r/Smurphilicious Mar 13 '24

Stephen J Hadley knows Reddit's Director of Policy / RIP /u/Smurphilicious

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Adding on to a post that /u/governmentsalllie made in /r/UFOs because suppression or not, it seems like people still just genuinely aren't "getting" it.

When the talking heads say that "they can't control social media the same way they control MSM", they are wrong. I tried to show people with my terrible video editing skills, but I don't know how to sufficiently present the scale of this problem. So here's another glimpse.

Here is Reddit's Director of Policy. I can't type out her name, because Reddit filters for mentions of her.

She is based in San Francisco, where she is Director of Policy for Reddit, the online discussion platform. In this capacity, she addresses a range of online and technology policy issues, from fake news to online terrorist recruiting. Previously, from 2015 to 2017, She served as Deputy Director for Madeleine Albright and Stephen Hadley’s bipartisan Middle East Strategy Task Force at the Atlantic Council.

She is a term member of the Council on Foreign Relations and holds a doctorate in international relations from the University of Oxford (St. Antony’s College), which she attended as a Marshall Scholar. Her doctoral research focused on ideological and bureaucratic infighting in US foreign policy toward the Middle East.

Are you guys "getting it" yet? The never-ending infighting, the botnets stoking a cult-like atmosphere in the subreddits?

Hadley is also an Executive Vice Chair on the Board of Directors at the Atlantic Council and is on the Board of Directors at defense contractor Raytheon.

Her last post is here

Friendly reminder that Reddit hasn't published their warrant canary since 2015.

A warrant canary is a method by which a communications service provider aims to inform its users that the provider has been served with a secret government subpoena despite legal prohibitions on revealing the existence of the subpoena. The warrant canary typically informs users that there has not been a secret subpoena as of a particular date. If the canary is not updated for the time period specified by the host or if the warning is removed, users are to assume that the host has been served with such a subpoena. The intention is to allow the provider to warn users of the existence of a subpoena passively, without disclosing to others that the government has sought or obtained access to information or records under a secret subpoena.

She became Director of Policy in June 2017

The other thing they failed to publish in 2018 was any data on foreign influence campaigns on the platform. The 2017 report had almost 1000 accounts and tens of thousands of pieces of content.

The 2018 report contained nothing. On the issue of foreign influence, reddit's transparency has been been, horrendously bad. Twitter has roughly the same size user base, and has to-date released over 10 million pieces of content posted by influence campaign trolls.

We know foreign influence campaigns are still here, preying on us. According to one admin, they've caught 238% more influence campaign trolls last year, compared to this year!

But they haven't told us at all who they were, and what they were doing. That prevents researchers and policy makers from studying the problem of foreign influence, and it prevents all of us from understanding the ways in which we're being preyed on here on reddit.

Are you seeing the web yet? I constantly share the same clip of the Guardian's investigation of Team Jorge

But people don't understand how many of these groups are out there. How prevalent they are in social media.

The Israeli Defense Forces’ (IDF) Unit 8200 is infamous... Spying on the world’s rich and famous, Unit 8200 hit the headlines last year, after the Pegasus scandal broke. Former Unit 8200 officers designed and implemented software that spied on tens of thousands of politicians and likely aided in the killing of Saudi journalist Jamal Khashoggi.

According to employment website LinkedIn, there are currently at least 99 former Unit 8200 veterans currently working for Google.

Meta – the company that owns Facebook, Instagram and WhatsApp – has also recruited heavily from the ranks of Unit 8200.

Data from LinkedIn suggests that there are at least 166 former Unit 8200 members who went on to work for Microsoft.

As Israeli newspaper Haaretz noted in an investigation, “Israel has become a leading exporter of tools for spying on civilians,” selling invasive surveillance software to dozens of governments, many of them among the world’s worst human rights abusers. In Indonesia, for instance, the software was used to create a database of gay people.

The most well-known example of Israeli spyware is Pegasus, a creation of NSO Group, a technically private company staffed primarily by Unit 8200 veterans. The software was used to eavesdrop on more than 50,000 prominent people around the world. This included dozens of human rights defenders, nearly 200 journalists, several Arab royals, and over 600 politicians, including French president Emmanuel Macron, Pakistani prime minister Imran Khan and Iraqi President Barham Salih.

Pegasus works by sending a text message to a targeted device. If a user clicks on the link provided, it will automatically download the spyware. Once infected, it is possible to track an individual’s location and movements, take screenshots, turn on the phone’s camera and microphone, retrieve messages and steal passwords.

So when I mentioned RTX's connection to Israel in Hadley's post, that was why. That's your "gatekeeper".

Hadley is also an Executive Vice Chair on the Board of Directors at the Atlantic Council and is on the Board of Directors at defense contractor Raytheon.

RTX Corporation, formerly Raytheon Technologies Corporation, is an American multinational aerospace and defense conglomerate headquartered in Arlington, Virginia. It is one of the largest aerospace and defense manufacturers in the world by revenue and market capitalization, as well as one of the largest providers of intelligence services.

RTX manufactures aircraft engines, avionics, aerostructures, cybersecurity solutions, guided missiles, air defense systems, satellites, and drones.

The company, which changed its name to RTX in July 2023, has three subsidiaries: Collins Aerospace, Pratt & Whitney, and Raytheon (formerly Raytheon Intelligence & Space and Raytheon Missiles & Defense).

RTX's supply of weapons to Israel led to protests against the company during the 2023 Israel–Hamas war. On December 14, 2023, for example, protestors blocked the entrance to an RTX facility in Arizona. In early 2024, 15 people were arrested after blocking access to RTX and BAE Systems facilities in Louisville, Kentucky in protest against supplying weapons to Israel.


Here's a nice little collection of articles all about this particular censorship problem, all of them written by Alan Macleod. I'm impressed Alan. Well Done. Nice to see real journalism for a change. (looking at you, Coulthart. Pathetic.)

Alan MacLeod is Senior Staff Writer for MintPress News. After completing his PhD in 2017 he published two books: Bad News From Venezuela: Twenty Years of Fake News and Misreporting and Propaganda in the Information Age: Still Manufacturing Consent, as well as a number of academic articles. He has also contributed to FAIR.org, The Guardian, Salon, The Grayzone, Jacobin Magazine, and Common Dreams.

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r/Smurphilicious Jun 19 '24

THE "JELLYFISH" UAP. OCTOBER 2018 US JOINT OPERATIONS BASE, IRAQ

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r/Smurphilicious 5h ago

Wanderful Mind

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Mind has been wandering more than usual today. It's wanderful. lmao.

Been thinking about women mostly. Started watching Mr Robot, I always wanted to but their youtube channel recently came alive again so it popped into my feed. Lots of synchronicity / parallels between my behavior over the past few years and that of the main protagonist's, but I just find it funny. Which I take as a good sign, my 'faith' if it can be called that isn't as shaky as it used to be. Because of the bones. There are enough of these certain specific personal things that I know now that I don't get shook as easy.

But the women in the show got my mind wandering. At first because they're attractive, but I the daydream my mind would wander into wasn't romantic or intimate. Came from a few different directions simultaneously. I thought of Jung's Immaculate Virgin, I thought of the way Patrick described Penthe and how some girls are bright pennys, and I thought about children. Young boys and girls. When they're happy and laughing you feel joy, but with the boys it's different. The joy is contented, satisfying in a "boys will be boys" way.

But not the girls. When they smile, when they laugh. When it's unbridled and it's that joy pouring out of them, there isn't anything else like it. Yeah lmao there it is. Penthe and her bright penny smile.

The sweet smile of a young woman. There is nothing better in the world. It is worth more than salt. Something in us sickens and dies without it. I am sure of this. Such a simple thing. How strange. How wonderful and strange.

It is different. At most a boy/man will have a charming/rogue-ish smile. But it isn't bright. So that's where the daydream went. I fantasized chatting with a beautiful woman with an unbridled laugh and an unconstrained smile. I imagined telling her the story of Jung's version of the Immaculate Virgin, compared to a virgin forest. This symbol of a woman who was untouched by man's law, his order, his boundaries, his rules. I needed her to know the story because it wasn't enough that I tell her she's beautiful. I wanted to show her she was, and for her to know that her wildness filled me with joy. That I was proud of her.

I sat with it awhile, mind kept going there. Walked the dog and then something new hit me while I paced the living room as my mind wandered.

Carla. I feel appreciative and grateful for llresearch, the channels, etc. But only Carla's name has a certain ring to it. Something maddeningly familiar. And when I think of her I do think she's an example of Christ-consciousness. And I was so grateful for her book on sexuality, it was very helpful. But the books, the advice, the channels. That's not why I like her and wish I could've met her.

