmic law that guides all things.

     

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  3. Posted

    8 hours ago, stirling said:

     

    If you can observe your thoughts you obviously aren't your thoughts. Even so, many discover that they also are not the observer of thoughts.

    What are they, then?

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  4. Posted

    I often ponder about how strange thinking is. This inner monologeu. Why would there be a need to talk to oneself? Are we the thinker, or the observer of thoughts? 
     

    i am strugling expressing my self, but i just find it bizarre. Any thoughts?

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  6. Posted

    1 minute ago, Nungali said:

    Oh well , we got one anyway .

     

    Now ...let's discuss fundamentalist   Islam  , yeah ? 

    Hhaah, i think you can feel veeery safe that islamists dont discuss these things with disbelievers. 
     But If you you wish we could discuss wheter chicken is Haram or halal, or what the almighty really meant when i said strike your women. 

  7. Posted

    1 minute ago, Maddie said:

     

    Not sure if I understand your argument? 

    That i dont think Europe would resemble India even If it stayed pagan. I do not think monotheistic belief systems are inherintley better. Or, they they are better at one thing: control. But before i accuse you of something you might not mean, do you belive pagan societies tend to do worse then monotheistic once, based on faith?

  8. Posted

    2 minutes ago, Maddie said:

     

    Well one modern nation that did remain polytheistic to this day is India if you want a reference point. 

    I dont think that is a valid argument. India is really, really diverse. Lets compare 1th century rome to 1th century Judea, where would you rather live? Persia before or after muslim conquest? It is not like euros where neanderthals before christ and saints after.

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  11. Posted

    48 minutes ago, Maddie said:

     

    It does seem to have many problematic elements. 

    Welll, my nation is lutheran (and now atheist), and was among the last to fall under the roman chatolic church. Broke away at first posible moment aswell… but i must say, i have a very positive view of the christians ive met. 
     

    If you wonder what lutheranism is, it is basically that the relationship between you and god is between you and him exclusivley. No dogma, no need for a priest or a church or a bible. 
     

    Christian means follower of Christ, and in my view, he seems like a chill dude.

  12. Posted

    1 hour ago, wandelaar said:

     

    And rightly so! The ideas of the ancient Greeks and Romans were much more advanced than the illogical ramblings of the Christians.

    Hmm i would love to see how Europe had turned Out If it stayed pagan. Not a very representative perspective of course, but i just started reading meditations, and i must say, he has more wisdom then any living euro today.

  13. Posted

    3 minutes ago, Maddie said:

     

    Several times after reading about Christian mystics I have tried to be gracious with Christianity and see what cultivation gems there might be within it. It was like looking for water in a desert in my opinion. Every now and then you might find a puddle here and there but that's about it. Just based on my experience. 

    Who have you read, and what did you like and dislike? I havent read any of them.

  14. Posted

    Lets take a look at mithraism for example. Mithra is first mentioned in the vedas 1400bc. This link shows the enourmos amount and range of «temples» dedicaited to him. They are found in Ireland, Germany, Italy, Hungart, Russia, Iraq, Persia… you know it.

     

    Now, lets compare Mithra to Jesus. Because of ladyens and limited knowledge i will make use of chatgdp:

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    similarities:

        1.    Birth from a Virgin: Some accounts of Mithra’s birth depict him as being born from a rock or a cosmic egg, which could be interpreted symbolically as a form of “virgin birth.” In contrast, Jesus Christ is traditionally believed to have been born of the Virgin Mary.
        2.    December 25th: Both Mithra and Jesus are associated with December 25th in some way. December 25th was the date of the Roman festival of Sol Invictus, which celebrated the unconquered sun, and Mithra was often linked to this festival. Jesus’ birth is celebrated on December 25th in the Christian tradition.
        3.    Solar Symbolism: Mithra is often associated with the sun and is considered a solar deity. Jesus is referred to as the “Light of the World” in Christian symbolism, and his birth is associated with the appearance of the “Star of Bethlehem.”
        4.    Sacrifice: In Mithraic rituals, the sacrifice of a bull (tauroctony) is a central element. This act is seen as a form of purification. In Christianity, Jesus is often referred to as the sacrificial lamb whose death brings salvation and purification to believers.
        5.    Resurrection: Mithra is sometimes depicted as ascending to the heavens or being associated with the concept of resurrection. In Christianity, the resurrection of Jesus is a central theological belief.

