A.T. Mann

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Astrology, Architecture & Time

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The Template

A wonderful series of videos concerned with the big picture of human/universal dynamics


"The Template is a holonomic model of transcendence; a journey of remembrance, forgiveness, resurrection and ultimately transcendence of the dualistic mortal paradigm."



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Let truth open within you

Fun with 4D

Four dimensional geometry projected three dimensionally upon a two dimensional plane

The Most Beautiful Crime

Industrial pursuit of "cool" has an entire generation searching for their souls, but with hope, what's considered lost may just be forgotten.  To what extent are you a product of your environment?

With no galleries in the ghetto, modern artists have transformed ghettos into galleries in the same approach undertaken by dust bowlers and crumb crushers to squeeze pennies from lemons, for what good is a gallery inaccessible to those who burn for art's transformative consequence?  To what extent are you producing your environment?  We deserve art in action not illusions and fashion.

Art is not the cool thing to do, Art is THE thing (verb) to do.

Though the beauty I endeavor to manifest relies not on pictures or paintings of symbols and reproductions of mystical idiosyncrasy, Love is my art form not confined to walls or canvases.  In a time that modern masters are recruited to marketing and advertising I question the value of being the new name on the writer's bench.  Instead I set the bench on fire and spilt some blood & tears over the embers, because art has to become more than wet ink over hot wood in an overstimulated society that has mistaken the ceiling for the sky.  To what extent are you producing the environment in which you want to live?

Upon this corporate styled 

Transhumanist wet dream
I spread my love like graffiti-
the most beautiful crime
utilized to it's full capacity

The People still burn for something

I feel it

Secret Mysteries of America's Beginnings

This is an interesting newish series of documentaries that have been released over the last several months which brings together some really interesting lines of information to give a wonderful view of forces shaping society.


Part 1 - The New Atlantis
Part 2 - Riddles in Stone
Part 3 - Eye Of The Phoenix

No instruction manual

Watching everything fall apart has surely risen fears.
I breathe. While my mind scrambles to lay the pieces strait in order to "return to normal", I breath.
A question arises:
Why do you scramble, overwhelmed by life's puzzle?

Locate the border pieces, it is safe.  

Assemble them and congratulate yourself for following the only path the puzzle maker designed.

Construct the same limitations that a thousand men given the same pieces have produced a thousand times before, and congratulate yourself.

A puzzle can never be rearranged. It is safe.

Fill the last hole with the missing piece.  

Congratulate yourself, you've finished

Look at the picture and what's it display? 

Dissatisfaction.

How could this be...

It looks just like the picture on the box, so be assured the applied method was undertaken precisely- all the holes are filled so why are we left feeling empty?

Not one among us designed the picture we all die working so hard to produce. 

No longer will I labor to find just the right piece for just the right spot, within the confines of a border I did not designate, to produce a picture I did not dream up.

All the pieces lay about me, but I won't put them back together the way they were...
Instead of rebuilding the puzzle I'll use the pieces to design a sculpture that can't be described by the contents of it's construction.


This is my chance to build what I actually want for myself.

Originality

I am reminded of Goethe’s remark on property:

I know that nothing belongs to me

But the thought which unimpeded

From my soul will flow.

And every favorable moment

Which loving fate

From the depth lets me enjoy

Alas, it seems nothing is truly our own but thought and experience

At times I feel the thoughts in my head are unique, so I remember them or write them down, only to stumble across them in some form of media after a few months or a year.  It seems to me there are many possibilities to explain this, but the one I am most comfortable asserting is that ideas, like everything else, are a sort of vibration…No shit…

