Anima Mundi?

[tun]

Do you, or have you, ever received the sensation that the ‘World Soul’ - the ‘Anima Mundi’ has selected you, and charged you with the task (by a sort of energetic liaison and electrical communion) of articulating and manifesting the essential aspirations of the global spirit-consciousness of the living planet in its entirety, and as though you are now imbued with a sort of infinite power of appropriate expression, accuracy, fidelity and spontaneous articulation into the elevating principles of Universal Evolutionary intention? In this, one becomes in a very real sense ‘The eye of the world’ - and the voice of the essential ‘spherical prosodies’ within the pulsating cosmic life?

But look, have you ever had this sensation—or perhaps something like it, in smaller, quieter form—when writing or creating? When the words seem to come through you rather than from you? Or as if you are merely transcribing prepared and finished texts, which you were hitherto utterly unaware existed?

I mean, What about the sensation of finding yourself expressing ideas and images, correspondences and relations that one has no awareness of any prior knowledge of or competence in whatsoever? As if the only time one inhabits a particular state of awareness is at that particular moment - there is a thought that only obtains any or a final resolution in the moment of its becoming and not before or after?

[rowens]

With the Jehovah's Witnesses the world makes sense and everywhere you look you see their reality.
With other cultures and traditions and dogmas, even that you don't know about, the same happens.
Within your own life, the same things happen. So you can manipulate people. You can manipulate people because you yourself are being manipulated.

The word 'manipulated' has man in it. That's the Key in and out of Feminism. As the Fem in Feminism is the Key out of Patriarchy.

[tun]

With the Jehovah's Witnesses the world makes sense and everywhere you look you see their reality.
With other cultures and traditions and dogmas, even that you don't know about, the same happens.
Within your own life, the same things happen. So you can manipulate people. You can manipulate people because you yourself are being manipulated.

The word 'manipulated' has man in it. That's the Key in and out of Feminism. As the Fem in Feminism is the Key out of Patriarchy.

If you have not had any of the sensations I represented - there is still time.

[rowens]

I'm the Egoist Jacob. The Heel of Achilles and Wrestling.

What do you mean by sensations?

[CRNDLSM]

Every now and then I think im the antichrist and I laugh at everyone else's beliefs on the subject. Probably not what youre referring to but a similar vein

[tun]

Every now and then I think im the antichrist and I laugh at everyone else's beliefs on the subject. Probably not what youre referring to but a similar vein

Bravo! - But what beliefs do people have? You mean on being 'The Antichist'?

I'm the Antichrist!
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I'm the Antichirst!
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Who says you are the Antichrist?
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I say it. I am it.
I am the Antichrist
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No you are not
I am
I am the Antichrist
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You are the Antichrist?
You are NOT the Antichrist?
Come here and say that!
You are the Antichrist!
I will show you who the Antichrist is!

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I'm the Egoist Jacob. The Heel of Achilles and Wrestling.

What do you mean by sensations?

[Quixilated]

Do you, or have you, ever received the sensation that the ‘World Soul’ - the ‘Anima Mundi’ has selected you, and charged you with the task (by a sort of energetic liaison and electrical communion) of articulating and manifesting the essential aspirations of the global spirit-consciousness of the living planet in its entirety, and as though you are now imbued with a sort of infinite power of appropriate expression, accuracy, fidelity and spontaneous articulation into the elevating principles of Universal Evolutionary intention? In this, one becomes in a very real sense ‘The eye of the world’ - and the voice of the essential ‘spherical prosodies’ within the pulsating cosmic life?

But look, have you ever had this sensation—or perhaps something like it, in smaller, quieter form—when writing or creating? When the words seem to come through you rather than from you? Or as if you are merely transcribing prepared and finished texts, which you were hitherto utterly unaware existed?

I mean, What about the sensation of finding yourself expressing ideas and images, correspondences and relations that one has no awareness of any prior knowledge of or competence in whatsoever? As if the only time one inhabits a particular state of awareness is at that particular moment - there is a thought that only obtains any or a final resolution in the moment of its becoming and not before or after?

Yes, I call them the muses.  They are willful and do as they please. They are fickle and often ignore me.