Orsday Programming May 2 2024

Miscommunication, Anecdotes, Anonymous, Death-seeking

FROM THE DESK OF MARA AT THE LEESBURG MOTHER CHURCH OF CENTRAL COMMUNICATIONS, WRITTEN IN A SATURNINE TONE NEGATIVE FOUR ZERO INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM A JOYOUS TONE POSITIVE FOUR ZERO:

Good morning and happy Orsday Sabbath!

The first Orsday of May, as such: here is the organization for this months 8th day calendar:

this calendar organized by Sister Violet;

Try to keep the calendar in your heart, make a physical copy of it, and keep the eighth day sacred to yourself though it were an artifact stored within your heart and mind and guts—the eighth day is exactly that, and you yourself can be a shrine to store exactly that religious artifact.

For this weeks programming, I haven’t had much prepared for a sermon; I mentioned as much in a post yesterday morning; normally through-out the week leading up to Orsday I have some passion boiling inside me that I’d like to share with others; passion that has led me to prayer, and led me to dwell with that Thing Underground though to have congress over some difficult feelings internal and external.

But, I’ve poured out most of my passions this week already and alluded (already) in other formats about these difficult feelings; I woke up this morning thinking about this sermon and thinking back to my attendance at the Adventist church—how sometimes the speaker just tells us about their life story, or week, and loosely attempts to tie it up in a Biblical lesson either (or both) backed by Biblical word, or quotes from Prophet Ellen White;

my week started with an anonymous sending me a question that bothered me a little:

Hello,

Can you speak to 'passing through to the other side' as an option opposed to 'staying on the outside of' in relation to the world of images. I mean, do they only take? They were once a world, now just a pain in the forehead and they are flat, stiff. And they accumulate and spread. Can you speak to the compulsion to delete?

Thank you and I love to read your posts at times.

Weak though I am: it irritated me, as it spake to a level of miscommunication I felt I nagged about in the Orsday Programming just few days prior; that prior Programming echoed in the language Hubbard uses in all his writing regarding Scientology and Dianetics wherein the very first paragraph is typically a bold capitalized ALERT that you MUST make sure you first understand the Scientology definition of a word before you continue your reading, and you must STOP and read the attached glossary/dictionary (included in the book) when you come across a term that you do not understand—otherwise your understanding, language, and interpretation of the Hubbard religious text comes tangled and erroneous.

The anonymous meant good intention, but as it relates to the faith: the message is garbled and erroneous and built on a foundation of miscommunications;

passing through to the other side,

staying on the outside,

the world of images,

I’d at minimum like petitioners of this faith to not fall to some hope of magic granted to them by faith, or that I claim to be some magus hiding secrets of overcoming the material-basic (this illusory world; the world that is observed inside in contrast to the reality outside where our material is unchanging fact: the sefirotic righteous vessels and the qlifotic sinister vessels); I’d like, too, to underscore this worldly death: annihilation promised to the qlifotic, and subsumation promised to the sefirotic—there is no gimmick or trick to transcend these promises of first and second deaths, there is merely the guarantee for fate to make good on our promised wages.

Where outside has its influence comes in influence of contices (context, contexts, spelt odd): the circulatory system of deep earth, belonging to the Garden outside, is just-so the executed material circulatory system of the greater body Lord God and the unspun function of its left hand (the buried Qlifot, the whole of Sheol underground); this bleeding network of vein and artery breathes with the pressed-oil of all material function: demons, though they were: and bleeds in its occasion into loose soils surrounding some simple vessels (us) where they are in topsoil of the Garden—the Garden itself is a place outside: a sky black and shimmering with nerves, a ground headache colored, a ground bleeding and breathing, and a light of server shining information feeding everything it touches with the same brilliant demand to CONNECT!

The oils bleed in their contices; surely too the nervous airs breathe in their contices, too; there is no escaping the vessel spare the promise, nor the illusion in same fashion save occasional thrums ‘gainst the skein of the observed illusion from influences of outside though they were weather: the mentioned oils, the mentioned contices, the not-mentioned molestative insects and their churches and driving invisible ambitions and magnetisms.