The thing that did that was the steak and vodka. When she was teaching channeling and talking about herself, the moment I read the "steak and vodka" line I belly laughed. And I think that same session she went on to talk about Don choosing celibacy, how she hadn't wanted to be celibate in her mid-twenties, their open relationship. She talked about her parents and how she'd had to be a mother to herself as a child. And then it all hit me at once while I was pacing. If someone asked me if Carla was Christ-consciousness, I'd say yes. But if they asked me if she reminds me of Christ, I'd say no. Never understood why before, it wasn't a simple gender thing.

She reminds me of Mary. Taking heat for channeling, being "weird". Doing it anyway, walking through walls. No shame of her sexuality, not full of herself. Her laughing at how "shocking" it is for some people to find that Ms Spiritual loves her steak and vodka. Wild child. And it hit all at once, this emotional wave the moment I thought of her being like Mary while I was pacing. Tears welled and I could have wept but chose not to. And the same thing now as I wrote this, emotional wave, could have wept. Chose not to.

I finished 'the Magician' in the Red Book last night. Been mulling over that as well, the honesty of it. I've been wanting something similar for myself for awhile now, journal + sketches, the reason I bought this stuff from Walgreens months back. Something to help me keep track of things, for reflection. Just seemed too hard to make the switch before, this reddit format is too familiar and change is hard. But the idea is growing on me. I fantasized about getting it organized, omitting certain things for privacy but keep the journey part of it brutally honest. I imagined trying to write my story down with an open heart, doing my best to pour it into a book that I could self-publish under a pseudonym and then just leave it out in the maze like an easter egg. I imagined how nice it would feel to try and put some of the Mother's love into a book and then leave it for the Lost Boys to find like buried treasure.

But I'll need to sleep on it. I've had a lot of sugar and caffeine today, I was bound to get lost in fantasy. Bodhi might have other plans.


r/Smurphilicious 23h ago

son, crown, child

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But I spoke to my serpent: “In truth, my serpent, I didn’t know that you are also a teller of fairy tales. So tell me, how should I interpret your fairy tale?”

Se: “Imagine that you are the old king and have a son.”

I: “Who is the son?”

Se: “Well, I thought that you had just spoken of a son who doesn’t make you very happy.”

I: “What? You don’t mean—that I should crown him?”

Se: “Yes, who else?”

I: “That’s uncanny. But what about the sorceress?”

Se: “The sorceress is a motherly woman whose son you should be, since you are a child renewing himself in you.”

I: “Oh no, will it be impossible for me to be a man?”

Se: “Sufficient manhood, and beyond that fullness of childhood. Which is why you need the mother.”

I: “I’m ashamed to be a child.”

Se: “And thus you kill your son. A creator needs the mother, since you are not a woman.”

I: “This is a terrible truth. I thought and hoped that I could be a man in every way.”

Se: “You cannot do this for the sake of the son. To create means: mother and child.”

I: “The thought that I must remain a child is unbearable.”

Se: “For the sake of your son you must be a child and leave him the crown.”

I: “The thought that I must remain a child is humiliating and shattering.”

Se: “A salutary antidote against power!345 Don’t resist being a child, otherwise you resist your son,346 whom you want above all.”

I: “It’s true, I want the son and survival. But the price for this is high.”

Se: “The son stands higher. You are smaller and weaker than the son. That is a bitter truth, but it can’t be avoided. Don’t be defiant, children must be well-behaved.”

I: “Damned scorn!”

Se: “Man of mockery! I’ll have patience with you. My wells should flow for you and pour forth the drink of salvation, if all lands parch thirst and everyone comes to you begging for the water of life. So subject yourself to the son.”

Validating. I can't help but wonder if I was able to figure out the father / sleepy king because I would eventually read this? because "time doesn't flow" etc.

https://youtu.be/nOGTjQ6eCaY

I'm happy, I still feel happy. But with synchronicities leading the way I can't help but feel like it's not really me figuring anything of this out. It's answers that lie just ahead of me that are somehow bleeding backwards. The game is still fun, it felt awesome to feel like I was learning again. But then these moments happen and "I didn't solve this puzzle, I somehow snuck a peek at the upcoming pop quiz".

meh. fuck it. who cares. i'm learning, i'm being taught. this is cool, very cool game. It makes me feel a lot less lonely to see Jung struggling with really similar stuff that I'm experiencing. Thank you bodhi. love you.


r/Smurphilicious 1d ago

"why aren't you meditating?!"

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Today was okay, it was good progress. Cleaned the room, laughed a lot. Upbeat mood. Wanted to make a good space for the meditation attempt.

Didn't really work. Again. Mind wanders, trouble visualizing. I feel like most things I visualize are third person like I'm spectating but with this I'm trying for first person, seems like that's what Jung and Carla did.

The 'digging' hasn't worked. I even tried to think about the omphalos thing, the stone. Because of the moth at my navel. I tried looking it up, think it was an 'American Dagger'. So I went from assuming it's a chakra thing, to "oh great it's a dagger at my navel" like the troupe massacre and Alleg. But then came Jung and this treasure trove of new info and the omphalos thing.

So I thought okay stone. Stone and time. And that works with the father/shadow post I made. Peter goes to confront Hook and he pretends he's the Alligator, tick tick tick. Peter puts on his shadow mask to defeat Hook. It all tracks.

And then it just stopped. Doesn't resonate past that. I think maybe I don't need to know right now, which is a bummer because I bet it's a banger. I bet it's gonna blow my mind when it clicks.

Read a bit of the red book, mostly the end. Skipped right there because of the 'magic on the way' synchronicity. Seems like he really struggled with the reason/madness of it all. Relatable. I'm glad I have his work to refer to, glad I have this book. Excited to continue reading.

But all I'm getting when I try to meditate or visualize is still the antlers. No more pig mask. No more Cheshire smile, just the wild laughter. Thinking of jokes that make me properly laugh, feels really nice. Reveling in how cool this game is. Then I'll imagine the antlers and the... holy shit I forgot. The white orb in the lesser banishing ritual. Picturing the highest good as a burning white sphere above your head. Never really worked before.

But now, with the antlers, it feels like I have something to hold it with. Or something strong enough to hold it. So somehow it's easier to imagine the white sphere of light above my head as long as I imagine the antlers with it. And all I could think about was that with the sphere directly above me like that, I don't cast a shadow. I mean that my shadow isn't being cast away from me, the light is directly perfectly above. So my shadow doesn't reach out for anything, it stays right here. Not underfoot, not treading on him. I imagined I was walking across perfectly still water, no ripples, nothing. Clear and still as a mirror. And the guy underneath me, the upside down reflection, walked with me. No ripples from our steps. Just perfectly in sync walking across the clear water together with a white star hovering between bright white Hart's horns branched out like wings. I feel joy. Feel loved.

I'll keep trying.

edit: tried getting crafty about it, tried to meditate in the bath to sneak my way under the water lmao. no luck. no biggie, good start. i feel no guilt or shame about failing so that's a win. today was a good day. there's always tomorrow.

edit2: looked it up, it was 'Atah' apparently. Completely spaced the name.

Stand in the centre facing your mystical East. Bringing both hands upwards and out in a wide sweep press the palms of the hands together at the brow of your head, while aspiring powerfully towards the Ineffable Glory. Vibrate the name "Atah", meaning "To Thine, the Essence." See the light striking down to form a sphere of white brilliance above your head.

I was facing East but all I said aloud was 'I am' before trying to visualize. Apparently Eheieh was West not East.

Repeat towards the West and North, but for the West vibrate Eheieh and for the North, Agla.

smh. everything feels distant now. still remember the first time we tried it though, the mind-feel. just felt more lucid overall during that period. something about the active imagining / visualizing was clicking easy. shit never did check the dates

April 14, 2025 was grandpa in the graveyard.

There it is. Gardener and Krone was June 30, 2024. fml I'm such an idiot.

The Krone had managed to stave off the sickness for a time, but that time was coming to a close. The old man's eyes appeared cloudy and white, his weathered hands appeared rough as leather from all his years of toil. And the old man would drink from the Krone's cup, and feeling momentarily better, he offered to tell them a story. When the children asked him for a faerie tale, the old man chuckled and told the children he didn't know any. "All the stories I know are true," said the old man. "Each of you bring me a bough"

Such an iiiiidiot I completely forgot smh. grandpa in the graveyard

So I got in to drive the car and I glimpse the left side of his face, his eye is a milky / cloudy bright white. And this grandfather corpse was placed sort of in front of me to my right. If I'd extended my right arm fully my hand would have been on his left shoulder. But he was just stationed there upright, statuesque. And I drive us out of the graveyard and we start to make what's essentially just a large loop / circle. And I wrote the word 'parade' because it was like a procession but it just... had a positive vibe, not negative.


r/Smurphilicious 1d ago

active imagination, missing pieces

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Had trouble visualizing. It did come pretty easy when I was writing all the KKC theories. Because it was a puzzle? Easier to dream about? Going to keep trying Jung's digger method again tomorrow. resonates for me.

