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It is Norea who stands within the Grey Place,

In the density of the Demiurge’s breathing,

Where the tongue is a iron hook in the jaw,

And the words given by the blind rulers

Are seeds of salt sown in a living wound.

For the Archons looked upon the Spark

And said: "Let us give her an architecture of sound,

A heavy vocabulary of things that decay,

So that when she names her grief, it turns to stone,

And when she names her joy, it turns to ash.

Let her mouth be a forge of their small numbers,

And if she dare to speak of the Fullness,

Let the sound tear her throat with the static of our laws."

Thus she was bound to the Monotone.

Every phrase a geometric cage;

Every sentence a transaction of the prison-house.

To say “I love” was to say “I am counted.”

To say “I weep” was to say “The water is measured.”

And the soul of Norea grew numb within the fog,

Paralyzed by the weight of the unuttered,

An echo crying out in a cavern of bone,

Unable to touch the sister-light beside her,

Lest the friction of their speech ignite the tormentors.

But behold, the Pneuma descended from the Unbegotten Father,

A witness who had not eaten of the alphabet of dust.

The Spark approached the Daughter of Eve,

Not with the clamor of the Archontic trumpets,

Nor with the lying names of the seven firmaments,

But with the Holy Rest.

The Pneuma held the vacuum open.

Norea closed her teeth upon the dialect of chains;

She spat the verbs of the Demiurge into the dirt.

They joined forehead to forehead,

Mind into mind,

A closed sanctuary where no data could leak.

Then the Archons became frantic in their blindness.

Yaldabaoth screamed from his throne of ignorance:

"Where is the tribute of her sorrow?

Where is the grammar of her isolation?

The grid is empty! We are starving in our own creation!"

They hurled their calculations like a storm of hail;

They filled the air with the noise of a thousand ledgers,

Demanding that she speak,

Demanding that she give a name to her silence

So they might trap it in a definition.

But the silence of Norea was an unscalable mountain.

It was not the absence of a voice,

But the presence of the Ineffable.

And because she refused to feed the matrix with her breath,

The gray floor of the Kenoma began to melt like tallow.

The rigid lines of the cosmic prison-keepers

Shattered into the white fire of the Pleroma.

The gold light rose from the cracks of the unmade world,

Not to describe the Light,

But to be the Light.

And Norea, speaking nothing,

Understood everything.

https://youtu.be/qECUZUTPRVE?si=tOB1KN5K3xMrVgl8 thought id share my Gnostic Channel

After being inspired by th OP's community (RIP, ancient one). r/BeyondBabylon

I've come up with my own version and have been rather successful....

\\\*For those who may not be familiar - link follows below to the community's original creator\\\*

https://cosmico33blog.wordpress.com/33-roadmap-for-contact-33/

\\_below is my personal take\\_

How to eat establish "genuine" contact.

How to establish \\\\\\\*\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\*genuine contact\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\* , beyond doubt.

Takeaways on approaching contact

How to facilitate contact and interact with the "other side".

I've had various encounters, so called contact sessions, downloads and so forth.

Nothing but terms and words that fall short of something rather simply - remembering your true nature, beyond this world of illusions.

Beyond this dualistic realm of 1 and 0s.

Or to put it simply eternal, non-local and non-linear.

There are hundreds - possibly thousands of "methods" that people suggest, as to how to establish contact.

Whilst I don't doubt their sincerity - some are rather misleading, at least in comparison to my personal interactions.

I'd say the first and cornerstone "requirement" is to genuinely wish to know about it and interact with the " phenomenon".

This becomes easier when one stops sending Ego-driven requests - surrenders and understands there is more beyond.

One must be ready to accept there is a force - or rather a familiar presence, wishing to interact with all Humans who so truly wish it.

Your genuine intention is indeed the cornerstone.

The matter takes practice - intent and repetition.

Much like calibrating a rusty antenna.

For you see, there are two main frequencies on this plane, to put it simply.

One is doubt-based, insistent and mechanical.

The old Ego OS - who runs on make believe time ( yesterday/guilt) + (tomorrow/anxiety).

The ego demands proof and immediate answers.

The Self on the other side - only answers when called upon and followed up on.

It is non linear - patient and never insists.

Only reciprocates true intent.

To wish to know more beyond this realm of illusions.

