Tara Carreon, American Buddha Online Librarian wrote:

David Lindsay's "A Voyage to Arcturus" is a smorgasbord of fascist ideas and subliminal injury, guided by a personality called Krag ...

"They say that when the world was born, Krag was born with it -- a spirit compounded of those vestiges of Muspel which Shaping did not know how to transform. Thereafter nothing has gone right with the world, for he dogs Shaping's footsteps everywhere, and whatever the latter does, he undoes. To love he joins death; to sex, shame; to intellect, madness; to virtue, cruelty; and to fair exteriors, bloody entrails. These are Krag's actions, so the lovers of the world call him 'devil.' They don't understand, Maskull, that without him the world would lose its beauty." -- David Lindsay, "A Voyage to Arcturus

who definitely does not make the world beautiful, but definitely does make it horrific.  (To hell with this dualistic devil propaganda that 'without evil there could not be good'!)  Starring Maskull (Mask Skull),

and a gang of fascist characters, including an androgyne who wears a turban that hides an organ (most likely a third eye, since everyone else has them -- the Illuminati are really into Indian tantra), this is one of the core Illuminati stories they intend to tell us until the end of time.  You can find parts of it in almost every movie that comes out of Mafia Hollywood.  The most outrageous thing is that they would sell it to us as our dreams. 

Labyrinth, directed by Jim Henson

These are not our dreams, but Illuminati lies. 

I mean, don't you just love this?  "We mustn't inquire whether the destination of single-minded men is as a rule worth arriving at."  This guy plays us all for suckers.  Especially in the hidden homosexual imagery.  They're licking and sucking, up and down and sideways, in and out of holes, and you probably think you're climbing a mountain, watching the clouds move across the sky!  'You're so gullible, McFly!' 

An outline of these fascist ideas, illuminated -- I mean darkened -- with passages from the book, follows.

(1) Aristocracy & Wealth

Batman Returns, directed by Tim Burton

·        Faull, the South American merchant; Prior, the prosperous City coffee importer; and Lang, the stockjobber …

·        Mrs. Jameson is in the drawing room, sitting by the open pianoforte, her small, tight, patrician features and porcelain-like hands …

·        Kent-Smith, the ex-magistrate …

·        Professor Halbert, the eminent psychologist, author and lecturer on crime, insanity, genius, and so forth …

·        Mrs. Trent was most expensively attired …

·        Both men were dressed in tweeds …

·        He called to the servant, and in obedience to his master's order …

·        "Do you smoke?" drawled Faull.  Then will you take a drink?  Flicking his cigar into the fire, he got up and helped himself to whisky. Coffee, liqueurs, and cigarettes were now brought in.

·        A sumptuous carpet covered the floor …

·        The temple scene in The Magic Flute was then exposed, the gigantic seated statue of the Pharaoh …

·        Mozart's "temple" music pulsated through the air …

·        “The start takes place from the top.”

·         “Bare your arm too, you aristocrat of the universe.  Let us see what your blood is made of.”

(2) Rome

·        "But this is Roman magnificence."

(3) Occultism / Mysticism

·        “Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to witness a materialisation. That means you will see something appear in space that was not previously there. At first it will appear as a vaporous form, but finally it will be a solid body, which anyone present may feel and handle -- and, for example, shake hands with. For this body will be in the human shape. It will be a real man or woman -- which, I can't say -- but a man or woman without known antecedents. If, however, you demand from me an explanation of the origin of this materialised form -- here it comes from, whence the atoms and molecules composing its tissues are derived -- I am unable to satisfy you. I am about to produce the phenomenon; if anyone can explain it to me afterward, I shall be very grateful.... That is all I have to say.'

(4) Alcohol

·        Best of all, in the dining-room cupboard, he came across an uncorked bottle of first-class Scotch whisky.  There being no milk, whisky took the place of it; the nearly black tea was mixed with an equal quantity of the spirit. Of this concoction Maskull drank cup after cup, and long after the tongue had disappeared he was still imbibing.

(5) Blood Purity

·        “But now we must exchange blood. It must be so. Your blood is far too thick and heavy for our world. Until you have an infusion of mine, you will never get up.”  She made a careful, deep incision on her upper arm.  It was not red blood, but a milky, opalescent fluid. “Where have you come from, with this awful blood? … The blood is clearly unsuitable for this world … I feel polluted … It's because you are still impure … Yes, I wish to be pure. Without that what can I ever be but a weak, squirming devil? … For purity … A strange man has come to us weighed down with heavy blood. He wishes to be pure. Let him know the meaning of love … Our blood is quick and light and free, our flesh is clean and unclogged, inside and out.”

·        Her husband's skin, on face and body alike, was so white, fresh, and soft, that it scarcely looked skin at all.  It rather resembled a new kind of pure, snowy flesh, extending right down to his bones.  It was obviously the manifestation of a cold and almost cruel chastity of nature. His hair, which fell to the nape of his neck, also was white.

(6) Overpopulation / Breeding

·        Maskull was on the point of inquiring whether she had any children. “What need is there? Is not the whole world full of lovely children? Why should I want selfish possessions? … I love that beast, but if I had children of my own, would I still love it? Which is best -- to love two or three, or to love all?

·        Then he witnessed an astonishing sight. A large and fully developed plant-animal appeared suddenly in front of him, out of empty space. He could not believe his eyes, but stared at the creature for a long time in amazement. It went on calmly moving and burrowing before him, as though it had been there all its life. Giving up the puzzle, Maskull resumed his striding from rock to rock up the gorge, and then, quietly and without warning, the same phenomenon occurred again. No longer could he doubt that he was seeing miracles -- that Nature was precipitating its shapes into the world without making use of the medium of parentage. 

·        As he continued staring into those strange, archaic eyes, he had an intuitive feeling that aer lover was no other than Shaping himself. It came to him that the design of this love was not the continuance of the race but the immortality on earth of the individual. No children were produced by the act; the lover aerself was the eternal child. Further, ae sought like a man, but received like a woman.

·        A child cannot lead a thunderstorm.

(7) Misogyny

Batman Returns, directed by Tim Burton

·        He was used to such receptions at the hands of the sex.

·        Her skin was not of a dead, opaque colour, like that of an earth beauty.

·        “Promise this -- never to raise your hand against a living creature, either to strike, pluck, or eat, without first recollecting its mother, who suffered for it.”

·        “You won't think badly of other women on my account?”

·        “I would try to convert my women's organs into men's organs. It is a man's country.”

·        “Listen, then. I wish to start a new existence in your body. I wish to be a male. I see it isn't worth while being a woman.”

·        “I shall tie his body and mine together, and give them a common funeral in the burning lake.”

·        “A woman's life is over at twenty-five.”

·        “These are masculine mysteries.”

·        “A daughter of the despised sex.”

·        “On what grounds do they reject women?” … “Inasmuch as a woman has ideal love, and cannot live for herself. Love for another is pleasure for the loved one, and therefore injurious to him.”

·        “Forgive me, Spadevil, if I am still feminine.” … “Right has no sex. So long, Tydomin, as you remember that you are a woman, so long you will not enter into divine apathy of soul.”

·        "I have always regarded myself as a man." ... "Very likely you have; but the test is, do you hate and fear women?"

·        "In other parts of the world there is soft passion, but in Lichstorm there is hard passion." ... "But what do you call hard passion?" ... "Where men are called to women by pain, and not pleasure."

