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Serpent and shield with the face of Athena, Catacombs of Kom El Shoqafa (Mound of Shards)
Archaeological site located in Alexandria, Egypt and is considered one of the Seven Wonders of the Middle Ages. Merges Greek, Roman and Egyptian iconography. Greek Agathodaimon (serpent) wearing the double crown of Egypt, holding a Greek thyrus (pinecone staff) and a winged spiral serpent staff.
“Something evident that we should always bear in mind is the fact that, since the mid-Twentieth century, the Left has been feeding off the myth of revolution and reform. It passes itself off as being against the system, when it _is_ the system. It passes itself off as being oppressed, when it oppresses… The reforms promoted by the Left are mock reforms: nothing is reformed and nothing solved; what exists is simply reinforced – particularly our present crisis.”
— Guillaume Faye, Archeofuturism: European Visions of the Post-Catastrophic Age

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“Something evident that we should always bear in mind is the fact that, since the mid-Twentieth century, the Left has been feeding off the myth of revolution and reform. It passes itself off as being against the system, when it _is_ the system. It passes itself off as being oppressed, when it oppresses… The reforms promoted by the Left are mock reforms: nothing is reformed and nothing solved; what exists is simply reinforced – particularly our present crisis.”
— Guillaume Faye, Archeofuturism: European Visions of the Post-Catastrophic Age
The Emblematic Hand of the Mysteries (in Antiquitas explanatione et schematibus illustrata) or hand of the philosophers. http://www.sacred-texts.com/eso/sta/sta18.htm http://www.rexresearch.com/hollhand/hollhand.htm http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sabazios http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernard_de_Montfaucon
“A temple is under construction on the outskirts of a town and a few laborers are busy cutting stones for it. A passerby stops to see what is being built. He goes to one of the laborers and asks, ”What are you doing?” The man was sad and serious, even looked angry with himself. Without raising his gaze to the visitor the laborer said, ”Don’t you see I am cutting stones?” The visitor moved to another laborer, and put the same question to him, ”What are you doing?” This man looked sad too, but was not angry. He put down his hammer and chisel, raised his eyes to the visitor, said glumly, ”I am earning my bread,” and resumed his work. The visitor moved to a third workman who was engaged in the same kind of work near the main gate of the temple. He was in a happy mood, singing. ”What are you doing, my friend?” the passerby asked of him too. And the man said in a very pleasant voice, ”I am constructing a temple.” And then he resumed his stone cutting and his singing. All three workmen are engaged in the same job, stone-cutting, but their attitude to work is quite different from one another. As far as the third workman is concerned he has turned work into a celebration; he can work and sing together.”
— Osho, Krishna: The Man & His Philosophy
“A temple is under construction on the outskirts of a town and a few laborers are busy cutting stones for it. A passerby stops to see what is being built. He goes to one of the laborers and asks, ”What are you doing?” The man was sad and serious, even looked angry with himself. Without raising his gaze to the visitor the laborer said, ”Don’t you see I am cutting stones?” The visitor moved to another laborer, and put the same question to him, ”What are you doing?” This man looked sad too, but was not angry. He put down his hammer and chisel, raised his eyes to the visitor, said glumly, ”I am earning my bread,” and resumed his work. The visitor moved to a third workman who was engaged in the same kind of work near the main gate of the temple. He was in a happy mood, singing. ”What are you doing, my friend?” the passerby asked of him too. And the man said in a very pleasant voice, ”I am constructing a temple.” And then he resumed his stone cutting and his singing. All three workmen are engaged in the same job, stone-cutting, but their attitude to work is quite different from one another. As far as the third workman is concerned he has turned work into a celebration; he can work and sing together.”
— Osho, Krishna: The Man & His Philosophy
“He who is doing his true will is assisted by the momentum of the universe.”
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[The Touch-Stone]
Nasiphra the philosopher had sought through many years and in many lands for the fabled touch-stone, which was said to reveal the true nature of all things. He had found all manner of stones, from the single boulders that have been carven into the pyramids of monarchs, to the tiny gems that are visible only through a magnifying-glass, but since none of them had effected any change or manifest alteration in the materials with which they were brought in contact, Nasiphra knew that they were not the thing he desired. But the real existence of a touch-stone had been affirmed by all the ancient writers and thinkers, and so, he was loath to abandon his quest, in spite of the appalling number of mineral substances which had been proven to lack the requisite qualities,
One day Nasiphra saw a large oval pebble lying in the gutter, and picked it up through force of habit, though he had no idea that it could be the touch-stone. Its color was an ordinary grey, and the form was no less commonplace than the color. But when Nasiphra took the pebble in his hand, he was startled out of his philosophic calm by the curious results: the fingers that held the pebble had suddenly become those of a skeleton, gleaming white and thin and fleshless in the sunlight; and Nasiphra knew by this token that he had found the touch-stone. He proceeded to make many tests of its add properties, all with truly singular results; it revealed to him the fact that his house was a mouldy sepulchre, that his library was a collection of worm eaten rubbish, that his friends were skeletons, mummies, jackdaws and hyenas, that his wife was a cheap and meretricious trull, that the city in which he lived was an ant-heat, and the world itself a gulf of shadow and emptiness. In truth there was no limit to the disconserting and terrible disclosures that were made by this ordinary-looking pebble. So after a time, Nasiphra threw it away, preferring to share with other men the common illusions, the friendly and benign mirages that made our existence possible.
Clark Ashton Smith - December 18, 1929
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“Since all motives at bottom are selfish and ignoble, we may judge acts and qualities only by their effects. Pessimism produces kindness. The disillusioned philosopher is even more tolerant than the priggish bourgeois idealist with his sentimental and extravagant notions of human dignity and destiny.” — Lovecraft
Orphics used to believe that the Wind seduced Nyx and she gave birth to a silver egg inside Darkness. From this Cosmic Egg Phanes emerged, whose other name is Eros, and he put the levers of the Universe in motion. He was both male and female, his wings were gold, and he possessed four animal like heads, combining in one nature the characters of the bull, the lion, the ram and the snake. He lived inside a vast cave, inside the unconscious mind before he came to understand the expansion of himself. Phanes created the land, the sky and the planets but he wasn’t the ruler of the Universe, Nyx was until she gave her power to Uranus. Phanes in his egg, holding a long staff with his left and a thunderbolt with his right surrounded by the zodiac signs. Modena, Italy.

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Pale umbra of ALL that glows alone, Bringing warmth to shadow, Hermit stowaway, disc of the moon, On the edge of malnourishment, Climbs down to greener settlements; Followed by oxygen-death, Claiming difficult paths are residual, No matter where you go, Or WHAT you are …
Death before chances of revolution, Taking to the streets in a dream, Conflict of illusion & reality, Before the dream can die or fade, Thawing tides of Poseidon, Winter’s back pressing away, Now that it’s fled underground, Strayed from emblematic rites, Wasted majesty …
With no other reason to go there, Transfusion of misfit spores, Growers in dark as worlds burn, Blind servant to gloaming stars, Sorcerers of Pylos, Reduced to chimeras in the rain, Numbers outgrown, solitarily, Ashes withdrawn in desolation, Finally burning OUT.
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