Temple Riot

An Offering of Evangelical Gnosis by Chrètian Frère

Chonological Entries

Matter and Emergence

Matter has the Power of Assemblage because it is intrinsically a Separation. This separation is the Satanic descent into incarnation, the cycle of meat, and the reflexive return

To love God while rejecting Christ, the Logos, is to make the Luciferian error and seek after Wisdom and the ancient mysteries. The hunger for Wisdom produces teratomas. Abberations. The spiritual rejection of Nature per se ( the world-loathing Gnostics and the gurus of the pre-boddhisatva age).

The unraveling of the twists of matter is the spiritualization of substance. Matter is a separation. Because it is a separation, it contains within it a potential for a reintegration. Not a merging, nor a subsuming, but a reconnecting. It is as if the One Being of Infinite Surface had twisted a mountain into a separation of consciousness, like a twisted node on a balloon surface. Consciousness within it becomes barricaded, fossilized, and does not question the mystery of the ego. The impossibility of consciousness to squeeze out of a machine. No, consciousness is not an epiphenomena of a biochemical engine as we were taught, rather, it is that matterialization is a sort of division in a region of being, that produces an I and an Other. This is the drink of the waters of Lethe before the souls return, we forget our ancestry as a portion of the Field of Oneness.

Who Hated Him First

They hate God most who cling to their meat and resent that meat is not their first body. They carry a deep thorn of resentment for the impossibility of a spirit to find a life spring in the belief-prison of meat, so devoted are they to the gnosis flesh and the illumination of meat. These are those who are angry that God exists, they are angry at the positive moral imperative, not the Thou Shall Not, but the inner imperative of the Holy Spirit to do something with our opportunity. Those who hate the Lord will hate you too. Those who love the Lord will love you too. If you leave the Lord’s side he will call for you but will not force you back. Nor will He punish you. For he has given you the Gift of the Power to be Lost. And this wonderous place is the world where the Lost live. We are all lost here. All strangers, ramblers, passers through. All wounded, tainted, and broken. When you force a seven sided star into a square hole you get broken wings. We are all bearing the wound of Cain, of harming our brother beings, doomed to walk the earth for eternity until we return like the prodigal children we are. We have entered into the realm of incarnation, of hunger and meat, to eat our brother beings, to live by death, to kill to eat. A whole where every creature steals his home from another. This is Nature.

Christ says in Heaven the Lion shall lie down with the Lamb. This is a future time, a time after time, a time outside of time, eternity, where Beings do not steal life from other beings. We are in the world of the vampiric. Those who come here are burdened with hunger, with Craving. We all feel the craving. We come here to learn to choose above craving, to consciously choose the angelic path. To freely and without fear or greed become shepherds, the stewards of the universe, heroes of healing.

It is natural that those who are still addicted to the phenomenal plane, to the materialist fantasy – the matrix, become angry and resentful at those who begin to see the wider field of the universe, who begin to see the illusion, and who begin to recognize the higher orders of being and the wider garden of the Lord.

They will sense your mojo, your strength, and your lack of fear, and they will feel a subtle motivation from their base snake natures to knock you down, they will try to bat this away because they are not petty they say, but soon will end up doing it anyway. They are listening to the droning voices of the Archons. The Archons are emergent beings of matter who reason for being is protect the cattle of the vampire gods who feed on the fear-blood produced on their farms of delusion. The Archons are robot assemblages of media complexes, or networked hate-complexes within human lizard stems, or mind-money movement data demi-urges. They are elite life forms that enslave human beings. But they do not have bodies. But they are not spiritual, they are composed of organization structures between brain-process and matter. Fashion is an Archon that keeps cattle entrained in skinny cow parades. Finance is an Archon that keeps them lick-lipping at their abacuses. And so forth. The Archons bodies are composed of fear and greed and vein-networks of cargos, images, or humans.

Only The Strong Of Will Can Abide With The Lord

Sensitive people can hear the Lord, through one of his infinite voices, but the devils voices are louder pushier. So the weak will be pushed around. Those liable to Power will become instruments of Power. Power is a Demi-god. Power is an ancient diety, called Moloch, Saturn, the child-eater. Power feeds on the young. Metaphorically and literally. People activated by fear or lust will belong to the world and live under the law of Power. It consumes the weak and rewards those willing to sacrifice children. Power can be understood as the emergent intelligence of the assemblage of all systems of pressure and exploitation, of all extrinsic valuations in a matrix, the steam like pressures of power flowing through the veins of the world of commerce and ore, or oil and stone, it is enlivened by the consciousness that enlivens all matter, and given ego by its complexity and submerged grudge, that it hides beneath an infinite commitment of collecting, dominating, and squeezing, with a glee that no one acknowledges.

Weak will’s fall to the devil. It is their default. Weak minds and weak characters cannot stand against the onslaught of the devil’s fear tactics, and always end up doing the devil’s bidding, following the scripts received from the the pseudogod’s mainframe of paradigm dissemination.