·        "They really are male stones. There is nothing female in them; they are showering out male sparks all the time. These sparks devour all the female particles rising from the earth.”

·        "Now explain further about your women, Haunte."... "They are deadly." ... "Deadly? In what way can they possibly be deadly?" ... "You will learn. I was watching you in the boat, Maskull. You had some bad feelings, eh?" ... "I don't conceal it. There were times when I felt as if I were struggling with a nightmare. What caused it?" ... "The female atmosphere of Lichstorm. Sexual passion.  Nature tickles your people into marriage, but it tortures us. 

·        “What she will give you, and what you'll accept from her, because you can't help it, is -- anguish, insanity, possibly death."

·        “Shall I tell you what love is, Maskull? Love between male and female is impossible. When Maskull loves a woman, it is Maskull's female ancestors who are loving her. But here in this land the men are pure males. They have drawn nothing from the female side.” 

·        “The life of an absolute male is fierce. An excess of life is dangerous to the body. How can it be anything else than torturing?"

·        “She is not a woman, but a mass of pure sex.

·        “Your passion will draw her out into human shape, but only for a moment. If the change were permanent, you would have endowed her with a soul."

·        Maskull did not imagine that she had intelligence enough to speak.

·        She suffered him quietly; but the instant lips met lips the second time, he fell backward with a startled cry, as though he had come in contact with an electric wire. The back of his head struck the ground, and he lay there motionless.  The man was dead.  The momentary intelligence had vanished from her face, and she was again smiling.

·        Maskull watched her senseless, smiling face, and shivered. "She looks like an evil spirit filled with deadliness.  It was like deliberately kissing lightning."

·        "The quest is grand. But cannot women see that light?" ... "On one condition," said Corpang. "They must forget their sex. Womanhood and love belong to life, while Muspel is above life."

·        "A magnanimous female lover is new in my experience."

·        “We mustn't inquire whether the destination of single-minded men is as a rule worth arriving at."

·        “You at least have no cause to look up to women."

·        Sullenbode sank up to her waist in a pit of slime.

·        He flew toward her, and bent over her body. His worst fears were realised. Life had departed. Beneath its coating of mud, her face bore the vulgar, ghastly Crystalman grin, but Maskull saw nothing of it. She had never appeared so beautiful to him as at that moment."       

(Maskull) Main Entry: 1 mas•cu•line Function: adjective Etymology: Middle English masculin, from Latin masculinus, from masculus, noun, male, diminutive of mas male 1 a : MALE b : having qualities appropriate to or usually associated with a man 2 : of, relating to, or constituting the gender that ordinarily includes most words or grammatical forms referring to males 3 a : having or occurring in a stressed final syllable b : having the final chord occurring on a strong beat.

(8) Murder

Lady Jane, directed by Trevor Nunn

·        “How do you remove husbands in Ifdawn?” … “Either you or I must kill him.  It is the too-sad truth.”

·        He fell on top of him with all his bulk. Grasping his throat, he pulled his little head completely around, so that the neck was broken.

·        “And you must die,” said Maskull, in an awful voice. “You must die, and I must kill you. Because I am awake, and for no other reason. You blood-stained dancing mistress!'

·        “It is just as well if we have some way to walk. I shall grow calmer, and that's what I want. I wish you to understand that what is going to happen is not a murder, but an execution.”

·        The huge stone hurtled through the air. Its flight looked like a dark shadow. It struck Spadevil full in the face, crushing his features, and breaking his neck. He died instantaneously.  He panted, and raised the second stone. She placed herself in front of Spadevil's body, and stood there, unsmiling and cold. The blow caught her between breast and chin, and she fell. Maskull went to her, and, kneeling on the ground, half-raised her in his arms. There she breathed out her last sighs.

·        He had been labouring under a series of heavy enchantments. First Oceaxe had enslaved him, then Tydomin, then Spadevil, and lastly Catice. They had forced him to murder and violate.

·        "It seems as if I shall add one more to my murders, before I have finished."

·        "I smell murder in the air," exclaimed Krag, pretending to sniff. "But whose?"

(9) Law and Lawlessness

·        “Life on a new planet, Maskull, is necessarily energetic and lawless, and not sedate and imitative. Nature is still fluid -- not yet rigid -- and matter is plastic.”

·        “I have made it a rigid law.”

·        He had the appearance of a lawgiver.

·        Haunte smiled sarcastically. "A secret in your ear, Maskull. All laws are female. A true male is an outlaw -- outside the law."

·        "Men who live by laws and rules are parasites. Others shed their strength to bring these laws out of nothing into the light of day, but the law-abiders live at their ease -- they have conquered nothing for themselves."

·        “With all those people, confusion would result but for orderly laws, and therefore the laws are of iron. As adventure would be impossible without encroaching on these laws, there is no longer any spirit of adventure among the Earthmen. Everything is safe, vulgar, and completed."

(10) Nietzschean Ideas of Immorality

·        “He that is not more than a man is nothing.”

·        “Where have you now come from?” … “From brooding, Maskull. Out of no other mother can truth be born. I have brooded, and rejected; and I have brooded again. Now, after many months' absence from Sant, the truth at last shines forth for me in its simple splendour, like an upturned diamond.”

·        “What is the Trifork?” … “The stem, Maskull, is hatred of pleasure. The first fork is disentanglement from the sweetness of the world. The second fork is power over those who still writhe in the nets of illusion. The third fork is the healthy glow of one who steps into ice-cold water.”

·        “The individual spirit that lives and wishes to live is mean and corrupt-natured.”

·        “When he saw that death could not be staved off longer he determined to destroy himself. He gathered his friends around him; not from vanity, but that they might see to what lengths the human soul can go in its perpetual warfare with the voluptuous body. Standing erect, without support, he died by withholding his breath.”

·        “Beware of love -- beware of emotion!  Love is but pleasure once removed. Think not of pleasing others, but of serving them.”

·        “Do not fear change and destruction; but laughter and joy.”

·        "Say, is there a filthier sight than a smashed pleasure?"

(11) Homosexuality

Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii, Directors Cut, directed by Adrian Maben

·        “Do we strip?” … “Naturally.” … “New pleasure organs possible, Maskull. You like that?” … Krag dropped onto the floor and rolled around on his back, kicking his legs in the air. He tried to drag Maskull down on top of him, and a little horseplay went on between the two.  Nightspore walked to and fro, like a hungry caged animal.

·        “His beauty was more tormenting than yours, Oceaxe.”

·        “Is love such a manly sport, then? I should have thought it effeminate.”

·        The phaen gazed at him with queer, ancient eyes, and smiled again.

·        Then Maskull saw that they were statues. Each was about thirty feet high, and the workmanship was of the rudest. They represented naked men.

·        They began to mount.

·        Still mounting, but this time with a forward motion.

·        A gigantic peak, glittering with green ice, showed itself for a few seconds, and was then swallowed up again.

·        Upward, downward, and on both sides, it faded imperceptibly into the night.

·        "There are marvellous philosophers in your underground hole."

·        Their action against each other sent thrills throughout his body.

·        All possessed the extraordinary hanging caps that characterised the Lichstorm range.

·        These caps were of fantastic shapes, and each one was different.

·        "So we are to have lovemaking," said Maskull, laughing .... "Perhaps you won't find it so joyous," replied Corpang a little grimly.

(12) Androgyny

Satyricon, directed by Federico Fellini

·        “If you were to regard nature as the husband, and Panawe as the wife, Maskull, perhaps everything would be explained.”

