mega sigil/i'm studious

Sigils work because they stimulate the will to work subconsciously, bypassing the mind. The goal of the artists is to trap the art inside, so that it may fire actions in order to proceed with confidence in this life. Crying cleanses the eyes and summons assistance to infants. Laughter is the only tenable attitude in the universe believed to empower and protect what is contained within, including the necromancer from conjured demons. In a repeated text, artists were foretelling things to come as god was revealing in them. Without them, nothing was made that has been made. In them was life, and life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness but the darkness remains not vacuous, but alert, to allow the inspiration to manifest. The reification of a desire is possible through the autoerotic passerby. It is true that so long as I merely considered the ways of life of other men, I found little basis for mountains of excitation, and rarely climbed. As I took my last steps, the desire was abandoned to the subconscious. After the cataclysm, the celebration, I aimed to undertake studies within myself and to use all the powers of my mind in choosing the paths I should follow. If I compare the divine without limit to ever greater and better things, but also understand at the same time that he on whom I depend has within him all those greater things, including his own gods, then here, at the intersection between rationality and theology, I encounter doubt and disbelief. Introduction of intention plus form and consciousness grants force to the unlimited omnipresent and universal energy field carrier wave, as well as the reservoir of all informational trickery by which the artist gets his sunlight effects with some dull ochre. The impression is good enough, maybe, at a distance, as an impression. But if you free your mind, and do not try and bend the spoon, for that’s impossible, you might, instead, realize the truth… there is no spoon. Then, you become dominant and that unique quality called love gives life its meaning and value. I have found that the simple and rather obvious truth is that evolution is creation — chain of being, as I have often been told. The top limits of the mind represent creation as continuous, ongoing and witnessed sequentially as evolution. A universe suspended from the one, unfolding in a series of fictional quantities, functional as a time traveling device. In truth, I exist in these zones where being is univocal. Every entity equally is, in the sense that each actualizes its power in the immediate vicinity, on the inside, in its relationship with the self. Thinking the past against the present, resisting the present, not for a return, complicates each thing while each thing explicates the one. The multiple is in the one, which complicates it, just as the one is in the multiple, thinking. An essential relation to history is no more historical than it is eternal. It is closer to the untimely: to think the past, particularly anarchy, and the love of god, to an internal atheism proper to it. The sigil is flirted with every time. The artist’s lively sense of humor is apparent in his constructed sigil. Lost to the mind, the sigil is charged. Circles are usually traced on the ground. The function of the circle can be explained as so: “the greatest power is attributed to the circles, for they are certain fortresses that defend confidence.” I observed in them almost as much variation as I had found previously in the opinions of philosophers, which taught me not to believe too changeable, the creator of everything that exists except for himself. Something can’t arise from nothing. What are images of things I perceive by the senses? I lose sight of the reasons why my idea of a more of a more perfect being has to come from a being that really is more perfect, indefinitely, infinitely, not just potentially but actually. Choice. The problem is choice. To deny my impulses is to see that it is the spoon that bends, and not just myself. I’m not afraid anymore. The oracle told me that I would fall in love and that that man... Examine him close; he goes. While the one sees the clever composition; the man sees the untidy brushwork. Remember, the entire universe is available in itself and more importantly it is the very essence and substrate of the capacity to know or experience. Its miracles are of one and the same reality that works its magic every day of the week in our world. Art is prophetic in a firing that is too early or too late. Art is pale for weariness of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth which is a joke played upon itself. It is sometimes possible to bring about the required coincidence by the direct intervention of the will and the coexistence of two movements in immanence - complication and explication. In the whole, an art of living and thinking is what artists have always practiced, and what they have reinvented. Repetitions are magic keys. Repetitions are poetic. Repetitions are prophecies. Wishing that behind the idea of the universe as a “great hope, of a time to come”, thinking means taking residence in the strata in the present which serves as a limit. It is thinking of the past as it is condensed that I loved. But the thinkable is false. What you know you can’t explain, but you feel it. You’ve felt it your entire life. Run out of attempts to crystallize the truth in words, and an element of effective culture makes itself the master of the linear domain. If the ego is narcissistic by design and primarily self-oriented, then consideration and the loving of others may seemingly deny the very thing that makes us human. So you see? I can’t be dead. Fear is now undermined by the interactive wholeness of myriad energy fields of infinite potential. Different frequencies merely awaiting influence. When I turn my mind’s eye upon myself I understand that I am a thing that is incomplete and dependent on something else and that aspires established laws (meaning man-made laws) but indicates the existence of far higher laws (meaning the ones laws). All the perfections that I attribute to god are ones that I have in some potential form. What is conceived as a form of change, is a genetic algorithm. I am fighting an agent of chaos who keeps coming uninvited into my room. Shortly after the beginning, firmly anything I believed I had been convinced of only by example and custom. I had an intense desire to learn to distinguish the true from the false. I, in my blindness, censured the holy fathers, and made no use of things present as the one commanded and inspired, usually wandering companionless. But after some years pursuing these studies, I made a decision in order to understand and the one saw it. Sincere humor and humorous sincerity. I consider laughter: it is the highest emotion, for it can contain any of the others from ecstasy to grief. It has no opposite. Various objects, shapes, symbols, and letters may be drawn or placed within that represent a mixture of ideas. Circles don’t put too great a strain on the universe. After holding the sigil in the mind for as long as possible, it is wise to banish it by evoking laughter.