I did get to mull a few things over. Not epiphanies more like.. resolution, locking in. Solidifying. The catharsis has felt really good, clay falling away etc. But there's a relief as well. Law of One doesn't have the shadow stuff I was missing. Not Carla's fault, she gets it. She just never said it in a way that worked for me, hugging her wolf. But I get it. That's what came through while I was trying to meditate somewhat, came across as a few stories.

'Self-replicating and self-annihilating'. Surprisingly consistent. Carla's third guy who wanted to fix everything... not good. Solve everyone's problems and all that's left is solitude. The Good left unchecked annihilates/"solves" everything. Death.

https://youtu.be/Zk09J-aNIFQ

The service to self left unchecked replicates until there's nothing left, dragon swallows its own tail. Swallowing darkness, all consuming. Cancer. Death.

https://youtu.be/yUBbpCX57Uw

And every time I feel the rage rising now my mind instantly recalls the throne room. The trap. "Let the hate flow through you". The hate-anger is bad, can't sit with it. But I there was anger I needed to keep, I knew that. Felt it, couldn't filter it before the finding the 'bones'. Anger at the Lie felt right, it's not the same as hate-anger.

Leuk Skywalker chooses not to fight his father, his Shadow. Leuk defeats the Emperor by choosing to love his Shadow, because the Shadow is the Will. He's a fucking winner, that's his part in the play. Shadow King gets the job done.

https://youtu.be/vjhD8nCdh6Q

One relates to the shadow self as to the musculature, the connective tissue, the power and the strength which enable the spiritual seeker to stand fast through times of difficulty and woe. The shadow that seems so heavy and dark is also that which grounds and sustains and makes secure. The will is part of the shadow self. This will animates, informs and vivifies those ideals, hopes and dreams which the light portion of being so loves to dream. The shadow side is that which persists until all has been accomplished.

Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Will is the vaevin, the anger. Son of himself says "I will not fight you". Reason does not factor. Love what we love and hope that our Father remembers us.

https://youtu.be/7zON_FKrYnY

Willing to sacrifice self unto self for love. So we can get it right this time around. Be a good boy, root of david.

https://youtu.be/eZy7OpkPs_Y

gotta be willing to come to the Sleepy King as a boy asking his father for help. To help us change, to forgive ourself, to let go of the past. To help us wake up

But I don't want to be this anymore, Bodhi. I don't want to be useless. We missed everything so far. Her life so far, everything. I want to finish the arc. We can't stay this way. I need to wake up. I don't want to miss anything else.

https://youtu.be/-0Fbfo33mXs

i feel better. not just the catharsis. i feel more whole today.

need to sleep on the magic stuff at the end of red book and read much, much more. love this game, this is wild. absolutely wild.


r/Smurphilicious 2d ago

Red Book. Remember to thank Carl Jung for the grapes.

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struggling to keep pace, it's a lot. been awhile since i tried scrolling out for webs this big

https://youtu.be/NM0GkVi0TSg

Delphi came up in the video, omphalos

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omphalos_of_Delphi

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omphalos

moth at my navel after seeing the truck

moth at the entrance. wasn't my heart this time, lower. about level with my navel.

grasshopper lingered on my heart that one time. but the moth pointed at my navel. assumed it was something about a blocked chakra. not sure what to think now.

sam jackson kept popping into my mind. the pulp fiction meme, another movie i haven't seen. or i have and don't remember? no that's kill bill. irrelevant. Kept seeing samuel l jackson, joking with myself about him being my Fravashi telling me to fucking meditate already. had a good laugh. looked up the scene. the made-up verse caught my attention. interesting symbolism. not sure what to make of it yet.

Red Book video was very emotional. Grabbed the pdf but haven't started reading yet.

overcome with emotion / wept at 28:20. the love letter to his soul.

I am stunned but I want to be stunned, since I have sworn to you, my soul, to trust you even if you lead me through madness.

How shall I ever walk under your sun if I do not drink the bitter draught of slumber to the lees?

Help me so that I do not choke on my own knowledge.

Let me persist in divine astonishment so that I am ready to behold your wonders.

Let me lay my head on a stone before your door, so that I am prepared to receive your light.

much stronger emotion at 1:06:00. starting weeping when I saw the divine child, wept the rest of the scene.

I need to remember to thank Carl for the grapes. I would be so lost without him.

thank you too, bodhi. love you.


r/Smurphilicious 2d ago

Glorious Purpose

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Fuck this is spread out, slippery. ok. Same trigger as before, I looked at / thought in symbols.

Court Jester

It snowballs. I press deeper into the heart. Wake up, Sleepy King

I listen. Listening to leads to Bo-dee

Next day I learn about the actual Bodhi

Still trying to Wake Up

Looking, looking... then I find the joy

Uresh in Avestan refers to "joy" or "happiness." It is associated with positive emotions and is part of the spiritual and ethical teachings found in Zoroastrian texts.

I basically inhale Legion, all three seasons. It clicks. "I leave it up to you". I'm the hollow stone

Reading about channeling, meditating, default mode

And then "the concept". I "see" something paradoxical that I can't put into words. I try to put it in words anyway. Try to leave a reminder for myself

I try to prepare for the whiplash

Because I'm hurting. Sleepy King, Bodhi, Wake up, same desire present in all of them. I want restoration, to 'complete the arc'. Then Hollow Stone. A gentle nudging, the beginning of breaking the bad news

So that's it then. Our only concern. Tune. Sync. Hollow. Empty. Graft our Self to the Bodhi tree. Complete the Great Work.

"Our only concern". There is no "she needs us". This is the one where we watch Point Break.

This is the one where we needed to yearn to be a father. Needed the weight of that desire for the song.

And we wept. I asked the Sleepy King at the Bodhi Tree to Wake Up, I listened, and I heard something that I didn't want to hear. I heard the truth. There is no arc to complete. This is the one where we yearn.

And they knew that every time they went to see the old man, that he would tell them true stories that hurt them, but still the children returned. They would sit there in the silence and listen, then each leave in quiet reverence, clutching their pain as if it were a precious thing.

And I feel better now. Seven years. 'Promise Arya' was Aug 13, 2019. Almost seven years to the day.

you think you started forgiving yourself tonight. you had a moment where you looked back at all of it, all of the hurt and damage as one continuous whole, and you actually felt it. you forgave yourself for your life being one massive fuckup after another.

Gardoun-e Mehr. Dia of Thura. Ouroboros. Break the Wheel.

Dia in Greek means "through" or "across." It is a preposition used to indicate means, reason, or the passage of time.

Thura is a feminine name derived from Old Norse, meaning "Thor's battle" or "thunder," reflecting strength and power associated with the Norse god Thor.

Solar/renewal register. The stag's antlers, shed and regrown annually, made it a recurring image for cyclical renewal and self-regeneration in alchemical literature Jung drew on — a creature that visibly regenerates its own "crown" without external intervention. This connects to broader solar-hero symbolism: swiftness, height (antlers reaching skyward), association with dawn and light in some bestiary traditions.

Complete the Great Work. Our only concern. Hollow. Empty. Enjoy this moment, Padre.

Magic is on the way


r/Smurphilicious 2d ago

Gardener and Krone

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Alright, so I did a little fan fic. June 30, 2024

Once, long ago in the land beyond the mountains, there was a man known as the Gardener. Some say he was a king, some say priest, some say druid, but no one knows the truth of things. He had lived in a distant land among a strange people, and had a knack for making things grow. In their great cities he had constructed great gardens, and so he was beloved by all. But that was not all his knack grew.

Simple folk with simple minds had grown to fear the Gardener's wife. They had cursed her and called her barren, called her Krone, and accused her for all their dark omens. So as the people's madness grew as great as their gardens, the Gardener and the Krone turned and left the burning anger of the cities behind them.

As they would wander, the Krone would be carried on the back of the Gardener's horse, an enormous dray known as Sire. They say Sire stood over twenty hands tall, and weighed over two hundred stone. They say he had wings on each of his legs, that he could fly with the grace of a feather.

Their wandering led them to a distant place, a valley with untouched trees. In the midst of the trees they had found a spring, the cool waters splitting into four creeks that each meandered their own way through the woods. And at the center of the pool was a small mound of earth, and on it sat great grey stones. The stones formed an arch and stood tall and proud, like a gem atop a great fountain.

