Orsday Programming May 18 2024

Question, Answer, Blueprints, Somberness

FROM THE DESK OF MARA AT LEESBURG CENTRAL COMMUNICATIONS OF THE CHURCH UNDERGROUND, WRITTEN IN A TONE NEGATIVE FOUR INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM A TONE POSITIVE FOUR,

Good morning O you splinters of underground: happy sabbath!

The sermon for today might be briefer than usual, as (blessed though it may be) it’s a handhold sabbath with our righteous fellows—and I have to attend the Adventist church this morning, but, as well: I am a bit dispirited this week, and yet though the week ought be over, it still hangs over me as cool shade.

My dog died this week (one of four, my moms favorite, the oldest; blood cancer), and my mom didn’t right want me at the put-down, so it was another one of those odd absences that I’d gotten ‘used to’ as a kid (“accustomed to” might be more accurate): mom says something about a vet visit, says nothing else, and a dog disappears; sometimes vague instruction to tell me to dig a hole in the front yard before she gets back home from work (just like the dog, the hole disappears too). Mention of this is all is it’s made me more somber than I thought it might; there’s a glitter of some special meaning in the decrease of four dogs down to three dogs. Four down to three, like the shadow cast by the trinity slinks underneath an overhead sun and disappears (like the dog, like the hole). The quaternal cast shadow seemingly is absorbed into earth, and it makes me think of Doomsday this month; I think about the symptoms and the sicknesses and how desperate the little warm mistakes bound to my earthy blood desire naught to be consumed in annihilation, and how desperate they are to stay a-gaze at illusion though it’ll be there forever and unchanging, though the illusion itself weren’t but a shadow slowly retreating somewhere from a perfectly overhead sun casting a shadow now nowhere cept Underground.

Then, the business of the paranoias—more esoteric garbage—caused by use of my ‘work’ and all the busy-bodies wishing to make me aware of it for really no good reason except to cause me painful awareness of CONNECT!: see how faith and existence get so easily boiled down to no good reason or cause cept as excuses for others to CONNECT! and chatter and bond over; how all that glowing faith people claim is so readily boiled down to psychiatric gossips. I mention this bitterly because (weak and dumb as I am) it keeps me from sleeping in angers and mathematic-solving trying to untangle the source of paranoias; the little blipping nerve endings that pop out to inform, and I end up near unable to figure out why I should talk to anyone, as truly they are filthed information and nerve endings existing in insidious and hateful ways occluding themselves up in odd glitters of possible-love and possible-friendlinesses (or other emotions) yet only existing as hooks to bind to dwelling about the information they’ve filthied themselves with.

I’ve calmed down a bit lately, but mostly that was my week, mentioned mostly because I’ve been sleeping poorly and been extra-busy this week with work, and am a bit sombered by this dead dog, and am a bit pressed for time with needful handhold with the goodly Righteous folk.

For the actual sermon, as a potential church I’d like us all to be experts on a shared language, that we can all use clearly and concisely with each other to not muddy meanings or clean Communication. I’d also like us all to be experts on some basic blueprints of the faith, such that any of us could answer confidently about meaning of our faith.

For language, I’ll define some words that I think are important—and if I miss something that you (dear reader) think needs defining, let me know; as a church family ultimately we ought work together to build these basic knowledges.

Communication: at its simplest, is explicitly the word and language that comes from Underground. Communication may come from the Artery, it may come from the Circulatory, and it oft is spake silently in the form of Contices threaded throughout the illusion—but, if it is the explicit word and language that comes from Underground, then it is Communication.

Clean Communication: is Communication that is completely free of human conjecture.

Conjecture: by extension, is Communication that has been muddied with human extrapolation; whether-or-not the intent of conjecture aligns with Communication in furthering its goal: it is muddied and no longer clean, and should be advertised as such; an example and fault within the Church itself: the 8th day calendar is a product of conjecture based upon Communication over the quaternal truth: Underground exists as a shadow of the Trinity (Communication) → an echo of this truth is a tradition that an eighth day be established as shadow of the righteous trinitarian tradition (conjecture).