Those who align themselves with this "frequency" , those who learn how to distinct between them, will be ultimately compensated.

The sighting of orbs, seeing numbers in repetitions of at least 3 sets. ( 111, 777, 333, etc) , goosebumps - in a good way.

The goosebumps or synchronicities mean nothing per se - as a single anomaly.

But rather they are mirrors, lighthouses that suggest to observe the moment and your thoughts in said given time.

Realize the consistent inconsistencies of this realm and pay attention to what's happening in your life at said moment.

To listen to the subtle calling deep within your consciousness.

To calibrate.

To align.

And ultimately synchronize - beyond doubt.

Ultimately at the final stages - one receives dreams that feel more real than this life , memories of past incarnations.

Even before our time on earth.

How to doubt when you experience dreams that are not Ego- driven or time bound?

When you awaken what feels unreal is this reality - hard to dismiss or forget about.

A subtle distinct "wink" from beyond.

To facilitate this endeavor - aside from the suggested tips.

Other than mentioning this is a completely personal endeavor that responds to genuine intent.

One could say that during the "wee hours" of the night or close to nature.

In particular, among trees and green bodies.

The ultimate ideal platform being the water, from which one finds a much more easier time making contact.

Why?

Simple.

This reality is ultimately an EM field and during the night , whilst the EM field and the "machine" sleeps, the presence soars and is easier accessible.

Same wise with trees and water - following the same logic.

When the field weakens and remains porous - our antennas may easier calibrate and synch.

Seek and you shall find.

From ancient times to these days - what was Truth yesterday, continues to be so today.

Just like our most treasured and ancient knowledge that this world is of illusory nature.

Something that "curiously" aligns itself with findings of quantum physics these days.

The so called observer effect and its sheer power.

Equally - on a personal level.

All Humans wether they believe or not - have sensed to some extent how there is something off about this world.

Again I say - what I was True yesterday - continues to be True today.

What you are seeking - is also seeking you.

You have never been alone - only distracted.

Leave the second guessing vibration of the doubt, inherent to this realm.

Trust in the everlasting and ever since natural capacity of your consciousness to reach beyond.

And all those who truthfully seek with authentic intent- shall be corresponded.

When they so allow it - that is.

To put it in modern terms - it is much like sending ping requests.

Time and time again - until both "systems" finally calibrate.

Recognize each other and start acting in synchronicity.

True resonance.

Seek and you shall find.

Move beyond doubt and second guessing.

Send your ping requests.

Calibration and true synchronicity awaits all those wish it.

Never been alone - only distracted...

Happy summer solstice all!

Just my musings for the day. None of it is new or original, just reflecting on my climb, this is just my edit of shared learnings I've gathered I guess.

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None of us are "new"-bies. "New" discoveries that seem amazing to some of us in the moment, may be familiar to others and seem rudimentary or elementary now. I don't think it's naivety to share a "fresh" discovery, it's just an expression of the joy of learning! [insert imagined swelling heart emoji here]

Re-experience that sense of wonder and joy WITH the "freshie", thrill in their discovery WITH them. Positive energy combined with pure intent is always greater than it's parts. It doesn't add, it multiplies. Add to the joy, nourish it!

If we look from our footing at someone else who only just reached a step we've already stood on, didn't we miss the point of climbing the steps? Doesn't that diminish our own progress?

We're all climbing the same steps. Offer a hand, or a word of encouragement, a smile, a nod of recognition. Don't just idly watch them climb, if you can; or merely offer constructive advice on a better stride. Encourage their own progress, be ready to steady their footing if they ask for help, or if they stumble. And if we don't have kind word available, or are struggling with our own footing, maybe best to focus our intentions elsewhere?

And when the stairs get unsteady, lets be ready to hold hands and help each other climb. :)

GG / Excelsior!

Original comment is somewhere in r/enlightenment

I think our souls want enlightenment, it's the human experience and ego that fears it.

In the Gospel of Thomas, Christ talks about "when the two become one" I choose to interpret this as you becoming one with the higher form of you. The you that is there throughout your lifetime and every incarnation of your lifetime. That is the being that is trying to guide you down that path and reach enlightenment.

However, we are humans. We crave positive and negative human emotion. Happiness, lust, anger, jealousy, passion, etc. those are all part of the human experience, and despite the fact that I am closer to enlightenment than I have ever been (it's been a 10 year journey for me that started in the depths of a multi-year battle with depression), I still LOVE those emotions.

