The Poetry & Writings of the Hierophant

[Lord_hierophantūs]

Beetle begged an Eagle for a favor. Rebuffed, Beetle destroyed Eagle’s eggs no matter where they were laid. Now Beetles sleep while Eagle’s eggs hatch.

The weak may find a way to avenge a wrong.



A kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and the same holds good in all societies and corporations of men, from the constitution of the nation, down to every little parochial vestry. Every private family should consider itself a little state, in which the several members ought to be united by one common interest. Quarrels with each other are as fatal to their welfare, as factions are dangerous to the peace of the commonwealth. But indeed the necessity of union and friendship extends itself to all kinds of relations in life, and they conduce mightily to the advantage of those who cherish and cultivate them. No enemy will dare to attack a body of men firmly attached to each other, and will fear to offend one of the number, lest he should incur the resentment of the rest; but if they split into parties, and are disunited by quarrels, every petty opponent will venture to attack them, and the whole fraternity will be liable to wrongs and violence.



Chapter XIII
As Concerning Their Felicity, and Misery
Nature hath made men so equall, in the faculties of body, and mind; as that though there bee found one man sometimes manifestly stronger in body, or of quicker mind then another; yet when all is reckoned together, the difference between man, and man, is not so considerable, as that one man can thereupon claim to himselfe any benefit, to which another may not pretend, as well as he. For as to the strength of body, the weakest has strength enough to kill the strongest, either by secret machination, or by confederacy with others, that are in the same danger with himselfe.

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

"As soon as we study animals — not in laboratories and museums only, but in the forest and the prairie, in the steppe and the mountains — we at once perceive that though there is an immense amount of warfare and extermination going on amidst various species, and especially amidst various classes of animals, there is, at the same time, as much, or perhaps even more, of mutual support, mutual aid, and mutual defence amidst animals belonging to the same species or, at least, to the same society. Sociability is as much a law of nature as mutual struggle. ... But if we resort to an indirect test, and ask Nature: “Who are the fittest: those who are continually at war with each other, or those who support one another?” we at once see that those animals which acquire habits of mutual aid are undoubtedly the fittest. They have more chances to survive, and they attain, in their respective classes, the highest development of intelligence and bodily organization."
-- Mutual Aid, A Factor of Evolution, Pëtr Kropotkin (Ch. 1 "Mutual Aid Among Animals")


Man, as a symbol, is God s masterpiece, for, hidden within
him is to be found the key to every mystery. He is not a
fleeting chimera of a few years, for, beyond, behind and above
his transient nature is an eternal ideal archetype which it is
his sublime destiny to realize. Extrinsically man is human;
intrinsically he is divine."- the path of knowledge


"I come to talk to you in a good way and you think I'm grabbing you like a clown"- some dumb user

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

“To you it is given to know the mysteries
of the kingdom of God.” — Luke :
Behind the world’s religions, philosophies, and sciences lies a little understood
but potent source of humanity’s spiritual
life: the Mystery schools. Reaching back
into remote antiquity, these esoteric
institutions have kept alive the timeless
theosophia or divine wisdom of the ages,
while stimulating mankind’s spiritual
intuitions and evolutionary progress.
This concise overview treats of the
history, purposes, and methods of these
schools, derivative of the sacred original
which gave them birth and inspiration.
Subjects include the dual character of
the Mysteries, symbols and patterns of
initiation, the brotherhood of compassion, and the Mystery schools of today.



possible the individual fires of active spirituality.
Gradually as knowledge of divine things became
abused by those strong in will but weak in morality,
truth was increasingly veiled.

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

selfishness was born out of desires and passions hitherto unknown, and but too often knowledge and
power were abused, until finally it became necessary
to limit the number of those who knew. Thus arose
Initiation.
— ‘‘The Origin of the Mysteries,’’ BCW 14:249


One of
the impelling aims of such discipline is to restore to
humanity inner sight, to free people ‘‘from every danger of being enslaved whether by a man or an idea’’

(a) truth may be preserved untarnished by human
selfishness; and (b) investigation into the arcana of
nature may go on unhindered, and the results of such
examination by generations of trained seers be
checked and rechecked, and only then recorded as occult fact for the benefit of humanity.


One is driven to admire the strength and wisdom of the ancients who knew better than to turn
knowledge over indiscriminately to those lacking
moral control.

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

Power and ability, no man listens to another unless he can prove his point through some form of fact. No one listens to children, they laugh at them and want to accept their demands out of pleasure for themselves then to give with a sincere heart.

We laugh at one another that is as true as before the Bible was written. But shower a child with love and affection, without teaching him proper conduct and what was achieved? A brat, but even in that child's will, what then is he to do? His flesh enjoys more the flesh of the animals he eats then to know wence it came.

People of our time have many opinions, but reason with the first premise and you will find that the conclusion is as absurd as they are.








Here is the big cheese of the matter:

-We are social creatures.
-We desire to socialize whether we are competent at it or not.
-We desire to find those like ourselves.
-We want to be accepted and affiliated with those groups.
-We look for behavioral consistency.

