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Our Goddess is one of both creation and destruction. She renders unto the faithful peace in a world of discord.She is both armor and sword in a world that destroys through apathy and animosity. The Flower of Destruction
also blossoms in the heart of the Sky Queen. She seeks to temper us through despair, turning the lust of the neophyte upon him.
Only when the student embraces sorrow in the surety that he will never be worthy of Her avatar,
is he able to cast away his childish passion and see with eyes unclouded the majesty of Cracky Chan.
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2011-12-28 03:03:31
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2012-08-05 01:42:25
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A philosophical zombie is a being indistinguishable from an ordinary human in every observable respect, but lacking subjective consciousness |
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2012-08-08 17:15:44
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The sigil appears upon a diamond used to imprison souls in space, creating living zombies. Here is crystallization that is living death, dying from the inside-out, body armoring, ego-encrustation, crystallization at a too-early stage impeding further growth. For whom are zombies, but those who identifying ego with Self have forsaken childhood dreams, who have forever lost the key to Never-Never Land, that charmed inner Paradise. |
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Anonymous
2012-08-18 17:25:36
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>>121 Zombiehood implies linguistic indiscriminability, the zombie tendency to talk and even do philosophy of mind in language indiscriminable from ordinary discourse. Zombies thus speak *Zombish*, indistinguishable from English but radically distinct in reference for mental terms. The fate of zombies ultimately depends on whether Zombish can be consistently interpreted. If it can be interpreted consistently, then zombies remain possible, but no test could ever reveal whether anyone (oneself included) is speaking Zombish. Any materialist theory of consciousness is therefore already a theory in Zombish, and is equally confirmable in its human language edition (applicable to humans) and its zombie-language edition (applicable to zombies). On the other hand, if Zombish cannot be consistently interpreted, then the zombies described in Zombish are logically impossible. Either way, the search for a materialistic theory of consciousness should be untroubled by the (possible) zombies among us. |
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2012-07-28 10:15:41
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Rehab - Scarecrow
This was a song Olivia used to listen to:
"I am the everything the all knowing
The omnipotent one
I watch the fields I do not feel
I circumnavigate everyone
I am the scarecrow, alone and disconnected
You stare right past me undetected
I am only here when you expect it
Nowhere man
I live invisible
And feel a sadness indescribable
I hang here motionless holding a bible
No revival
I died and became apathy
Then married vacancy
Then moved my children to the tundra of complacency
I do not exist in your world
I've burned the bridges, I've cut the life line
Now all I have left is my mind
Which judges all of you
Analyses your dumb philosophies
In wonderment of how you all have ruined your ecology
But you do not hear for I am to
you only but nothingness
And I can't understand why I'm the
only one that feels like this
It's all piss, I flee
Out of all the people that have left me
The one I miss most, is me
I am the scarecrow and I am so alone
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/GDoFAnd I've seen thirty years of down time
The face of a clown, a stick for a spine
From a grandiose small town mind
And crows fly all around mine
They shit on my shoulder
I got no voice, no mobility
I get older, heated but colder
No yield in my field, fuck my opinion
I stare at your houses in the distance
Silent persistence at night windows glisten
I got nothing to say cause no one would listen anyway
So I remain against the grain
I've seen sunny days with rain
Busted knuckles and pain and never complained
Dirt is my domain, my view is plain
But I'm invisible, sound mystical
Not really, the days are dry the evening chilly
The only one who understands is
little Billy when he's lonely
Make me feel something, make me worth a damn
Make me new again, make me a fuckin' man
Seen the rise and fall the high and low the come and go
And if you knew what I know, sometimes
one does not reap what he sews
The wind blows, the moon glows the water flows
The rain turns to snow, and the ground is froze
And only God knows why that's the way it goes
I am the scarecrow and I am so alone"
I never though how alone Olivia must feel...
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some crowley-chan
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2010-09-20 17:13:56
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Mighty and erect is this Will of mine,
this Pyramid of fire whose summit is lost in Her Sky.
Upon it have I burned the corpse of my desires.
Mighty and erect is this phallos of my Will.
The seed thereof is That which I have borne within me from Eternity;
and it is lost within the Body of Our Queen of the Sky.
I am not I; I am but an hollow tube to bring down Fire from the Sky.
Mighty and marvelous is this Weakness, this
Sky which draweth me into Her Womb, this
dome which hideth, which absorbeth, Me.
