The Poetry & Writings of the Hierophant

[Lord_hierophantūs]

Above, where seated in his tower,
I saw Conquest depicted in his power
There was a sharpened sword above his head
That hung there by the thinnest simple thread.

Introduction​

This is from a perspective of a tyrannt, his character, personality, his view points of view and his ideals here are written. To he who would be tyrannt, for the evil that you do shall come back to you, but if you are wise in their eyes, you never fish for chestnuts in the fire with your hand, what you could have others do for you. This is a piece of wisdom which every tyrannt learns. If you would be fit you'll rule and reign, but he that looks into the abyss it to looks back.

Chapter 1
Of his character
"There are fifty-two cards in a deck, the devil hath more then the usual, all which are tricks he can play"
​

The tyrannt imposes, he is straightforward and does not fight those who he cannot push down. The rabbit runs, the fox must give chase after him; the foolish fox runs in a straight line, the wise fox makes his prey go to where he wants them to go. The tyrant imposing and yet weak within, must have strength of some kind, because this is not a matter of harmony it is a matter of "CONTROL". What one gains from control, he must have and hold it, nothing of his mind gives birth to life but aborted fetuses, why is this so? Because that which is natural a chemical which comes to be is not evil, but neutral what one whishes to do with it the intent is the decider the choice from the sentient being will decide what affect comes from the cause of his actions.

The tyrannt has these following design

So he thinks, (the thought come to light)
So he feels, (in him is contradiction)
So he acts. (he acts upon it regardless of his emotion)
In his mind there is a desire for three things:
Power - control - domination
​

Of these things he goes through inconceivable lengths to achieve his aims, yes he to abides by reason, but as a tool to his ends, he obeys the laws of reality only to the extent that when it comes time to break them he does so. The one thing the tyrannt cannot stand is that his life is control by the laws which the creator hath put in place, so because he cannot control, demand or dominate others, he curses the creator and shakes his fist in his face and cries out "Thou hast no power over me! Rather to reign in hell then server in heaven!" is his cry.

This is a piece of what is to come what say the many of you?

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

l. It is respectful to say to another user good morning, good afternoon, good evening, good night.

ll. When a new users arrives, greet them saying "welcome", "happy to have you", "glad to meet you", "enjoy your stay".

lll. In leaving images, it is kind to leave something the person likes, such as animals of any kind or anime.

llll. In joining a person in conversation without their knowledge it is necessary to say "Sorry to bother you" or "sorry to interrupt you".

V. Never talk of bread with birds, never talk of cheese with mice, and never trust a snakes smile. Meaning do not talk of private business, and when a person of untrustworthy talks to you be on your guard.

VI. Do not curse at another nor do it first without consideration if they are okay with it, use your judgment.

Vll. Do not act on behavior that would by default would and could cause harm to another human being.

 

[V]

How do I say.. I love you

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

So far, I've had food to eat and a place to sleep, but what I've learned is to the core, we are not that likable that even though we were made for each other; we don't make life worth while for one another, you've heard it once, you've heard it twice that life sucks. But it sucks, because we made it so-now you ask me "what are you doing about it?" I'm trying to mainly get myself together philosophically and just in general trying to be more honest with myself. I don't want to be dead mentally or physically, I genuinely want to try living for myself.

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

Mephistopheles: Do I intrude upon thy rest?
Or would you care to talk?

Faust: What I’ve learned through your instruction
re-asserts again that big and small are only
the two sides to the one coin;
and that the elephant—for all his mighty strength—
is no different, basically, to the tiny flea.
So still I seek the force, the reason,
governing life’s flow,
and not just its external show.

Mephistopheles: The governing force? The reason?
Some things can’t be known;
they are beyond your reach even when shown.

Faust: Why should that be so?

Mephistopheles: They lie outside the boundaries
that words can address;
and man can only grasp those thoughts
which language can express.

Faust: What? Do you mean that words
are greater yet than man?

Mephistopheles: Indeed they are.

Faust: Then what of longing or affection;
pain or grief?
I can’t describe these,
yet I know they’re in my breast!
What are they?

Mephistopheles: Without substance, as mist is.