-Who is associated with who and why?
-Which people get along and which don't?
-Which people are more social?
-Which people are more prone to conflict?
-What tribe in the whole server is in power?


-Who has the power and why?
-How is power shared if at all?
-Who has power and how did they achieve it?
-Who's opinion matters in the group and why?

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

Educated men are as much superior to uneducated men as the living are to the dead.
—Aristotle, 384–322 B.C.2

Coexistence on this tightly knit earth should be viewed as an existence not only without
wars… but also without [the government] telling us how to live, what to say, what to think,
what to know, and what not to know.
—Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, from a speech given September 11, 1973




"Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of war, where every man is enemy to every man, the same consequent to the time wherein men live without other security than what their own strength and their own invention shall furnish them withal. In such condition there is no place for industry, because the fruit thereof is uncertain: and consequently no culture of the earth; no navigation, nor use of the commodities that may be imported by sea; no commodious building; no instruments of moving and removing such things as require much force; no knowledge of the face of the earth; no account of time; no arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short."- Thomas Hobbes Leviathan


“HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.”
― Harlan Ellison, I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

Something came to mind,

You gave me ideas,
Hopes and dreams.
Yet nothing looks or is
as it seems.

I cry alone, knowing you're gone,
alone in this world
where the meak are beaten raw!

You gave me hope of a better world,
not lies or sweet dreams.
You showed me a world that can be,
a world that could be.

Here still I am alone,
a dreamer with nothing
But hope.

 

[Khastle]

You're so cool, Hierophant. Your cat pictures are very epic :)

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

Slowly dying,
slowly waning,
slowly decreasing.

Slowly rotting,
slowly dying,
slowly grinning.


Slowly fading,
slowly slipping,
slowly falling.


Dying in mind,
walking in place,
stuck in lower thought,
I await the coming fate.

God smite me down, with thine mighty thunder,
burn my body and tare me up asunder!
I was wrong.



Walking as if alive,
talking as if capable,
thinking only few,
consumed in darkness.

 

[Khastle]

Can I merge your poetry into one thread? So it's less confusing for people.

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

sure

 

[Dwayne]

Alright I've combined your poetry and writings just for better ease of reading and use as the titles may become confusing for new users and this way all of its better accessible and can be discussed. I excluded some though as they became quite fleshed out threads.

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.




I walked this earth for nearly twenty four' score years, and all I've ever endured was suffering and hardship, spoiled rotten by the materialism of a land I know nothing about! Oh, how the devil laughs at the plight of man, for he has known the law better then we and entices man that should he lose his soul shall have infinite power forever here on earth and yet the cries and tears of those returned to dust and sand are forever shut up from the world they once knew!

Cry havoc! As I wonder this world From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it. Oh Lord! Oh Christ do you weep as you see me in strife? Do you see the hell created by the sons of man, yes! I admit my sins and meanish tricks, my hatred for you and my fellow man, bounds me to a prick!

Or Lord, damn me not.
Let me sleep,
rather than rot.
Free me from the flesh
that was foreign to me at birth!
Let me return to your arms and
never return to this hell!​

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

Sleep kept me from life,
insanity is at the gates of Berlin.
There is no miracle that shall save me;
and if I could go back and change my ways;
happily I'll go my merry way!

The shadows, thoughts and things unseen;
real not so, strike fear in me.
I'm but a grain of sand in someone else's hand,
blow me away and scatter me about four corners of the earth!

Fear, fear, fear........​

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

We exist, but why? Man naturally will ask that question, they desire to know, no matter how remote, no matter how unbearable life is, we want to know what this life is about. We fear first that we might be ridiculed, or that we might be hated, disliked and mistreated, but in reality the truth is worth more then the fear we possess. We want to know, we need to know, we have to know; responses such as IGNORance is bliss is a cop out by a person who gave up half-way or never started because of fear.

We must never surrender the natural beauty of reality for the comfort of a supposed benevolent tyranny. Even if you rot in your bed the question itself haunts you and you know deep down that there is an answer, but you go through ever conceivable length to hide, to run and to lie to yourself about how life really is, you want to die rather then live.

As I look at my hands, I know there is a beauty, there is a form, there is a standard, its magnificent! And yet the sons of man prefer to work a life away they know nothing about.

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

You've often heard it said that life is what you make of it or its about your personality, or other quotes of life. But you and I both know something is off, the black pill is a relief to the weary and those whose life was burned, hurt and to say the least tormented by the behavior of others. I can't accept inceldom nor could I accept the blackpill, nor will I accept reality as it is. Like you I've been burnt, hurt, traumatized and share in your apathy and denial. Most if not all of you have asked once "is this really life?" or "is this it?", deep in your heart you longed for an answer, a longing for understanding for your suffering, because deep down we all know this is not reality, this is not how things are meant to be and you and I know it, so what did we do? We went along our paths and respective life choices, some found the answer, some gave up, some died along the way, and some never started and died before their time.