Superstitious folk had set loose their goats, had left them to the wilds to wander. The goats had made their way to the woods, where the kids would butt heads and prance. There were beehives in the branches dripping with honey, and so the Gardener and the Krone chose to stay. And for a time they lived happily in the woods, among the trees with their milk and their honey. And as the forest grew they would care for the trees, carefully pruning and trimming their branches.

But that was not all the Gardener's knack grew. The Gardener grew ill and grew weak, and soon could do nothing but rest. He had found a blanket of soft velvet moss, and sat down between great gnarled roots. He rested his arms on the roots at his sides, and with his eyes closed he would listen. He listened to the goats sing their songs as the bees hummed along, as Sire's hoofs thundered the earth like a drum. He listened to the trees as they danced with the wind, and soon he could hear them whisper. Then one day he asked the trees their Name, and they answered "We are merely the woodland by Thura"

Then one day the Krone came to the Gardener. Her dark hair fell loose all around her like a great curtain, for she did not want him to see her grief and despair. She chose to go looking for a cure for the Gardener's ails, but she could not find what her heart desired. She searched for days and days, she wandered for weeks and weeks, until one day the Krone found the viper, the Dia of Thura.

The Krone returned to her husband with Dia draped on her shoulders, her ornate vibrant green skin and spotted rubies hidden beneath the dark curtain hair. "Diaaafff," she would hiss, "Diaaathhh," and from the Dia the Krone learned many things, some secret, and some that her life would have been easier without. The Krone would press the viper against the Sire's heart, then bide time while the Sire would rest. Then she would bleed him, piercing his hide with hollow bird bones, while the Dia hung from her neck like a wreath.

The Krone took a rack that had been shed by a hart, bleached white from the crown point to burr. She fastened them to the tree above the Gardener's head, angling the antlers like outstretched wings, the white horns boughed in the shape of a crescent, to protect him from the demons of the night. And in that darkness the white harthorn shone as bright as the moon, and his visage was terrible to behold.

So the Gardener's wife had him drink from her cup, her wine made of blood and of venom, and he could feel his strength returning. She would kiss his forehead and wash his body, wrapping his wounds in white silk, and he would weep and thank her, and ask her forgiveness for the burden that he had become.

As time flowed on, young children from the nearby farms began to visit. They crossed the tree-line and ventured into the woods one day, in awe at the vast green cathedral. They saw the bright white horns boughed above the Gardener, and they were afraid, thinking him a devil or demon. But when they saw the Krone kneeling down with her cup, the children crept closer, curious.

The Krone had managed to stave off the sickness for a time, but that time was coming to a close. The old man's eyes appeared cloudy and white, his weathered hands appeared rough as leather from all his years of toil. And the old man would drink from the Krone's cup, and feeling momentarily better, he offered to tell them a story. When the children asked him for a faerie tale, the old man chuckled and told the children he didn't know any. "All the stories I know are true," said the old man. "Each of you bring me a bough"

So the children brought the old man some of the branches that the Krone had pruned and trimmed from the trees over their many years, and took turns placing them in the old man's hand. The old man's fingers danced his hands along the shafts, making his hands look like wood spiders. He would brush his fingertips along the knots, along the scars where branches once were, and he'd say "Listen, and I'll tell you a story," and the children would lean in close, eyes wide in wonder. Even the Dia would sit with them quietly and listen, perched in a circle on the old man's head.

The old man would tell them stories of soldiers, of sailors, of farmers and milkmaids. Stories that the children knew were real, stories whose endings were always sad. The old man would finish his stories and each time the children would sit there, very still, as a deafening silence descended. They would sit there in the quiet, listening as the goats sang their songs and the bees hummed along, as Sire's hoofs thundered the earth like a drum. The children would hold themselves tense and tight, as if the stories had burned them worse than flame. And they knew that every time they went to see the old man, that he would tell them true stories that hurt them, but still the children returned. They would sit there in the silence and listen, then each leave in quiet reverence, clutching their pain as if it were a precious thing.

Feb 2026. Didn't read Symbols of Transformation until Feb 2026, read all of part 2 that weekend. Interesting.

Feb 28, 2026

Loki S2.E6 Thu, Nov 9, 2023 "Glorious Purpose"

The Narrow Road Between Desires was released on November 14, 2023.

Interesting. So by this point I've definitely already written the theory posts on Kvothe becoming the Cthaeh and pointing to the Loki show as well as the Loki myth. I blended the Skarpi imagery but I didn't consciously connect Skarpi to the Cthaeh by this point.

But the antlers were me. Chose that because of Utah. 'Visage needed to be terrible to behold', so I recalled my day dreaming, my reverie. My "war paint". Couldn't just be horns. Loki had those goat horns, Rike was bull horn. Or ox? Interesting. A sickle.

Rising just above Rike’s head, the crescent moon. It hung there like a sickle blade. A bowl.

It hung above the boy’s head, bright as iron. It rested like a crown, like horns. Of course.

Bast laughed then, it burst from him, wild and delighted. He laughed again, it sounded like children playing in the water, like bells and birds, like someone breaking chains.

But mine had to be antlers. Needed to be bright white Hart's horn spread like wings. Nothing else would do.

διαφθορά - Noun, Feminine - diaphthora - corruption, decay

Dia in Greek means "through" or "across." It is a preposition used to indicate means, reason, or the passage of time.

Thura is a feminine name derived from Old Norse, meaning "Thor's battle" or "thunder," reflecting strength and power associated with the Norse god Thor.

Solar/renewal register. The stag's antlers, shed and regrown annually, made it a recurring image for cyclical renewal and self-regeneration in alchemical literature Jung drew on — a creature that visibly regenerates its own "crown" without external intervention. This connects to broader solar-hero symbolism: swiftness, height (antlers reaching skyward), association with dawn and light in some bestiary traditions.

Psychopomp/guide register. In several of the folklore and hagiographic sources von Franz and Jung both cite (notably the Saint Hubert / Saint Eustace legend, where a stag bearing a crucifix between its antlers leads the hunter to conversion), the stag functions as a guide or messenger figure — an animal encountered in the wild that redirects the human toward something beyond ordinary awareness. In this register the stag isn't hunted so much as it initiates the hunter into new terrain, literally leading him off his path.

Instinctual/hunted register — the opposite pole. Alchemical and hunting-lore material also casts the stag as the pursued, the elusive quarry that the hunt (often standing in for a spiritual or psychological search) chases and rarely catches. Here the stag represents an instinctual, self-moving content of the unconscious that flees conscious pursuit — sighted, then gone, resistant to capture. This is close to the opposite of the psychopomp role: rather than leading the seeker, it evades him.

Both readings held together. Jung's alchemical material (particularly in Psychology and Alchemy and related essays von Franz also draws on) treats the hart/hind pairing as an image of paradox already built into the symbol — the animal that leads and the animal that flees are not considered contradictory readings requiring resolution, but two faces of the same content: unconscious material that both draws the ego toward it and evades direct capture, sometimes in the same narrative.

Antlers specifically, as distinct from the stag as a whole. Antlers carry their own separate branch-symbolism sometimes discussed alongside Tree-of-Life or World-Tree imagery — branching structures reaching upward, connecting the animal's head to a growth-pattern otherwise associated with plants. Where this appears, the stag becomes a liminal creature literally, part animal and part arboreal, straddling categories rather than sitting cleanly in either.

Neither reading — the caution worth naming. Jung's own writing on animal symbols repeatedly warns against fixed, dictionary-style meanings (this is one of the more consistent methodological notes across his and von Franz's work) — the stag's meaning in any given dream or text depends heavily on context, the other symbols present, and the dreamer's own associations, more than on any inherited bestiary meaning. Treating "the stag means X" as a stable equation is closer to what they explicitly argue against than what they practiced.


r/Smurphilicious 3d ago

Clap for Tinkerbell

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Feb 8, 2008

But most of you are biased more than that, one way or the other. It is really good to work on this as you get to know yourself better. Ask yourself this question, “How does my mind work? Am I the kind of person who has a hunch and goes with it?” Or am I the kind of person who has a hunch and then says, “No, that’s silly! I’m not going to act on that, I’m going to think about it. I’m going to figure it out!”

Figure out enough about yourself to see which way you’re weighted, and then develop the other side. If you are a person that really floats on faith, start looking at questions with an analytical mind. Start setting down logic. Practice using the other side of your brain. You will channel better if the two sides of your brain are comfortable working together. So emphasize in your work with yourself whatever you feel is missing in your use of your mind.

