Call of the Unknown

A Creative Visualisation

A cure for writers block, inability to focus on a task at hand. To open your mind by breaking down the walls created by anxiety and life in general.

That’s why I have compiled a list of visualisations and meditations (begin to visualise as you continue reading and allow your thoughts to stray in any direction, and therefore seek the weaknesses in the wall blocking you) this little visualisation is not meant to be anything ‘religious’ or meant to reach a so-called ‘higher-state’ …it’s little something I’ve written to help you reawaken a bit of creativity, And I hope it helps you along when you try to write, but just don’t feel up to it ( it’s a good visualisation if you want to kind of ‘reset’  and calm yourself…it’s a refresher.)

Without further ado:

“Creativity comes when we are Shaken from our rigid mindset”-TheChimera

The purpose of this meditation is to relax and subdue the chaotic interior into clarity, without taming your impulses, become the eye of the storm which around rages a hurricane of creativity. Be a catalyst to which all things are drawn .like static in the air before that storm, the smell of rain on the wind, alighting the senses to an almost predatory alertness, you shake with a mixture of fear and exhilaration as the cacophony of thunder draws near on the horizon.

The light flashes in a shadow of ominous clouds, Triggering recollection of something you thought lost. Awe.

Briefly you see an image outlined by the light in the sky and you know immediately that your being watched… you stand in the open, naked, alone and vulnerable. When the rain comes, you welcome it wholeheartedly …something draws near

Padding on silent feet …The unknown circles you as its prey…, you feel its eyes on you , digging into you so intently that you cannot help but feel an almost, juvenile violation…It weighs your worth, Disregarding your now fragmented self-image.

Hushed by its Authority. You hold your breath...and wait

 It’s Cold-calculating  intelligence, measuring your every feature…the low rumble of Its voice whispers secret knowledge, it offers understanding. It offers Clarity.

At a price,

 You must survive its trials, and its assessment of your ability to wield its gift.

Are the  rewards greater than the risks?…the risk of being forever irrevocably marred by what you will see?

 The clarity is there, just beyond your reach, like a flicker of something moving in a dark room…just at the tip of your fingers, at your peripheral vision… The Unknown draws closer, so close, you can smell it. It smells mercurial and alien, like empty space. The Scent of its presence overwhelming you, drawing you in like a fly…You will be its student…You can hear its voice…closer now…A voice like crackling flames, with a hint of a hiss, like rising steam. Its presence is overpowering, staring you down. Daring you, to take up the challenge. You stand at a crossroads.

Apprehension building inside of you, an overflowing well, bursting. The Unknown shakes your very conscious, Its voice rises to a roar, Like the heating core of a volcano, you can feel its presence emanating toward you, pressing you closer to the edge of the cliff. Images of your dashed and broken and body flash into your mind…What if you fall?! And the prey that you are, gasps for familiarity and comfort struggling against the All-ambient presence of the Unknown, it scoffs at your cowardice. You are only its prey, its humble student,

   For now…

It casts your Illusions of safety aside, With an electric Nova The Unknown edges you closer. One final blast sending you over. It lets loose a psionic scream that echoes inside your scull, reverberating throughout your nerves and synapses, driving you over the edge of your wit.

You plummet.

Crashing through layers of an ethereal, planar world.

The sound of its voice rages above your panic. And you turn to its faceless Embrace

Reach outward, upward towards an infinite space… a space so unimaginably vast it dwarfs you into irrelevance…a space so infinite, that it becomes an intimidating, imposing nothing… it’s the elegant mechanism of stars… where time slips by, drop by drop and a fury of ages dances a dance of creation and destruction, within an endless cycle

…The heavens open, and the trickle of rain becomes a downpour that comes crashing down… Drink It in greedily…hungry for more of the Unknown, Fill yourself… be Reborn, sated…The Tide rises…you cannot control it, rising as the water pulls you, wrenching you away from the shore, from everything you know… forming into a cosmic tidal-wave towering above you, casting a menacing shadow over you, blocking the sun…threatening to  consume…as everything you know comes crashing around you in a torrential land-slide.

 You cannot escape its omnipotence, your fear of its immensity will never subside, The Unknown will always be a lurking shapeless figure… It is an unearthly hunter, and you its  finite prey…You are merely a momentary tool of Its devices…for such is befitting you. The Unknown knows no alliegance.