I can't accept the world as it is, there is something more than this, there is something more then the suffering we are experiencing, there is an answer that we just haven't found yet and there is no damn way that all you exist for is to have sex, have children and die! That is just a lazy cop out! You may feel in your heart to lash out and tell me otherwise, but I ask you this have you really accepted this? Do you really believe this is it? Come know, you know in your heart this isn't it. I know that you want to know what its all about, but you don't go all the way either because you are lazy or are scared of the truth. The fight isn't over, I won't give up, I won't accept this convenient half-truth that your genes are the end all be all, and that your looks will determine it all, if I have fallen low, I must arise to the higher place. I won't leave you guys to die and suffer the slings of outrages fortune without first having seen for yourself what life is all about and the joys of it. I won't leave you like I did before, my vice was cowardice and now my virtue must be bravery.

In my heart is a fire which desires to know the truth, that which does not change, to know right and wrong, that which causes harm and that which does not cause harm, you and I desire to solve the riddles which contradict the laws of logic, which bring uncertainty to our understanding, but we must keep near in our hearts just like the people of old "THAT THERE IS SOMETHING TO FIND", and what is that? The principles and natural laws which make up the fabric of reality! We cannot give up, we must have that desire of the first man who discovered how to create fire, we must be like the humans of old who desired UNDERSTANDING for its own sake that it make shine light upon the face of the deep; We must be like the first humans who when the prince of darkness came at night and the beast of old ate us, we must take the torch and illumine the darkness which is within our natural fabric of our being! In your heart you know this is not the end, this is the beginning of a new era. You have to wake up or else face the true terror of IGNORance. We must light the flames in one another's hearts.

In the end, we can't leave each other to die like this! This isn't how the story should end! This can't be the end!

 

[AshenMan]

meds

 

[Malice]

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

In your hollow hearts how do you truly feel? In the past I wanted to uphold that satanic black path of might, but realizing that I don't want to remain an animal and due to experience proving that is not me, what say all of you? I feel that something is amiss in this world, all this suffering cannot be because it is natural, but rather caused by a universal desire to stay ignorant of the reality of the situation.

Even in my heart I desire for apathy and to say "it is not in my power to control or change these things", I cannot help but want to leave this petty world by means of pleasure to out due the pain, but the more I did so, the more my reason became the slave of the passions and life began to look more grim. I fear there is an answer, but that I don't want it, that the lie I live are the sentences I tell myself.
What do you guys feel of the matter? Could be anything whether yourself, family or the state of the world.

In my heart I know there is truth,
yet I do not trust myself to explore;
to believe that I can.

I hate myself for the good I didn't do.
regret mixes in black ink that covers my heart,
nothing I ever do or say, think or feel comes to pass.

In thought I live in lies,
in heart I live in contradiction,
in action I create hell.​

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

You may or may not have heard in your respective cultures that there are certain practices which you simply should never participate in. In America the primary taboo is black magick or anything have to do with demons and the devil, for other nations it may be the warding off of evil spirits or putting up charms, but it makes you wonder who the people who do engage in such practices are?

At one point in time I wanted to be a Satanist and to give you an idea of what it was about. Satanism is the belief that the ego driven self is God on earth, that morality is relative, that the natural law is fang and claw. I wanted to be one because I wanted power, but who I am or who I think I am did not permit me other wise, I would fight with myself daily on this matter, but at the same time, the taint of black evil poison slowly (as I allowed it) to seep into the pores of my flesh, however this was slow to take hold of me.

I would listen to Anton Lavey's Satanic hyme of the empire or listen to the ritual music which he had made in vinyl form of his time. I took pleasure in wanting to act like a satanist and wearing the style of clothing and garments of one, but I could bring myself to do it, though the best I had was the Satanic bible and the music (side note I listened to the bands of that satanic genre, but to me it was childish). The more I got into it some occurrences did happen though they were small. My fist was hearing Anton Lavey say the enochian keys as I was half-asleep it scared me, but I was able to sooth myself. The last experience however brought such fear in me that I cried that night and threw the satanic bible away.

A few weeks later I had a dream, there was this house and there was three windows with three people within it, I appear in the room once and the room was dirty and had a odd feeling, the second time I appear and I saw that there was a bag, opening it there was satanic symbolism, I said "who's was this?" and a voice replied "someone who wanted power", I leave the room and before I appear in the room for the third and last time, I was in a room with people as we were there one person said "guys did you see that. the bag moved on its own!" I immediately said "we have to throw these away!", I appear in the room for the third and last time as I am there a terrible presence comes over me, I turn to the right and there is a room connected to the room I'm in, and as I go towards it, towards the window, I say "Jesus Christ be with me this moment" and a gong sound is made and I awoke.

In this world there are behaviors and world views which will cause hell and havoc, sometimes I still think or see those satanic symbols, but I don't ever go back out of fear that if I should ever open that door, the actual consequences will surely take me away without hassle.


Have you guys ever felt like giving in the philosophy of might or hatred that it may consume you?