Now, it seems rational to assume this vibration emanates from my own brain and radiates outward into the world of vibrations around me.  And as a magnet will align itself to a magnetic field, the vibrational waves created by the idea seek out like vibrational beings and is received as a “new idea” in someone of like character or quality.  It must be the ego that says: "This is my idea."   Although, it is just as rational to assume this idea, this vibrational wave that we could call information, is just something that exists on it’s own in some other dimensional capacity, and is simply interpreted and processed by our brain like some sort of radio or television receiver would.  I imagine information having some sort of perceptible material form in that other dimension, although all we perceive is an idea…like a book.  We can see a book and pick it up and feel it, we can assess it’s three-dimensional qualities without ever knowing the breadth of information contained within, nor the experience required to create such possible magnificence.  So maybe what Goethe is talking about is the intersection between information and experience.  The cross section of two lines of energy, or the merging of two waves or whatever you want to call it.  Both waves retain their essential resonance, but create a third wave that may be called original. 

So back to originality.  It’s my contention that everything is original and nothing is original, depending from which side of the cosm you currently perceive reality.  The microcosmic view, 6 billion people all disconnected, shows that although you may have received information from one or several outside sources, you are an original being in a three dimensional world that put your own spin on something timeless, therefore your creation is original.  However from a macrocosmic view, one mind one consciousness in a sea of information, originality is mere interpretation.  Originality is ego, opinion.

Nothing new can ever be invented, only remembered as a function of time’s unfolding.  Individual originality is collective forgetfulness, and as creative individuals producing "original" ideas in the form of art, words or love- it is our responsibility to disseminate our creations and discoveries as widely as possible, until enough people recognize our art in their archetypal mind

Secrets of the Super Gods

"Bliss is the key to immortality --simple physics"

Maurice Cotterell - Secrets of the Super Gods
In 1989 engineer and scientist Maurice Cotterell found a way of calculating the duration of long-term magnetic reversals on the Sun. Using this knowledge he was able to break the codes of ancient sun-worshipping civilizations, first the Mayas of Central America, those of Tutankhamen, of Egypt, and Viracocha of South America, before cracking the codes of the Terracotta Warriors of China.



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Full Moon Journey

Physicists will tell you that a black hole absorbs light, but they don't tell you how's it's affected after it shoots out the other side.


When the eyes of the shepherdess are upon you, that matter will no longer be a mystery. 


As soon as I cleared the smoke from the tubular chamber I knew I had smoked too much. The funny thing about Salvia is that the last conscious thought one has after inhaling a lungful tends to set the mood for the duration of the experience. As everything in my field of vision shifted in front of me, the cymatic pattern of interlocking triangles became more and more apparent. The thought repeated "I smoked too much salvia", and as I began to lean back into the supine position another thought of seemingly great familiarity gave me the calm I needed- Terrence McKenna's words "if your not afraid you took too much, you didn't take enough" 


At this point the triangular cymatofractal grid pattern is thickening like a blanket, slowly rotating 90 degrees from vertical to horizontal. As I watch it descend upon the horizon it begins to blanket me and suddenly I am aware the the room is full of other beings. All these beings suddenly manifesting frightens me and I try to sit back up, but hands gently grip my shoulders, and the shepherdess voice tells me not to worry -

"You've returned a thousand times, and will leave a thousand more. 

You never need worry, for you are infinite at your core"

The tension in my body disintegrates. I once again take notice of the grid that continues blanketing my body. Hundreds of intersecting shining ropes of white light form triangles over my body. I follow the path of one rope of light to the edge of my body and finally see one of the beings whose presence had startled me before. It is grasping the rope of light. I look around and see 18 pairs of hands grasping the ropes of light that blaze across my body. My attention follows a set of burgundy stained hands up the arms of a magician fully clad in deep purple robes and hat. The brim of his hat raises and I finally see the smiling face of a brownish-purple dragon with blazing yellow eyes. Salvia begins to speak to me again as the face of every magician intensifies.

 "Triangles are the most efficient method of clockwise rotation along a Z-axis"

With these word the magicians draw their ropes tight and dismember my body into a thousand triangles, and her words make sense. 