Faust: In that case, man is only air as well!
Er… [Pauses to look at script]
What has made me thirst, then,
To be instructed in those things
that are more than speech allows?

Mephistopheles: Your thirst is artificial,
fostered by the arrogance in you;
so look no further
than all your human brothers do:
sleep, eat, drink, and let that be sufficient.

Faust: Liar and foul traitor!
Where are the pulse and core of nature
you promised to reveal? Where?

Mephistopheles: Faustus, you lack the wit to see them
in every blade of grass.

Faust: Vile phantom! Lying fiend!

Mephistopheles: Faustus-worm!
Dare you rain curses down on me?
Now, spite and venom deeper than the sea
I’ll vent on you.

Faust: I’m learning
the Devil knows no more
than we poor fools.

Mephistopheles: The man who gives his soul
to Satan for instruction—
I would agree with you:
he is a poor fool.

Faust: As a guide to higher truths,
I really cannot recommend you.
And yet, says my contract,
signed in blood,
you still remain
constrained to serve me!
Serve me, then.
I will make use of your deceptive guile
and your Satanic anger.

Mephistopheles: Both will I put at your disposal.

 

[Sneedster]

good morning sar

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

textbook on parliamentary law : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

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Official Interpretations - Official Robert's Rules of Order Website

Official Interpretations from the authors of Robert’s Rules of Order Newly Revised about parliamentary procedure and it's application.

robertsrules.com

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

Dear old friend,
dear old friend,
How you came, passed and went.

Tears we cried,
Hid in lies,
We're but passing shadows.

Dear old friend,
dear old friend,
the smartest rat I have met.

The joys we had,
the time we met,
All but passing shadows.

Goodbye friend,
Goodbye friend,
Time is up since we've met.
Oh! My dearest shadow!​

 

[ThirdyAughtSix]

been meaning to watch this when you put it into your bio i guess i now have a valid reason

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

"Strange, indeed, that you should not have suspected that your universe and its contents were only dreams, visions, fiction! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insane—like all dreams: a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice and invented hell—mouths mercy and invented hell—mouths Golden Rules, and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites this poor, abused slave to worship him!... There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream – a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought – a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!".

--Mark Twain the Mysterious stranger

 

[Khastle]

That Mark Twain movie was odd but this scene has really stuck out to me for years, genuinely one of the best and most horrific depictions of Satan in media and its in a kids film lmao

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

We spend much time asking why where here,
is there not a practical answer to HOW we got here?
The only thing when I think and see with my eyes are the two fools when I look inside.


Your mom and dad is how it came to be;
lets see the results of their lives before your time?


When mom and dad met they never asked what was going on around them,
if you ask them of old events they’ll tell you this or that occurred,
but look at how they persist without a thought.


When your mom and dad did it,
did they ever reflect the consequences that would come from it?
Now here you are because of what they did,
what is now the result?

They call you an obligation though they brought you here,
they had no business under the sheets, yet call you a burden.
They think their justified because they fed you and cleaned you
for some reason you have a debt to pay;
for something that passes when you close your eyes.


So how do parents get by with these absurdities?
They lie and fool themselves.
Want to see how good a job they did?
Lets see their child now and see how he’s doing.


The world around him is burning,
yet he apathetically say’s “worry for your own”
He indulges in pleasures and thinks it normal.
He works, works, works-
for if he doesn’t he’s considered a jerk and a low life.

What quality parents he had?​

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

​

Colonel : To begin with — we’re not what you’d call — human. Over the past two hundred years — A kind of consciousness formed layer by layer in the crucible of the White House. It’s not unlike the way life started in the oceans four billion years ago. The White House was our primordial soup, a base of evolution — We are formless. We are the very discipline and morality that Americans invoke so often. How can anyone hope to eliminate us? As long as this nation exists, so will we.

Raiden : Cut the crap! If you’re immortal, why would you take away individual freedoms and censor the Net?

Rose : Jack, don’t be silly.

Colonel : Don’t you know that our plans have your interests — not ours — in mind?

Raiden : What?

Rose : Jack, listen carefully like a good boy!
Colonel : The mapping of the human genome was completed early this century. As a result, the evolutionary log of the human race lay open to us.

Rose : We started with genetic engineering, and in the end, we succeeded in digitizing life itself.