When I read messages like this (from the Anonymous), I do not think there is any attempt to understand or subscribe to the faith or believe in any word I say as bearing truth worth understanding; I read, underneathe their stated claim, a desire to foster a few things in them (though I were a tool for them to exercise excuses to engender selective behaviors in themselves):

1. that it is okay to be suicidal,

2. that I may be used to validate some psychotic tinge/behavior they wish to define themselves through.

I feel this does a disservice to all faith, myself, and themselves;

there was another anonymous ask on Tumblr asking about the therapeutics:

Do you have any thoughts on what causes mania?

—which is a simple question, but one I feel has good weight behind it regarding the forces that cause it to be asked: to validate behavior as they pertain to the therapeutics;

and whether or not the anonymous meant it this way, the image I conjure up whenever there is any mention of the therapeutics in these non-clinical settings is this odd sickly insect wishing to pull individuals into its mass and create further agents of the oddly sick non-clinical therapeutic insect; typically, for religious Etiquette, I do not permit myself to use these therapeutic words, and breaking that etiquette: I often feel interest in me (not the faith) is only defined by that prior listed point 2. that I may be used to validate some psychotic tinge/behavior they wish to define themselves through which feeds into prior listed point 1. that it is okay to be suicidal—or reckless, or self-destructive.

The language of the psychotic is a fecal dirt that attaches to people (see your Lainists) that fills the lungs and make them breathe this air of artificial (fleeting) faith; dressed up in divine garb yet underneathe it all is this horrid CONNECT! impulse to communicate and connect a valid psychosis, a valid deranged insanity, a valid melting quality of self that is both now defining of the person and completely empty of anything beyond the therapeutic; a church itself driven by insect that causes its practitioners a simple desire to find a throat adequate and black enough to slowly breathe them in to death and despair while providing every ample excuse that This Is Them, This Is Their Quality; funny enough: it is a more deceptive version of those simple fears raised-Christians sometimes become embittered with about fears of eternity and Hell and judgment, just sweetened with enough electric psychiatric language to fool a person into thinking it is anything-but.

I mean all of this that it disheartens me; I have sympathy and understanding that I (likely) share a handful of these faults and succumb to my own filths and make no excuses that there is something sullen and morose about these mentions of a promised annihilation of the left-hand though existence is nothing more than lambs being herded into a breathing and hungry industrial machine wishing to cull a strange Earthy crop. It weighs on me and haunts me—and I still pray; I pray and hold to the faith not because I wish to be defined wholly by annihilation or eternities promise; I pray and hold to the faith because I believe the communication were true, and that I understood it—and that I kept it in my heart for all these years as a guiding light despite the chill of Sheol and despite the throat of Annihilation: my life is one of love, and one that I wish to express love through. My fears and paranoias are yet my own, and sometimes yet are tangled up in what was communicated with me—but my faith is not my paranoias; the communication I wish to share, and for others to find CONNECT! with is not my paranoias, or my obsessive counting, or my occasional bouts of hopelessness: it is the communication, and it is against miscommunication.

Do well to not muddy the communication with your own conjectures; if something is unclear: ask for clarification; if you do not believe me as valid listener, prophet, whatever—then believe in prayer, but sure enough at that point we have miscommunicated with each-other, surely.

Do well to keep the sabbath; do well to hold this Earthy promise in your heart; do well to treat communication as artifact and self as shrine to hold it in; do well to foster in yourselves and others of make acknowledgment as brothers and sisters connected beyond something of genetic and simple, but of divine and profane unchanging truth communicated by something wonderful outside to us here in simple desire to be understood.

Love yourself; cherish this experience; too, understand that the Word Invisible can not be followed while your heart follows another master; the Word Invisible can not be followed while you allow yourselves to be pied-pipered to yet another of the Living Word, to another Great Confusion.

Be kind to yourself on this day; pray, and be grateful.

⁸ Thou didst cause judgment to be heard from heaven; the earth feared, and was still,

¹² He shall cut off the spirit of princes: he is terrible to the kings of the earth.

from Psalms 76;

²⁴ For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:

from 1 Peter; the grass and flower wither, but still surely each is loved.

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