I know what to do

My consciousness fills each triangle and I will myself to begin spinning. The magicians now wield giant banana leaves and fan me with them as each triangle begins to spin counter clockwise, turning me into a vortex of energy that spins in a clockwise rotation, composed of units rotating opposite the perceived whole. I build speed and, in unison, the magicians sweep me through a black hole I seem to have created as a result of my peculiar spinning. It suddenly occurs to me that I am the black hole, and the confusion of discerning why a bunch of dragon magicians would alter my form so drastically, hits me like a tidal wave. But before I can feel one way or another about it, I am sucked into the black hole and shot out to a syntactical reality by any comparison to this one, where strings of light ARE pulses of thought that traverse the universe, and every bisection of light time is a different 4D reality with its own unique laws. As a beam of light evolves, so to do entire galaxies, each reality separated by thresholds of time. 


I lose trajectory and crash into a heavily wooded forest. I bounce along some branches and come to a rest inside the consciousness of one of the trees. The perception of the tree gives me the sensation that I am an owl perched upon a high branch, with eyes that shift like a chameleons, and seem to open and close like the shutter of a camera lens made of wood. Something tells me I have to try to get back to someplace, but I don't know what that something is, nor do I know where I am trying to go, or what I am, or what going is, but I am somehow certain that all of these abstractions are somehow related to the Shepherdess that seems to be beckoning me back to a state I can't conceive. I jump out of the owl/tree's head and climb the branches and stairs and go through all the right cupboards to discover a mass of spinning triangles that for some reason gives me great comfort. As I approach this spinning cloud I am drawn like a powerful magnet into the center of the storm of triangles and lose all consciousness of anything until I hear the shepherdess repeatedly telling me 

"Relax, I love you"

Suddenly I am being pounded and rolled like pizza dough while being wrapped in a sheet of translucent white light, reassembled by the flow of memories that flood my being with a raging river of consciousness. I am beginning to remember who I have incarnated into again, but am still void of an ego while I converse with the shepherdess.

She says "Even Light has to drag it's ass through the grimiest of realities."
 
Light itself has a memory, the one true yet intangible sign of a self reflecting consciousness. 
Does light bother with self-reflection?  
Perhaps it's all it has..


Physicists will also tell you that for every action, there is an equal and opposing reaction. To what was the big bang an equal and opposing reaction? Infinite consciousness wanted to know itself, and the universe is the unfolding expression of it's magnificence.  
Every action is connected to every other; 
Every moment needed all moments prior in order to culminate in its specific way; 
Every person is related to every other by way of communal existence


To know one's self means to discover it in every other being.

Unexpected Places

I've never been a fan of the musical selections played on the radio to represent DMX, and there fore never payed much attention to what he had to say.  I've only ever looked at the cover, I suppose.

This video, however, has given me reason to expand my view of his work.

Post-Chrysalis

Looking within using my own eyes is difficult.
I've come to see that I've developed my own conclusions and drawn my own opinions regarding nearly every concept I encounter except that of my own self.  Only after a quarter century did I even begin depicting an accurate reflection upon gazing into the mirror.

It's a thin line between love and fear when it comes to our closest relationships.    Acting so as to simultaneously engender both fear and love is a dangerous way to treat those closest to you.

I have been falling on purpose since I was taught to tie one lace from each shoe into a single knot.  I walked on my toes for years, treading lightly along the path of my own life.
I still cling to the fragments of an old life that sparked my madness.

If I had the power to make someone care, then I would have the power to make myself stop caring, but I honestly can't say which way I'd go...(That's not true, is it?).  Never have I been more alienated from my blood, yet never has there been more love in my life.

It's no longer up to me to keep pushing for something deeper.  What's the value of granting forgiveness to he who does not seek it?  Maybe that tree died and watering it is only rotting what could be fertile soil.  It isn't enough for me to be an accessory to your life, my aim is to enrich it by being exactly who I am without having to stop and apologize, or turn and look back to see if you approve.  I want to grow teach feel and learn alongside those with whom I share love...

What's the value of granting forgiveness to he who does not seek it?  

