Tell me what you know of Ouranos/Caelus/Uranus

Where the green man dwelleth.


The axis mundi and the tau cross, broad as a spine upon which shoulders outstretch, a spine with the head of an ankh, and no feet. A willing serpent that slithers and falls face-first towards its tail...seeking eggs to devour, its jaws fasten upon itself. It becomes the egg, the head of the ankh upon which the Tau is outstretched, is hung

The Hanged Man, "to myself I sacrifice thee", he spoke into his own eye.

his chest is pierced by an inner prometheus, and his winning fire bleeds from the wound and drips into the dirt. Upside down by the rope, bloody dirt below becomes the sky, the salt of his tears feed the roof of golgotha - the kingdom of the skull.

What do you know of the uranus/ouranus/caelus mythos, glp?

you won't find any other mythological figure that more closely embodies pure chaos


some have issues accepting chaos when it comes to their own thoughts, they want to be in control, and to rid themselves of everything they believe to be unacceptable

the unperceived quandary being that belief is a matter of practice rather than a state of being

to be in control is to be unrelenting in the practice of exercising self-restraint, to acknowledge and accept that thoughts are as much a product of the unconscious and one's environment as they are of the continued development of the self



your relaying of information is completely backwards, though...

it was caelus who was castrated by saturn

...and a re-share, while on the subject of severed genitalia cast into neptune's domain, one bubbled up and rose as the morning star, but what of the other, would it look the same?


Amidst the cricket cacophony chattering spree
An alchemist met marriage daydream's shattering me
To ash among dunes slung under bridge where we lived free
When web spun thickest dung pheromone bone thrown then they flee
The rats in cage waging final bet for debt pending
A key to lock unseen beginning final ending

Plip-plop ripples o'er infinite sea stuttering say
Stop wasting simple momentary lapses of grey
Displayed in seasons' passing ticking toxic strands 'way
Good grief the fief when wounded dragon finds cross'd fae
Who seeks the king encircling new ring below his crown
Adorned so born thorn'd throne made mute to welcome gown

Shadow below to sow sea foam frothing darkness glow
Over clothed million suns great father undone to show
Gaia as witness rising woken barely blinking
Thinking I'm dreaming dare I tempt lucidity now
Hearing heartbeat bearing black Luna's unwound sinking
Believing beast of burdensome bondage caged in brow

you won't find any other mythological figure that more closely embodies pure chaos


some have issues accepting chaos when it comes to their own thoughts, they want to be in control, and to rid themselves of everything they believe to be unacceptable

the unperceived quandary being that belief is a matter of practice rather than a state of being

to be in control is to be unrelenting in the practice of exercising self-restraint, to acknowledge and accept that thoughts are as much a product of the unconscious and one's environment as they are of the continued development of the self



your relaying of information is completely backwards, though...

it was caelus who was castrated by saturn

Maybe to other people it is complicated. To me it seems obvious that existence demonstrates itself in every conceivable form, and the proof of that is evidenced everywhere there is consciousness, and for that matter, everywhere there is evidence. As nothing can experience itself negating experience, the negation of experience must lack the element of essentiality characterized by the conscious. A negated experience cannot be a personal one without compromising the authenticity of both the negation as such and the authority by which the experience IS NOT experienced.

Does it take authority to remain unpotentiated? Ie, to “not” be requires the security clearence from thinking people with personified absences. Without such absences, we lose the language of what is yet to come, the ability to project past death and define what is against standards that are NOT.

Nothingness never negates. Its affirmative effort is perpetully lacking. Yet in this space without a face there is never any doubt of its certainty. Where there is nothing, there is ALWAYs the potential ANYthing. And while that potentiL may never manifest, the absence never becomes less manifest, nor does the imagination become more distinct in shaping said nothingness. The imagination has a vested interest in this particular vacuous real estate, because it is in the endless illumination of nothingness where the most theoretical substance is both present and vaguely implied. It is specifically nothingness that begs the insertion of Something to place it on the ego’s hierarchy of priorities. A nonentity cannot be prioritized, but thinking about nothingness can be ruminated ad infinum. Ironically, the absence of something tends to create more sensationality than a plain fact.