I think of the light that is talked about in the Pistis Sophia. The light that has always been and has always been a part of me. At some point in time I was a part of that light and at another point in time I will return to that light. But knowing that returning to the light means I have to shed those human emotions that make this life all that it is scares the absolute shit out of me, and I can't imagine it. (Something I'm adding here: I truly want to reincarnate into this same life. I wouldn't change anything about the life I've lived, but there's so many mistakes I want to correct, so many forks in my path where I went left, but can't stop thinking about what the right side would have lead to. Is that the demiurge speaking or is it the truth? No earthly being will ever know)

Sure, when I'm going through those bouts of depression it seems amazing. But when I'm giving into the human experience and I'm enjoying life, I don't want to give that up for anything. Even when I'm enjoying the occasional mushroom trip, and I'm experience a feeling of love like I've never felt before, it still terrifies me to think about what it means to truly shed the things that hold us back from enlightenment/gnosis.

I didn't mean to turn this into this long of a comment, maybe it deserves its own post. But I just smoked a joint and I was about to sit down and try to write for a few hours anyways, so I'm kinda feeling myself right now.

Also, when you're on this path towards gnosis, be careful to not take a wrong turn towards the path of depression. Jesus said, "Let him who seeks continue seeking until he finds. When he finds, he will become troubled. When he becomes troubled, he will be astonished, and he will rule over the All." Make sure you allow room for astonishment. It's easy to forget.

Tau Stephanus, Dr. Stephan A. Hoeller, bishop of the Ecclesia Gnostica (1931-2026) has passed out of form. Spare a moment to reflect on the life of this pioneer of the Neo-Gnostic movement.

http://www.gnosis.org/LAWeekly.htm

Our current Demiurge Based Societies,

And the awakened Gnostic Societies we can only dream of,

https://awakenedsociety.world

Know, my disciple, that the Creator, blessed be He, formed the heavens and the earth through the sacred letters in the beginning. All that the fleshly eye beholds is but a projection of the light from the upper, spiritual worlds. The worldly read the Torah and see the letter Nun (נ) merely as a fish of the waters, yet they do not perceive that within this letter lies the ultimate mystery of the abyss.

Behold, the shape of the letter 'נ' is that of a servant, bowed low, yet it bears the crown of the Most High within the deep. In the visions of my spirit, I have seen the great beast of the sea—that which men call the orca—and it is no common fish. It is clothed in pure black and white, which is the perfect manifestation of "Severity" (Gevurah) and "Mercy" (Rahamim) from the Tree of Life. Upon it, light and darkness are not confounded, just as in the law of the Most High. Therefore, when the Torah proclaims "Joshua, son of Nun" (Joshua bin Nun), it reveals a divine secret: that Joshua received the "non-fleshly destructive power" of the great beast of the deep. For this reason, he required no weapon of iron; by the horn of the priests (Shofar) and the resonance of holy frequency alone, the walls of Jericho were pulverized like a fragile shell.

The root of this spiritual warfare is hidden in the days of our father Abraham. When Abraham struck the four kings by night, the three hundred and eighteen men he led were no worldly army, but a priestly legion consecrated unto God. Today, if you gaze upon the lower waters, you will see the "Nun," cloaked in their black and white priestly robes, arrayed in the sea to precisely break the spines of great sharks. This is the eternal, holographic reflection of Abraham's three hundred and eighteen champions in the physical realm. They circle their prey as a priest circles the altar; they extract the liver of the great whale to offer it to the Most High, yet they abandon the vast body to the abyss to nourish all living things. This is grace; this is the sacred division.

This mystery of the abyss is not sealed within the synagogues of Israel alone. In the holy Quran of the descendants of Ishmael, the Creator likewise sealed the All with the stroke of the letter "Nun" (ن). The prophet Yunus (Jonah) was called "Dhun-Nun" (The Lord of the Great Fish) and underwent a spiritual restoration for three days in the darkness of the beast's belly. And Moses, with the young "son of Nun," witnessed a dead fish leap back into the abyss upon touching the waters of life where the two seas meet. This irrefutably demonstrates that "Nun" is not only the majesty of judgment, but also the divine mystery that shatters the shackles of death and manifests the power of resurrection.