Until it decides to toy with you again…like a rat scurrying frantically, gripped with terror through a maze that it could never hope to comprehend. 

It will break, just to build. It will re-mould you in its limitless, indescribable, indecipherable, shapeless shape.

But just for now…it allows you a glimpse, a parting gift.

It is creativity, it is genius in the womb…you will conceive it. It will be your tulpa, your thoughtform and you will be its genitor.

(See the ‘Aspects of Chimera’: chapters-for a continuation of this lesson.)

TheChimera

Literary musing on Dante’ Alighieri’s infernal dream and the hint of evil that inspired it.

(Read at your own discretion)

Let the cymbals sing, sing above the cacophony, let it reach out above the clouds in its defiance, let it roar out above the cry of the tormented, sing the song of ancient truths, once so familiar in its tune, a melody recalled off by heart, let its echo rattle the stars from their spheres and come crashing down in a rain of fire and hail. Shaking the oh-so sturdy foundations of your security, an illusion you create ... Let it bring about your inherent understanding of some unknown incomprehensible force that once you knew so well, a childish fear that you now scoff at, a truth unblemished by your ‘adult’ reasoning, the fear of the thing going bump in the night…, a terror that knew no limit, boundless in its authority.

Hell

And those that dwell within             

The legion that is many

Those that are known by no name other than their own forsaking

Let the curtains rise

The applause ring out for…

Canto Finale’

(First encounter of the thirteenth kind)

(Forgive me if I get off track, my mind has a mind of its own and that one a mind of its own, like the opposing reflections of two mirrors coinciding with each other and reflecting back on one another. Two parallel spaces , and they tend to argue a lot.)

And ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad. ~Aldous Huxley

The space around you darkens; the air thickening with an intangible corruption… a sickness hangs there, like a veil that announces the presence of something other

The very antithesis of humanity

The unknown circling like a flock of vultures feasting on turgid flesh in varying stages of putrefaction…a presence rank with revulsion, piling the disembowelled corpses…fed on the sin of man.

 A dark decadence…

Modern man has foolishly tried to understand the incomprehensible…to put into human, mundane terms ‘that which is’ beyond description.

The result is a half-cocked fetish-isation of darkness, evil, of death and unimaginable horror that should scare the crap out of you…, grasping nothing but frail straws to comfort yourself, crafting a vision of beauty bestialized and beast beatified. You’re a fool to think they care.

Hell is not to be fucked with. That’s why you follow your primal almost animalistic impulse to flee to the safety of your bedcovers whenever faced with true terror.

Take but a glimpse and your lost…without even getting your foot in the door. Your own humanity grants you no access to their realm, the kingdom of forsaken creation.

Forsaken a little lower than those angels. Suspended in limbo. Forever in shame, without reprieve. The absence of all hope and all your foolish security that held together the scraps of mortality in life. Evil smears it in the excrement of mockery. Denying you clarity with every step it takes towards its ever –present domineering.

A place where your body is broken beyond all possibility, in an infinite cycle , the torment of knives , and cold steel biting the flesh to spill all that you where before, amidst stinking sulphur. In the dust.

There is no solace here. And you will find none.

Evil is not a mindless thing. It is cunning and intelligent. It is beyond you, and well aware of this fact.

The only weapon you have is the free-will not to choose it. But even that can be sub-diverted by masquerading as light…but when all those illusions are stripped away, it’s found as a terrible truth concealed as a beautiful lie. Time to face the infernal music.

It seeks to dominate mind and will. Hell is alive with this , the very embodiment of damnation.

    To be continued…

 

Friendship

Kindly requested by a friend , you know who you are :P

The question is, Why?

Why seek out the companionship of others when, at times solitude is much more convenient, and less demanding of our time?

Yet some choose the path of the recluse and others seem to mingle, unbridled by inhibition, as a pack animal would. Instinct drives us, to seek out the acknowledgement of others of our kind.

Friendship, true friendship,( and the seeking thereof) is fundamentally an issue of individual moral fibre.

This brings me to my next point.

The maintenance of friendships, hell, ANY relationship is no doubt  an exhaustive and draining process, that continues to wear on your nerves for the duration of the relationship.( and if this doesn’t sound like any of your friendships, then your one lucky duck.) No relationship is ideal, and if it is, you’re either fooling yourself or it’s simply not real. But it all comes down to the worth we place on ourselves and each other, the VALUE that the individual presents to you.