It is said that ghosts are delusion that can be created by extended sensory deprivation. In other words, by extended exposure to nothingness. The more absolute and empty the deprivation, the more likely a hallucination will be created to populate it. The key is that some people practice sensory deprivation with foreknowledge that their brain will project thoughtforms onto emptiness, and so they anticipate and charge the void in that sensory space. Such is a shamanic impulse an initiate can learn spontaneously, merely by opening the relevant book and intending to one day read it.

Doubtless the contents of this essay will seem impossibly confusing to some, but to the rare few who can fluently understand the double negative dialect, I am alluding to a mystery implied not by what I say or do not say, rather the mystery is effervescent, being directly spoken of without being referred to at all. Illustrating and reconciling contradictions is the theme that predates this mystery, and in the manner of creating oxymorons, each impossible sentiment changes our notion of what is actual. An oxymoron serves to universally destabalize the assumption that anything intrinsically belongs somewhere. The oxymoron is so neatly incompatible that people go out of their way to appreciate the effort, to court confusion in counterparts. To belong apart so perfectly that putting you together creates a phenomena, is almost like suggesting that the oxymoronic entity possesses a subtle harmony which would further intensify its oxymoronic peculiarity.

The mystery contains an aura which interests us to pry at insanity’s jaw without consternation. When we are able to safely become insensible, the illusion of our narrative can be discarded, and we can be immediatly real before the attempt to justify ourselves destroys the authenticity of our experience. The contradiction persuades the contradicted subject not only to doubt something, but to ultimately redefine its relationship to what is not only real but possible. In one fell swoop invoking a contradiction bypasses all egoistic defense mechanisms because contradictions call upon thought processes which to the modern mind are relics, or even fossils, of history, and not history as written or spoken of, but one that is passed on only through reference to greater enigmas which words fail to preserve. But this is such a complete failure of words that in the effort to reference or explain said failure creates a cascade of categorical defamation in which nothing is real except for the singular answer to the only relevant question existence has ever asked and answered in one self-contained statement.

The real thing to remember in the convoluted sentiment expressed above, is that not only was the point of the argument evaded, but the supposed attempts to explain the true purpose merely added a new dimension of confusion between subject and object, Whereupon existence is personified as the secret yet untold, but is also pictured as the relentless inquisitor whose questions revealed we were hiding something from our audiance, ostensibly also ourselves hiding from the secret we are actively keeping hidden. All of this happens under the assumption that one of the selves pictured here has preserved the original act of sacredness. the sacredness is actually being deconstructed systematically, as existence toys with the notion of self consciousness in a broader rhetorical scheme of hide and seek. The trick to this is managing to hide from the seeker long enough to forget playing both roles without the seeker ever suspecting that the hiding place is actually in being the seeker.

This ensures that you are never found, for who better to hide you than the person who knows where not to look?
The only hope is hidden with the seeker.
But the hidden one is revealed in all...

You wrote this?

that question always prompts a decidedly mixed bag of thoughts :P

regardless of them, the answer to your question is yes

it was caelus who was castrated by saturn

the mermaid is actually somebody that can swim through aether...

Are you a mermaid brah

Hello

Me? I was trained by one as a child...

Well you are a good swimmer. I suspect the heavy currents do not even bother you these days

I don’t know much, but maybe they’re in carnations now, oh I mean incarnated.
:happymermaid:
:Cthulhu:

the cthulhu princess of atlantis, halfway between lucifer and venus, born of the foam castrated off the pillar of the bennu bird.

your anus

Having Uranus on my mid heaven I've studied it extensively. It represents and will bring on--
1. sudden awareness. so called enlightenment, the moment of knowing free of intermediate steps, sudden total knowing.
2. revolution based on the new knowledge. The revolution of Uranus Must Not Be Stopped or there will be severe repercussions to health and order,
3. Insistence on expressing the True Self even if that is unpopular. Again based on The Truth that dawns, the true character of a person Must be expressed or as above, bad consequences. It's worse to suppress your true self than be cast out of society by it. All forms of social deviance come from the Uranian effect. Always shows up as causative in the charts of people who break the norms
4. Electricity. Metaphorically, electricity is as fast as Uranus's actions, almost seems instantaneous. might as well be.
5. Uranus is the higher octave (actually off the measurable scale) of Mercury. Mercury takes every step and is fast but visible. Uranus jumps all the steps and arrives yesterday, so why aren't you Doing Something About It Already!!! (by the way, Neptune is the higher octave of Venus, being the path of love leading to a field (water like) of transcendence.