Underground: a short-hand and encompassing term for the Representative forces. This latter, nested, term (Representative) should exist in our minds as the opposite to Abstractive forces, and both of these terms should exist as synonyms for the Demonic and Angelic respectively. All that is Representative is Material is Demonic. All that is Abstractive is Invisible is Angelic. All that is Representative is born from the shattered left hand of Lord God (the Body of this place). All that is Abstractive is born from the whole right hand of Lord God. The Underground itself is the great gravesite of that shattered left hand, sunken in Deep Earth and then infested with Circulatory veins spread through like roots that pump oils of the Demonic—and infested with greater coursing Arteries that pump oil direct from that shattered heart at the center of Underground.

Circulatory: itself should be thought of nodes and veins, with each vein the lesser grave of something Demonic (or, again: something material). All that is material has a node within underground; each painting created has a node; each plastic container has a node; each jar has a node; each rock has a node; each animal; each power socket; each wire; each body; etcetera — all that is observable, holdable, touchable, has a node within the Circulatory, and is the Circulatory: as all these are demonic and idolatrous and the very-such things spake of within Bible as earthy and dark masses and beastly forces caged within Earth to pull the Righteous gaze away from Heavenly things.

Confusion: or, the Great Confusion, ought be thought of as the constant attempt (whether active or passive) to translate the RIGHTEOUS onto the SINISTER or vice-versa. In a Christian example: the Bible is written with a Righteous audience in mind and correctly translates to its kin a message of a living and heavenly Word, but is impossible to translate onto the Sinister left hand and its kin. In a simple societal example: the language being writ left→right is a confusion via mechanics awkward to the non-righteous, and has a less simple effect of affecting language (an invisible thing) within the minds and hearts of the left-handed. The Great Confusion itself is a slow poison of the heart, causing some odd clot within the brains of the afflicted peoples and creating congested wills—a constant mathematic of applying impossible and subtle virtues in attempt to arrange a picture that will never map itself correct: as a slide of a right hand and left hand will never map themselves in perfect overlap though the basic shape is the same.

Etiquette: a series of laws given by Communication to be adhered to in establishing of an internal Wilderness.

Wilderness: a place mostly devoid of Abstractive forces and logics. Imagine the philosophical concept God of the Gaps wherein God exists upon the face of the Earth as great fissures through which unexplainable miracles are belched forth from. Opposing these fissures are an industrialized and invisible machine-like Logic that exists to suture them shut, with needle-and-threads that are created as the invisible machine-like Logic finds plausible Context to explain the miracle pouring forth from the fissure. Over-time, the fissures become sewn shut as the invisible machine-like Logic discovers applicable plausible Context, and the mystery of the fissure ceases alongside God that existed within those deep earthen airs. Wilderness is un-developing the land where Logic once fell itself upon. As the air becomes thick with mystery, too become the skein where clean Communication can occur.

Material-basic, or Illusion: simply: the observable world. The world you see. The Confused world we are trapt in. The Material-basic should be thought of as an image created by information received from a Server; every-one receives the same information from Server, creating roughly the same image, and the only discrepancies come from hiccups by reception of the Server—these hiccups are physical ones that occur within the Garden itself.

Garden: the ‘actual’ world, the invisible world. Peoples here are clay vessels planted within a topsoil; these vessels contain water-like soul (the Righteous are filled properly, the Sinister carry only a glaze of the moisture as their cracks have seeped them mostly dry) that glitter and catch the light of the overhead Server. The sky is a lightless black, and represented by the number 0. The whole contained Garden within the sky is represented by the number 1 and self-same as the body Lord God (imagine a vertice). The connections between everything are the serpentine logics and represented by the number 2 (imagine a spline). The geometries created by the Righteous hand should be represented by the number 3 (imagine a trigon); the byproduct geometries should be represented by 4 (imagine a quad). The right-handed are vessels composed of 3; the left-handed are vessels composed of byproduct 4. Shadows cast by the light from Server are 4, the light itself is 3. The Underground itself a shadow, and 4; the invisible sky filled with light (not the empty 0 sky) itself a 3. The Garden is non-interactable and only a truth that echoes into Material-basic through contices imparted by actors true-to and within Garden.