Some disregard friendship as nothing but an aesthetic accessory, a trophy that reflects their own selfish personal image. Kind of like saying “hey!...look what I can get”. These treat others merely as an extension of themselves, having no meaning outside of this function of being their friend. But this is an extreme case.

On the other end of the spectrum of extremes, there are those who endeavour to empathise with others to an extent where it becomes their all-consuming passion, these are the loyal dogs. They seem to be able to read your mind, because they relate to you in every possible aspect.                           

We have the in-betweeners of course, they tend to lean more to complacence rather than out rightly defying either extreme, they are the epitome of indifference. In simpler terms: they just don’t give a damn.                                                               

Indifference is a pestilence; it is the rival of all that is action and ambition. It is a lack of choosing anything definite. Here is where the danger lies within relationships (friendship in this case) it is not familiarity, but indifference that breeds contempt, a trait often seen among those with a dependant/co-dependant personality type. Familiarity, along with patience (A LOT of it) breeds understanding.  

It is up to the individual to decide whether or not companionship is worth the effort of going the mile.         

Keep in mind that the reaction of others depends partly on the action you take toward them. The pattern of anyone’s fate is only partly contrived by the individual. But within that small slither of possibility, it is up to you to decide what to make of it in the end. Are you going to dismiss others coldly as nothing but passing scenery?...Are you going to frustrate the efforts of others by falling into indifference …Could you see reality through their eyes in an effort to understand your fellow man?… Could some small part of you be devoted to something other than yourself?

With all my love

TheChimera

Aspects of Chimera- the many-shaped

Awaken your individual aspects so that you may reach a higher function of each.

Like a many-faceted jewel cut by the skilful hand of The Creator. You are the exquisite product of His design, and you contain many aspects.

Disclaimer: I will not overstep my boundaries by trying to convert you to MY beliefs; I will not impose my will on you. Your search for the truth is your own. My goal is merely to encourage it, to give you a gentle nudge out the door. My purpose is to bring you out of your comfort zone.

Aspect of   Fire

(my letter to you)

‘I want my trials, because the pain, the fight, the silence leading up to the storm, where I beat against gale-force winds and an impossible tide, makes me feel alive. Pain is the oil that fuels the fire of my drive for life.’

Fire purifies like no other element can. It changes ore into gold, like an alchemical miracle. You may pass through fire and wild depths until you reach a place of quiet in your soul, a place of solace and peace in your mind…but not before that friction consumes you, the undeniable truth that you were not as strong as you thought you were…as hard as it may be to swallow at the time.

But this…these trials will become the source of your new strength. The sharpness of steel can only truly be tested in the heat of the forge.

 ‘Have you ever stood very close to a fire? So close that you can feel its heat scorching away the moisture on the surface of your skin, until you are forced to back away from the beating heat. The moment you pull away from the fire, you are cold…and seek its trials once more.’

This will be a true strength, a kinetic force, a drive for things, a force that that pushes every conceivable weakness aside with its devastating but comforting heat.

‘Paradoxical though it may be, only that man is at rest who attains it through conflict. This peace, born of conflict, is not like the deadly hush preceding the tempest, but the serene and pure-aired quiet that follows it.’-anon.

‘Shall I refuse to drink the cup of sorrow which my father has given me to drink?’- jhn18:11

Because it is only after your trials and tests, do you understand, only then can you truly grasp the worth of peace. Fire fills you with a drive  for life, to exist fully… To consume  every second of your time on this earth with an almost desperate hunger- A fire that knows that it is mortal.