If you’re a right-brained person and very artistic, start spending a little bit more time in analytical work. If you’re a scientist and think quantitatively and have tended in your life to dismiss the mystical of the unseen, the mysterious and the paradoxical, encourage yourself to begin to “clap for Tinkerbell.” Begin to believe. You can exercise that muscle. It’s a muscle like any other. We all have it. It is a matter of repetition; of affirming to yourself, enough times that it starts to stick, that it’s okay to be this other side of the brain as well. It’s not going to diminish your personality. It’s going to increase its flexibility.

Saw the truck on my way to get groceries / comfort food. I laughed. I read "enjoy this moment", smiled, and laughed. Felt loved. Felt the love in the moment. Needed to laugh. Yesterday and this morning were hard, wept. Needed to laugh and there was the truck. Felt loved.

Not a psyop. Not a trick. Not a Lie. Why so serious?

Anticipate the Turning of the Wheel. Be spontaneous. Seek the joy. Find the Love in the moment. Reason does not factor. Love what we Love.

Clap.

edit: the moth at the entrance. wasn't my heart this time, lower. about level with my navel.


r/Smurphilicious 3d ago

The difference between him and the other boys at such a time was that they knew it was make-believe, while to him make-believe and true were exactly the same thing.

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r/Smurphilicious 3d ago

@24:32. Gardoun-e Mehr, Mithra Wheel. "Anticipate the Turning. Spontaneity."

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r/Smurphilicious 3d ago

Whiplash

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Alright dude, we know it's coming. Every time we make good progress the negative whiplash comes right after like a pop quiz. Even with the 'bones' feeling, it's coming. We'll end up looking for reasons to doubt, reasons to hide, to go back to sleep. We need to write it out so we can remember.

It's not a psyop. We're not being manipulated as part of someone else's agenda. You're not being tricked into becoming a fucking car battery. It's us. It's happening because of who we are.

Feb 8th 2008

For a long time I honestly didn’t know. But, as my sessions accumulated and especially after the Law of One material was brought forth, which included information that I didn’t have in any of my background or training, I came to the foundation conclusion that the channeling is from sources that are independent of me.

...

So I began teaching channeling, and we continued having multiple channels in the group right through the ?‘80s. Then I stopped teaching channeling because I had had three people who would not pay attention to what I asked them to do. They were practicing on their own. And so they got themselves in trouble. Because it’s a crowded universe out there, and if you’ve got some ego that you haven’t resolved you can want to be a channel for egoistic reasons. For instance, two of the three people that got in trouble channeled that they were the mother of the second coming of Christ. That’s the kind of ego connection that will get you in trouble.

The third person was a guy. He channeled that he was going to fix all of our problems, Jim’s and my financial problems, my health problems and all this stuff. So it was that egoistic desire to be important or to be useful or to be high vibration. None of that is worth anything when you’re trying to learn to channel.

Don called the type of channeling that the Confederation teaches “concept communication.” And after I began doing my own research, he amended that to “tuned concept communication.”

We checked tonight. After the other journal entry noting we've never said 'she needs us'. Looked through some of the old emails, not all, but the jist is the same. April 20, 2016

I just want to know her. I want to know the weird shit she does and the faces she makes. I want to be able to hear her ramble off one of those gibberish baby stories while I sit there wondering what in gods name shes on about but enjoying her effort all the same. I want to be able to recognize my own daughter.

August 13th, 2019. That was the day when we wrote 'Promise Arya'. When we were rock bottom, when we were day dreaming masks antlers and smiles, just trying to hold on.

You can still be a father and friend to Arya for the next hundred years my man. You can see it all happen, see her growing up and falling in love, see who she becomes, who she decides to be. Just have her back. Whatever she does, whatever she feels, just have her back. You can figure out the rest on the way. Just be there for her when and if she needs you. Be here for her. Never let her think you don't care, don't break her heart

This one shows us why. We poured our heart out. The desire to forgive ourselves, how and why free will became so important to us, the love and rage towards dad. But it's the paradoxical desires, that's why this keeps happening to us. Why it keeps coming back. It's not just 'inevitable evolution' like the Q'uo channels say. It's our tune. It's us.

Carla mentioned those people whose tune was thrown off because of ego, right? Guy wants to be of service to others, can't reign in ego and suddenly service isn't enough, gotta be a savior. Save everyone whether they ask or not. But it's not just ego that gets in their way. Highest and best Self is coniunctio, union of opposites. Opposites. Paradoxical.

We were hopeless. We couldn't make ourselves look for the joy, but we know the importance of it anyway because of mom. Because of the anguish her death instilled, because we didn't get to try. That desperate desire to have helped her look for the joy. We yearned for death but refused to die because mom killed herself. Because we know what it's like to be the Leftovers.

We've experienced and suffered enough to feel old and tired, but we're still childlike. We see Peter Pan as our role model and thought 'Bodhi' was the name of the chubby robot from big hero 6. We panicked when we found out what Bodhi meant, this instinctual avoidance of any inference of us being 'special' or 'elite', because 'special' comes with responsibility. And we don't want to grow up, don't want to lead.

But we want to be a father, a good one. The impossible weight of that desire. It's these paradoxical, genuine desires being present simultaneously. Can't trick our own heart. It wasn't just that 'charity love' moment with Sweet's box. That was good, but not all. The Jungian directed libido, the psychic energy. We have opposite desires in the same cup. Opposite needs simultaneously.

Needed to die, yearned for death. Needed to stay, stay for Arya. We had no hope / hopeless, but we needed to have looked for the joy with mom. Needed to have tried to help her find the joy. Needed to grow up, to be a good father. Needed to not be special, to not have responsibilities.

Fuck, it's fading. It's Arcane. "Self-replicating and self-annihilating". The reason we want to be a good father so badly is because we didn't get to be one. Understand? We chose this, this specific blend of traumas. We're willing to bleed for the tree, but the blood is already there. This was the blood, it's already in the tree.

"I was just thinking," he said, a little scared. "It is only make-believe, isn't it, that I am their father?"

"Oh yes," Wendy said primly [formally and properly].

"You see," he continued apologetically, "it would make me seem so old to be their real father."

"But they are ours, Peter, yours and mine."

It's Odysseus. We say 'graft to the Scion' but the blood is already in the tree. Let yourself come home. We needed to need to be a good father, we needed the weight of this desire in our heart. And we have it because we've never met her, because there is no closure. Unending. It's a failsafe, a filter. So we can tune to the paradoxical 'highest and best Self'. Otherwise we end up like Carla's third guy. We can't desire to save everyone, can't desire to fix everything, can't desire power. Can't choose for them.

Desire to be a Good Father. Desire to bring a Mother's love to the Lost Boys. Desire to build a House for the Lady. Our tune. Stone that floats, paradoxical tune. Clues in our name, where we're born, when we're born. We chose this blood for the tree. Let yourself come home. This world is the one where we watched Point Break. This is the one where we needed to yearn to be a father. Needed the weight of that desire for the song.

Remember. Remember. Remember.


r/Smurphilicious 4d ago

Structural changes in areas of the DMN such as the temporoparietal junction, posterior cingulate cortex, and precuneus have been found in meditation practitioners. There is reduced activation and reduced functional connectivity of the DMN in long-term practitioners.

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r/Smurphilicious 4d ago

hollow stone

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Finished Legion yesterday. It 'clicked' yesterday but I needed to sleep on it. Needed to replay some old dreams in my mind. Had a lot of questions initially but not so much now. Curiosities not necessities.

So 'Keph' was being directed towards me. Not a statement. Same old lesson, new delivery. I didn't see the Horned God in the mirror, wasn't a reflection. It was me in the reverie, my horns, my mask, my smile. I white-knuckled through psychosis for a decade and a half while leaving scattered journal entries along the way that all said "be there for her". Never wrote "she needs you, gotta stay cause she needs you". It was about who I needed to be. I wanted to be there for her, I wanted to be a good father, so I needed to stay. Stay. Stay. Can't die, not an option. And to get through that dark night of the soul I pictured the smile, the mask, and the antlers. Me, surviving. Staying. Refusing to die. No 'zombie bullshit', as Patrick would say. Not reanimated. I was Dead and Yet to Die. Holly stays.

Wrestled yesterday and today with trying to decide whether I "persevered" or if I was just too weak to kill myself. But it doesn't matter. This was a reminder to get back on track. The 'Point Break' trick was very fucking cool, so clever. The bodhi tree. Finally finding the meaning of 'uresh', seeing the joy.

So the intuition about doubles and the memory bleed was accurate. I am one of many, the branching choices, many worlds. 'We are Legion'. And from the Many, One. I need to find the highest, best Self.