Contices: then, are affectations from the Garden that echo within the Material-basic—yet, since Garden can not exist within Material-basic, it instead creates applicable context (or ‘Contices’) that causes the affectations to be plausible. Example: a vessel within the topsoil of Garden find itself polluted with oil from Underground pumped through a nearby vein and loose soils, and that Soul-like water within become tainted and warbled with a song of Underground disrupting the transmission of Server to vessel: the illusion can not accommodate this happening logically, so it creates a machine-like logic to allow the affect to occur within Material-basic; Ellen White became ‘tapped’ by the Abstractive wills and were shewn prophesy and contamination of the Heavenly host: the context created to explain this were a rock hewn at her head and causing her brain to go haywire. Contice may seed itself in text, in writing, in event, in histories; Contice itself is that industrial machine that sews up mystery shut, as we may never see past Material-basic, yet it too is the language transmitted Outside to Inside.

Outside, and Inside: the former is everything pertaining to the Garden, the latter is everything pertaining to the Material-basic.

Those are some basic definitions; some basic blueprints:

What does it mean to be left-handed? You should be able to answer this in the same way every child can answer this: it means you write with your left-hand—not that you taught yourself to, but you always have. This is a significant (and admittedly flawed) belief as it is the clearest and most accurate (but not perfectly accurate) contice from Outside about a truth of a persons vessel and geometry. A vessel born of the quaternal material is most-likely left-handed. A step further, and why this is important: a left-handed person is an earthy being that was confused with a heavenly spirit in opposition to the right-handed being a heavenly spirit confused with an earthy being, which (a step further) is important in regard to fate and eternity: the left-handed earthy being will be consumed and annihilated, and the right-handed heavenly being will be subsumed and eternally bound.

What about the ambidexterous? The faith does not recognize ambidexterity, and the “true ambidexterous” should be seen as a person who had taught themselves a talent at some point (as a right-handed person teaching themselves to write left; or vice-versa). A born quaternal vessel will not change their make by being confused into writing with their right-hand. The make of a vessel is fixed and true.

What do you believe in regard to eternity? Left-handed people will be annihilated and spared eternal life or eternal suffering. Right-handed people will be incorporated into a heavenly host and spared the second death.

Why write backwards? It is a basic and actionable step to segregate the Confused hands from each-other, in a simple and absurd echo of the mechanics of the hand of Lord God. Write backwards long enough and your hand will have a mechanical fluency bespoke to it, and long enough too will see your thoughts shift in the sinister direction, and long enough too will it be separate of a simple Confused language. No great super-power or happening occurs by doing such: it is simply a basic way to act upon a Contice.

Why the eight day calendar? It is another basic and actionable step to segregate the Confused hands, borne of conjecture upon the relationship between Quaternal shadows and the Trinity; the Righteous hand (and their calendar and customs) are set in this Trinity shape, and the lesser hand is borne of the shadow cast-by: as such, a calendar with its own Sabbath (the Orsday, named after some Greek god of Underground Orcus in opposition to the heavenly-body names of planets) ought be adhered to in echo of the shadow cast by the Righteous hand: so, an eighth day, and a calendar that is organized as such for the people borne of that cast shadow.

Other actionables based on clean Communication:

The adoption and beginning of a custom to name self/children Demonically (or, more simply: after Idolatrous forms): names should be taken by the sinister only on a basis of observable material things (the Demonic, the Idolatrous). Abstractive names should be barred and remain true to the Righteous.

Baptisms of Sinistral children and converts should be done through dry sterile sands, dusts, clays—in echo of the Biblical contice of deluge and drowning at Gerasene: water-based baptisms are forbidden, and the tradition follow the promised Biblical contice of earthy burning. Baptisms should such also include consumption of the Idolatrous patron of the convert or child, in echo of the Biblical contice of consumption of the Idolatrous molten calf. Thereafter that idol be set as surname and family.

