Split the whole into two to engender polarities, spanda endures its course to fulfil its vocation, its call to manifest and to be manifested. Along the same thread, born on a different plane, emerging from the primordial androgynous chasm, each engendered side keeps its heavenly or earthly signature, paralleled – in the twin-fissured dimension – as a pro-tension, a gender advocacy to further differentiate. Having been the first signature gender-wise, the pivotal function of sex is ensuing. The vocatio attracting force generates and emanates form the fulfilled wor[l]d of consciousness, while a counterforce repels it. I am not me, I am you.
“u’r beautiful, show ur light: nûr upon nûr … do u like to play the game of life? ;-)” “beauty is the light that shines forth from within – i like playing my game with life because we are players.” “LOL, Gr8! ttyl.” “ok, i’m offline, bye bye.”
Thus begins the editorial of an academic journal. If you feel queasy about the phone text mysticism, these should be quelled by a professor of psychiatry from the Johns Hopkins University in the next article, expounding on psychedelic experiments with the coming Apocalypse and Mayan astrology:
About fifty minutes into the session, I started experiencing strong activation in the lower part of my body. My pelvis was vibrating as enormous amounts of energy were being released in ecstatic jolts. At one point, this streaming energy swept me along in an intoxicating frenzy into a whirling cosmic vortex of creation and destruction.
In the centre of this monstrous hurricane of primordial forces were four giant herculean figures performing what seemed to be the ultimate cosmic sabre dance. They had strong Mongolian features with protruding cheekbones, oblique eyes and clean-shaven heads decorated by large braided ponytails. Whirling around in a frantic dance craze, they were swinging large weapons that looked like scythes or L-shaped scimitars; all four of these combined formed a rapidly rotating swastika.
So, what’s special about this clearly unique…journal? Answer: it published one of global warming’s most influential papers in recent years.
Not only that, the paper was cited by the IPCC. Not only that, the paper became the basis for the IPCC report’s headline conclusions.
Surely, you must have heard on the news how academic assassins descended from the rooftops like a ton of bricks and shut down the journal, for daring to defile their science and smuggle stuff into the IPCC. Or not.
What happened was something else entirely. This is how one of the world’s foremost environmental pressure group Greenpeace got its material published. It allowed the author, a Greenpeace member, who incidentally was an IPCC author on the same chapter, to get his own paper cited.
It didn’t stop there. The authors ported the same material to a different journal, a slightly more respectable one that would balk at publishing dreams of energy-radiating pelvises, for duplicate publication. An offence that earns five-year author bans in some quarters.
Yes, this whole thing happened, and right under the noses of activists like Mark Lynas and the members of W.O.W.S.A (World Organization of Willie Soon Antagonists) who are otherwise busy sniffing for patterns and delivering horse heads to journal editors’ sleeping quarters.