·        “I was a prodigy -- that is to say, I was without sex.”

·        “Every man and woman among us is a walking murderer. If a male, he has struggled with and killed the female who was born in the same body with him -- if a female, she has killed the male. But in this child the struggle is still continuing.”

·        A delightful, springlike sense of rising sap, of quickening pulses of love, adventure, mystery, beauty, femininity, took possession of his being, and, strangely enough, he identified it with the monster.

·        A voice called out to him from behind, and, turning around, he saw a human figure hastening toward him from some distance down the ravine. It looked more like a man than a woman. He was rather tall, but nimble, and was clothed in a dark, frocklike garment that reached from the neck to below the knees. Around his head was rolled a turban. Maskull waited for him, and when he was nearer went a little way to meet him. Then he experienced another surprise, for this person, although clearly a human being, was neither man nor woman, nor anything between the two, but was unmistakably of a third positive sex, which was remarkable to behold and difficult to understand. In order to translate into words the sexual impression produced in Maskull's mind by the stranger's physical aspect, it is necessary to coin a new pronoun, for none in earthly use would be applicable. Instead of "he," "she," or "it," therefore "ae" will be used. He found himself incapable of grasping at first why the bodily peculiarities of this being should strike him as springing from sex, and not from race, and yet there was no doubt about the fact itself. Body, face, and eyes were absolutely neither male nor female, but something quite different. Just as one can distinguish a man from a woman at the first glance by some indefinable difference of expression and atmospheres altogether apart from the contour of the figure, so the stranger was separated in appearance from both. As with men and women, the whole person expressed a latent sensuality, which gave body and face alike their peculiar character.

·        Maskull decided that it was love -- but what love -- love for whom? It was neither the shame-carrying passion of a male, nor the deep-rooted instinct of a female to obey her destiny. It was as real and irresistible as these, but quite different.

·        Aer sensuality was solitary, but vulgar -- it was like the heroism of a lonely nature, pursuing animal aims with untiring persistence.

·        “A phaen's body contains the whole of life, a man's body contains only the half of life -- the other half is in woman.”

·        “It seems to me he must have a most paradoxical nature.”

·        "Moreover, when life becomes split into halves, something else has dropped out of it -- something that belongs only to the whole. Between your love and mine there is no comparison.”

·        A beardless youth of twenty years. It possessed the beauty of a girl and the daring force of a man; it bore a mocking, cryptic smile. Maskull felt the fresh, mysterious thrill of mingled pain and rapture of one who awakes from a deep sleep in midwinter and sees the gleaming, dark, delicate colours of the half-dawn. The vision smiled, kept still, and looked beyond him. He began to shudder, with delight -- and many emotions. As he gazed, his poetic sensibility acquired such a nervous and indefinable character that he could endure it no more; he burst into tears.

·        “There are men there, and there are women there, but there are no men-women, as with you."

(13) Nihilism / Suicide

Seven (7) Faces of Dr. Lao, directed by George Pal

·        “From the old observatory at Starkness. Have you heard of the famous Starkness Observatory, Maskull?”

·        “What is greater than Pleasure?” … “Pain, for pain drives out pleasure.” … “What is greater than Pain?” … “Love, because we will accept our loved one's share of pain.” … “But what is greater than Love?” … “Nothing, Slofork.” … “And what is Nothing?” … “There's another world -- not Shaping's and there all this is unknown, and another order of things reigns. That world we call Nothing -- but it is not Nothing, but Something.”

·        Before I realised what he was doing, he jumped tranquilly from the path, down into the empty void.

·        Maskull caught hold of her with his third hand. “Listen to me, while I try to describe what I'm feeling. When I saw that landslip, everything I have heard about the last destruction of the world came into my mind. It seemed to me as if I were actually witnessing it, and that the world were really falling to pieces. Then, where the land was, we now have this empty, awful gulf -- that's to say, nothing -- and it seems to me as if our life will come to the same condition, where there was something there will be nothing. But that terrible blue glare on the opposite side is exactly like the eye of fate. It accuses us, and demands what we have made of our life, which is no more. At the same time, it is grand and joyful. The joy consists in this -- that it is in our power to give freely what will later on be taken from us by force.”

·        “Hatred is passion, and all passion springs from the dark fires of self.”

·        “At this moment the world with its sweetness seems to me a sort of charnel house. I feel a loathing for everything in it, including myself. I know no more.”

·        “Why do men go on living in this soft, shameful world, when they can kill themselves?”

·        "Since I've come out of that forest, a change has come over me, and I see things differently. Everything here looks much more solid and real in my eyes than in other places so much so that I can't entertain the least doubt of its existence. It not only looks real, it is real -- and on that I would stake my life.... But at the same time that it's real, it is false.” … “Like a dream?” … “'No -- not at all like a dream, and that's just what I want to explain. This world of yours -- and perhaps of mine too, for that matter -- doesn't give me the slightest impression of a dream, or an illusion, or anything of that sort. I know it's really here at this moment, and it's exactly as we're seeing it, you and I. Yet it's false. It's false in this sense, Polecrab. Side by side with it another world exists, and that other world is the true one, and this one is all false and deceitful, to the very core. And so it occurs to me that reality and falseness are two words for the same thing.”

·        “I'm a fisherman.  I live by killing, and so does everybody. This life seems to me all wrong. So maybe life of any kind is wrong, and Surtur's world is not life at all, but something else.”

·        “Ask the dead, and not a living man.”

·        “So strong is my sense of the untruth of this present life, that it may come to my putting an end to myself.”

·        "We are each of us living in a false, private world of our own, a world of dreams and appetites and distorted perceptions. By embracing the great world we certainly lose nothing in truth and reality.”

·        While he was still looking, lost in amazement, the starry network went out suddenly like an extinguished flame. Where the crustacean had stood, there was nothing. Yet through this "nothing" he could not see the landscape. Something was standing there that intercepted the light, though it possessed neither shape, colour, nor substance. And now the object, which could no longer be perceived by vision, began to be felt by emotion. A delightful, springlike sense of rising sap, of quickening pulses of love, adventure, mystery, beauty, femininity -- took possession of his being, and, strangely enough, he identified it with the monster. Why that invisible brute should cause him to feel young, sexual, and audacious, he did not ask himself, for he was fully occupied with the effect. But it was as if flesh, bones, and blood had been discarded, and he were face to face with naked Life itself, which slowly passed into his own body.

·        Faceny is of this nature. He faces Nothingness in all directions. He has no back and no sides, but is all face; and this face is his shape. It must necessarily be so, for nothing else can exist between him and Nothingness. His face is all eyes, for he eternally contemplates Nothingness. He draws his inspirations from it; in no other way could he feel himself. For the same reason, phaens and even men love to be in empty places and vast solitudes, for each one is a little Faceny."

·        "Thoughts flow perpetually from Faceny's face backward. Since his face is on all sides, however, they flow into his interior. A draught of thought thus continuously flows from Nothingness to the inside of Faceny, which is the world. The thoughts become shapes, and people the world. This outer world, therefore, which is lying all around us, is not outside at all, as it happens, but inside. The visible universe is like a gigantic stomach, and the real outside of the world we shall never see."