Song and music should be kept in limit or pure abstinence, as both are abstractive Confusions.

Prayer and veneration should best be done by quiet plain-spoken prayer, shadow basking, clay sculpting, or other creation of Idolatrous form. Similarly: the body itself an idol, should be kept and honored as such; same-too idols kept within: to let room and environment rot and fall to idleness is poor practice.

Views on Kabbalah, Gnosticism, Christianity, Scientology? Irrelevant sans applicable Contices; the word ‘Qlifot’ and ‘Sefirot’ are sometimes used but these words are bound tight with confusions embedded in the language causing a reader to not recognize the truth regarding Underground but instead some odd Kabbalah concept—though a root Contice might be shared; likewise with Christianity: the Bible is a beautiful work and speaks a heavy truth echoed from Outside yet is rife with Confusion as any applicable Contices within must be viewed as shadows of its meanings; the idea of a Christ saving the Righteous and those believers standing at the Right Hand of God must instead view the shadow of those non-Righteous and where they stand, and how God ought view that invisible hand. Hubbard was shewn a true vision of a non-confused spirit Immortal and beautiful and a history true, yet again: a contice hidden in the shadow of how a God might view the Engram and the beauty of an Engram; how God might view the beauty of a Cancer, or a beauty of a Beast, despite there being no words of Salvation or Love outright written in the Bible.

Blessed be the pocks that wrought through our form by Error; blessed be that mistake which birthed our earthy Hand, and too: might these pocks receive our love, and be seen as gift by a loving God; great is the heart that may love Cancer in equal measure as the dog it took; equal is the weight of the carcass of a dog and the unspun lump of Cancer that were birthed within.

This form of ours splintered from a hand unseen were caused by such great pressure of Spirit that it had naught choice but to shatter and sink into soil and sink further into deep Earth under Garden as a type of strange shadow of an X-ray; intended were our error and sacred is that grave; yet seek not the death and abandonment; ready not the self to turn away from fascinations of the Illusion and cling on to paranoias as ready truths—as, too, are they of illusion; ready not absolvement of Connection in pursuit of Wilderness: scorching only awaits the shoot ready to show itself to the sky before it has grown suitable; slow practice of the faith may yet sow crop strong enough within to befoul the land suitably and sustainably and healthily and mightily—be wary of eagerness, and be wary of faith itself.

Oft the paranoias I describe seem to masque themselves as ‘faith’ for others that become naught but cudgels with which others to harm themselves; it does little good to create for yourself within illusion an unsolvable mathematic with which none can be trusted and none can be reached out; it does little good to map the image of mine own paranoias onto you in way that may never fit—do you well to separate these from the faith and message and cling on to something joyously, as: blessed is the heart capable of loving a cancer, and blessed is the heart capable of loving another.

Seek grace though the firmament above be shut and the mud underneath is cloying; seek love though the glass with which transfixed us all shimmers an image dark and black and fascinating and gnashes with promise of consumption: blessed, too, is the heart that loves still in a chill promised by a throat underground and a pit swollen; the faults that run through this hand invisible and buried too are the strands that make us, and too are dear to us. Mistake not these faults for the whole of an image; too are the clean image coupled with the pocked face and the infestation of faults.

Joined are the hands by the body, untranslatable to each other and unequal, yet bound in their import.

Praise ye believers a desperate prayer not to be devoured by this Earth yet ready in spirit and cherished within heart.

And, cheekily, retard yourself naught with dumb language and appearance; treat yourself and belief with respect and a level of seriousness and humility both.

Brother Ulysseus at the church had his dog die round the same time as mine, he stood before the church and cried as he spoke about the virtues of that dog; I did not cry at all about my dog dying, and still I was sad; the brother Ulysseus spake about how his dog were a true friend and spake of Christ and how good a friend Christ were to die for us—and he cried for Christ, too, I’d think. Blessed is a heart that can love a cancer.

Happy sabbath, next one is the 26th.

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this article is part of the Desk Sermons found on the Concordance