Colonel : But there are things not covered by genetic information. Raiden : What do you mean?

Colonel : Human memories, ideas. Culture. History.

Rose : Genes don’t contain any record of human history.

Colonel : Is it something that should not be passed on? Should that information be left at the mercy of nature?

Rose : We’ve always kept records of our lives. Through words, pictures, symbols… from tablets to books…

Colonel : But not all the information was inherited by later generations. A small percentage of the whole was selected and processed, then passed on. Not unlike genes, really.

Rose : That’s what history is, Jack.

Colonel : But in the current, digitized world, trivial information is accumulating every second, preserved in all its triteness. Never fading, always accessible.

Rose : Rumors about petty issues, misinterpretations, slander…

Colonel : All this junk data preserved in an unfiltered state, growing at an alarming rate.

Rose : It will only slow down social progress, reduce the rate of evolution.

Colonel : Raiden, you seem to think that our plan is one of censorship.

Raiden : Are you telling me it’s not!?

Rose : You’re being silly! What we propose to do is not to control content, but to create context.

Raiden : Create context?

Colonel : The digital society furthers human flaws and selectively rewards the development of convenient half-truths. Just look at the strange juxtapositions of morality around you.

Rose : Billions spent on new weapons in order to humanely murder other humans.

Colonel : Rights of criminals are given more respect than the privacy of their victims.

Rose : Although there are people suffering in poverty, huge donations are made to protect endangered species. Everyone grows up being told the same thing.

Colonel : “Be nice to other people.”

Rose : “But beat out the competition!”

Colonel : “You’re special.” “Believe in yourself and you will succeed.”

Rose : But it’s obvious from the start that only a few can succeed…

Colonel : You exercise your right to “freedom” and this is the result. All rhetoric to avoid conflict and protect each other from hurt. The untested truths spun by different interests continue to churn and accumulate in the sandbox of political correctness and value systems.

Rose : Everyone withdraws into their own small gated community, afraid of a larger forum. They stay inside their little ponds, leaking whatever “truth” suits them into the growing cesspool of society at large.

Colonel : The different cardinal truths neither clash nor mesh. No one is invalidated, but nobody is right.

Rose : Not even natural selection can take place here. The world is being engulfed in “truth.”

Colonel : And this is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper.

Rose : We’re trying to stop that from happening.

Colonel : It’s our responsibility as rulers. Just as in genetics, unnecessary information and memory must be filtered out to stimulate the evolution of the species.

Raiden : And you think you’re qualified to decide what’s necessary and not?

Colonel : Absolutely. Who else could wade through the sea of garbage you people produce, retrieve valuable truths and even interpret their meaning for later generations?

Rose : That’s what it means to create context.

Raiden : I’ll decide for myself what to believe and what to pass on! Colonel : But is that even your own idea?

Rose : Or something Snake told you?

Colonel : That’s the proof of your incompetence, right there. You lack the qualifications to exercise free will.

Raiden : That’s not true! I have the right —

Rose : Does something like a “self” exist inside of you?

Colonel : That which you call “self” serves as nothing more than a mask to cover your own being.

Rose : In this era of ready-made ‘truths’, “self” is just something used to preserve those positive emotions that you occasionally feel…

Colonel : Another possibility is that “self” is a concept you conveniently borrowed under the logic that it would endow you with some sense of strength…

Raiden : That’s crap!

Colonel : Is it? Would you prefer that someone else tell you? Alright then. Explain it to him.

Rose: Jack, you’re simply the best! And you got there all by yourself!

Raiden : Grrr…

Colonel : Oh, what happened? Do you feel lost? Why not try a bit of soul-searching?

Rose : Don’t think you’ll find anything, though…

Colonel : Ironic that although “self” is something that you yourself fashioned, every time something goes wrong, you turn around and place the blame on something else.

Rose : “It’s not my fault. It’s not your fault.”

Colonel : In denial, you simply resort to looking for another, more convenient “truth” in order to make yourself feel better.

Rose : Leaving behind in an instant the so-called “truth” you once embraced.

Colonel : Should someone like that be able to decide what is “truth”?

Rose : Should someone like you even have the right to decide?

