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Here is a poem that isn't complete, but i want to post it so i don't loose it and so i can at least share what i have. Hopefully ill complete it soon.

In days of old, with hearts so bold;
when courage finds its way.

A man comes forth who finds his worth,
in love and righteous action.

With strength of heart he fulfills his part,
and confronts the popular passion.

Fighting long and strong in a world gone wrong;
the masses fight and plunder.

Finding worth in one, then hope did come,
the masses pushed asunder.

All planes of the astral manifest around us. No matter what perspective you choose to take it can be seen. Imagine one of the most basic phenomenons we think of when we first turn our minds to the metaphysical: ghosts, spirits, and hauntings.

Imagine a place or a home or whatever is convenient to you where a spirit is said to live; whether good or bad people seem to share similar experiences while there, either scared in a cemetery, or in a death in haunted house, or healing by sacred ruins, people continually experience this and come to these places.

A skeptic would assert it was a psychosomatic response. People so convinced they would experience these things actually do when they enter these places. After all it can be shown in studies that if a person is convinced they will heal, they are more likely to heal, the same is true with a negative outlook.

We have two views, each taken from the perspective of different astral planes. We have the skeptic, rooted the most mundane ; we also have the spiritual or metaphysical approach which is taken from the more fundamental sephroth/planes (1-9 on the tree of life).

its the same thing, in one case the metaphysical is the cause, in the other ones own belief in it making it manifest. But isn't belief in something to make it manifest simply magick after all. Magick is rooted in knowing that belief in a thing, a change of perspective if you will, will cause anything to manifest you will.

At first there is the point, neither infinite nor finite, yet both. It is the infinitely finite, the infinitely small. Then there is the infinite vector; a line starting from the point and stretching endlessly outward. When the vector reaffirms the point it was born of and rotates about it the circle or sphere is born at the end of the endless vector, the infinite circle is born. Each is built upon the previous, an extension of it and therefore the point is in the vector, the vector in the sphere, and the point in the sphere. This is represented in sacred geometry as a point, a line and a circle, as in the Monas Heiroglyphica by Dr. John Dee in the 1500's.

This parallels Ain Soph Aur, i suggest people who are interested read my two part posting by that title.

Some programming humor. This is a real irc chat, im freemo.

[10:44am] Ersan: I just watched the latest harry potter movie. It's awesome!
[10:44am] lunatiq: actor is gettin older too
[10:45am] freemo: lunatiq: well he gets older in the books too
[10:45am] Cdk5: I think that is obvious lunatiq
[10:46am] freemo: lol i do enjoy when people state the obvious, i laughed because Cdk5 saying that lunatiq was stating the obvious was himself stating t he obvious and therefore at fault for the very thing he was repremanding
[10:47am] Cdk5: freemo obvious... x3?
[10:47am] freemo: Cdk5: ahah 4x, well 5x now
[10:47am] freemo: lol oh no im stuck in a loop!
[10:48am] freemo: i hate when that happens
[10:48am] freemo: recursive reality is a bitch

The heart of man is burnt and gray;
for all our greatness we lost our way.

All alone the blind prevail;
no more love and we will fail.

Honesty and integrity crumble;
kings of men fall and fumble.

Love is lost, people torn
we die everyday and never mourn.
But there is light in babies born.

Hope exists for those who love;
the light is in us, not from above.

Give of yourself and you will find;
the part of you greater than the mind.

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All my love to the reader,
Jeffrey Phillips Freeman