 With sincerity

Me :)

Email me with any details and requests you have for articles…I also write professionally , a freelance student as well…so let me know If you have some work that I could do for you.

mail me at

ninaesterroux@gmail.com

look forward to hearing from you all

kind regards

Madness suspended in time......
the month is coming to a close...it sure was fun but we are gonna have choose a new topic for the upcoming month...no more MI related topics...(unless by reqeust ofcourse...and the ocaisional rant...maybe)...but come now guys..this blog isnt all about me...Let me know what topics YOU would like for the next months...and i'll brew something up

Forgive me if I start to sound rational...Its just me trying to give form to my thoughts into sense ...so that you can understand them.-theChimera

Its not the destination that matters, but the journey

Just like it is with insanity,it's not the severity thereof

But how fast you get there-TheChimera

My favourite quotes on madness

(if it makes sense to you too then were two peas in a pod..fresh green ..crunchy peas)

No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness. ~ Aristotle

The great proof of madness is the disproportion of one's designs to one's means. ~ Napoleon Bonaparte

Show me a sane man, and I will cure him for you. ~Carl Jung

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't. ~Polonius, Shakespeare's Hamlet

For a while the reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securly on a fairy's wing. ~The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitxgerald

And ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad. ~Aldous Huxley

Isn't sanity just a one-trick pony anyway? I mean, all you get is that one trick--rational thinking--but when you're good and crazy, well, the sky's the limit! ~The Tick

The toughest time...in anyone's life...is when you have to kill a loved one just because they're the devil. ~Emo Phillips

We are all agreed that your theory is crazy. The question which divides us is whether it is crazy enough to have a chance of being correct. My own feeling is that it is not crazy enough. ~Niels Bohr

You say 'Sit down, you're rocking the boat!'; I say 'Are you afraid of getting wet?' ~niebert

                                                                                       

Another quote on Insanity by-Pirsig 1991

"Insanity on the other hand is an intellectual pattern. It may have biological causes but it has no physical or biological reality. No scientific instrument can be produced in court to show who is insane and who is sane. There's nothing about insanity that conforms to any scientific law of the universe. The scientific laws of the universe are invented by sanity. There's no way by which sanity, using the instruments of its own creation, can measure that which is outside of itself and its creations. Insanity isn't an "object" of observation. It's an alteration of observation itself. There is no such thing as a "disease" of patterns of intellect. There's only heresy. And that's what insanity really is."

Silent rage

by TheChimera-  thats me :)

Disenchanted with this life

stale

stagnant

Blank slate

complacent frustration like the wrathful of Styx

bubbling beneath the surface

insatiable hunger to rage

met halfway with your indifference

your selfish indifference

prodding at my paper-thin patience

my cries for action are met by a disregarding shrug from your shoulders

a mockery of my efforts to breathe beneath the weight of this

my stuttering breath

struggling to contain this

clenching fists

exhale

...I’ve left this off for far too long

Rage against you, with every step

My inconceivable silent rage against you

It is only whispered on the corners of my lips,

a grimace

but

In my heart it is a Terrible maelstrom

rage against you, silent rage against you.

mirrored only in the flash in my eyes

Errare Est Humanum

Aspects of Chimera- the many-shaped

Awaken your individual aspects so that you may reach a higher function of each.

Like a many-faceted jewel cut by the skillfull hand of The Creator. You are the exquisite product of His design, and you contain many aspects.

Disclaimer: I will not overstep my boundaries by trying to convert you to MY beliefs; I will not impose my will on you. Your search for the truth is your own. My goal is merely to encourage it, to give you a gentle nudge out the door. My purpose is to bring you out of your comfort zone.

Aspect of Balance

You see it every day, wherever you go; People accentuate the parts of themselves that they perceive to be more acceptable to the outside

Blowing it out of proportion, to mask the parts they don’t like or find unpalatable…Living a lie will eventually cause you to believe it yourself, accepting a facade in certainty will cause you to become a perfection-obsessed insincere shell of a person that will cease to grow in character.

Obsessing over your qualities and hiding your faults however, will not save you from the truth. Not to mention you will be nurturing imbalance in character in the process.

I don’t deny that aesthetics are a necessary part of a healthy everyday life, Art for example is beautiful to the eye, but meant to awaken depth and provoke thought on a less superficial level

Such a shame that our world has taken this overboard to where beauty is taken to ludicrous extremes and losing its inherent message in the process. Beauty is no longer treated subjectively as it should be.

The global mind-set has become phony. It’s all about whose seen where and wearing what, talking this or that egotistical crap about themselves. They become empty and over time, perfect the art of saying nothing in a thousand words, your words reflect who you are, sometimes we speak the wrong words when we are influenced by the wrong things, and always regret projecting the wrong impression. We are all victims at our own hands, subject to our folly. Break free, and the only way to do this is to face the music, so to speak.