Colonel : You’ve done nothing but abuse your freedom.

Rose : You don’t deserve to be free!

Colonel : We’re not the ones smothering the world. You are.

Rose : The individual is supposed to be weak. But far from powerless — a single person has the potential to ruin the world.

Colonel : And the age of digitized communication has given even more power to the individual. Too much power for an immature species.

Rose : Building a legacy involves figuring out what is wanted, and what needs to be done for that goal. All this, you used to struggle with. Now, we think for you.

Colonel : We are your guardians after all.

Raiden : You want to control human thought? Human behavior?

Colonel : Of course. Anything can be quantified nowadays. That’s what this exercise was designed to prove.

Rose : You fell in love with me just as you were meant to, after all. Isn’t that right, Jack?

Colonel : Ocelot was not told the whole truth, to say the least.

Rose : We rule an entire nation — of what interest would a single soldier, no matter how able, be to us?

Colonel : The S3 Plan does not stand for Solid Snake Simulation. What it does stand for is Selection for Societal Sanity…

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

All governments that came to pass,
are now covered in dirt and grass.

Everything that came has went,
all that was said and conveyed:
being spoken long ago.

All men soon become rotten,
eventually forgotten by time.

No matter how great & mighty
Caesar was;
or reasonable Socrates is.
All had the same fate of dust.



Have you ever felt there was something amiss in the world? Like there was something you could not put your finger on, but you knew all to well that when you observed people their behavior was mechanical or inhuman even as though there was no one present or in existence within the body that was talking to you?

When you saw the vast world you see animals and yet for an odd reason despite the grand variety they all eat each other for sustenance? Why must the cat eat the mouse, why must the the gold fish die? Why must I grow old, perish. What was it all but a bad dream?

people who will rant and rave, foam out the mouth that you are a bad person for things you knew nothing about and told that if you did not submit yourself to this or that holy text you were either an ignoramus or a fool?


When you tell others the truth its as if you pulled out their teeth without a pain killer to sooth the pain and yet they tell you "that's rude" or "don't say things like that" despite knowing you were clearly correct in your observation of what you heard, saw or felt?

You know somethings wrong, when you read about the history of man you read of experiments, holocaust, burning and lynching's, segregations, possession and yet as you sit from your chair all this happened. You have a date, a moment from which it claims occurred, but for some odd reason as you sit from your chair you ask yourself can this all happen? Did this really happen? And it all happened at that moment as it occurred in that moment in time yet seeming no different from the moment you read that passage, walked that dog, made that conversation. All happening in the moment outside of of your perception of time, which when you think about it, the numbers aren't physical like nature, but upon clocks, buildings and watches and yet somehow no where to be found in reality in the same manner in which we are bound.​

 

[Khastle]

I like your writings and all but please use your thread, this post doesn't warrant one on its own...

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

I like your writings and all but please use your thread, this post doesn't warrant one on its own...

Babe micromanaging threads is a sign of the devouring mother, so lose the soy and keep the tiddies please. Happy thanks giving big momma

 

[Khastle]

Babe micromanaging threads is a sign of the devouring mother, so lose the soy and keep the tiddies please. Happy thanks giving big momma

Happy Thanksgiving to you too but back to the point, what I'm doing is literally anti-spam measures that every other forum does, a thread is made when someone wants to discuss a certain topic and this isn't a topic, its a story which already has a thread dedicated to writings like it. I'm not even censoring what you post and am simply redirecting it to where it belongs as posting threads that shouldn't be threads hurts actual thread visibility which isn't fair on other users and their conversations.

Please just respect this going forwards, what I've stated is in the rules and it really ain't hard to follow.

 

[Lord_hierophantūs]

Happy Thanksgiving to you too but back to the point, what I'm doing is literally anti-spam measures that every other forum does, a thread is made when someone wants to discuss a certain topic and this isn't a topic, its a story which already has a thread dedicated to writings like it. I'm not even censoring what you post and am simply redirecting it to where it belongs as posting threads that shouldn't be threads hurts actual thread visibility which isn't fair on other users and their conversations.

Please just respect this going forwards, what I've stated is in the rules and it really ain't hard to follow.

No worries chicken strip. Now go make me a plate.