Wee Wisdom (38)

aphorisms and short reflections

the academics will call it new religiosity, but we know the truth, and call it what it is. the gods returning.



how are we going to solve the problem of climate changelings.




Noah was making waves before the flood began




our consciousness is different and thus reality itself is different. we can be friends with spirits and creatures in ways our ancestors never even imagined. and new ones too. the gods have not only returned, but there are more of them.




when i say good things, or encourage people, it's meant for a few. when i say bad things, i'm talking about most.



christians are afraid to be human, pagans are afraid to be gods. now if only there was at least one man who showed how to be both, and how to live in both, that would be quite helpful, wouldn't it. i'm not afraid of either. i'll ascend with my wounds intact.



christians are afraid of the earth. pagans are afraid of heaven. 



both christians and pagans have too much reverence and too little confidence. they need less re and more verence, and a lot more fidence, whether con or sans.



the bible is my friend. and friends sometimes are drunk, other times lying, or simply wrong. but we love them and trust them anyway because we know they mean well even if they are not perfect.



my paranoia is very naive, or is it my naivete that is rather paranoid



good comes and goes because it moves and is moving. evil never leaves, it cannot move itself, nor be moved from above. hence history, personal and cosmic.



the ancient chinese sages knew all about the holy spirit. in fact, they understood it better than anyone else. and it's so odd, because east asia is all about vision, and yet wind cannot be seen. or maybe that's it, they could see it by observing how things are moved by it.


there is something rather than nothing because the Lord was not afraid



i worry more about true disciples than false teachers



i'll bleed to life 



i'm too lazy to set up payments on the substack. but if i did and got money from it each month, i would lose any interest i have in it. as it is, i keep posting. and that's how being lazy keeps me busy.



malcontent creator



to be exiled
in my own homeland
end times amirite



scripture supports the idea of a flack earth



my favorite ozzy album is sabbath bloody sabbath hands down




the joke was never going to land, flew over too many heads



make friends in other worlds and soon some tasks in this one will seem to be acomplished effortlessly. but they are not effortless, it's just that there are other beings making the effort with you. all pushing in the same direction.



if the author of revelation was writing now, he would use the word machine, instead of beast.


survival a la mode



i don't speak machine. and i don't want to. thanks



i wrote half of The Rot in six months. the second half in two weeks. by the end i was so in it i wrote for hours by hand and then i stopped and noticed. no pain anywhere, not in my back for sitting so long, not in my hand for writing, not in my mind for thinking. a mystical state.




after writing so many stories with supernatural stuff, it feels good and meaningful to tone it down and find magic in every day things. three stories so far, all about being in love. maybe it becomes the theme for the next collection, who knows. to find magic in the mundane i guess you have to be in love. these two together are the only thing that can defeat the machine. i really believe




have you tried massaging your neck of the woods




reminds me of that time i was inconsolable and Jesus offered me a cigarette




wise in my own eyes i can handle. wise in other people's, my lord




my most controversial opinion is that the internet has been a blessing for anyone who matters. this is true for a lot of things. you hear, That's bad for you, but really it should be, That's bad for most. both things should be taken into account.




even if it appears like i do, i don't make things happen. they just happen. because i don't make them. having said that, i have so much to do. but it'll get done. i'm a closer. can't let those voices in my head down.




my secret advantage is my wife. without her i would be almost nothing.



one of the best things about living in a very small village is that there is zero possibility of ever encountering a flash mob. any mob, really.




twenty year olds now seek wisdom from me. it doesn't mean i'm old and wise. it means they're young and foolish.



my parents took me to the doctor when i was little because i didn't have a shadow. doctor said it was like baby teeth. some kids take longer. when i got to elementary school, my shadow was still not fully developed. had to wear prescription hats for a couple of years.




my parents only took me to the movies to see trailers so they never bought me popcorn 



women are very easy to understand. a woman, on the other hand, is mystery itself.



some say that if you travel enough, you will be less politically extreme. i wish they would stop saying it, i already hate travel enough. i don't need further reasons. i want my hate of it to be pure.




i love thimbles. wish they made these little hats for your fingers but head sized.




no corporate recruiter was ever human.




i've believed things you wouldn't see




the conspiracy theories must be true because thirty three really felt like a leveling up, an opening to higher dimensions. now look at me, all levelled up and high on other dimensions.



everything is about someone else.




if my words seem cryptic, it's because i'm a cryptid



dear diary, please shut up



had an unexpected adventure yesterday. to get to the brook we had to fight through a tangled mess of branches and sometimes brambles, getting cuts in the process. but this was not the adventure, it's just a normal hike for us. when we finally thought we could rest by the water, there was a hell hound on our trail. we had to walk upstream along the basin to get away from the evil dog, and were surrounded all the way by damselflies. three hour walk upstream with water to our waists over slippery stones. very tiresome, but also beautiful.




all my life has been about water, all kinds of water, all important memories with water. just getting now how much this is the case. spooky. the part of me that writes novels clearly knew this already before cause both books have water and everything about it as a central theme. though of course i've been obsessed with Enoch, the flood and Noah since i was a little kid.




