21:48 Mar 02 2018
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A Hard Look In the Mirror
Levi speaks in a voice true to ages,
Like Dee he speaks from the a language built through sages,
His voice like a razor cuts for those found in peril,
But a lack of the infinite comes in his thrill,
For his quality of faith comes in by his upbringing sent,
Yet his austerity only lends to his entrapment,
And his liberty only finds him still holding to the same terms,
Yet his body will still be the fodder of worms,
The seeker can always have faith,
But it will never be tangible always a ghost or wrath,
But it is the mystery that should never be named,
When in vision even the perfect will give this logic to the tame,
What a world would have been if we could hold the voice in the mists of mystery,
That the vision gained never could be given true label for history,
The maya in the back of religions that with mana becomes voice,
Would then only be a label given by culture and power of symbol a choice,
For deception is always the words from those without experience,
That the other is so brilliantly bewildering that it can never be held in societal reverence,
Without sacrament standing before the eyes of the infinite you hold term,
Yet those of psychedelic presence know that it is mystery that can never be learned,
Only felt,
But then those who do bring back the message to their culture with a hierarchical face,
Meant to control and dictate is how in a couple generations they leave their own race,
A game that got so far past sacrifice it lost pious chaste,
And turned into a social weapon that men used for actions they deemed misbehaved,
Yet the relationship to the outside is what the prophets of old sought,
And the wanderers of deserts and forests are who taught,
Never would they have gathered all into a group,
They wanted the voice from nature to continue in uncontrollable sooth,
That man was but a cog inside of nature’s powerful truths,
Then religions were power games that exploit the profits and steal prophetic proof,
And the message coming in distorts to Apollonian filter,
And then see everyone has a removing of shamanic practitioner,
For John the divine removes the truth from the cup saying it’s filled with the serpent now lost,
Yet from the fiery cup the anointing oil and mana always had been needed for prophets cost,
And the Hindu sages now called out the somatic drinkers as if a real vision was faulty,
Saying that mentality not experience true ideas are brought in duality,
Yet the knowledge for those concepts wouldn’t exist without catalysts knowledge,
And without the gambit lead them to society distorting that infinite ledge,
Hence why Shiva in his auspiciousness was beyond the other ordered lords,
For he was the man of the outside intoxicated and engorged,
Then from intoxication real revelation is found,
One that gives hope not tethers us to ground,
And although great respect I hold to Levi,
I see he is held back by the battle in his reality,
The cultural battle of his time,
Made his view to the abstract had to be ordered into rhyme,
To distance from the radicals that had caused the world to burn,
Yet he couldn’t see that from the burning the new had become learned,
Which has led to the modern in its powerful context,
And would have been decimated if it had been wrapped back into religions net,
Then I still hold the beauties he saw with belief,
But hold no dogma to become the churches leash,
Something from Vita Merlini shows how the wisdom keepers stayed at bay,
Even when their lives inside the culture demanded their stay,
And a call to leaders in faith who never get penned in cage,
Gives hope that religion will find foot in psychedelic age,
Then with the new wisdom I hope creates the wizards of today,
That use Levi’s idea of themselves to break free of the gilded inlay,
And then his words shall echo:
They are without fears and without desires, dominated by no falsehood, sharing no error, loving without illusion, suffering without impatience, reposing in the quietude of eternal thought... a Magus cannot be ignorant, for magic implies superiority, mastership, majority, and majority signifies emancipation by knowledge. The Magus welcomes pleasure, accepts wealth, deserves honour, but is never the slave of one of them; he knows how to be poor, to abstain, and to suffer; he endures oblivion willingly because he is lord of his own happiness, and expects or fears nothing from the caprice of fortune. He can love without being beloved; he can create imperishable treasures, and exalt himself above the level of honours or the prizes of the lottery. He possesses that which he seeks, namely, profound peace. He regrets nothing which must end, but remembers with satisfaction that he has met with good in all. His hope is a certitude, for he knows that good is eternal and evil transitory. He enjoys solitude, but does not fly the society of man; he is a child with children, joyous with the young, staid with the old, patient with the foolish, happy with the wise. He smiles with all who smile, and mourns with all who weep; applauding strength, he is yet indulgent to weakness; offending no one, he has himself no need to pardon, for he never thinks himself offended; he pities those who misconceive him, and seeks an opportunity to serve them; by the force of kindness only does he avenge himself on the ungrateful..."
But escape the societal game of socialism to which he was tethered,
And reaching back to wild regain its strength,
For Shaman’s bring back truth but do not remain in societal space,
Like Moses bringing down commandments yet never remaining in his leadership race,
For all the prophets climb mountains,
All the messages come from being on the fringe,
Then dogma has always been the time distortion of wise men…
Then to free others is to give them wings to the wilds they fear to die in…
I am the bird eating its wings as I try to fly…
From which stories I cannot fly to close to the sun and die?
I am the serpent swallowing its tail as I starve to eat…
Will I ever find a way to stifle what I need to move feet?
I am the stag laying down my life for others to gain…
Will the martyr and society ever be on the same pain?
I am the phoenix as I burn out…
May I be reignited to rise and face the mystery as I shout!
Sean Stutzman
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