The Rube's Unified Field Experiment

This is what must die before it kills you. 

INTRODUCTION: Though I address any who are interested this is mainly for people who are trying to kill neurosis (abundant irrational fear manifesting as anger or cowardice to the point where the overthinking damages the mental state*) bred of disorder, bipolar, PTSD, personality disorders, the like. If that is not you, maybe you don’t need this, but don’t shit on those who do. Hopefully I’m not the only person on the planet who isn’t a little bored with the shit-on-everyone-who-isn't-like-me attitude.

This is NOT Christianity, though it should be.

As with everything else occult, which this is, you must not concern yourself with what anyone else is going to think about it. Seriously. Fuck people and what they think. Absolutely do not heed them and they will lose all their steam. Trust me. In time you’ll be presented with much more suitable people and know how to interact with them. It also follows you must not be an asshole and treat everyone (including those you despise, unless they assault you) with respect. Apply stoicism.  

THE EXPERIMENT: Accessing the Unified Field (what the gnostics call God, not intervening, pure consciousness, no ego, the Still Director of the Endless Yarn called Everything and Nothing--the God Who Does is Yaltabaoth*, or Satan as we call him) with yoga in order to dip one’s psychic fingers into the creative energies of the divine, a creative muck, you can think of it that way. When I first started touching on all of this, I thought of it as the Etheric Cobalt, who knows why. I was doing a lot of drugs I don’t do now back then.

5-7 mins thought chant: God the Dreamer

7 reps AH or AUM—doesn’t matter which.

3-5 mins (or more) in the Observer, the left brain. This is what Crowley was talking about when he wrote in his Libri, “achieve NO-THOUGHT”.

ARGUMENT: Science has found some evidence that focusing thought on the divine changes the brain activity. Yogis have been saying this for thousands of years. Science has found there are neurons in the limbic region stimulated by this thought process. As we all know, that’s the emotions. The savvy occultists among you know that the demons of the Goetia are that; the Navagraha, the Anglican choirs of angels…these are alchemical emotional states to be overcome and/or harnessed. In the occult, this harnessing is the monastic conjunction with the HGA or Demon. Here is the “new” science behind this old wisdom.

LINK: The Unified Field

LINK: Neurothology "Theory"

THE METHOD: Assuming you’ve done or know to do the whole strength, flexibility, and asana (posture) builds, in the breathing—strive for your only thought to be God the Dreamer. Sure, you’ll feel stupid for doing it. If you’re new to meditation, the right brain will start trying to tell you what you think of everything you’re doing. “This is dumb, this is cool, I want a Rocketpop, Sally’s a cunt, Jack is a cocksucker and I want to kick him in the nuts, I have work tomorrow, fuck my job, I can’t wait to eat my girlfriend out, holy fuck is he cheating on me, blah blah blah”—ignore that bad business. Go back to God the Dreamer. Use your science mind. This is the Unified Field we’re talking about, THAT is the dreamer. Not some dude with a beard, so get out of that box. This will take practice. If you follow through, you’ll knock 90% of the neurotic overthinker garbage out in 30 days.

The 7 AH or AUM chant will take practice unless you are very strong and very in tune with your body’s movements. If you’re not, figure it out. I did. Listen to your body. You can do it.

In the observer: Again, with the goddamn thoughts it will be. But by now it should be more like, “fuck this feels good dude was right holy shit ow my knee my back fucksake oh this prana shit is starting to feel like breathing jello should I stretch or what”—that sort of crap, maybe, “fuck I want to tell everyone this that or the other I want to make a video big burst of creative”—all these thoughts will happen. Kill them. Think: Stop, observe. Have a ticking clock, a fan. Thought comes, you stop it, and chant observe. When thoughts stream the day long, try, stop, observe. Observe and imagine a seashell sound. Listen for a tick, an electrical hum, there will be something in the air. Further, let this leak into your film watching, music listening. Don’t watch or listen thinking about how much you dig or don’t dig, just watch and listen. No thinking. Observe. That is what it means to observe. There are no words coming from your mind when you are in the Observer. Carry this everywhere and with everything. Marvel at the marked improvement you experience.

Sounds a little sci-fi, mad scientist now, huh? Yeah. That’s why I dig it.

You’ve tried it three times over the course of a week, and you say: “Stop, observe doesn’t work, dude. I try it and my mind turns into Ruby Rhod.”

Well, it’ll take doing. It takes doing, man. Give yourself the leeway for that. Keep telling the Ruby Rhod to shut the fuck up with Stop, Observe. Just that. No fuck off motherfucker or leave me alone, don’t fight the fuck just stop, observe. Until it annoys the fuck out of you. Until you want to rip out the plywood and the sheetrock. At that point smoke a joint and begin again.

30 DAY RESULT: The head is clearer (or are they saying “more clear” these days?) And! Blessedly, my writing has…I’m averaging 3-7k a day on 3 different projects, shifting from one to the other with fluidity I can’t believe I possess. Granted, it could be due to all the yogic experience I have now, being 2 years floundering, 1 year figuring it the fuck out which is what you’re reading in a lot of these treatises. One could argue that. If that is you, maybe go back to the beginning and start there. I guarantee you’ll cut through all the red tape I had to fight against if you do. I mean…there are maybe 100k words in this blog…I read to read 2 million (Jung*, Moore, Freud, Campell, Adler, et al) and write this 100k just to figure it the fuck out…you won’t have to. What can this do for you? Only you can find that out.

If you are doing nothing else, might as well do this. Might as well try. You might go from being a twat with a head full of Neurot and a BMI of 100 to something better. Fuck. How do you know you won’t? Pft. Stop. You don’t know. You have no fucking clue until you try.

OK I guess that’ s it, thanks for following along and putting up with my shit. See you next time.

 

 

Stuff you don’t have to read unless you want to:

ALTERNATE METHOD FOR ATHEISTS: I suppose you could try thinking: The Unified Field or the a like thing of your own device, but when I tried that, I got no result. But try if you like, it may work for you. If it does, I’d be interested to hear about it.

 SOME NOTES: I have begun to, as with everything I present, work this experiment first on myself. 30 days in. The result is fast and amazing. That means fuck all to anyone who isn’t me. I’ll have to achieve financial success if I ever want a square to take me seriously on this account and it is a given that I will and do because yes, they matter much more than people of my stripe care to admit, for without the squares there is nothing because the squares are society, and it doesn’t matter who likes that or not—whoever doesn’t engage with society on a level of understanding and cooperation is fucking themselves whether they admit it or not…most of them don’t. To me, it’s like not wanting to take your business to Wal-Mart. That’s idiotic. You’ll die broke. What, you’re going to kick down Hermes’ door when no one knows who the fuck you are? That’s ludicrous. If you’re selling wares, Wal-Mart is exactly where you want to be and if you want to help the ailments of the spirit, you have to reach the squares.

Besides, if you don’t, they’ll patronize you to death. Smear, baby, smear. Most effective form of black magic, save gaslighting.

* the Rube's definition of neurosis

*For those of you I care about, if you read this and be like, “Fuck, he means me!” Well, I might. I still love you though. And I don’t blame you. We can only evaluate with the criteria we possess, and that is your criteria. You don’t have to change it if you don’t want.to. I merely suggest, never demand. So don’t be mad, puddin’.

*Thank God for Audiobooks because Psychological Types is like 800 pages long. That’s like 20 pounds in your hand.

*ILL-DAH-BU-ATH, if you care.