A quiet heart

A sound mind  

And a thirst that will only be quenched when I cease to be thirsty

Smoke & Mirrors

I've finally come to fully recognize the nature of the invisible enemy that will keep me forever restricted to the limitations of habit unless dethroned & eradicated.

While I was creating this Sigil, a thought emerged that will explain why I chose to share these usually private intentions with anyone.  A voice barely reminiscent of my own told me that the weight of this magic is such that it will be felt in the fields of my relatives, family & the friends I love. 

To take issue with this particular enemy has the potential to dismantle the boundaries that keep me feeling safe behind my mask, and those that are witness, in relation by blood or sentiment will also be confronted with their shadow as a result of my intention.  As far as my relationships go, this could be the first stick of dynamite that blows several bridges apart, and simultaneously one component of epoxy that will only harden when you too are full of the light this eradication shall bring.

I would apologize for the possible hardship that may lie ahead, but freedom is a blessing for which I will never regret granting myself or any other who become unbound as a result of this magic.  It seems most people are waiting to be granted permission to live the life they have always wanted to live.  

Well. 

Here it is... 

 I give you permission  

Now grant yourself permission, 

and use as motivation, the knowledge that

 a slice of perfection has been carved out of all possibility 

and it's up to you to find a balance, 

between initiative and acquiescence, 

as you build toward that notion of perfection.

This magic will be the catalyst if you believe.
Smoke & Mirrors

With Love

How I Won The War

“Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone.”

Masturbate in a crowded room and everyone just watches- wide-eyed and pretending to be terrified, but they are into it, because if they weren't they would stop you before you came-- not after.

 Just as there is the conflicting desire among the onlookers to start beating along or run out of the room, so too is there a conflicting simultaneous response in man to cry with another and attack him/her for being so weak and pathetic…

If you want to cry then I’ll give you something to cry about.

These examples are microcosmic variations of a schism in man which causes most people to be so uncomfortable simply existing, they unconsciously hate themselves for reasons they can’t understand.   Many people live in a world they will tell me is full of hatred, every man out for himself. Inside is outside, or in other words “as above, so below”… Which is to say if you accuse the bulk of humanity to be greedy, selfish, ignorant and egotistical it is because those are the qualities you have offered most abundantly in your human interactions- the technical term being projection. I hear some say “you are what you believe” and other who say, “You are what you do”…  To me they are inextricably linked: we act and perceive based on a structure of reality composed by our beliefs and expectations which blind us to any course of action or perception beyond those that adhere to our belief structure, limiting the possibilities of the human experience to the realm of mindless, habitual routine.

Some truly brilliant research into the nature of reality now shows that nothing “material” is definitively solid, and everything is everything else.  All the so-called “material world” is really a holographic projection taking place inside what we have called our brain, as a result of responding to information received as a result of fluctuations in electromagnetic and the strong and weak nuclear forces that compose the universe.  The material universe as we know it, is, as all the ancient teachings suggest, an illusion. That isn’t to say this material reality is not real.  It is real, per se; only it is no more real or illusory than any dream from which you have ever awoken.  I can control my dreams because my beliefs remain in my body as my consciousness explores.  Simple physics can help explain: principles of elementary physics will teach you that: a) the first dimension can be comprised wholly in a dot, and it does not exist; b) the second dimension is a plane made up of connected 1-D dots, and it does not exist; and c) the third dimension is made of three 2-D planes, and it does exist.  Similarly, three-dimensional reality is simultaneously both real and not real- it is a question of perspective.  To a forth-dimensional life form 3-D is hardly a reality at all, the same way a proton is hardly a drop of water yet still fundamental to its existence.   Material reality is simply a projection of the information available once passed through the human filter.  I learned to control my life in the same manner I control my dreams when I understood the difference between reality and dreams is a matter of maintaining a consistent focused perspective of how the information that flows through my body is affected as I consume and project it.