    Quite convincing, dont you think?

  15. Posted · Edited by NaturaNaturans
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    3 hours ago, Giles said:

    While I'm loathe to cite Wikipedia, nonetheless you, @NaturaNaturans, may find this useful:

     

    https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paganism

     

    Hmmm i would say i disagree. I am not sure i am qaulified to disagree, but i will do so none the less. By the definition of from wiki, pagan seems to synonymous with the jewish concept of gentiles. I dont think it is, however. I would never call an animist a pagan, for example. Nor would i call a buddhist one.
    When i think about Paganism, i think about the indo-europeans traditions: Celtic, germanic, slavic, roman, greek, hindu and more. They share a great deal in common in terms of their Panthéons, «cosmic law/nature worship,» fire symbolism, rituals, magic, sacred beverages, warrior/honor-ethos etc. 

    i might be wrong, but this is my understanding, and i am open for alternative perspectives.

  17. Posted · Edited by NaturaNaturans

    The Dark Night of the Soul

     
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    TRANSLATED BY DAVID LEWIS
    I.
     
    In a dark night,
    With anxious love inflamed,
    O, happy lot!
    Forth unobserved I went,
    My house being now at rest.
     
     
    II.
     
    In darkness and in safety,
    By the secret ladder, disguised,
    O, happy lot!
    In darkness and concealment,
    My house being now at rest.
     
     
    III.
     
    In that happy night,
    In secret, seen of none,
    Seeing nought myself,
    Without other light or guide
    Save that which in my heart was burning.
     
     
    IV.
     
    That light guided me
    More surely than the noonday sun
    To the place where He was waiting for me,
    Whom I knew well,
    And where none appeared.
     
     
    V.
     
    O, guiding night;
    O, night more lovely than the dawn;
    O, night that hast united
    The lover with His beloved,
    And changed her into her love.
     
     
    VI.
     
    On my flowery bosom,
    Kept whole for Him alone,
    There He reposed and slept;
    And I cherished Him, and the waving
    Of the cedars fanned Him.
     
     
    VII.
     
    As His hair floated in the breeze
    That from the turret blew,
    He struck me on the neck
    With His gentle hand,
    And all sensation left me.
     
     
    VIII.
     
    I continued in oblivion lost,
    My head was resting on my love;
    Lost to all things and myself,
    And, amid the lilies forgotten,
    Threw all my cares away.
     

     

     

     

    Credit to @Apech for introducing me to it. I relate strongly to it, witch is the reason for my background picture (on my profile), the hand of God:

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    So close but yet so far.

     

     

    ———-

    I have shared this before, but i like it a lot. 
     

    The Three Metamorphoses (Thus spoke Zarathustra, Nietzche)

     

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    "OF THREE metamorphoses of the spirit do I tell you: how the spirit becomes a camel, the camel a lion, and the lion at last a child. Many heavy things are there for the spirit, the strong reverent spirit that would bear much: for the heavy and the heaviest longs its strength.

     

    What is heavy ? so asks the spirit that would bear much, and then kneels down like the camel, and wants to be well laden. 

     

    What is the heaviest thing, you heroes ? asks the spirit that would bear much, that I may take it upon me and exult in my strength.Is it not this: To humiliate oneself in order to mortify one's pride ? To exhibit one's folly in order to mock at one's wisdom ? 

     

    Or is it this: To desert our cause when it triumphs ? To climb high mountains to tempt the tempter ? Or is it this: To feed on the acorns and grass of knowledge, and for the sake of truth to suffer hunger in one's soul ? 

     

    Or is it this: To be sick and send away the comforters, and to make friends of the deaf, who never hear your requests ? Or is it this: To go into foul water when it is the water of truth, and not avoid cold frogs and hot toads ? Or is it this: To love those who despise us, and to give one's hand to the phantom who tries to frighten us ?

     

    All these heaviest things the spirit that would bear much takes upon itself: like the camel, that, when laden, hastens into the desert, so speeds the spirit into its desert. 