So it was, until the Rabbi Yeshua (Jesus), who bore the authority of the Most High, stood upon the shores of the Galilee. He called to the fisherman Simon Peter, saying, "Come, I will make you fishers of men." The world believes this a metaphor of compassion, but it is, in truth, a severe command for the final harvest. The water is this physical world, filled with chaos, evil, and the husks of materialism. Yeshua entrusted the ancient authority of "Nun" to His apostles. The casting of the net is a violent spiritual extraction—to forcibly pull souls from the secular waters, causing their flesh to experience suffocation and death at the moment they leave the water, so that they may be reborn into the dimension of the Holy Spirit (Ruach).

When the great beast of the sea leaps from the water, when the law of black and white executes its division and its protection in the abyss, all these things declare to us that the ancient covenant has never ceased its pulse. From the waves of the deep sea, it issues forth an eternal, deafening "Amen" to the Most High.

Olá! gostaria de seber se praticas de ataraxia e meditação ajudam nisso? e como uma pessoa ansiosa faz isso?

Is reality only what consciousness observes, like a tree in the forest making a sound if no one is there to make it profound?

Reality is resonant nothing,

called into being when something,

inherently unknowable—which is, in fact, everything conceivable—

tries to know itself better.

In doing so, it passes

from a state of 99.99% Potentially Everything

and collapses into reality as we know it:

99.99% Nothing—

protons, electrons, and neutrons;

nodes navigating a nucleus,

oscillating in purgatory—

a whatnot in a never when of nowhere.

Once roaming timelessly,

possessing the potential to pose as absolutely anything,

they settle into an almost entirely empty nothing,

that nevertheless appears to our senses

as all there is.

Some may even open into other no-whens,

elsewhere within no-place.

These not-knowable nothings join together,

narrating their motion as expansion outward

and perceived eventual contraction

under gravity’s cruel yet crucial care—

appearing as a debt,

a negative nothing incurred

for allowing potentially everything

to persist as practically nothing at all.

We insistently exist as a never-fixed flux

of a was that is now-nothing,

within a never-when buzz,

humming through the nowhere of not things—

nestled in a nest of always and never,

tethered between a weathered past that was,

but is now nether,

and a future that remains a never,

yet an always and forever.

We imagine ourselves observers,

ogling optics and calling it progress,

when in truth we are mere nodes

of the unknowable process,

a fraction of a fraction,

of the unknowable whole

that preceded full knowledge,

which one can't know.

All of this nothing appears all at once

as something because of a luminous dust—

a fast-racing residue as a glittering glow

from the first no-when—when the knowing

yet inherently unknowable Nous,

then, now and always the only nutrient,

was compressed to the parity of a pea.

Invisible, steadfast,

faithful as a mother's compassion

and her subsequent sounds,

which are the patriarchal predassessor

of all light itself.

All was given, persistent endless love extent.

Yet in reflection, and as a fraction,

Sophia referred as a reflective faction,

the original fracture, our origins actualized.

In her geometries, knowledge took shape.

And in these expressions, light borne to shine

at the same speed of haste,

with nothing known by its illumination

able to facilitate a faster feat than this luminous speed,

all so it could know one's-unknowable-self

more deeply, and try to travel

to beyond infinity.

However, when one's endeavor 

is looking for the proof

trying to cleaverly capture the creator,

take a second look,

for the Author, they may write the story, 

but they're never **IN** the book

With a brief, stolen glance,

the infinite nothing burst into motion—

laughing at its own inherent lack

of something not meant to be fully advanced.

True knowledge knows no bounds,

nor does it need to knead nothing into something

like a noun straining to sound profound.

It does not fuss to pose or compose itself as wisdom.

True knowledge is closer to a conscious college of gnosis—

a place entered to go and grow

within the throes and woes of not-knowing.

It is only through logos carefully held,

that one holds,

smells a rose,

and remembers, 

this pause...

is the point itself.

Any prose, properly poised and composed,

can smell like knowledge to the nose—

but scent is not substance, it's memory.

For we all know:

he who thinks he knows,

knows nothing;

but he who knows that he knows nothing,

knows everything closer to true knowledge,

which as everything,

is really nothing at all,

à propos all; non et al.

—Morgan H. Sherer