It will soon be realized, eventually even taught, that the only space as we know it is equal to the expanses of one’s imagination. Space is limitless because it is a reflection of the human mind’s capacity to create.  As what is known and what is knowable to humans increases, the size of the universe grows to reflect the density of knowledge in the human morphogenetic field. Your mind is creating your world and the reason it is so similar to my world is that we are both at the whim of interpreting the same information.  The differences in our perception come from- among many other influences- our beliefs, which are essentially expectations based on experience, or the unfortunately more common expectations based on others’ experience. If not for expectation and belief, there would be no way of discerning the difference between “dream” and “reality”.

Schoolbooks say that space is composed of vast expanses of nothingness, spotted with islands of life that burst forth magnificent shows of light and love.  People are the same way. Droves of lemming-like lollygaggers consume their way through their experience while like-minded individuals and galaxies of life eventually and naturally gravitate toward one another in a magnificent show of the gravitational force of a human heart consumed by love. If love and hate can ultimately be a conscious choice, perhaps the circumstance of nothingness and somethingness is also a conscious decision.  I would suggest that the theoretical “big bang” was preceded by no more than the desire to be something rather than nothing. The force behind the creation of the universe is akin to the force behind a human's desire to live an unconventional life outside the current cultural isolationist blueprint for happiness and success that only seems to construct an emotional and spiritual house of tissue paper.

Fallen soldiers are scarcely remembered while kings yield living examples, but both possess a mantelpiece in their hearts atop which the same flame on the same candle dances brilliantly. If so then love is no choice at all but an art form that not every man is able to perform, and must content themselves with cynically reserving love to the realm of likeness-to-addiction, and enslave their will to the acquisition they find most satisfying to pursue…I wonder why there is no clinical definition for an addiction to money.  What individual, after all, could possibly need a billion dollars?

It has been said that ‘grace rarely makes sense to those looking in from the outside’… and the same is most certainly true of psychosis.  Shitting in your sock drawer can make sense until someone comes along and shatters that misconception by calling you crazy.  All in all most humans immersed in western culture are following the same course of action.  Some are doing it much faster than others and our culture calls that outstanding, but to speed along the path to mediocrity and socio-cultural stagnation is even more foolish than walking the path to the one laying some fucking bricks of his own. 

History is filled with proud men and women stepping on who they can to achieve their goals of getting as many people as possible to have heard or read their names. If you want, you can try to have your name written into history.  I find more mystery in my story and don’t bother much with his.  History - his story… Mystery - My story… I like that play on words.

If the Earth is a quantum experiment than surely we are its most active -yet controllable and predictable- subatomic particles. Who then are the scientists conducting this experiment, and what of their intentions? If “god made man in his image,” surely our capacity to create is unparalleled in the material universe. We are all the scientists at the helm of this experiment which we create with our expectations and I invite you to wake up and indulge in the divine behavior that is our legacy, consciously steering our universe toward another in a collision of cosmic copulation until we’re all jerking it in the same theatre in order to bring this state of consciousness to a higher level.

The role of living beings in the universe is to act as a filter of information in which the need for new life forms can be assessed and produced by nature at large; it flows into us one way and flows out of us another way, affected forever by the vibratory content of our electromagnetic body. Where most life on Earth is a filter of information, Humans can be called a catalyst of transmitting whatever information they receive, so make the choice to embrace what you can and love it fully and honestly while you have it, so the information you send into the universe will be filled with the power to turn seeds into trees, lead into gold, and Humans into Gods.

“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.”

And before you run along screaming that I quoted Crowley and therefore am an evil Satanist, I offer this misinterpreted quote in its full context:

“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. 

Love is the Law, Love under will…  Without love, compassion, and reverence for all life, a powerful soul can damage, or even destroy another soul.  Love must be the foundation of all higher learning"

The wisdom of the past is the light of future

Don’t let modern concepts and opinions keep you sub-human any longer.

Fear is unnecessary if the difference between life and death is only a matter of perspective.