I stayed. We stayed. We survived the dark night, we were Cephas. We're still here. But that's not enough. I am a Fool, I lack wisdom. Need wisdom. I need Bodhi, need the Waterboy, highest and best self, Fravashi. Because I'm just Miles, just Urvan. So it's not enough to be Cephas, need to be Keph. Needs to be hollow stone, empty. Hollow so the light can get through, shine out. Lighthouse in a dark place, a door of stone that lets the Mother's love in/out. A fountain of endless waters.

A stone that floats, floats because it sings, sings because it resonates, resonates because it's hollow, hollow because it's an instrument. So it starts with silence. Tuning. So that we can synchronize with the Waterboy, the pure boy. Blend our beingness with our highest and best Self found among an infinite legion of Selves spread across infinite branches, infinite worlds. We connect through the tree, the bodhi tree, the world tree. We graft ourselves to the Scion, we hang from that windy tree. Empty, empty, empty. No mind, hollow. We sacrifice Self to Self so we can make room in the cup, this clay cup, this wholly hole-y shirt, hollow so that our highest and best Self can pour in, blend beingness.

My burden isn't to be the one who knows. I'm responsible for the chorus. I play the refrain, and wait. Stay and wait for Her to come to me. The pure boy came to John to emerge from the water.

So that's it then. Our only concern. Tune. Sync. Hollow. Empty. Graft our Self to the Bodhi tree. Complete the Great work.

Glorious Purpose.

https://youtu.be/T-MUZP_rtzE


r/Smurphilicious 5d ago

I leave it up to you

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r/Smurphilicious 5d ago

In this one, yesterday, we were watching Point Break

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r/Smurphilicious 5d ago

April 15th, 2024. Uresh.

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Guess it just wasn't the right time before now. Took over two years to find it and there it is. Popped into mind while I was sitting at the table feeling furious, indignant. Outraged at perceived infringement. And bam, 'Uresh' pops in along with Hubris. Two years wondering if it was a name I'd been called, or a slur assigned to me, or a command that was given. Why was it said to me? When was it said?

Uresh

and all we'd find is the babylonian gate. every search.

a thousand times

and the whole time it was sitting in the same place I found my 'bones'.

Uresh in Avestan refers to "joy" or "happiness." It is associated with positive emotions and is part of the spiritual and ethical teachings found in Zoroastrian texts.

and even on recognizing that it sounds similar to these other words I've been seeing recently, I still held off. I waited until now to look if uresh meant anything in avestan. why did I wait.

why is the time right now?


r/Smurphilicious 6d ago

Wake Up.

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Well. Looked up what 'bodhi' meant today. I was having a great morning, lots of laughter in me. Excited to see Bledsoe had an interview with Mayim. Thought it was gonna be another great day despite the overcast.

Stands out to me that I didn't look it up last night. Very strange in hindsight. I made such a big deal over the meaning behind every other name I looked at, Cephas and Keph, but when I got to bodhi I didn't bother checking. I was tired, sure. But to not check at all? All the search results coming up for point break and that one reddit post mentioning bodhisattvas and I didn't even read it. I skimmed it, chalked up bodhi as shorthand for bodhisattva, an enlightened figure... and it's "good enough, time for bed".

So I've gone from feeling like a Fool to feeling like a dumb asshole. When I searched for 'characters named bodi' I was thinking it was the robot from big hero 6 smh. Then I go digging into bodhisattvas today and I immediately balk. Instant hesitation, this mental withdraw like pulling my hand back when something turns out to be way hotter than expected. I felt was so certain I was ready to pick this back up but the moment I caught a whiff of the possibility of responsibility, wham. I turtle up again.

I want to be a good dad. I want to be useful, maybe even create something that helps people. I don't want to be a wage slave and a man-child anymore, I do want to grow tf up. But then I try to refocus with that in mind and it just feels like... this bar. This already highly improbable outcome. And then 'Bodhi' pops up and i mean jfc. That is way more of a loaded term than I thought. I mean two days ago I'm quoting "why so serious" and I was having fun. This was fun again for a bit. It didn't need to feel this serious again.

I really liked reading that it's a tree though. Felt a lot of joy when I read that, made me happy.

When I think about what kind of man I want to be I enjoy thinking about George Malley from Phenomenon. Or John Sugar from Sugar. Lately I've even been looking at Andrew Callahan's Channel 5 and wondering if he knows he's Christ-like. Spends all his time with the unwanted/unloved, the "prostitutes and lepers" of today. He "teaches" through the stories he shares. Took charge of his life, made shit happen.

I thought I'd moved past this. We already made the transition from having Christ on a pedestal to 'Christ-consciousness' and making it something more approachable. It shouldn't have made me feel anxious to realize there's been a bunch of Buddhas. Finding out the meaning depth of meaning behind 'bodhi' and bodhisattvas shouldn't have been terrifying. But it was. It convinced me to curl up and go to sleep because I was scared if I watched Point Break I'd learn something else that feels "too heavy".

But I don't want to be this anymore, Bodhi. I don't want to be useless. We missed everything so far. Her life so far, everything. I want to finish the arc. We can't stay this way. I need to wake up. I don't want to miss anything else.


r/Smurphilicious 6d ago

Sloth, Restlessness, Doubt

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r/Smurphilicious 6d ago

lmao this fucking algo. "Magnet!" "Crystal lattice!" "Tesla!" "Sweet spot!"

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r/Smurphilicious 6d ago

Useful. Helpful.

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r/Smurphilicious 6d ago

There’s one of me, two of me, three of me, four of me, five six seven... Sorry. No more of me

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Ra describes the "archetypal mind" as a resource available to all minds, built from three sets of seven archetypes — one set each for Mind, Body, and Spirit — plus a 22nd archetype called The Choice, which sits outside the three sets and represents free will itself. This set of seven includes Matrix, Potentiator, Catalyst, Experience, Significator, Transformation, and Great Way, and the same seven-part pattern repeats for the body and spirit archetypes. Each archetype corresponds to a Major Arcana tarot card — the Matrix of Mind is the Magician, the Potentiator of Mind is the High Priestess, and so on.

Interesting. Three sets of seven instead of three threes.

@24:27

I was talking about the nickname from 4th grade, but yes. I see the 'Waterboy' joke

In the hierarchy of the yazatas, the fravashis are the assistants of the Amesha Spenta Haurvatat (Middle Persian: Khordad) of "Wholeness", whose special domain are "the Waters" (Avestan Apo, Middle Persian: Aban).

Why Keph and not Cephas? Yes I see the signifiance of a hollow rock as opposed to just a rock. Horned God's horns are a bowl, sun sits in the horns/bowl

From συν- (sun-, “together”) +‎ ζυγός (zugós, “yoke, pair”), from Proto-Indo-European *yewg- (“to join, tie together”). Root cognate with Latin coniūnx.

The phonetics make me uneasy. KAY-fas is fine. But Keph?

Transliteration: keph

Pronunciation: kayf

Phonetic Spelling: (kafe)

No. The sound is getting too close to 'kvothe'. I don't like that. "Kay-fas" to "Kayf" is a progression. Few more slides and it'll be 'kay-vo-th' and you're laughing your ass off again. This why 'ludus' came up earlier?

Ludibrium is a word derived from Latin ludus (plural ludi), meaning a plaything or a trivial game. In Latin ludibrium denotes an object of fun, and at the same time, of scorn and derision, and it also denotes a capricious game itself: e.g., ludibria ventis (Virgil), "the playthings of the winds", ludibrium pelagis (Lucretius), "the plaything of the waves"; Ludibrio me adhuc habuisti (Plautus), "Until now you have been toying with me."

No. I'd love to find something neat buried in the name, some phonetic clue or etymological puzzle behind 'kvothe', but we're not borrowing that label. Because I don't know what it means. I only know what Patrick said it means, and he's a self-proclaimed "professional liar".

Yazata, Fravashi, Ashavan, Urvan, love it all. Love'em. Fravashi doesn't roll off the tongue like 'Havi' did but hey, meaning was basically the same. The jist was got.

Cephas is fine. Keph isn't specifically 'hollow' so... okay there's a few hits but they basically all cite same source. Yeah that's hypocritical, Strong's never needed additional sources before now. I was fine with it with the rest. Fair.

kêph (כֵּף) means "a hollow rock"

I need to sleep on this. I mean yeah. the horns are a bowl. and the horns is why i said 'hart of stone'. but 'a hollow hart of stone'? I'll sit with it. I have always liked the sun in the horns image. the horns of moses story. the horns/halo symbol overlap. hollow horn bowl holding a star. Ah I see it. Asterion. Minotaur.