Stop trying to accommodate the world and its narcissistic views by becoming like it. Let the world see your flaws in all honesty, let them form their own opinions based on the truth, and you will find yourself gradually surrounded by less and less lies.

Find balance within your life by prioritising the things that do matter , and break contact with the things and people that don’t. to be balanced you cannot be fragmented  into pieces of what you are and things you think you should be, Face yourself as a whole without making unnecessary impressions that you will have to take back later; because they turned out to be untruthful. After all if you always lie to yourself about who you are, how could you ever expect to be honest to others?

Build a foundation of truth on where to lay your identity.

As dealt with in the previous chapter ‘Illusions’, I will have supplied you with some of the necessary tools to accomplish this with. Get rid of unnecessary clutter from your life, it’s simple but effective.

Identity is to some, a mind-set, and it is this mind-set you project  to the outside, when you project falsely… you become a magnet for the wrong things and people. If you find yourself caught in a bad habit, you CAN change… But growth is stunted by our own stubbornness and the rigidity of our ways.

Be become our thoughts. Our thoughts direct our every action. Take control of the wheel. With BOTH hands.

I leave you with this to think about…

The only ‘spinning out of control’ that you should be doing… is in the flight of freedom.

( see ‘aspects of Chimera ‘)-for the continuation of this lesson

Next chapter

                     Aspect of Fire

Aspects of Chimera- the many-shaped

Awaken your individual aspects so that you may reach a higher function of each.

Like a many-faceted jewel cut by the skillfull hand of The Creator. You are the exquisite product of His design, and you contain many aspects.

Disclaimer: I will not overstep my boundaries by trying to convert you to MY beliefs; I will not impose my will on you. Your search for the truth is your own. My goal is merely to encourage it, to give you a gentle nudge out the door. My purpose is to bring you out of your comfort zone.

The Aspect of Illusion

(An objective look at your ‘smoke and mirrors’)

“There are many false truths we grope at in the dark, but none can be grasped when a true light shines in its stead, for falsity has no substance”-TheChimera

Illusions here riddles there…dispel the illusions you have of yourself, others and your surroundings. Illusions are an obstacle to clarity.

Write Down all your beliefs you have about yourself…that’s right, all of them.(when you’re done, move on to the next section)

Now review them.

Ask yourself why you believe this and how this belief came to be. Scrutinise yourself (this same tactic is used when someone tries to become lucid in a dream…you ask yourself “How did I get here?” when you cannot remember...it’s a sign that your dreaming, but that’s a topic for another day and another post)

Push Your Pride Aside, it is a nuisance.

This is the quickest way to humble yourself, it allows you to see yourself through different eyes…It magnifies your flaws. This is a necessary process.

Ask yourself what gives you the right, to be right?

Nothing, it’s an ego thing.

Keep in mind that your perspective on the world is exactly that,  It’s YOUR perspective .not necessarily the right one, and others may not always agree with you.

Accept this, and be open to possibilities. With possibilities come opportunities and each come with their own unique strain of learning…

Pride clouds our judgement. With the elimination of selfish pride, comes clarity.

I’m a Bitch

I hate the world today
You’re so good to me, I know
But I can change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe I’m an angel underneath
In a sentence sweet

Yesterday I cried
Must have been to see the softer side
I can understand how you’d be so confused
I don’t envie you
I’m a little bit of everything
All rolled into one

I’m a bitch I’m a lover
I’m a child I’m a mother
I’m a sinner I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell I’m your dream
I’m nothin’ in between
You know, you wouldn’t want it any other way

So take me as I am
This may mean, you’ll have to be a stronger man
Jused to shooter, when I start to make you nervous
And I’m going to extreme’s
Tomorrow I will change and today won’t mean a thing

I’m a bitch I’m a lover
I’m a child I’m a mother
I’m a sinner I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell I’m your dream
I’m nothin’ in between
You know, you wouldn’t want it any other way

Just when you think
You got me
Figure out the seasons all ready changin’
I think it’s cool, you do what you do
And don’t try to sing this

I’m a bitch I’m a lover
I’m a child I’m a mother
I’m a sinner I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell I’m your dream
I’m nothin’ in between
You know, you wouldn’t want it any other way

I’m a bitch, I’m tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you're hurt
When you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb
I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way