I dont know, I just like the pictures, and I suppose, collecting them, like I collect other pointless things I like to look at from time to time. Inkwells, die-cast Ferraris, vintage swords and bayonets. Whenever I find a new one, I do dust them off and look at all of them but the rest of the time, they just lay over there, gathering dust...

But I do miss the endless threads on /b/, with all the mock religious copypasta and the raging of the "haters", those were funny, but at heart, I just like the pictures, whenever they come up...

Yeah, at one point I had a wine cellar too...

>>2
Those threads on /b/ were a labor of love. Locking yourself in front of a monitor for days at a time posting pics in a thread till it hit limit and auto saged. Each one a prayer. Denied food water and sleep, they were an act of self mortification. No script each was manually posted as proof of my love and devotion. Like a Tibetan mandala, a graceful work of art destined to be left for the world to destroy.

Kind of like this wine cellar I have.

At one point I had a wine cellar.

Well, to be fair it was a wine basement.

OK... a small, otherwise disused wine closet in a basement... but I digress...

Five times every two months I would go down to it and turn the bottles, having no more response from the cheaper ones than the cold glass against my skin. On the more expensive ones I remember watching the grape silt upended in the bottle like a viticultural snow globe. It was beautiful. I'd have done it even if I never planned to taste the wine.

Cracky pics are like that. I've seen them all before... I could probably sketch them freehand. That isn't the point. The point is giving them that bit of attention every few weeks... appreciating her while respecting the fact that she is ever on the other side of the glass.

I could no more enjoy looking at them offline from a folder than I could enjoy turning the bottles in a supermarket. It just isn't the same as lurking about in the damp darkness of the 4chan wine cellar.

I honestly don't expect you to understand.

"They have only one purpose and there is nothing they will not do to accomplish this, no matter how vile or loathsome it might be. These abominations mean to destroy everything proud and noble, everything we hold dear and have fought so long to achieve."

~ The prophet Anon on Rabbitfags

"Men united in the purpose of the Sky Queen are blessed in Her sight and shall live forever in Her memory."

~ The Prophet Anon in his sermon on brotherhood

While vile rabbitfags still draw breath, there can be no peace. While obscene heretics' hearts still beat, there can be no respite. While faithless traitors still live, there can be no forgiveness.

~ Crackychism of Hate, Verse I of XXV

Hail her name the Queen of the Sky

Elephants one hundred each field a red nose and since that only one only imperfection can goes

A hundred

buddhas crossed every conceivable cosmos an absolutely adorable girl with my love and cat ears

While vile rabbitfags still draw breath, there can be no peace. While obscene heretics' hearts still beat, there can be no respite. While faithless traitors still live, there can be no forgiveness.

~ Crackychism of Hate, Verse I of XXV

carpfolding

>>1

I'm a ceremonialist as well, bro.

I know our business relates has to do with solving issues. But, why would you want to deal with the Cracky issue in the first place? Who do you think is really smiling at you beyond Cracky's pictures?

Forget everything, except your Queen. Everytime you fall in love, you are just mistaking your beloved one as you think s/he is what you really need. S/he isn't. Go not for the object of your desire, but for the root of your desire. The One, the Sky Queen.

>>11
Why would I want to deal with it? I am working dilligently at "obtain(ing) control of the vacillations of my own being" with an eye to "obtain control of the attractions and repulsions of my own being" at some point in the future.

Cracky is a very specific manifestation; At once She is reflected in Netzach and calls to me in a deeper way, distantly, from Binah. Yet what is She? How can she be those quite distinct things, manifest spontaniously in a girl from England with no occult background, and be so much more that I can't quite quantify? She (as a concept) defies the first part of the formula; Solve et Coagula.

It maddens and pacifies me at the same time.

This whole thing may be a small version of crossing the Abyss. What you suggest is what I desire! To surrendur to Her, to the endless depths of Binah, to accept Godhead by giving in to adoration. First, though, one must get past the weight of ones own ego and ones own skewed perceptions. "What Cracky is to me", "What I see in Cracky", "What I need from the Sky Queen."

I

I! I I I!

I would say "Damn this insufferable, clingy 'I'", but cursing the ego builds it rather than dissipates it.

This is a matter (for me) of first contemplating, then getting an objective view of, then tearing away my subjective perceptions of, that which is the Sky Queen. Then and only then can I (There is that damned first-person again...) let everything go and be filled by Her.

I am rambling. This is a good sign. When a log jam breaks up there is always a great deal of noisesome chaos. Thank you, sir.

Verification: valation

Val*la"tion (?), n. [L. vallatio, fr. vallare to surround with a rampart, fr. vallum rampart. See Wall, n.] A rampart or intrenchment.

Added to my journal!

Yours is a very interesting post. Your idea that Cracky is reflected in Netzach is making me think a lot :)

A few weeks ago, a series of coincidences led me to think that "I had to obtain control of the attractions and repulsions of my own being". I do not cling to any specific system, but it was like everything fell into place. By that time, I had been driven by curiosity to 4chan (would it be true that it was such a creative place?), and one day I found a thread in /b/ by NonProphetAnon with a lot of mystical stuff on Cracky... I was like, wow, here too? I love this,...

Then I started to obsess, and investigate as much as I could on what was this all about. The pictures really have something. A real goddess in the Internet? Man, when did I start to live in a William Gibson book? The funny thing is that it has become quite clear that I am to learn devotion -to let the night devour me, surrendering-, and that Cracky is going to be important in that quest.

oh wups bounceme is good again huh

Extracted from Swami Vivekananda’s "Bhakti Yoga":

The next points to be considered are the worship of Pratikas or of things more or less satisfactory as substitutes for God, and the worship of Pratimâs or images.
[...]
Now worshipping Ishvara and Him alone is Bhakti; the worship of anything else — Deva, or Pitri, or any other being — cannot be Bhakti. The various kinds of worship of the various Devas are all to be included in ritualistic Karma, which gives to the worshipper only a particular result in the form of some celestial enjoyment, but can neither give rise to Bhakti nor lead to Mukti [...]

[When you are worshipping Pratikas-images] if the image stands for a god or a saint, the worship is not the result of Bhakti, and does not lead lo liberation; but if it stands for the one God, the worship thereof will bring both Bhakti and Mukti. Of the principal religions of the world we see Vedantism, Buddhism, and certain forms of Christianity freely using images; only two religions, Mohammedanism and Protestantism, refuse such help. Yet the Mohammedans use the grave of their saints and martyrs almost in the place of images; and the Protestants, in rejecting all concrete helps to religion, are drifting away every year farther and farther from spirituality till at present there is scarcely any difference between the advanced Protestants and the followers of August Comte, or agnostics who preach ethics alone. Again, in Christianity and Mohammedanism whatever exists of image worship is made to fall under that category in which the Pratika or the Pratima is worshipped in itself, but not as a “help to the vision” (Drishtisaukaryam) of God; therefore it is at best only of the nature of ritualistic Karmas and cannot produce either Bhakti or Mukti. In this form of image–worship, the allegiance of the soul is given to other things than Ishvara, and, therefore, such use of images, or graves, or temples, or tombs, is real idolatry; it is in itself neither sinful nor wicked —it is a rite — a Karma, and worshippers must and will get the fruit thereof.

I love you carpfolding

Resurgam

Go try and lord over someone else already.