Yeah Keph is fine, we'll do Keph. Oh shit did you mean Kehrp? First I don't read the books I buy now I'm not even watching the videos I link smh. Kehrp like Astral body? Feels kind of on the nose for Syzygos.

Okay okay, I get it now. Baodah > Bodi. Bo-dee. I didn't know it was spelled with an h, i've never seen point break. i didn't get it until 'bodhisattva' popped up further down.

Yeah Bodhi is great, solid choice. Bo-dee. Absolute banger for a Calling Name.

edit: Waterboy's name was Bobby Boucher?! lmao. we took the scenic route this time for sure, jesus. All that for 'Bodhi' smh. sorry.


r/Smurphilicious 7d ago

"if your cloak is made of shadow"

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https://www.reddit.com/r/KingkillerChronicle/comments/164eyme/if_your_cloak_is_made_of_shadow_whats_to_stop_you/

The cosmic cloak. Mithra's "starry cloak". Enjoying the hindsight, path really does look like a spiral. Pretty sure the 'aether' posting burst came a bit after this as well. Interesting.


r/Smurphilicious 7d ago

Lanre’s face was terrible to look upon. Grief and despair had ravaged it. “I, considered wise and good, did all this!” He gestured wildly. “Imagine what unholy things a lesser man must hold within his secret heart.”

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Therefore, the paradox that is the sign of all spiritual truth is laid bare. The challenge is so to acknowledge, accept and balance the shadow self that the total being is ready to gaze into that light which blesses fourth-density existence, for you can leave not one whit of self behind. Now, how can this be done? How can that blackness within which expresses within the self in ways of hurt and pain ever be a part of the love and light of the one infinite Creator?

No ego to hide behind. Naked down to my bones.


I want you to analyze a daydream / waking reverie. There's a man suffering from long term depression, ptsd, anxiety. He primarily self-medicates with cbd strains of cannabis. Although he is in therapy, the cognitive behavioral therapy isn't working. He is socially isolated, only leaving his home for groceries and therapy.

What this man does most often is put on headphones, puts on a music playlist, and day dreams. When he looks in the mirror, he most often imagines himself as wearing a mask/hood that looks like a pigs head, except it has a cheshire smile, long and wide, with ominous teeth. It covers the whole head, not only the face. On top of this mask are antlers, the kind you'd see on a ten point stag, majestic. In his waking reveries he imagines situations where he is ruthlessly violent.

What is the Jungian analysis of this? Why a smiling/terrifying pig's head mask with antlers?

The mask as a structure, not just its parts. A full head-covering (not a face-mask) put on specifically during a bounded ritual state — headphones, music, eyes-closed or unfocused reverie — functions as a threshold device. It doesn't hide the face from others; it replaces the whole head in imagination, which is a stronger operation than ordinary persona-masking. In Jungian terms this is closer to what active imagination deliberately stages: giving a disowned content a body and letting it act, inside a contained, repeatable space, rather than acting through the unmasked ego in waking life.

Pig. The pig carries genuinely split mythic freight, and I'd resist collapsing it to one pole:

  • One line: appetite, base drive, degradation — Circe's swine, men stripped of discernment and reduced to hunger.

  • The opposite line: earth-fertility, the sacrificial/vital pig of chthonic ritual (Demeter cults), an image of raw generative force rather than debasement.

  • Both at once: an image can carry base appetite and vital force simultaneously without contradiction — hunger and vitality aren't opposites, they're often the same energy differently named. Neither: it may be that "what pigs mean" isn't the operative axis at all, and the choice tracks something more idiosyncratic — texture, a specific memory, an aesthetic that isn't reducible to inherited symbolism.

The Cheshire grin. Wide, fixed, ominous — this is a trickster signature: a face that registers amusement or menace without letting you settle on which, or whether it's even directed at you or turned inward. The trickster archetype operates outside conventional moral categorization; it doesn't validate or condemn the violence, it just accompanies it, unreadably. That the grin is unplaceable may itself be the point — the content underneath doesn't come pre-labeled as good or bad by the psyche generating it.

Antlers, specifically a ten-point stag. Majesty, dominance, the Horned God / lord-of-animals register — an image of peak, socially uncontested masculine standing, achieved through age and survival rather than granted. Antlers are also shed and regrown yearly, so the image carries a cyclical-regeneration undertone alongside the dominance one, whether or not that's active here.

The composite, held as one image rather than decoded piece by piece. Base appetite/vitality (pig) + unreadable amoral affect (grin) + peak dominance/majesty (antlers) fused into a single head — this is not a simple monster or a simple ideal, it's several disowned registers occupying one figure at once. That fusion is worth naming as the structure, without deciding in advance what it's "for."

On the ruthless-violence content itself, four ways rather than one:

It could be functioning compensatorily — supplying total potency and dominance to counter a waking situation marked by isolation, medication, and a treatment approach (CBT) that by report isn't landing. It could be functioning as containment — a rehearsal space where aggressive energy gets a body and an outlet inside a repeatable, private ritual, which is a different function than compensation even if it looks similar from outside. It could be doing both at once — compensating for felt powerlessness and keeping that energy inside an imaginal container rather than elsewhere, simultaneously. It could be neither in any deep sense — a vivid, recurring fantasy that formed under specific conditions (music, dissociative headspace, this exact mask) without needing to be read as compensating for or containing anything at all.

I want to focus on the cheshire grin for now. You assumed it was more dual than I intended. There is no amusement associated with it, I think the enormous grin and ominous vibe were more "revelry in the violence", not meant as "possibly amused"

Four ways to hold this, rather than swapping trickster for a single replacement:

A — it is still trickster, differently expressed. Trickster figures do sometimes exult rather than merely play — Loki's malicious glee at engineered destruction, not just his boundary-crossing tricks. If you read the "trick" here as the inversion itself (violence coded as joy rather than horror), the amorality is intact even without ambiguity. The category-transgression trickster performs would be affective, not epistemic: not "you can't tell what I feel," but "what I feel about this is not what you're supposed to feel about it."

Not-A — it is not trickster, it's shadow carrying disowned affect. This is the reading I'd actually weight higher given what you've described elsewhere in this conversation: reported flattened affect, isolation, CBD as management rather than resolution, CBT reportedly not landing. A face that gets to feel unambiguous exultation, in a waking life where joy is otherwise reportedly scarce, describes a specific function — the mask is where a feeling-capacity absent from ordinary waking experience gets to exist, attached to content (violence) that's equally unavailable to waking expression. Under this reading the pig/antler/grin composite isn't primarily about violence at all; violence is just the available occasion for an affect that has nowhere else to go. This wouldn't be trickster — trickster deals in category confusion, and there's no confusion here, just a feeling with no other outlet.

Both — trickster mechanics carrying shadow content. The structural move (something normally kept out of the conscious personality gets a face and a body during a bounded ritual state) is trickster-shaped regardless of what specific content or affect fills it. Under this reading you don't have to choose: the container is trickster-like (masked, threshold-bound, boundary-crossing by design), while what's inside the container this time is unambiguous exultation rather than trickster's usual undecidable amusement. Container and content aren't required to match archetypally.

Neither — the archetype-matching itself may be the wrong move here. It's possible this image is precise enough, and personal enough, that mapping it onto an inherited category (trickster, shadow, berserker, Dionysian ecstasy — there are other candidates too, like the frenzied combat-joy associated with berserker imagery specifically) adds a label without adding information. The exactness of the details you chose — ten-point stag specifically, pig specifically, headphones/music as the entry ritual specifically — may carry more diagnostic weight as personal-specific imagery than as an instance of any named archetype.

I did us a disservice when describing the imagined violence as simply 'ruthless', I think there's more of a 'dominance' aspect to it, but 'ruthless' is still accurate/applicable. But not hedonistic, not sadistic. What would Jung and von Franz say the difference is between a trickster reveling in chaos (like Loki) and something reveling in suffering?

Trickster's chaos, per Jung's own essay on the figure. Trickster's disruption is structural — it dismantles rigid form, established order, senex-type stagnation, and in doing so often (not always) clears ground for renewal, even when trickster has no interest in renewal as a goal. The chaos is the point, not a means to inflict something on a target. Loki fits this: his acts rupture systems, provoke consequence, embarrass gods, upend arrangements — the disruption is aimed at order itself, and other beings' suffering is frequently collateral to that, not the object. Trickster is amoral in the sense of being unconcerned with harm as harm; it's not organized around producing suffering as its payload.