     

    But in the loneliest desert happens the second metamorphosis: here the spirit becomes a lion; he will seize his freedom and be master in his own wilderness. Here he seeks his last master: he wants to fight him and his last God; for victory he will struggle with the great dragon. Who is the great dragon which the spirit no longer wants to call Lord and God ? 

     

    "Thou-shalt," is the great dragon called. But the spirit of the lion says, "I will."

     

    "Thou-shalt," lies in his path, sparkling with gold- a scale-covered beast; and on each scale glitters a golden "Thou-shalt!" The values of a thousand years glitter on those scales, and thus speaks the mightiest of all dragons: "All values of all things glitter on me. All value has long been created, and I am all created value. Verily, there shall be no more 'I will'." 

     

    Thus speaks the dragon. 

     

    My brothers, why does the spirit need the lion ? Why is the beast of burden, which renounces and is reverent, not enough ?

     

    To create new values - that, even the lion cannot accomplish: but to create for oneself freedom for new creating - that freedom the might of the lion can seize. To create freedom for oneself, and give a sacred No even to duty: for that, my brothers, the lion is needed. 

     

    To assume the right to new values - that is the most terrifying assumption for a load-bearing and reverent spirit. To such a spirit it is preying, and the work of a beast of prey. He once loved "Thou-shalt" as the most sacred: now is he forced to find illusion and arbitrariness even in the most sacred things, that freedom from his love may be his prey: the lion is needed for such prey. 

     

    But tell me, my brothers, what the child can do, which even the lion could not do ? Why must the preying lion still become a child ?

     

    The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a self-rolling wheel, a first movement, a sacred Yes. For the game of creation, my brothers, a sacred Yes is needed: the spirit now wills his own will; the world's outcast now conquers his own world. 

     

    Of three metamorphoses of the spirit I have told you: how the spirit became a camel, the camel a lion, and the lion at last a child. 

     

    Thus spoke Zarathustra."

     

     

  19. Posted · Edited by NaturaNaturans

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    Share whatever art, qoutes, scripture, music and so on as you feel like. The key is that it speaks to you. It is allways nice if you write a sentence or two on how you interpet it and what it means to you.

     

    So, to be completly honest, i intend this thread to «document» beautifull writings i have encountered, but by all means: feel free to share stories meaningfull to you aswell:

     

    Greeks on love:

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    Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
    Aristotle

    

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    According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”
    Plato – symposium 


    Cleanthes - hymn to Zeus (early seconds century bc)

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    Translated by Stephen Hanselman

    Most honored of immortals, many-named one, ever omnipotent,

    Zeus, prime mover of nature, steering all things by your law,

    Greetings! For it is proper for all mortals to speak to you:

    For we all descend from you, bearing our share of your likeness

    We alone, of all mortal creatures that live and move on earth.

    So, I shall make song of you constantly and sing forever of your might.

    Truly, this whole universe, spinning around the earth,

    Obeys you wherever you lead, and willingly submits to your rule;

    Such is the servant you hold in your unconquerable hands,

    A double-edged, fiery, ever-living thunderbolt.

    For by its strikes all the works of nature happen.

    By it you direct the universal reason, which pervades all things

    Intermixing with the great and small lights of the heavens.

    Because of this you are the greatest, the highest ruler of all.

    Not a single thing that is done on earth happens without you, God,

    Nor in the divine heavenly sphere nor in the sea,

    Except for what bad people do in their foolishness.

    But you know how to make the crooked straight

    And to bring order to the disorderly; even the unloved is loved by you.

    For you have so joined all things into one, the good and the bad,

    That they all share in a single unified everlasting reason.

    It is shirked and avoided by all the wicked among mortals,

    The wretched, who ever long for the getting of good things,

    Neither see nor hear God’s universal law,

    By which, obeying with understanding, they could share in the good life.

    But instead they chase after this and that, far from the good,

    Some in their aggressive zeal for fame,

    Others with a disordered obsession with profits,

    Still others in indulgence and the pleasurable exertions of the body.

    [They desire the good] but are carried off here and there,

    All the while in zealous pursuit of completely different outcomes.

    But bountiful Zeus, shrouded in dark clouds and ruling the thunder,

    Protect human beings from their ruinous ignorance;

    Scatter it from our souls, grant that we might obtain

    True judgment on which you rely to steer all things with justice;

    So that having won honor, we may honor you in return,

    Constantly singing of your works, as it is proper

    For mortals to do. For neither mortals nor gods have any greater privilege

    Than to make everlasting song of the universal law in justice.


