Reality is organised in this way: There is a circle of the
manifested, the cosmic, the given, the structured. This is the circle of "This
World". Its centre is ordered to the maximum, whilst the order is minimum in the
periphery. The circle of This World has its own strict logic, its own laws and
fixed organisation. It is not always understood by all. But as you move closer
to its center, its pole the general logic grows clearer and clearer. In the
centre the power resides. Not only the political power, but anything total the
power of the physical material laws, the historic tendencies, the fatal vectors
prescribed by the flesh of this world. The name used by Christians for the
absolute bearer of this power is the "Prince of This World", or princeps
hujus mundi in Latin. As a rule, it is identified as the devil.
World may also be named the System. The circle of the system. The left
extremists often equated it to "fascism" or Auschwitz. This World projects its
power on all levels inherent in the constitution of the beings that happen to be
involved therein. Whether we come into the world as human beings, animals,
insects, plants or things, we inevitably find ourselves under the yoke of the
System's total power. It establishes morality, identifies the standards, sets up
the laws, determines what and how you should do, where and how you should live,
when and how you should die. This World has its own geography, its own
integrity, its own logic, and its own fate. It wants to appear as the only one
and compulsory for all. It desires to pass off its system as the only possible
one, its principles as the universal directives, with no alternatives available.
This World is also called the "Old World", its law the "Old Law", and its
inhabitants the "Old Creatures". The "Old Prince" is in the centre. The reality
is circulating between the System's center and the periphery. When moving away
from the centre the reality falls to fragments, loses its ordered structure,
suffers, disintegrates, becomes distorted, decays, grows poor, degrades, loses
its might, force, power, prosperity and fortune. When approaching the centre the
reality grows ordered, reinforced, normal, it comes to participate in the power
of the Old Prince and obtains might. This movement under the influence of the
two forces centrifugal and centripetal is the only substance of the "Old
Existence", the "being within the System". The System itself is forever
changing, though its essential property remains intact.
uniqueness, lack of alternative, inevitability of the ontological Auschwitz are
all lies. There is or there may be another circle. It is the "New World", "New
Heaven and New Earth", "New Life" of Dante, "New Adam", "New Existence", "New
Order". Where and how can we find it?
Anywhere but within the System. It
lacks a point to serve as a passage to the New Existence. It just could not have
such a point. However, there are two limits that verge on the absence of the
System. And this is close to what we are after. The first limit is the centre.
It has no illusory dimension. The power possesses a magic gift, it places a
creature one foot on the shaky ground of the beyond. That is why the power is so
breath-taking. The System's absolute centre displays its fictitious nature, the
falsity of its alleged uniqueness. The master comes into direct contact with the
Prince of This World, knows its breath, and the sinister odor of its presence.
Getting in touch with this black mystery opens up the paradoxical opportunity of
taking a look over the Usurper's shoulder. Another light is shining there. The
mystery of the regal power is one of the most profound and terrifying
The second limit is the utmost periphery. The substance of
existence becomes thin as a transparent membrane. The disintegrated fragments
subsist independently. The bodies, feelings, thoughts, ideas and objects turn
into a sieve. Microbes grow into giants, dimensions shrink like a shriveled
peel. The heaven rolls up and finds room in the palm. Strange as it may seem, he
who steps over the ultimate boundary will meet the same creature as the Supreme
Master will. The same dark silhouette, the same "lullaby" awkward gestures, the
same black on black shoulders, waxen hands, with one foot slightly dragging. And
the brilliance of the "New Light" again. From behind his
Something you can neither remember nor
You are on the periphery of a different world. Among the
fragments, separate crystals of a mosaic to be put together, within the inferior
class, without any status or rights so far, grieved and horrified by what has
happened. Who are you? Where are you? You can remember nothing. What has
happened to you? Name...? Something is running through your mind and away. This
light blinds you; you need darkness.
What new feelings...?
it burning in the shoulder-blade?
Proof-reading: Troy Southgate