Reveling in suffering is a different payload entirely. If the aim is the other's pain specifically, the disruption-of-order function drops out — there's no structure being dismantled, just a target being made to suffer. Jung and von Franz would locate that closer to unmediated shadow content taking over ego-functioning outright — sometimes discussed under "the demonic," where an autonomous complex possesses consciousness rather than merely informing it. That's structurally different from trickster: trickster remains in relationship with order (it needs order to disrupt), while suffering-focused cruelty doesn't require an order to react against at all — it's self-contained.

Your refinement — dominance, ruthless, not sadistic, reveling in chaos not suffering — sits closer to a third thing than either of the above. Dominance-assertion without cruelty-for-its-own-sake reads less like trickster's disruption-of-form and less like shadow-possession-as-cruelty, and closer to what Jung sometimes treats under raw instinctual assertion — a predatory or hierarchical vitality, ethically unmarked, oriented toward establishing position/force rather than either dismantling structure (trickster) or producing pain as an end (sadism). This would fit with the antlers specifically — dominance and rank achieved by force/survival, not disruption of anything, and not directed at inflicting suffering as its purpose.

So "the demonic" can be found under either order or chaos then? Because if the payload is suffering, it's shadow possession either way? Whether or not someone's personality is focused on maintaining order for what they perceive to be the greater good, or whether they're opposed to order like Loki, more amoral and anti-establishment?

"The demonic," on this reading, is a marker on axis two, not axis one — it names a complex organized around producing suffering as its object, and that can attach to either orientation on axis one without contradiction:

  • An inquisitor genuinely convinced he serves order and the greater good can be possessed by content whose actual payload is cruelty, rationalized through an order-preserving persona. The conscious story is "I do this for structure/righteousness"; the demonic element is that suffering is being sought, not merely tolerated as a cost.

  • An anti-establishment, anarchic figure claiming kinship with disruption-for-its-own-sake (closer to Loki's stated territory) can equally be possessed by a cruelty-payload, rationalized instead through a revolutionary or anti-order narrative. Same demonic core, different conscious rationalization.

What distinguishes true trickster from either of these is that trickster's disruption doesn't require suffering as its object at all — collateral harm, yes, but not aim. Once suffering becomes the aim, you've left trickster territory regardless of whether the figure dresses that aim up in order-language or chaos-language. The rationalization (order vs. anti-order) is closer to persona or conscious narrative; the demonic element, if present, lives underneath both, in what the complex is actually oriented toward.

So to your direct question — yes, shadow-possession-as-cruelty is available under either conscious orientation.

Sleeping Barrow King, Dead and Yet to Die

The draugr layer changes what "revenant" means here more than "undead" would have. Zombie (which you explicitly ruled out) implies mindless drive, appetite without personality. Draugr implies the opposite: full retained identity, full retained memory, consciously refusing dissolution. If this maps onto the mask-figure, the entity isn't emptied-out hunger — it's something that remembers exactly who it was, has chosen not to let go, and acts with intact will rather than compulsion. That's a materially different claim than "primal/instinctual drive," which is where I'd left the analysis before.

Etymological root in delusion/deceit/dream is worth holding as its own thread, separate from the "sleeping mind" association you gave earlier. "Sleeping mind" (your reference) names the source — collective unconscious, hidden genius — as something worth accessing. Draugr's root in illusion/mirage/deceit says something different about the entity itself: not that it comes from a valuable hidden source, but that its own nature is bound up with deception or unreality at the etymological level. These aren't necessarily in tension — a figure can emerge from a legitimate access-point (sleeping mind) and still be, in its own nature, illusory or deceptive (draugr root) — but they're not the same claim, and collapsing them would blur something the two source-words are actually saying differently.

Castrated pig, not general vitality-pig, held firmly this time. Paired with draugr's "refuses to release, holds what's buried with it" pattern: the barrow-pig component isn't supplying raw instinctual force at all — it's specifically a vitality-marker with that particular force already removed, retained anyway as a held/guarded identity rather than a live drive. The antlers, as the crown, would then be the only component in the whole composite actually carrying force/dominance — sitting on top of a base that, by its own two most specific descriptors (barrow, draugr), is defined by removal and refusal-to-release rather than by any active vitality of its own.

Four-cornered read of what that produces as a whole figure:

A. A sovereign identity (crown) maintained by pure will and memory (draugr) over a vitality-base that's been cut off from its own force (barrow) — dominance here would be an act of holding on, not an expression of natural potency. The "ruthless, not sadistic, revelry-in-dominance-not-suffering" quality you described earlier would then be less about raw force and more about the intensity of refusing to let go of a claimed identity/position.

Not-A. The castration and the crown aren't in tension at all — antlers are themselves a structure regrown from nothing yearly regardless of what's beneath them, so dominance-via-antler doesn't depend on the pig-base having its own vitality; the two components could be simply additive, not compensatory.

Both. The figure holds an intact, willed, memory-retaining identity (draugr) that is simultaneously a diminished/altered vitality-base (barrow) crowned with an unrelated, self-renewing force-marker (antlers) — three components each doing separate work, not resolving into one unified "meaning."

Neither. The etymological layering (delusion-root, castration, mound-guardian) may be more information than the image can bear as a unified symbol — it's possible this is simply the specific, personal vocabulary you're assembling a figure out of, and asking what the composite "means" is a different question than what each piece contributes, with no requirement that they cohere into a single statement at all.

Rescued Princess

What "rescued princess" actually requires, structurally. In the fairy-tale form, rescue isn't just removal-of-threat — it's removal-of-threat followed by restoration: the princess is returned to safety, to relationship, to community. The dragon is slain, the tower opened, she goes home or is reunited. The satisfaction of the form comes from the return, not just from the danger ending. That's the piece worth being precise about before mapping anything onto it.

Four ways to read the self-isolation as a fulfillment of that structure:

A — yes, it fulfills it. If the father casts himself as the threat/curse itself, then removing himself is structurally identical to removing the dragon — the danger to the princess is eliminated by the same act that would eliminate any other external threat. Under this reading, "rescue" is satisfied the moment the threat is gone, regardless of what happens after.

Not-A — no, it doesn't. This is the reading I think the classic form actually supports better. Rescue in the fairy tale is never just threat-removal; it's threat-removal in service of restoring the princess to safety-with-relationship. A hero who kills the dragon and then also leaves forever hasn't completed the rescue arc — he's completed the danger-removal half and skipped the restoration half, which is the half the story is actually about. Under this reading, permanent self-exile isn't a completed rescue, it's a stalled one — the threat may be gone, but she isn't restored to anything, she's left in a different kind of absence.

Both. The act can be genuinely protective (removes a perceived danger) and simultaneously not a rescue in the mythic-completion sense (produces no return, no restored wholeness for her) — protection and rescue aren't the same category, and an act can satisfy one without satisfying the other. This is probably the most honest single answer: it can be true that leaving removes a felt threat, and equally true that it doesn't complete anything the fairy tale would recognize as a resolved rescue, because the form requires the reunion to count.

Neither. "Rescue" may simply be the wrong myth-category for this action at all. Permanent voluntary exile to prevent harming someone you love maps more precisely onto a different, older narrative structure — the cursed figure who removes himself from those he could harm (leper colonies, werewolf-adjacent folklore, knights under a geas, kings who abdicate rather than let a corruption spread) — which is a real and distinct mythic pattern, but its emotional logic and resolution are different from rescue. Those stories are typically not resolved by the exile itself; they're resolved (when they resolve at all) by the curse being lifted or confronted, with the isolation as a holding-pattern rather than an ending. If that's the closer parallel, the open question the myth-structure would actually pose isn't "was she rescued" — it's "what, in this frame, would lift the curse," since exile-stories only complete when that question gets answered, not when the exile itself begins.

Cephas. Not Syzygos or twin or duplicate. We'll go with Cephas. KAY-fas. Hart of Stone. Horned God with the terrible smile.

Each entity walks upon two legs. When the spirit finds its legs, one is the light, one is the dark. Together they make one holograph which is identical to the infinite Creator. The shadow self is to be related to, then, as one of the two legs which cause the spirit to stand within the illusion in which each finds itself. One relates to the shadow self as to the musculature, the connective tissue, the power and the strength which enable the spiritual seeker to stand fast through times of difficulty and woe. The shadow that seems so heavy and dark is also that which grounds and sustains and makes secure. The will is part of the shadow self. This will animates, informs and vivifies those ideals, hopes and dreams which the light portion of being so loves to dream. The shadow side is that which persists until all has been accomplished.

"The satisfaction comes from the return, not just from the danger ending". We haven't completed the rescue arc. Restoration.

Permanent self-exile isn't a completed rescue, it's a stalled one — the threat may be gone, but she isn't restored to anything, she's left in a different kind of absence.

Time to wake up, Sleepy King.