"Round needle of Rahula can create eclipse of sun and moon simultaneously.
Provide prana dot by putting together mixing and melting.
Bind the world with a single strand of horsehair from Maestoso Drala.
Make the universe murky white
And feed the six realms with honey and milk through the straws of
porcupines' quills."
Mixed Grill Dharma Served with Burgundy or Ground Mahamudra 1980 Vintage:  The Elegant Feast of Timeless Accuracy, by Chogyam Trungpa 

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 Main Entry: fas·cism
Function: noun
Etymology: Italian fascismo, from fascio bundle, fasces, group, from Latin fascis bundle & fasces fasces
1 often capitalized : a political philosophy, movement, or regime (as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition
2 : a tendency toward or actual exercise of strong autocratic or dictatorial control

·        Leehallfae's body had disappeared. "What does this mean -- what has happened?” ... “The body has returned to whence it came. There was nowhere here for it to be, so it has vanished. No burial will be required.”

·        The phaen belonged, body and soul, to the outside, visible world -- to Faceny. This underworld is not Faceny's world, but Thire's, and Faceny's creatures cannot breathe its atmosphere. As this applies not only to whole bodies, but even to the last particles of bodies, the phaen has dissolved into Nothingness."

·        "Love is that which is perfectly willing to disappear and become nothing, for the sake of the beloved."

·        "The great point is you are quitting this futile world."

·        "I have lost my will; I feel as if some foul tumour had been scraped away, leaving me clean and free.  I understand nothing, except that I have no self any more."

·        It seemed to Nightspore that the green atoms were not only being danced about against their will but were suffering excruciating shame and degradation in consequence.

·        It appeared as if the whirls of white light, which were the individuals, and plainly showed themselves beneath the enveloping bodies, were delighted with existence and wished only to enjoy it, but the green corpuscles were in a condition of eternal discontent, yet, blind and not knowing which way to turn for liberation, kept changing form, as though breaking a new path, by way of experiment. Whenever the old grotesque became metamorphosed into the new grotesque, it was in every case the direct work of the green atoms, trying to escape toward Muspel, but encountering immediate opposition. These subdivided sparks of living, fiery spirit were hopelessly imprisoned in a ghastly mush of soft pleasure. They were being effeminated and corrupted -- that is to say, absorbed in the foul, sickly enveloping forms.

·        All thoughts of Self -- the corruption of his life on Earth -- were scorched out of Nightspore's soul, perhaps not for the first time.

·        "I have set myself against the Infinite," muttered Maskull. Suddenly his chaos of passions sprang together, and a wonderful idea swept through his whole being, accompanied by the intensest joy. "Why, Gangnet -- I am nothing."

(14) Death Cult / Skull & Bones

Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii, Directors Cut, directed by Adrian Maben

·        The guests were unutterably shocked to observe that its expression had changed from the mysterious but fascinating smile to a vulgar, sordid, bestial grin, which cast a cold shadow of moral nastiness into every heart. The transformation was accompanied by a sickening stench of the graveyard.

·        All was quiet as the tomb.

·        “You will meet death, Maskull.  Ask me no more questions.”

·        In the moment of death Crimtyphon's face had undergone a startling and even shocking alteration. Its personal character had wholly vanished, giving place to a vulgar, grinning mask which expressed nothing.”

·        “Who can doubt now that our death is close at hand?”

·        “They say that when the world was born, Krag was born with it -- a spirit compounded of those vestiges of Muspel which Shaping did not know how to transform. Thereafter nothing has gone right with the world, for he dogs Shaping's footsteps everywhere, and whatever the latter does, he undoes. To love he joins death; to sex, shame; to intellect, madness; to virtue, cruelty; and to fair exteriors, bloody entrails. These are Krag's actions, so the lovers of the world call him 'devil.' They don't understand, Maskull, that without him the world would lose its beauty.

·        “Did you imagine beauty to be pleasant?  To see beauty in its terrible purity, you must tear away the pleasure from it.”

·        Something white was shining.  “It can be nothing else than one of those skeletons Polecrab talked about. And look -- there is another one over there!” And when in the course of their walk he saw the innumerable human bones, from gleaming white to dirty yellow, lying scattered about, as if it were a naked graveyard among the hills, he agreed with her, and fell into a sombre mood.

·        “Don't stand and argue, but go away. It is no pleasure to me to people the island with corpses. They corrupt the air, and do nothing else.”

·        Without becoming stale or unpleasant, it grew cold, clear and refined, and somehow suggested austere and tomblike thoughts. The daylight disappeared at the first bend in the tunnel. After that, Maskull could not say where the light came from. The air itself must have been luminous, for though it was as light as full moon on Earth, neither he nor Leehallfae cast a shadow. Another peculiarity of the light was that both the walls of the tunnel and their own bodies appeared colourless. Everything was black and white, like a lunar landscape. This intensified the solemn, funereal feelings created by the atmosphere.

·        Fire flashed in his heart. Millions upon millions of grotesque, vulgar, ridiculous, sweetened individuals -- once Spirit -- were calling out from their degradation and agony for salvation from Muspel.

(15) Religion / Monotheism

Black Orpheus, directed by Marcel Camus

·        “It is right for man to pray.  Good and evil in the world don't originate from nothing. God and Devil must exist. And we should pray to the one, and fight the other.”

·        “Crystalman tries to turn all things into one, and that whichever way his shapes march, in order to escape from him, they find themselves again face to face with Crystalman, and are changed into new crystals. But that this marching of shapes (which we call 'forking') springs from the unconscious desire to find Surtur, but is in the opposite direction to the right one.  For Surtur's world does not lie on this side of the one, which was the beginning of life, but on the other side; and to get to it we must repass through the one. But this can only be by renouncing our self-life, and reuniting ourselves to the whole of Crystalman's world. And when this has been done, it is only the first stage of the journey; though many good men imagine it to be the whole journey.

·        He comprehended at last how the whole world of will was doomed to eternal anguish in order that one Being might feel joy.

(16) Power of the Word / Negative Invocations

·        Maskull (Mask Skull)

·        Nightspore (Night Spore)

·        Poolingdred (Pooling Dread)

·        Blodsombre (Blood Sombre)

·        Broodvial (Brood Vile / Brood Vial)

·        Tormance (Torments)

·        Womb Flash

·        Sinking Sea

·        Branchspell

·        Alppain (All Pain)

·        Ulfire (All Fire)

·        Muspel (Must Spell)

·        Gleameil (Gleam Ill)

·        Teargeld (Tear Geld)

·        Lichstorm (Lick Storm)

·        Disscourn (Diss Scorn)

·        Polecrab

·        Irontick (Iron Tick)

·        Earthrid (Earth Rid)

·        Phaens (Feigns) (Fawn) (Pagans)

Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii, Director's Cut

·        Ale Phaens (Drunken Liars)

Dionysus, by Rachel Gross and Dale Grote

·        Sullenbode (Sullen Abode)

·        Haunte (Haunt)

·        Mornstab Pass (Mourn Stab Pass)

·        Jale (Jail)

·        Gangnet (Gang Net)

·        He was a naked stranger in a huge, foreign, mystical world, and whichever way he turned, unknown and threatening forces were glaring at him. The gigantic, white, withering Branchspell, the awful, body-changing Alppain, the beautiful, deadly, treacherous sea, the dark and eerie Swaylone's Island, the spirit-crushing forest out of which he had just escaped -- to all these mighty powers, surrounding him on every side, what resources had he, a feeble, ignorant traveller to oppose, from a tiny planet on the other side of space, to avoid being utterly destroyed?