There is no pressure to follow the Lord, no hellfire that He threatens. The only hellfire is here. The fields of Gehenna are alive and burning. You can see people walking around in them all around. The Savior is trying only to pull you out in a way that will not halt your evolution. We’ve not made it easy for Him, have we?

Many are raving in their misery. Dancing in twists, and twisting further into the entanglement that is the Satanic. It is the entanglement of an impossible mobius mirage that leads to almost but never finding ‘spiritual’ satisfaction in matter. It is an exquisite appearance, a tangled illusion, a pining in knots.

Untangling, feeling the kinship with God and all Beings, letting some inflow from the surface body of Gods being that your folding and twisting has sealed you off from – this is the way of Christ. This is the Way of recognizing All Your Siblings, they are All Being. This is the Holistic way of Being, the Aboriginal way, a mind not so sealed from the Blood of Siblinghood flowing through Universal Being.

Recognize the Sun, the Trees, all creatures, as your Siblings, all humans. But that does not mean to help all beings. In most cases, beings are were they are because of their evolutionary process. The Lord is exposing them to the pressures they need for their bodies, minds and souls to bloom. The Lord may even hang his Chosen on a tree, to bleed and cry out. As Gurdjeiff said, “Blessed is he who has a soul, blessed is he who has none, but woe and grief to him who has it in embryo.” It is a painful process to grow into consciousness, to mature in empathy, to remember in order to forgive. The Pain of Wisdom is a gift from the Lord, fortunately it is not the last gift. The distillate of Wisdom is a tear.

The Lord’s Ways Are Myriad and Mystery

The Lord belongs to no people. The Lord has had different relations with different peoples in different times. From one perspective, it seems that the Lord is evolving. But that is precisely the problem – human perspective. No one can understand the mysteries of the Lord. No one can speak for the Lord. The Lord may yet ask you to try. Hey may ask you to imagine the “impossible”…

No one knows the history of the Lord, or all of His Names.

The Divine Family

The laws and rules of sense that operate in material existence are not the same that describe the Being of the Lord. Self and Other, Parent and Child, do not have the same distinction for the Lord.

The Lord has a Mother. The sweet and soothing sea hair of midnight, the sweet heart of all imaginings, the soft dreamings of all beginnings, these were the wishes of the Holy Mother whose love enlivened the Lord. (How does he have a Mother if he is the first being? Because he is the familial, per se. He – or She, or They, but never it – is Genesis, and Genesis is the familial, legacy. The Yod, He, Vau, He reflects this Father, Mother, Son, Daughter, and the continuum of the vine of life. Out of the Oneness of the Lord, and in reverberation with the Noneness of pure possibility, arises the Divine Family, which resembles a fractal, octaved, complex of holographic harp sequences. The Father and the Mother, and indeed everyone, is a node or structure of consciousness along the fractal of the Divine Vine. The Tetragrammaton, the name of God in the Bible that is never pronounced, means this Vine, the Vine of the Life Blood of Creation.

Perhaps that is why He goes out of His way to aid His own children. But it is foolish to conceive of the Lord having human-like thoughts. In fact it is likely impossible and he needs a room full of nested divine microscopes to grok the scope of a humans issues.

The thing is, we don’t make it easy for Him to help us. Because we too often are fragmented in our wants, and maintain lanes of commerce with the devils who feed our brain stems malware. Because he has given us a gift he would not, could not take back, there is no forcing the medicine down our throats. We are here growing in the garden of will. We are here to become little gods, representatives of the Lord, to become responsible within every chamber of our souls, unto Love, unto the Christ, and the seeing of I in you, and the friendship of the lion and the lamb. To become capable of bearing the power of creation. If you had the power… what would you create? What would your creation serve… after you got comfortable?

Only in becoming filled with the Christ, with Service and Agape, does the vibration of love become an armor around your chest, so the venemous whispers – called in the Middle East Waswas – cannot slip their needles of doubt into your breast. Nothing breaks Holy Magic like doubt. Holy Magic is the casting out of demons, speaking with the spirit siblings, the sisters and brothers of the Road of Christ, in the River of Saints. Holy magic is the Power of Faith which moves mountains. The Mountain moving is a secret of Christian siblinghood. This is the mystery. It is a mystery of magic. If you want to get to the mountain, in the dimension of Faith, the mountain moves for you. It is the mystery of pulling on the other side of space time with a magnet between your eyes.

The Lord is not to be thought of as one thing, a final level. He embodies of all strata, He is a God of octaves. From different rungs of the spiral things appear different, thus different ways appear in the world that lead to the Lord. But not all of them. Many are the ways that lead to the confusion of the satans, or the fruitless womb of Luciferian virtue. Most of the paths you find in the world, the advertised roads to salvation, are in fact roads to one of the pseudogods or archons. But more than one path leads to the Lord also, and every path is like a vine, and vines can die and leave behind curling skeletons, or they can flourish and bloom and yield forth. The Lord is the path of paths, the way of way, and the vine of vine, as He is the genetic intelligence per se, He is continuous through generations and in them, among them.