S

Waveform Communication

Would it be that terrible if we didn't speak?  What do you suppose would happen if we sat here silently and shared each other's gaze? I understand we have only just met and there seems to be a mountain of separation between us, yet I can't help but think of how special this could be if we would stop speaking and pay attention to what is really happening between us.

            When people say "there is electricity between us" most don't realize electromagnetism is precisely the force affecting them. 

I tell you how our hearts are electric machines doing far more than simply pumping blood through to the rest of the body.  Seven layers of muscle wrap around the heart in all differing angles, so when the heart beats it squeezes from every possible direction and creates a vortex of electromagnetic energy that surrounds our bodies with a sensory field most people have heard called their "aura". 

This field is extremely sensitive, and if you were to pay attention, you would understand that your five senses are secondary to the information you receive from your heart field.  In fact the sensory organs are queued by the aura to start processing information in the first place.  The heart field interprets information void of intellectual/rational/emotional processing by going strait to the heart, which is actually composed of 60% neural cells, and we understand its determinations as our feelings and intuition.  We have two centers for processing sensory input, and the brain actually sends more information to the heart than does the heart send to the brain. 

Let that sit a moment…

All computing done by the brain is secondary to the information received and processed by the heart, but since our brain tells us that our bodies are the boundaries of our physical being, we dismiss most feelings we get.  A warm feeling over your solar plexus, the hairs of your neck raise- all of these sensations are reactions to stimuli interpreted by the heart field. For example if all of a sudden you get warm and have to remove your jacket, when for every moment prior you had been comfortable with it on, consider the possibility that something has consciously and directly influenced your body.  Most people don't think about why it is that they are getting warmer.  Would you laugh if I told you that simply ruminating on the depth of my love for you my field changed in a way that your heart field interpreted, causing physiological adjustments in your body to make you feel more comfortable, manifesting as enough comfort to remove an article of clothing?  Probably you would.  You are well educated, and none of your teachers ever told you that was possible.

But you say, “We’ve only just met, how can you love me”?

I ask you to feel it instead of trying to understand it rationally.   Whether or not we are aware of it, as soon as our fields met they began exchanging information.  You know everything there is to know about me, and I you. I can’t explain my love with words, they are dead.  Words are what our bodies do to satiate the mind while real communication takes place.  Any words we voice only undermine the connection we share by involving the brain in a process of love it doesn't understand. 

Would it be that terrible if we didn't speak?  I am sitting here, with you sitting near. What do you suppose would happen if we sat here silently and shared each other's gaze?

            

relative ties

Sometimes I forget that I've lived the life I have.  Never a dull moment, it has always been intensive.  If only my mind would catch up to my heart I wouldn't still pour water over so many dead flowers.   To forgive and forget sometimes only works if the bridge stays burnt.

The best lesson my father never taught me was to make sure that the people I love have no reason to consider any different.  Sarcasm is a vicious tool of manipulation if your kid doesn't know you will always love him and be there for him.  He needs to know he won't be left on a random street corner for doing something wrong.  Some gifts you can't give back- but this self-loathing tendency & brutal anger is a legacy I refuse to pass on.  Thanks anyway.

Perhaps what has set me apart so much from others in this life is having to first seriously consider self-reliance and self preservation at 7 years old, and redefine family while I still had most of my baby teeth.
There is a difference between relatives and family.

Some actions forever alter the way a person can view another.  To forgive and forget sometimes only works when the bridge stays burnt.  But the bond linking us is more ingrained in each of us than I care to admit.  The Family Ties that bind us feel like handcuff bruises, but I bear the constant reminder to continue watering the flowers growing underneath, the brothers my parents want so much to be nothing like me.
Have you ever been to a comedy show, the comedian picks you out of the crowd and makes jokes at your expense?  It's in that way, that it is funny to see how caring and attentive he now can be.   I would say that my dad did his best, and as a result I am uncomfortable with myself when subject to him simply being himself.

Most parents will always help their children with anything they can.  A lot of parents will help their children do anything except be themselves.  What a fine line it is...

..."If your father and his father were fish out of water, you must break the cycle"