(17) Illuminati Sun Worship

Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii, Directors Cut, directed by Adrian Maben

·        A light burst in upon him like the rising of the sun.

·        Light that goes back to its source.

·        He confided in his star.

·        Then this blood began to change too. Instead of a continuous liquid stream, Maskull perceived that it was composed of a million individual points. The red colour had been an illusion caused by the rapid motion of the points; he now saw clearly that they resembled minute suns in their scintillating brightness. They seemed like a double drift of stars, streaming through space.

·        Out of the blackness of space a gigantic head and chest emerged, illuminated by a mystic, rosy glow, like a mountain peak bathed by the rising sun.

·        “Can you find time to think of sunlight?” asked Corpang with a rough smile. “I love the sun, and perhaps I'm rather lacking in the spirit of a zealot.”

·        “These trees don't fear Alppain, so why should you? Alppain is a wonderful, life-bringing sun.  When you see Alppain itself, it will reign supreme, and there will be no more struggling of wills inside you."

·        "So gay, feminine, and dawnlike was the illumination, that Maskull's spirits immediately started to rise, although he did not wish it.

·        "There is Alppain!" said Gangnet, touching his arm. The deep, glowing disk of the blue sun peeped above the sea. Maskull was struck to silence. He was hardly so much looking, as feeling. His emotions were unutterable. His soul seemed too strong for his body. The great blue orb rose rapidly out of the water, like an awful eye watching him.  It shot above the sea with a bound, and Alppain's day commenced.

(18) Schizophrenia / Duality

Batman Returns, directed by Tim Burton

·        The star, which to the naked eye appeared as a single yellow point of light, now became clearly split into two bright but minute suns, the larger of which was still yellow, while its smaller companion was a beautiful blue. But this was not all. Apparently circulating around the yellow sun was a comparatively small and hardly distinguishable satellite, which seemed to shine, not by its own, but by reflected light.

·        "There are two sets of three primary colours here, produced by the two suns. Branchspell produces blue, yellow, and red; Alppain, ulfire, blue, and jale."

·        These subdivided sparks of living, fiery spirit were hopelessly imprisoned in a ghastly mush of soft pleasure. They were being effeminated and corrupted -- that is to say, absorbed in the foul, sickly enveloping forms.

·        A flood of fierce light -- but it was not light, but passion -- was streaming all the time from Muspel to the Shadow, and through it. When, however, it emerged on the other side, which was the sphere, the light was altered in character. It became split, as by a prism, into the two forms of life which he had previously seen -- the green corpuscles and the whirls. What had been fiery spirit but a moment ago was now a disgusting mass of crawling, wriggling individuals, each whirl of pleasure-seeking will having, as nucleus, a fragmentary spark of living green fire. Nightspore recollected the back rays of Starkness, and it flashed across him with the certainty of truth that the green sparks were the back rays, and the whirls the forward rays, of Muspel. The former were trying desperately to return to their place of origin, but were overpowered by the brute force of the latter, which wished only to remain where they were. The individual whirls were jostling and fighting with, and even devouring, each other. This created pain, but, whatever pain they felt, it was always pleasure that they sought. Sometimes the green sparks were strong enough for a moment to move a little way in the direction of Muspel; the whirls would then accept the movement, not only without demur, but with pride and pleasure, as if it were their own handiwork -- but they never saw beyond the Shadow, they thought that they were travelling toward it. The instant the direct movement wearied them, as contrary to their whirling nature, they fell again to killing, dancing, and loving.

·        The spirit stream from Muspel flashed with complexity and variety. It was not below individuality, but above it. It was not the One, or the Many, but something else far beyond either. It approached Crystalman, and entered his body -- if that bright mist could be called a body. It passed right through him, and the passage caused him the most exquisite pleasure. The Muspel-stream was Crystalman's food. The stream emerged from the other side on to the sphere, in a double condition. Part of it reappeared intrinsically unaltered, but shivered into a million fragments. These were the green corpuscles. In passing through Crystalman they had escaped absorption by reason of their extreme minuteness. The other part of the stream had not escaped. Its fire had been abstracted, its cement was withdrawn, and, after being fouled and softened by the horrible sweetness of the host, it broke into individuals, which were the whirls of living will.

(19) Destiny

Waking Life, directed by Richard Linklater

·        He felt that his destiny was in some way bound up with this gigantic, far-distant sun.

·        “There has been no danger, for our destinies lie elsewhere.” 

(20) The North

·        Within sight of the North Sea.

·        Alppain had set, but the whole northern sky was plunged into the minor key by its afterlight.

·        “I have an infallible rule, Corpang. As I come from the south, I always go due north.”

·        “When the wind blows from the north it comes as far as Threal.” ... “It's a sort of fog, then?” ... “A peculiar sort, for they say it excites the sexual passions.” 

(21) Forever Elsewhere Place

·        “What is this faraway other world of which you say "This is so -- this is not so?" How happens it that you alone of all my creatures have knowledge of it?”  But Hator spat at his feet, and said, “You lie, Shaping. All have knowledge of it. You, with your pretty toys, alone obscure it from our view.”

·        “This world of yours -- and perhaps of mine too, for that matter -- doesn't give me the slightest impression of a dream, or an illusion, or anything of that sort. I know it's really here at this moment, and it's exactly as we're seeing it, you and I. Yet it's false. It's false in this sense, Polecrab. Side by side with it another world exists, and that other world is the true one, and this one is all false and deceitful, to the very core. And so it occurs to me that reality and falseness are two words for the same thing.”

·        “I also am conscious of two worlds. My husband and boys are real to me, and I love them fondly. But there is another world for me, as there is for you, Maskull, and it makes my real world appear all false and vulgar.” … “But can it be right to satisfy our self-nature at the expense of other people?” … “No, it's not right. It is wrong, and base. But in that other world these words have no meaning.”

(22) Self-sacrifice / Slavery

·        “Don't you understand, Maskull, that you are only an instrument, to be used and then broken?”

·        “Nightspore is asleep now, but when he wakes you must die.”

·        “Some day I may have an opportunity to sacrifice myself, and then I may be rewarded by meeting and talking with Shaping.”

·        “This has been a very long, hard double journey, but for the future it will lighten all her other journeys for her.  Such is the nature of sacrifice.”

·        “She sacrificed herself, though not consciously, for me.”

·        “This is for my sake, and not for yours.”

·        “I repeat, I am not my own master.” … “Then who is your master?” … “Yesterday I saw Surtur, and from today I am serving him.”

·        “What does that light suggest to you, Maskull? Doesn't it suggest anything at all?  Not sacrifice? Hasn't it entered your head yet that this adventure of yours will scarcely come to an end until you have made some sort of sacrifice?”

·        “Sacrifice is not for utility. It's a penalty which we pay.”

·        “And yet that proud pleasure, which rejoices in self-torture, has something noble in it. He who studies himself at all is ignoble. Only by despising soul as well as body can a man enter into true life.”

·        After his description of Tydomin's death, she said, speaking in a low voice, "None of us women ought by right of nature to fall short of Tydomin in sacrifice. For that one act of hers, I almost love her, although she brought evil to your door. Does it not strike you, Maskull, that these women you have met have been far nobler than the men?" ... "I recognise that. We men often sacrifice ourselves, but only for a substantial cause. For you women almost any cause will serve. You love the sacrifice for its own sake, and that is because you are naturally noble."

