X. Eye Of Horus:
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Allow me, here and now, to dangle my soul before the Devil and make this swift, just how he likes it. Perhaps I will sprint through this blog post and leave all of my perception to the wind and make it one big blur so that the reader can rapidly rush to carry on his life’s mundane errands. He can spend no time on this at all and speed to the grocery store in a rush for no apparent reason but to get there fast. And when he is done, he can book-it home, for no apparent reason, but to beat the shit out of Grandfather Time – that old bastard who ticks & tocks forever within the minds of men; and drives them utterly mad. He can risk his life in the car, and crash it, because for some weird reason he had to hasten quickly while having no obligations whatsoever.
Psych, Satan (pulls soul away), I will take my time. We are eternal beings after all, so what is the rush?
This book X. Eye of Horus, in my book Jackism, The Fairytale Religion, is about a horse named Horus. He is a lazy horse and does not move too much at all, and so his karma has paid him a visit and has grown his two ears tall and high in the sky. And so now, even if he’d like to become un-lazy, he is shackled, because even if he’d like to move, there are birds that build nests and lay eggs upon his tree-like ears:
Horus the Horse: [4] Noble sir, I am Horus. While it does appear Divine to un-hearing ears of my ears, I must relay over to you that this blessing is weighing on my heart rather heavily. You see, noble sir, these flying friendly creatures that are called “birds” are alluded to mistake my ears for the mothering tree. Hear me and feel my feelings: My ears are always in the air, and so the breeze is forever felt, and so the birds I doth not feel. And by the time that I do realize the landing, there is already a nest and an egg laid. And so, noble sir, I am not to ever prance about in my travels; but am to trot a foul walk that is excruciatingly slow – so as to not break the egg in the nest.
He has not quite learned his lesson yet, as this is the first page of the book. And I will not harp on this tale here for too long, as you can buy the book, Jackism, The Fairytale Religion, if you wish. But his ears are a prophesy in the scriptures of the 2 races of birds on his ears: the Pralaya (dissolution, destruction) Black Birds, and the Arya (noble, honor) Golden Sparrows. Each has a nest and an egg on the ears, and whichever cracketh first will be extinguished in the next world’s age. So, there are two stories happening here, the Foul Fowl End Times War upon Horus’s ears, and Horus the Horse needing to conquer his laziness. He learns in the end that he does not need to move with haste, but that he only needs to keep moving, even if slowly. Momentum is the key, no matter the speed; and better to walk than to run. As the Greeks would say: Festina Lente – Hasten Slowly.
So, as per the title of this blog and vlog: Is All Haste of The Devil? And I think I have a unique perspective on this that leads me to the answer: Yes. Why does the Devil make haste? It is because his time on earth as the Prince is limited, and so he desires to control as many Divine beings as he can before that time has run itself dry. But there is a root here that is missed often regarding ‘Haste’. And it is that to hasten quickly is a Fear Response, always. It is subconscious, because the subconscious is a reactive action due to having fear – it is the outcome of all the things we burry deep down that we do not want to face, because of the fear of facing them. And so, when someone is triggered, it is a subconscious reaction, and a fear response. Someone who conquers fear, which is to say, has conquered the fear of Death (all fear stems from the fear of death), has made light of their subconscious, and bears witness to it, and therefore is One Whole and only conscious, with no ‘Sub’.
A man who has no fear is in no rush. He walks through the garden and enjoys the beauty of the flowers whilst the hasty man tramples through them to reach his destination. Or, as someone has said: The man who loves walking will walk further than the man who loves the destination.
I have a theory, in regard to people who want success rushed. It is logical to think that a man who is in pursuit of conquering something is rushing towards the destination because he wants the money, or lollipops, or status at the end – and so he cannot wait – he must make haste to get there. But I do not think that this is the case at all. Subconsciously, he is in fear that he will not get there, and so he must rush before (illusory) time runs out. This is why people like this oftentimes quit when they hit a failure. It destroys them, and they think time is up. They have sprinted too hard, and so they have no cardio left to overcome the failure, like a man in a running race who trips and is passed by the fleet of other runners – is subconsciously how he feels it to be. Wherefore, the man who does not run, who walks because he has no fear, and loves the journey and the art he is doing, will inevitably get to wherever he is going because he has the cardio. A failure is not a failure but a stepping stone; not a fall-back but an extra wind in his lungs that propels him into perhaps even skipping for a little time instead of walking – but still not running, because what is the rush when you are not scared you will not get to where you are going?
A good example of all haste being fear-driven is sports, say the sport of hockey. To win a game in hockey, haste is very important. You need to beat the opposing team to the puck. Subconsciously, you are rushing to the puck because of a fear you will not get to it in time and the other team will beat you to it. So, in sports, fear in the subconscious is a necessary driver. But not in life. As sports is but the toy department of life, and so when you are competing for sport, have a ball. But when you are competing to speed to the grocery store for no apparent reason but to just rush, what the hell are you doing?
It’s a weird world today, where everyone is in a rush to nowhere. It is as if they are trying to squeeze in as many acts as possible before their inevitable death – and yet, these acts are as mundane and dumb as the day is long. It is a certain kind of madness, and fear is a driver of madness. I do not understand it much myself, the person conquers nothing but a blur for a life.
If I was a good painter and had to paint a portrait of a person who represents all people today, I would paint the most beatific and Divine person with life and love in the eyes, and while the paint was still wet, I would take the palm of my hand and drag it across the face – and turn the Divine into a blur. That’s where people are at. Too fearful and moving too fast to see Divinity, and so their perception is just a smudge on the windowpane of life.
Oh well – carry on. Be sure not to crash your car and die when speeding to the grocery store to get the food that makes you live.
Strength & Honor,
Jack O’Bat