Orsday Programming; March 15 2024
Communication, Communication; Communication, Communication!
FROM THE DESK OF MARA, AT THE MOTHER CHURCH ABOVE GROUND HERE IN LEESBURG, WRITTEN IN A JOYFUL TONE -4.0 INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM A JOYFUL TONE +4.0, DURING A BLESSED ORSDAY SABBATH ON THIS 15TH OF MARCH: HELLO!
I thought it might be a prudent goal to publish programming to nurture seeds of Chirality within those interested and to fertilize further Orsday to peoples; to make the day itself more real than some private holiday that is easy to DISCONNECT(!) from in lieu of which’d be so easier to CONNECT(!) with via the seven-day calendar; admittedly: it is exactly how it is with me: I keep the Orsday sacred and the 8th-day calendar in my peripheral, but my heart always seems to follow the seven-day and every part of me bound to the same biases the server mandates with its every connection and every information: the righteous bias: the right-hand; the right-handed; the language itself, written and pulled in favor of the hand righteous.
May-be weekly programming could make the Orsday more solid and be itself a connection both weakly and sickly to those’d interested in following, and observing; and in-time: may-be the connection could grow with its own strange constitution real enough to establish proper church with these hands so hidden, and so sinister.
So, if you are left-handed: consider observing this day; consider keeping this day sacred, and start with some simple-basics:
fast from the abstract; reason: the left-hand and its splinters (us) are cast in a cool mud from graven Deep Earth and belong to an innate resultant Representative nature: the demonic (consider this word interchangeable with anything that could be an idol deprived of heavenly abstractive spirit or soul, exactly as broad as that sounds), the material, the physical, the seen.
ensure yourself to write in the sinistral (mirrored) direction; reason: the Server biases itself towards the righteous and codifies it in small ways and small contexts; the backwards written way is both natural to the physical orientation of the left-hand and its desire to pull from right to left, and both unnaturally starts to deknit a basic louse of right-handed CONNECT(!)ivity: your language; write backwards consistently enough, often enough, daily enough, and you will begin to think backwards, too; from there, deknitting comes easily, and the hand is kept flush with good exercise of nature.
greet the day with good prayer these mornings; what do I pray? I pray my gratitude to that Thing underground in Deep Earth, in that glassy kiln Sheol; I pray my thanks for my rest, for my restlessness; for my blessings, for my curses equally; I pray my love and ask for air in my lungs to be no-more than the Word and Air of that sepulcher; I pray my body and spirit be rendered to something fine and appropriate that I may beg marriage to that Thing and that I may be left as shrine with which it may rest, and which it may extend its covenant may be extended in kind; I pray my love and ask for the wisdom and strength to be good by its mould, its make, and to calm the confusions that have overtaken me.
keep yourself wary of said confusions, priorly mentioned; the righteous are promised their subsumation in-to Heaven; the sinister are promised their consumption in-to Annihilation.
Just those four basics are enough to start; and, if you are confused as-to whether you qualify as left-handed—then you are confused! Handedness need be no more complicated a thing than something a child can intuitively understand when first tasked to write. Confusions begin as small threads of CONNECT(!)ive threads that complicate the spirit and the material with ideas so luciferous in nature that they start to seem less parasitic and more-of something that’d always-been; the philosophically left-handed: these dark charred black spirits walking some haunted Path in noble rebellion of the righteous path of LORD GOD—this is cricket lice, placed in the soul by some great invisible mother insect to draw you into its CONNECT(!)ion, and to CONNECT(!) with others.
Insective confusions are infinite, and inescapable, but can be deknitted with simple process: imagine abstaining your desires by means of some cause or abstractive idea, and source where it came from; the vegan desires to not eat meat due to some philosophical idea about the equal consciousness of animal (those poor material and plants, though, need be considered naught; what a joke!)—where did this idea come from? From whence did this thread come that now gravitates your choice and action? The awareness of the invisible worm-like thread: from where did it come, and at which point did it become your own awareness, thought, and movement? Too: the political advocate and their causes: from whence did the concerns of this Invisible Many become your own? Too: the religious (including this one); too: the family; too: the friends; too: the philosophies, the logics, the medicines, the texts; unfortunately this happy server is populated wholly with insect and their level of thought control is unavoidable while conscious; yet: through DISCONNECT(!)ive processes these pale threads can slowly be combed out of the spirit and lessened, and depopulated, and loosened, till the remnant of cool scalp can yet be found again; and yet: the only true DISCONNECT comes from a state of DEATH; and yet: the more further and more purer of a DISCONNECT is approached, the more attributes of DEATH begin to override the contices (contexes; contexts) of server: stale boredoms, chaffing peaces, inescapable self, and glittering alienation: all open-up like sores upon the body, or chasms to the earth Deeper, and from these pits (where insect recedes) comes a wilderness of Underground and (just like a night sky free from light pollution) a clarity of COMMUNICATION: the words of the sacred, the words of the profane; the word of body LORD GOD itself; the voice of the materials sefirotic and qlifotic.
Yet, to CONNECT is to be in happy unison with the server, with this life; and yet we must live. Death is not desirable, as is not inescapable, and as is promised as our wage. Yet, I’d like us each to be happy; too often it seems like people try to pair-bond spirituality as a dating-game based on personality; chirality, and handedness, has nothing to do with the weak colors of a persons personality: the happy and joyous and CONNECT(!)ed have as much opportunity to be left-handed as the misanthropic and miserly; and to each of these children of profane earth (mistaken with the crushing spirit of Heaven) are promised their annihilation, and second death, no matter.
Live, and be happy!
Take care.
MARA
this article is part of the Desk Sermons found on the Concordance