·        "Maskull shall do with me whatever he pleases, old skull! And for whatever he does, I will thank him."

·        "If a woman wills to give up all, what can there be selfish in that?"

·        "Now I will tell you what I refused to tell you before. The term of your love is the term of my life. When you love me no longer, I must die.  I have no other life but what you give me."

·        “There is a climax, but when the climax has been reached, love if it still wants to ascend must turn to sacrifice."

(23) Crosses

·        You are about to cross your Rubicon, Maskull. But what a Rubicon!

(24) Alchemy & the Pure Sophia

·        She made a careful, deep incision on her upper arm.  It was not red blood, but a milky, opalescent fluid.

(25) Deception

·        “They say that speech is given us to deceive others.”

·        "Yes, you would like me to blush and stammer like a booby, wouldn't you! That would be an excellent way of destroying lies."

·        Muspel was fighting for its life -- against all that is most shameful and frightful -- against sin masquerading as eternal beauty, against baseness masquerading as Nature, against the Devil masquerading as God.

(26) Caves

·        “One person he met believed the universe to be, from top to bottom, a conjurer's cave.”

·        And without further delay led the way down a little track, which traversed the side of the mountain and terminated in the mouth of a cave.

·        The place in which they found themselves was a large oblong cavern, with walls, floor, and ceiling of natural rock. There were two doorways: that by which they had entered, and another of smaller size directly opposite. The cave was cold and cheerless; a damp draft passed from door to door. Many skins of wild animals lay scattered on the ground. A number of lumps of sun-dried flesh were hanging on a string along the wall, and a few bulging liquor skins reposed in a corner. There were tusks, horns, and bones everywhere. Resting against the wall were two short hunting spears, having beautiful crystal heads.

(27) Serpents / Phallicism

·        In the heart of the desert a fountain rose perpendicularly fifty feet into the air, with a cool and pleasant hissing sound. It differed, however, from a fountain in this respect -- that the water of which it was composed did not return to the ground but was absorbed by the atmosphere at the summit. It was in fact a tall, graceful column of dark green fluid, with a capital of coiling and twisting vapours.

·        A flying worm guided itself through the air to one of these blossoms and began to suck its nectar.

·        The tunnel seemed of interminable length.

·        Where the sea met the shore, the waves rushed over the sands far in, with almost sinister rapidity -- accompanied by a weird, hissing, spitting sound, which was what Maskull had heard. The green tongues rolled in without foam.

·        A rock tunnel went straight forward into the bowels of the hill, out of sight. The valley brook did not flow along the floor of this tunnel, as he had expected, but came up as a spring just inside the entrance.

(28) Prometheus

·        Has there been a man in your world who stole something from the Maker of the universe, in order to ennoble his fellow creatures?” … “There is such a myth, the hero's name was Prometheus.” … “Well, you seem to be identified in my mind with that action -- but what it all means I can't say, Maskull.”

(29) Time

Black Orpheus, directed by Marcel Camus

·        The drumming was like a very dim undertone of reality. It resembled the ticking of a clock.

(30) Trinity

·        His body was trilateral: he had three legs, three arms, and six eyes, placed at equal distances all around his head.

·        “In Threal, where I was born and brought up, we learn the mystery of the Three in nature. This world, which lies extended before us, has three directions. Length is the line which shuts off what is, from what is not. Breadth is the surface which shows us in what manner one thing of what-is, lives with another thing. Depth is the path which leads from what-is, to our own body. In music it is not otherwise. Tone is existence, without which nothing at all can be. Symmetry and Numbers are the manner in which tones exist, one with another. Emotion is the movement of our soul toward the wonderful world that is being created.”

·        “There are three worlds.  The first is Faceny's, the second is Amfuse's, the third is Thire's. From him Threal gets it name.  Whatever a man sees with his eyes, he sees in three ways -- length, breadth, depth. Length is existence, breadth is relation, depth is feeling.  These three states of perception are the three worlds. Existence is Faceny's world, relation is Amfuse's world, feeling is Thire's world. The first world is visible, tangible Nature. It was created by Faceny out of nothingness, and therefore we call it Existence. The second world is Love -- by which I don't mean lust. Without love, every individual would be entirely self-centred and unable deliberately to act on others. Without love, there would be no sympathy -- not even hatred, anger, or revenge would be possible. These are all imperfect and distorted forms of pure love. Interpenetrating Faceny's world of Nature, therefore, we have Amfuse's world of Love, or Relation. Length and breadth together without depth give flatness. Life and love without feeling produce shallow, superficial natures. Feeling is the need of men to stretch out toward their creator. I mean intimacy with Thire. This feeling is not to be found in either the first or second world, therefore it is a third world. Just as depth is the line between object and subject, feeling is the line between Thire and man.  Thire is the afterworld.”

·        “There are three gods, for they are mutually antagonistic. Yet they are somehow united.”

·         “I am taking you to the Three Figures, which were carved and erected by an earlier race of men. There, we will pray."

·        "So here you have another illustration of the necessary trinity of nature. Blue is existence. It is darkness seen through light; a contrasting of existence and nothingness. Yellow is relation. In yellow light we see the relation of objects in the clearest way. Red is feeling. When we see red, we are thrown back on our personal feelings.... As regards the Alppain colours, blue stands in the middle and is therefore not existence, but relation. Ulfire is existence; so it must be a different sort of existence." 

Your three forms (Brahma,Vishnu and Shiva) are the same and You are integrated into a single mystic syllable 'OUM'. Only the ignorant (unwise and who lacks the ability to discriminate between good and evil) thinks that Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva are different.

TRIGUNA SVAAMI KII JO KOII NARA GAVE

KAHATA SHIVAANANDA SVAAMII MANA VAANCHITA PHALA PAAVE

OM HARA HARA MAHAADEVA...

Being the Absolute, True being, Consciousness and Bliss, you play the roles of all the 3 gods -- Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva.  As Vishnu you have but one face, as Brahma four and as Shiva five 

(31) Soul Murder

·        Maskull again clutched at him, but this time with violence. Instructed in his actions by some new and horrible instinct, he pressed the young man tightly to his body with all three arms. A feeling of wild, sweet delight immediately passed through him. Then for the first time he comprehended the triumphant joys of "absorbing." It satisfied the hunger of the will, exactly as food satisfies the hunger of the body. Digrung proved feeble -- he made little opposition. His personality passed slowly and evenly into Maskull's. The latter became strong and gorged. The victim gradually became paler and limper, until Maskull held a corpse in his arms. He dropped the body, and stood trembling.

(32) The Unattainable Good

·        “Wherever you go, help to make the world beautiful, and not ugly.” … “That's more than any of us can undertake. I am a simple man, and have no ambitions in the way of beautifying life, but I will try to keep myself pure.”

·        “Are you proposing to set the world right?” … “'I propose nothing.  I am waiting.”

(33) Threatening Those Who Ridicule Their Philosophy

Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii, Directors Cut, directed by Adrian Maben

·        “Those who joke at my world, those who make a mock of its stern, eternal rhythm, its beauty and sublimity, which are not skin-deep, but proceed from fathomless roots -- they shall not escape.”

(34) Third Eye

·        As he lay there in the white sunlight, opening and shutting each of his three eyes in turn, he found that the two lower ones served his understanding, the upper one his will. That is to say, with the lower eyes he saw things in clear detail, but without personal interest; with the sorb he saw nothing as self-existent -- everything appeared as an object of importance or non-importance to his own needs.