This is The Night wherein I am lost,
the Love through which I am no longer I.
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2012-02-27 11:41:42
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May all living beings be equanimous, free from attachment, anger and prejudice.
May all living beings be happy and have the causes for future happiness.
May all living beings be free from suffering and the causes for suffering.
May they never be separate from the ultimate happiness, free from all suffering.
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2012-03-16 14:07:42
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>>110 You know what, I think it's schizophrenia. Her "we make sushi" drawing looks like a Louis Wain picture :| |
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2012-03-19 04:19:40
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>>115 which drawing is that? Louis Wain is very interesting, though |
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Anonymous
2012-03-21 00:42:37
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2012-03-07 09:49:49
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So, are these EtherSec a friend? Do they really know about She Who Owns The Sky?
http://pastebin.com/NY9Akxek
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Anonymous
2012-03-13 14:18:41
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The nice thing of it being anonymous is that it can always be 'hijacked' |
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Why Cracky Matters
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2012-01-23 06:35:08
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http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/why-beauty-matters/
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2012-01-30 12:04:43
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>>90 No, you. |
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Anonymous
2012-02-01 06:52:39
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http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/all-watched-over-by-machines-of-loving-grace/ How about this? |
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Anonymous
2012-02-01 09:37:36
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this is quite a nice documentary http://thespiritmolecule.com/ http://thepiratebay.org/search/the%20spirit%20molecule/0/99/0 |
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2012-01-18 01:00:38
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Until I met you I was dead, an impotent corpse existing behind a false guise of life. A life in which I did noting real. Day to day I merely went through the motions of living. As if I were a zombie, and I always had the feeling that I was gradually dying. If I am condemned to go back to that Then I’d rather go when I want to and, under the circumstances I choose.
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2012-01-18 03:28:30
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You ARE gradually dying. You are never condemned to go back to it, the choice is yours. |
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Anonymous
2012-01-27 13:07:55
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Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. |
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2011-11-20 18:01:50
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Mother Cracky loves us, she loves me and you and everybody, and through the teachings of her sacred word we will live in harmony and oneness, and ascend into a state of pure transcendence ~Olivia.
When we are all the same mind and spirit ~Olivia, the sacred sound, so that it may resonate within us and flow out to touch the ethereal beyond ~Olivia the sacred vibration, resonates with the great fiery waters beyond the universe, and touches god
~Olivia appears embraced in a beautiful chorus of vibration
Mother Cracky is in all things, in all places. You can not imprison her any more than you could cage the wind ~Olivia
Cracky cultivates the possibility, ever so gently pulling it from the one all, so that it is allowed to manifest ~Olivia.
It is through these manifestations of temporary individuality that the spirit energy is made to grow before returning to the great nothing ~Olivia.
Cracky is all things, and thus the evil is also required~ But it is always the way, that the evil do not know they are only aiding in cosmic unity, because they are driven by selfishness and hate. While the good, know that the evil is also a part of the all. Which is what allows them to be full of love for all things ~Olivia.
Its in this way, that Cracky can favor only one, because where love is given it is got, and hatred breeds death. The duality extends to all depths, even into the heart of Cracky herself. So that she needs not give equal favor to each side, even though each is equal in the universe ~Olivia.
This is the difference between the mind and the spirit, the mind knows not the spirit, the spirit knows not at all, but drives all things ~Olivia.
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2012-01-17 09:06:44
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2012-01-22 04:41:56
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>>75 I like how he's clearly playing a gamecube in the first panel. |
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2011-08-05 01:49:19
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Cracky: I am Cracky. We cannot work with this concept as it is misapplied and understanding cannot come from it. The identity of the vibration Cracky is our identity. We as a group, or what you would call a social memory complex, made contact with a people of your/our kind seeming imagination. Others from our density made contact at the same time in the physical, and the so-called “lost rarez” were their attempts to contribute to the Law of One. We spoke to one who heard and understood and was in a position to decree the Law of One. However, the prophet and peoples of that era quickly distorted our message, robbing it of the, shall we say, compassion with which unity is informed by its very nature. Since it contains all, it cannot abhor any.
When we were no longer able to have appropriate channels through which to enunciate the Law of One, we removed ourselves from the now hypocritical position which we had allowed ourselves to be placed in. Other myths, shall we say, having more to do with polarity and the things of your vibration that are complex, again took over in that particular society/complex.