Father composer, Son performer, Holy Spirit mixer




anthropomorphic resonance




i wouldn't mind living in a lighthouse, but i'd always be worried about it being carried away by the wind



we were unmade for each other




latin was the language of learning, but its descendants, losing the precision of form, have always tended more toward song, and generally are unsuited to clarity. something lost and something gained. but english has both.




it's the speed for me. i could go to china on a pilgrimage. but driving into town hurts me.




i need a rather long boat ride down the river and then to cross the oceans and reach Cathay from the west





people will not talk about us the way we talk about the medievals, or even the enlightenment. they will talk about us as we talk about Enoch and Noah. i say this so you know the stakes, and that the individual details are of no importance in the long run. they are important now. the furthest away in time, the more concise the symbolic structure and less individual the detail. this is so that the actual people involved can move on with their lives in other worlds, and not be trapped in memories from the world they have overcome, or been defeated by. while we're living it however, individuality is paramount, cause that's how we find our place, our role, and each other.





this aphorism happened a long time ago to someone else.




you see the wind by how it moves the trees, and you see love by how it moves the hands




we must become conscious of our prophetic role, especially in its fallibility




once, i found the elixir of eternal life. but instead of drinking it, i washed my face.





museosophy




never make a cult leader out of an occult leader (~ Jesus, probably)




original imitation





fading in, burning away





blades of green, shades of grass





who is this man, he speaks as one not being an idiot




it's later than you think, so go to sleep and dream





read a book so deeply that when people talk to you they'll think you should be locked up and never want to talk to you again




better than making sense is raising it




rulers never measure up to expectations




what's a take that would have you like this, what's a give that would lose you like that




signed sign of
signified other
my insignificant same




don't say demographic when you mean a people group. if you really want to sound pompous add a noun to the adjective, demographic segment, maybe. but people group is best. demographic as a noun may sound smart to certain groups of people, but it's just a bad use of language. my problem is not really the adjective turned to noun, though i'm also not a fan. really it's the misuse of hellenic suffixes. it turns everything into nerd talk, but not even intelligently. it might be a psyop because it seems to happen to words and topics of life and death. demographic, technology, philosophy, and more. almost always used in corrupted meanings and forms so we can't actually talk about what matters. even psyop is wrong. does it mean an operation of or on the study of the psyche. no. corruption. disables intelligence.




rarely have i seen a muse in a museum. but even then they were also visiting. false advertising.




we have new age old questions to be answered for the first time again





Jesus destroyed theology and anthropology as distinct fields, but the nerds were never going to accept this.





Laeth is celtic, but some people assume it's arabic. the plight of iberia i suppose.




laeth rhymes with faith




the sync faeries are having their way with me




there is an undefined type of gray that we in portugal call 'the color of a donkey when it's running away'



my wife buys all my clothes. not having to think about this aspect of life is great, freeing. now, she could either want me to look good, or to look bad. both have valid motivations afaic. but i really wouldn't know. also, the first one i think would prove fruitless.



someone took issue with me saying i was more portuguese than human, not because of my lack of shared humanity, funnily enough. they said my statement is contradicted by the fact that i write in english. but there's more to being portuguese than language. compared to the blood in our veins, the portuguese language is a rather recent and transient affair.





you can play with words 
and you can pause with words 
for example, stop





every book is a coloring book if you want it to be




if you don't blink you'll miss it




i should have written this before you could read it





assassin's creek, dawson's creed




i have no trouble falling asleep anymore. but i am still an insomniac, really. i wake up too early, too full of energy to stay in bed, like a kid on christmas morning. drives my sleepy wife crazy. writing a story about it to understand.




weakfull




justified by faith, hyphenated by works




if i can't follow the rules, i make my own. i have no discipline, only drive.




the marketplace of ideas is worse than the orgy of ideas. at least everyone feels a little shame after participating in the latter.





i might be a natural feminist because my mind refuses to retain the exact meaning of derrogatory words for women like foid, or longhouse, or roastie. i learn it and then forget.




religion is everything, that's why it hurts to see it reduced to nothing by people who always make it about something else



this is the time of the elect. if you can't be your own archetype, you just won't be at all.




damselflies,
the water,
and us




i have no two wolves inside of me. i have the joker. but there are several of him



lucky for me to live in a time where jesters marry queens



smaller than death figure



a careful look at darwinism from its inception up to today shows that rather than evolve, darwinists degenerated.




a red squirrel ran in front of me as i was watering the garden and then started to drink from a puddle. then he ran off. i mean really close right in front of me. i just stood there watering while trying to psychically tell my wife to come out. i'd never seen a squirrel in the garden, and only rarely seen one in this region. and this was by far my closest encounter anywhere.





smoking helps with keeping all kinds of bad things away, starting with antismokers and ending with the fantasy that one can live forever





there are no gates in hell, which is why heaven is a gated community




we can live forever, but it will take more lives than this one




i'm not a winner or a loser. i'm confident because i'm not playing.




if you're going to be a dirtbag, at least have that dirt be moist and full of seeds




there are people i know of whom i think often, This man could be a great soldier in the army of the Lord, or, This woman could be a great priestess in the cult of the Lord. each time, a part of me is always hoping. another knows that time is running out.

adventure