·        At the same time he discovered the use of his third eye. By adding a third angle to his sight, every object he looked at stood out in greater relief. The world looked less flat -- more realistic and significant. He had a stronger attraction toward his surroundings; he seemed somehow to lose his egotism, and to become free and thoughtful.

(35) Sadism

·        "A feeling of healing pain."

·        Alppain.

·        “The victims don't describe their experiences. Probably unhappiness of some sort, if they still know anything.”

·        “You may be as moral as you like, Maskull, but the fact remains, animals were made to be eaten, and simple natures were made to be absorbed.”

·        The radiance of Alppain had long since disappeared.

·        Then he saw Earthrid's body, lying quite close to him. It was on its back. Both legs had been violently torn off and he could not see them anywhere. Earthrid's teeth were buried in the flesh of his right forearm, indicating that the man had died in unreasoning physical agony. The skin gleamed green in the moonlight, but it was stained by darker discolourations, which were wounds. The sand about him was dyed by the pool of blood which had long since filtered through.

·        “My days are spent in torture.”

·        "Love is completed here. It is completed by anguish.”

·        “Oh, why must it always be enjoyment for us? Can't we suffer -- can't we go on suffering, forever and ever? Maskull, until love crushes our spirit, finally and without remedy, we don't begin to feel ourselves."

·        “But nothing will be done without the bloodiest blows."

(36) Vulcan

Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii, Directors Cut, directed by Adrian Maben

·        A gust of hot, asphyxiating air smote his face and set him coughing, but he did not get up until he had stared his fill at the huge sea of green, molten lava, tossing and swirling at no great distance below, like a living will. A faint sound of drumming came up. He listened intently, and as he did so his heart quickened and the black cares rolled away from his soul. All the world and its accidents seemed at that moment false, and without meaning.

·        The land was now completely solid. About half a mile, in front of them, against a background of dark fog, a moving forest of tall waterspouts gyrated slowly and gracefully hither and thither. They were green and self-luminous, and looked terrifying. Tydomin explained that they were not waterspouts at all, but mobile columns of lightning.

·        He called up the resources of his powerful will. The spouts thickened like a forest, and many of them were twenty feet high. Teargeld looked faint and pale; the radiance became intense; but it cast no shadows. The wind got up, but where Maskull was sitting, it was calm. Shortly afterward it began to shriek and whistle, like a full gale. A huge spout shot up and at the same moment the hills began to crack and break. Great masses of loose soil were erupted from their bowels, and in the next period of quietness, he saw that the landscape had altered. Still the mysterious light intensified. The moon disappeared entirely. The noise of the unseen tempest was terrifying, but Maskull played heroically on, trying to urge out ideas which would take shape. The hillsides were cleft with chasms. The water escaping from the tops of the spouts, swamped the land; but where he was, it was dry. 

·        The Muspel-light vanished. The screaming wind ceased; there was a dead silence. While he was still lying dazed, a vast explosion occurred in the newly opened depths beneath the lakebed. The water in its descent had met fire. Maskull was lifted bodily in the air, many yards high, and came down heavily. He lost consciousness.

·        When he came to his senses again, he saw everything. He was lying by the side of the old lake, but it was now a crater, to the bottom of which his eyes could not penetrate. The hills encircling it were torn, as if by heavy gunfire. A few thunderclouds were floating in the air at no great height, from which branched lightning descended to the earth incessantly, accompanied by alarming and singular crashes.

·        Into the hotbed of life, therefore, he once more swung himself.

·        The drum beats grew deafeningly loud. Each beat was like a rip of startling thunder, crashing through the sky and making the air tremble. Presently the crashes coalesced, and one continuous roar of thunder rocked the world. But the rhythm persisted -- the four beats, with the third accented, still came pulsing through the atmosphere, only now against a background of thunder, and not of silence. Maskull's heart beat wildly. His body was like a prison. He longed to throw it off, to spring up and become incorporated with the sublime universe which was beginning to unveil itself.

·        He floated toward an immense perpendicular cliff of black rock, without top or bottom. Halfway up it Krag, suspended in midair, was dealing terrific blows at a blood-red spot with a huge hammer. The rhythmical, clanging sounds were hideous.  Presently Maskull made out that these sounds were the familiar drum beats. "What are you doing, Krag?" he asked." Krag suspended his work, and turned around. "Beating on Your heart, Maskull," was his grinning response.

·        It was Crystalman. He seemed to be trying to escape from the Muspel-fire, which kept surrounding and licking him, whichever way he turned. He was screaming.... The fire caught him. He shrieked horribly. Maskull caught one glimpse of a vulgar, slobbering face -- and then that too disappeared.

·        The thunderous clangor of the rhythmical beats struck on his head like actual blows. The light glared so vividly that he was no longer able to look at it. It had the startling irregularity of continuous lightning. 

(37) Monsters

·        She dipped her hand in and pulled out some sort of little monster. It was more like a reptile than a fish, with its scaly plates and teeth. She threw it on the ground, and it started crawling about. Suddenly she darted all her will into her sorb. The creature leaped into the air, and fell down dead.

·        Before many minutes he was able to distinguish the shapes and colors of the flying monsters. They were not birds, but creatures with long, snakelike bodies, and ten reptilian legs apiece, terminating in fins which acted as wings. The bodies were of bright blue, the legs and fins were yellow. They were flying, without haste, but in a somewhat ominous fashion, straight toward them. He could make out a long, thin spike projecting from each of the heads.

·        Presently however, he was confronted in midstream by a hideous monster, of the size of a pony, but resembling in shape -- if it resembled anything -- a sea crustacean; and then he came to a halt. They stared at one another, the beast with wicked eyes, Maskull with cool and wary ones.

(38) Possession

·        “Better men than you -- better in every sense of the word -- are walking about with foreign wills inside them.”

·        “Resign your body to me.”

·        “There are many such beings, even in your world. There you call them spirits, apparitions, phantoms. They are in reality living wills, deprived of material bodies, always longing to act and enjoy, but quite unable to do so. Are you noble-minded enough to accept such a state, do you think?'

(39) Irrationality

·        “Women and men don't think twice before acting.”

·        “One thing's evident: nothing but the wildest audacity will carry me through, and I must sacrifice everything else to that.”

·        “Then, since you're right in this, I must believe all that you've been telling me.”

·        "By this time tomorrow we shall need burial ourselves." ... "We have no tools, so you must have your way. You killed him, but I am the real murderer. I stole his protecting light." ... "Surely that death is balanced by the life you have given me."

(40) Hatred of nature

·        “Mine is a decrepit world, where nature takes a hundred years to move a foot of solid land. Men and animals go about in flocks. Originality is a lost habit.”

·        “I destroy nature, and set up law.”

·        “But what is Surtur in this world? How is he able to protect me against the blind and ungovernable forces of nature?”

·        Maskull sang no paeans of praise in honour of the gloriously overcrowded valley. On the contrary, he felt deeply cynical and depressed. He thought that the unseen power -- whether it was called Nature, Life, Will, or God -- that was so frantic to rush forward and occupy this small, vulgar, contemptible world, could not possess very high aims and was not worth much. How this sordid struggle for an hour or two of physical existence could ever be regarded as a deeply earnest and important business was beyond his comprehension. The atmosphere choked him, he longed for air and space.