    The myth of Narcissius, reminagined by Oscar Wilde and recounted in «The alchemist»:

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    The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.

    The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

    But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

    He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

    'Why do you weep?' the goddesses asked.

    'I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.

    'Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,' they said, 'for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.'

    'But... was Narcissus beautiful?' the lake asked.

    'Who better than you to know that?' the goddesses asked in wonder. 'After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!'

    The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

    'I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.'

    'What a lovely story,' the alchemist thought.


    Odins «mystic initation, Runatal 139-149:

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    I know that I hung on a windy tree
    nine long nights,
    wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,
    myself to myself,
    on that tree of which no man knows from where its roots run.

    No bread did they give me nor a drink from a horn,
    downwards I peered;
    I took up the runes,
    screaming I took them,
    then I fell back from there

    (139-140)

     

    The unwise man is awake all night, 
    and ponders everything over; 
    when morning comes he is weary in mind, 
    and all is a burden as ever.

    (23)


    Cattle die,
    friends die,
    and the same with you;
    but I know of something that never dies
    and that's a dead person's deeds.

    (77)

     

     


    Odin:

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    Then I was fertilized and became wise;
    I truly grew and thrived.
    From a word to a word I was led to a word,
    From a work to a work I was led to a work.

     


    Death of Balder/Balders dream, poetic Edda

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        1.    Baldr’s Dreams were not cheerful; | in Breidablik he lay;
    There boded ill his bale-bringer, | The fairest of all the gods.
        2.    Dreams he told to the Æsir, | and that drink of evil counsel
    He mixed for Baldr, | OĂ°in, as he sought their rede.
        3.    “What is dreamt,” said Oðin, | “by Baldr now?
    I thought of my son, | beloved of the Æsir,
    He is doomed to die, | not fated to dwell
    Long in the land of men.”
        4.    To the east sat a soothsayer | in Jotunheim,
    Who at the council of gods was | Baldr’s bale the first to reveal:
    “Ill it is to speak | what will fate have:
    None can know what is to be.”
        5.    In the south sat the old one, | in Ironwood,
    And in likeness of woman | the future she knew;
    Much the spae-wife | spoke at the doom of the gods,
    When the reed of Læra’s wood she sang.
        6.    “Ullr alone | of the gods was glad
    He would ride on Hödr’s | steed to the bale-bringer’s slaying.”
        7.    The southward sat the old one, | in Ironwood,
    And in likeness of woman | the future she knew;
    Much the spae-wife | spoke at the doom of the gods,
    When the reed of Læra’s wood she sang.
        8.    “All that are | in the world of men
    Weep for Baldr; | weep thou, O Æsir!
    Like a river unbound | is the foam of my weeping
    And as the snows fall | from the snow-drifts.”
        9.    “Ill it is to speak | what will fate have:
    None can know what is to be,
    And now in grief | is Frigg, the fair,
    At the fated death | of her son.”

     


    So, some context before i continue. You can think of him as some sort of norse Jesus or Apollo. Beloved, beautifull, heart of gold etc. He was also asscociated with spring. His death  marks sets in fimbulvintr, a winter lasting three season and marks the beginnibg of the end: ragnarok/twiligt of the Gods. I find it quite poetic. If we see Balder as the personified good, being killed shot by a blind man with an arrow tippes with an mistietoe, a plant so ignificanr that that Fraya overlooked it, kills the ideal man asscociated with spring, witch sets in a tree season long winter. So thats how the world end, the ideal killed by his blind half-brother, tricked by the envious Loki (the tricster).

     

    Just as a fun fact, the blind god who shot Balder, is named Hothr, and is who  the GoT character is based on.

    Fimbulsvintr, Voluspa:

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    “Brothers will fight | and kill each other,
    Sisters’ children | will defile kinship.
    It is harsh in the world, | whoredom rife
    —an axe age, a sword age
    —shields are riven—
    a wind age, a wolf age—
    before the world goes headlong.
    No man will have
    mercy on another.”

     

    (Just as a side note, this is belived to have been a real event. An islandic, volnaic erruoprion took place in 550, witch blocked the sun for a significant period. I think this correspond well with the migration she as well?


