“How little does the earth-self know of life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquillity! Of the oppressor I cannot speak. You on earth have unwittingly felt its distant presence—you who without knowing idly gave to its blinking beacon the name of Algol, the Daemon-Star. It is to meet and conquer the oppressor that I have vainly striven for aeons, held back by bodily encumbrances. Tonight I go as a Nemesis bearing just and blazingly cataclysmic vengeance. Watch me in the sky close by the Daemon-Star. I cannot speak longer, for the body of Joe Slater grows cold and rigid, and the coarse brains are ceasing to vibrate as I wish. You have been my friend in the cosmos; you have been my only friend on this planet—the only soul to sense and seek for me within the repellent form which lies on this couch. We shall meet again—perhaps in the shining mists of Orion’s Sword, perhaps on a bleak plateau in prehistoric Asia. Perhaps in unremembered dreams tonight; perhaps in some other form an aeon hence, when the solar system shall have been swept away.” – H. P Lovecraft, Beyond the Wall of Sleep
For a man that openly denounced divinity and spat upon claims of spiritualism, Lovecraft was able to eloquently articulate one of, if not the most prominent, goals in the practice of eastern mysticism; however, a particularly rabble-rousing sect of the early (or as some modern scholars on the outlier of mainstream research theorize) pre-Christian groups, the Gnostic’s, also held the belief that we are all not as we seem to be. Time to break loose of those meat suits and travel to the stars.
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