·        “So the slow development of men and women is due to the feebleness of the life germ in their case?” ... “Exactly. It can't attain all its desires at once. And now you can see how immeasurably superior are the phaens, who spring spontaneously from the more electric and vigorous sparks.”

·        Haunte came last; grasping the staff which held the upper male stone, he proceeded to erect it, after removing the cap. Maskull then obtained his first near view of the mysterious light, which, by counteracting the forces of Nature, acted indirectly not only as elevator but as motive force.

·        "Nature is freakish and cruel, and doesn't act according to justice. Follow us, Haunte, and escape from it all."

(41) Triumph of the Will

·        “I assure you the danger is quite real, Maskull. Instead of talking and asking questions, you had much better see what you can do with your will.”

·        And now he felt no wonder or curiosity at all, but only desired to meet human beings -- so intense had grown his will. He longed to test his powers on his fellow creatures, and nothing else seemed of the least importance to him.

·        Audacious projects entered his brain and he willed to create physical shapes -- and, above all, one shape, that of Surtur.

·        He realised that the ideas passing from him did not arise in his intellect, but had their source in the fathomless depths of his will.

·        He could not decide what character they should have, but he was able to force them out, or retard them, by the exercise of his volition.

·        Life was still more prolific than before; every square foot of space was a tangle of struggling wills, both animal and vegetable.

·        In their richness, these lips seemed like a splash of vivid will on a background of slumbering protoplasm.

(42) Pyramids

·        The beast was winging its way toward a distant mountain, of singular shape. It was an enormous natural quadrilateral pyramid, rising in great terraces and terminating in a broad, flat top, on which what looked like green snow still lingered. 

(43) Iron / Red

Why Indeed Did the WTC Buildings Collapse?, by Professor Steven E. Jones

·        By the side of the tree sparkled a little, bubbling fountain, whose water was iron-red.

·        “Iron obedience to duty.”

·        In a hollow enclosed by a circle of little hills, they saw a small, circular lake, not more than half a mile in diameter. The sunset colors of the sky were reflected in its waters. “That must be Irontick, the instrument Earthrid plays on.” It was a tranquil, dark, and beautifully reflecting sheet of water; it resembled a mirror of liquid metal. Finding that it would bear him, and that nothing happened, he placed his second foot on its surface. Instantly he sustained a violent shock throughout his body, as from a powerful electric current; and he was hurled in a tumbled heap back on to the bank.”

·        Then this blood began to change too. Instead of a continuous liquid stream, Maskull perceived that it was composed of a million individual points. The red colour had been an illusion caused by the rapid motion of the points; he now saw clearly that they resembled minute suns in their scintillating brightness. They seemed like a double drift of stars, streaming through space.

·        The drumming was now like the clanging of iron.

·        The stairs nailed him to the ground; the air pressure caused blood to gush from his nose and ears; his head clanged like an iron bell.

(44) Life After Death

·        It was like some gigantic, supernatural hall in a life after death. The soil was carpeted only by the dead, wet leaves.

·        “Is he calling me to the life after death?”

(45) Masons

·        Craning his neck back, he stared upward and tried to discover the points of the compass from the direction of the sunlight, but it was impossible.

(46) Discord

·        Shaping stood behind Swaylone, and breathed thoughts into his soul, so that his music became ten times lovelier, and people listening on that shore went mad with sick delight. “Can any strains be nobler?” demanded Shaping. Krag grinned and said, “You are naturally effeminate. Now let me try.” Then he stood behind Swaylone, and shot ugly discords fast into his head. His instrument was so cracked, that never since has it played right. From that time forth Swaylone could utter only distorted music; yet it called to folk more than the other sort. Many men crossed over to the island during his lifetime, to listen to the amazing tones, but none could endure them; all died. After Swaylone's death, another musician took up the tale; and so the light has passed down from torch to torch, till now Earthrid bears it.”

(47) Miracles

·        Then he witnessed an astonishing sight. A large and fully developed plant-animal appeared suddenly in front of him, out of empty space. He could not believe his eyes, but stared at the creature for a long time in amazement. It went on calmly moving and burrowing before him, as thought it had been there all its life. Giving up the puzzle, Maskull resumed his striding from rock to rock up the gorge, and then, quietly and without warning, the same phenomenon occurred again. No longer could he doubt than he was seeing miracles -- that Nature was precipitating its shapes into the world without making use of the medium of parentage.

·        The vapours continued to thicken around it, until they resembled the black, heavy, compressed sky masses seen before a bad thunderstorm. Then the green spark, which was still visible in the interior, ceased its efforts, and remained for a time quite quiescent. The cloud shape went on consolidating itself, and became nearly spherical; as it grew heavier and stiller, it started slowly to descend toward the valley floor. When it was directly opposite Maskull, with its lower end only a few feet off the ground, its motion stopped altogether and there was a complete pause for at least two minutes. Suddenly, like a stab of forked lightning, the great cloud shot together, became small, indented, and coloured, and as a plant-animal started walking around on legs and rooting up the ground in search of food. The concluding stage of the phenomenon he witnessed with his normal eyesight. It showed him the creatures appearing miraculously out of nowhere.

(48) Mindreading

·        I read in your mind that you have just come through some wonderful adventures.

(49) Underground

·        “But what's to prevent your finding Threal? Surely it's a well-known country?” ... “It lies underground. Its communications with the upper world are few, and where they are, no one that I have ever spoken to knows.”

·        Maskull looked too, and what he saw was a vast, undulating plain, lighted as if by the moon -- but there was of course no moon, and there were no shadows. He made out running streams in the distance. Beside them were trees of a peculiar kind; they were rooted in the ground, but the branches also were aerial roots, and there were no leaves. No other plants could be seen. The soil was soft, porous rock, resembling pumice. Beyond a mile or two in any direction the light merged into obscurity. At their back a great rocky wall extended on either hand; but it was not square like a wall, but full of bays and promontories like an indented line of sea cliffs. The roof of this huge underworld was out of sight. Here and there a mighty shaft of naked rock, fantastically weathered, towered aloft into the gloom, doubtless serving to support the roof. There were no colours -- every detail of the landscape was black, white, or grey. The scene appeared so still, so solemn and religious, that all his feelings quieted down to absolute tranquillity.

·        The stillness of the place was almost oppressive. Not a breeze stirred, and not a sound came through the air. Their voices had been lowered, as though they were in a cathedral.

·        The subdued light, the absence of shadows, the massive shafts, springing grey-white out of the jetlike ground, the fantastic trees, the absence of a sky, the deathly silence, the knowledge that he was underground -- the combination of all these things predisposed Maskull's mind to mysticism, and he prepared himself with some anxiety to hear Corpang's explanation of the land and its wonders. He already began to grasp that the reality of the outside world and the reality of this world were two quite different things.

·        “Nothing can exist here that is not a compound of the three worlds.”

·        Not a living organism was visible. All was unnatural and sepulchral.

·        Maskull said, “I feel as if I were dead, and walking in another world.”

·        Even more wonderful than this unnatural phenomenon was the absence of shadows, which was more noticeable here than on the open plain. It made the place look like a hall of phantoms.

·        It grew darker and darker, until all was like the blackest night. Sight and sound no longer existed; he was alone with his own spirit."

·        "Ha! The underground man has come to life."

(50) Bilderberg / Dull Care

·        A faint sound of drumming came up. He listened intently, and as he did so his heart quickened and the black cares rolled away from his soul.

·        Maskull finished the cup, and began to throw off care.