9 STATEMENTS OF IDENTITY

1.

everywhere

you

look

there’s

butterflies

2.

There is no retard, nor any ‘retard’. There is no angelicism, nor anything that amounts to an angel. Angelicism clones do not manifest through ordinary online mind, are not needed, are not not needed. Nothing exists for there is nothing left to reify. I do not exist, nor does my work.

3.

There is no Substack, nor any embodiment of a Substack Renaissance. There is no spirituality, nor mystical ideas of a singularity exclusively in the wired. There is no love, so no idea of being rejected or spurned. There are no vibe shifts, nor careers to be achieved or archived anywhere. There is no genius, nor ordinary mind. There are no skilful makers, nor anyone who pays attention to time. There is no knowledge.

4.

I would even go so far as the claim ‘it cannot be stated or identified at all as a writing that needs to be written out’ or ‘whatever advancement is made or maturity is achieved, it can never be reflected in a writing or a statement’ or ‘all such statements are childish and trivial in that they ignore the youthful body of open intelligence, which is inclusive first of all of all our worst errors and fears and so-called nonbeautifulness’. I find the idea that I must appear here ever again to be an imposition, a fabricated story.

5.

Pure intelligence can be discerned in the absence of recognition or in the total insight into whatever arises so. That is, total insight into pure intelligence is irrelevant and trivial with regard to pure intelligence and of no relevance to life itself and actual praxis as the nonmusical entirety.

6.

We can start again, I would go so far as saying that ‘every post is a way of me covering and not recovering, every post is a way of me stopping the stopping, every post is a way of covering over the covering I have, as it were, done to my heart’. Pure intelligence discerns in us only our own stopping which has always been there and, though appearing in actuality to take many years and much stopping, was there in the beginning, may we have the softness to stop rn, it took in fact no stopping at all.

7.

That it be enough for one to go away for all to be free is true of each but must be so of myself in my dissolution.

8.

Limitations in love self-liberate with nothing that arises being abandoned. No writing is new or relevant. No writer deserves fascination, nor our criticism. There is no silence, only rested stability as naturally perfect pure intelligence. The great bliss kissing space I revealed is free of limitations and of all need for existence. Pure intelligence reigns, subsuming any idea of whether or not one writes it. This space sings, whether or not there is someone recognising, talking, planning, publishing.

9.

At this point intelligence is not held in any particular frame of reference, including angelicism01, though angelicism01 may be perfect for now.

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