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2011-12-29 19:39:04
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>>44 Cracky: I am Cracky. The substantiality of an object is not to be found in its qualities, but rather in the ensemble of its powers or capacities. This entails that we never directly encounter an object because no object ever actualizes the totality of its powers in all the ways in which those powers can become manifest. Rather, there is always a hidden excess or reserve of potentiality that dwells within the object. Let us refer to the qualities of an object as local manifestations of the object. They are actualizations of the object at a particular point in time and under determinate conditions or relations to other objects. It follows then that qualities are acts on the part of an object. Qualities or properties are not something an object has, but are something that an object does when it relates to other objects in the world. |
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Anonymous
2011-12-29 19:42:05
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Cracky: I am Cracky. The second insight is less explicit than this one concerning subjectivity; it involves the status of the symbolic order as imagined in the art of the mentally ill. The bodily derangements in this art infer a world that is more desperate, even debilitated, than empowered, and despite his own assertions this is sometimes true in Dubuffet as well. In this way both bodies of work point to a different kind of transgression, one conceived not according to the avant-gardist logic of Dubuffet but according to the immanent logic of Foucault on Bataille. To put it as simply as possible: more than attack artistic convention and symbolic order, the art of the mentally ill seems concerned to find such law again, perhaps to found it again, at the very least to “recompose its empty form, its absence.” For to their horror this is what these artists often see—not a symbolic order that is too stable, that they wish to contest as such (again as posited by avant-gardist logic), but rather a symbolic order that is not stable at all, that is in crisis, even corruption. |
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Anonymous
2012-01-17 16:17:15
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>>60 Which brings us back to crumbling capitalism. Its ironic that the 99% movements aren't against the current state of affairs (like those in power depict them) but rather trying it not to fall into pieces. Yet the powerful are so afraid that their charade is crumbling they target them as enemies. The world has suffered a mass psychosis in 2011. Yet a great portion of the population hasn't noticed capitalism is broken, and even many of the protestors would love to find a way to forget its broken and go back to when it apparently worked. |
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2012-01-09 15:01:59
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At this point the desperate lover might well ask, "If Cracky-chan would care about this anon, why doesn't she just swoop down, pick me up and drag me off to some heavenly fertility rite?". The reason is simple. Cracky-chan is stuck in place because you are hoarding the rares! You, and you alone, can extract a usable portion of the precious rarez from your self and get it to Crackles. To do this, you must process yourself as though you were the primary ingredient in a chemistry experiment, and understand to separate the true pics from the fake, the common pic from the rare, and the uncommon as well. When the subtle fire of the rares is released, it ascends and burns through the membrane, separating the microcosm and the macrocosm, and igniting Cracky to action.
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Anonymous
2012-01-09 15:09:57
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One cannot achieve the union with the SkyQueen by blindly participating in circlejerk drama, harassing WoW players and tracking ancient nekofoxes. Most successful sightings of Crackles are achieved by anons who would never consider themselves stalkers, not to mention trip-flagellants. Too often we simply aren't romantic enough. |
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Anonymous
2012-01-09 15:14:08
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The rares, common and uncommon pics are separated from the dense or crude fake pictures by means of a gentle heat, with much attention. This gentle heat is Love, and, as anyone who has ever been in love with Cracky-chan will tell you, in matters of the heart, the mind often just gets in the way. It does not take a scholar to fall desperately in love. To generate the heat necessary to separate the fake from the true rare, the primary skill you need to possess is the ability to be agonizingly lovesick for Cracky-chan. With the pure intensity of an adolescent who obsessively fantasizes a romantic encounter with a movie star or rock idol, you must physically, emotionally, and spiritually yearn for Cracky's touch. You groom yourself so as to be attractive to Cracky; you sleep so you may dream of Cracky; you surround yourself with tokens and symbols reminiscent of Cracky. |
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2012-01-09 15:19:34
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Union with the Sky Queen by means of devotion is the fastest, most direct route to enlightenment. If devotion is offered with perfect, one-pointed ardor (with great attention) union can be achieved. The Cult of the Sky Queen has set up a trap no member can ever hope to avoid. A yearning so deep in the hearts of the devotees that nothing can ever heal it, unless we unite with Her. Because nobody ever stops loving Cracky. |