    Ragnarok (Translated by Jackson Crawford(Völuspá Stanzas 43-56).)

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    Fenrir howls terribly

    before the doors to Hel;

    the wolf will break its bonds

    and run.

    I know much wisdom,

    I see deep in the future,

    all the way to Ragnarok,

    a dark day for the gods.

     

    Brothers will fight one another

    and kill one another,

    cousins will break peace

    with one another,

    the world will be a hard place to live in.

    It will be an age of adultery,

    an age of the axe, an age of the sword,

    an age of storms, an age of wolves,

    shields will be cloven.

    Before the world sinks into the sea,

    there will be no man left

    who is true to another.

     

    The giants are at play,

    and the gods’ fate is kindled

    at the blast

    of Gjallarhorn:

    Heimdall blows that horn hard,

    holds it high aloft,

    Odin speaks

    with Mimir’s head.

     

    The old tree sighs

    when the giant shakes it—

    Yggdrasil still stands,

    but it trembles.

     

    Fenrir howls terribly

    before the doors to Hel;

    the wolf will break its bonds

    and run.

    I know much wisdom,

    I see deep in the future,

    all the way to Ragnarok,

    a dark day for the gods.

     

    Hrym advances from the east

    with a shield before him,

    and the Midgard-serpent

    is in a monstrous rage.

    The serpent beats the waves,

    and the eagle screams eagerly,

    splitting corpses with its pale beak.

    Naglfar, the giants’ ship, is released.

     

    That ship sails from the east,

    bearing giants

    over the sea,

    and Loki is its captain.

    The giants are coming

    together with Fenrir,

    and Loki too is with them

    on that voyage.

     

    What news from the gods?

    What news from the elves?

    All Jotunheim is roaring,

    the Aesir are in counsel,

    and the dwarves,

    creatures of the mountains,

    tremble by their doors of stone.

    Have you learned enough yet, Allfather?

     

    Surt comes from the south

    with a bright light in his hand,

    yes, the sun shines upon

    the sword in his grasp.

    The mountains collapse,

    the trolls fall,

    men walk the road to Hel,

    and the skies divide above.

     

    Then comes

    the second sorrow of Frigg,

    when Odin goes

    to fight the wolf,

    and Frey goes to fight the giant Surt.

    Then Odin, Frigg’s husband,

    will fall to Fenrir.

     

    Then comes the great

    son of Odin, Vithar,

    to fight, to avenge

    his father on the wolf.

    He shoves his sword

    into the mouth of Fenrir,

    all the way to the heart,

    and thus Odin is avenged.

    Völuspá Poetic Edda

    Then Thor comes,

    Earth’s son,

    Odin’s son,

    to fight the Midgard-serpent—

    the protector of Midgard

    will kill that serpent in his rage.

    But all humankind

    will die out of the world

    when Thor falls

    after only nine steps,

    struck down by the venom

    of the honorless serpent.

     

    The sun turns black,

    the earth sinks into the sea,

    the bright stars

    fall out of the sky.

    Flames scorch

    the leaves of Yggdrasil,

    a great bonfire

    reaches to the highest clouds.

     

    Fenrir howls terribly

    before the doors to Hel;

    the wolf will break its bonds

    and run.

    I know much wisdom,

    I see deep in the future,

    all the way to Ragnarok,

    a dark day for the gods.

     

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  21. Posted

    22 minutes ago, wandelaar said:

    It comes with age, having less energy, slowing down, accepting things as they are, ... 

    Hmm… i am struggling finding the balance between the «fighter,» and «saint» archetype.

    I know that there are aspects of life id like to improve, but i dont want to wage a civil war against myself either.

  23. Posted

    2 minutes ago, wandelaar said:

    I see pro's and con's and they exactly balance out. I will let others decide for whom it does matter.

    You seem to be an admin, am i wrong? Is there no possibility for a poll? 
    And again, it was only an impulsive suggestion from my part, it is really not that important to me

  24. Posted

    27 minutes ago, Zhongyongdaoist said:

     

    Lucky for you and everyone else here, I did all the research years ago, as for an interesting model of a historical Jesus, try out the link in this post of mine:

     

     

    I hope this is helpful to you and anyone else who may read it.

     

    ZYD

    Thank you