Author Topic: "Ain Soph Aur" (Read 750 times)

Udie · « **Reply #15 on:** October 06, 2003, 06:47:29 PM »

^ Hash Pipe!

FUNKED1 · « **Reply #16 on:** October 06, 2003, 08:53:59 PM »

Do you guys wear your hoopty paintball gatling gun outfits when you listen to that stuff?

-dead- · « **Reply #17 on:** October 07, 2003, 03:21:01 AM »

Ain Soph Aur is bottom of 3 "veils" above Kether (the crown) of the Tree of Life in Qabala. IMHO it's the first step into "deep" or objective reality - thus it's thoroughly ineffable - the philosophical equivalent of trying to nail jelly to the ceiling with, if you will. This doesn't stop people trying though.

Everybody's favourite naughty boy, Aleister Crowley, assigns ain soph aur these correspondences: "consciousness" in the 40 buddhist meditations; Pan in Greek gods; AUM in Hindu gods, The Tao in the Taoist system; "the Supreme Attainment" in Magical Powers (or Western Mysticism) and Carbon in Mineral Drugs.
Most of these correspondences cover the other 2 veils - ain (Nothing) and ain soph (No limits).
In The Book of Lies he charcterises the 3 veils as:

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second page
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{Kappa-Epsilon-Phi-Alpha-Lambda-Eta Eta Omicron-Upsilon-Kappa
Epsilon-Sigma-Tau-Iota Kappa-Epsilon-Phi-Alpha-Lambda-Eta
Omicron!} (1)

O!
The Ante Primal Triad which is NOT-GOD
Nothing is.
Nothing Becomes.
Nothing is not.

The First Triad which is GOD
I AM.
I utter The Word.
I hear The Word.

The Abyss
The Word is broken up.
There is Knowledge.
Knowledge is Relation.
These fragments are Creation.
The broken manifests Light. (2)

The Second Triad which is GOD
GOD the Father and Mother is concealed in Generation.
GOD is concealed in the whirling energy of Nature.
GOD is manifest in gathering: harmony: consideration: the Mirror of the Sun and of the Heart.

The Third Triad
Bearing: preparing.
Wavering: flowing: flashing.
Stability: begetting.

The Tenth Emanation
The world.

COMMENTARY (The Chapter that is not a Chapter)
This chapter, numbered 0, corresponds to the Negative, which is before Kether in the Qabalistic system.
The notes of interrogation and exclamation on the previous pages are the other two veils.
The meaning of these symbols is fully explained in "The Soldier and the Hunchback".
This chapter begins by the letter O, followed by a mark of exclamation; its reference to the theogony of "Liber Legis" is explained in the note, but it also refers to KTEIS PHALLOS and SPERMA, and is the exclamation of wonder or ecstasy, which is the ultimate nature of things.

NOTE
(1) Silence. Nuit, O; Hadit; Ra-Hoor-Khuit, I.

COMMENTARY (The Ante Primal Triad)
This is the negative Trinity; its three statements are, in an ultimate sense, identical. They harmonise Being, Becoming, Not-Being, the three possible modes of conceiving the universe.
The statement, Nothing is Not , technically equivalent to Something Is, is fully explained in the essay called Berash-ith*.
The rest of the chapter follows the Sephirotic system of the Qabalah, and constitutes a sort of quintessential comment upon that system.
Those familiar with that system will recognise Kether, Chokmah, Binah, in the First Triad; Daath, in the Abyss; Chesed, Geburah, Tiphareth, in the Second Triad; Netzach, Hod and Yesod in the Third Triad, and Malkuth in the Tenth Emanation.
It will be noticed that this cosmogony is very complete; the manifestation even of God does not appear until Tiphareth; and the universe itself not until Malkuth.
The chapter many therefore be considered as the most complete treatise on existence ever written.

NOTE
(2) The Unbroken, absorbing all, is called Darkness.

*Hyphen put in to avoid overzealous censorship filter.
There. Clear as mud now, eh? Hehe I love the smell of mysticism in the morning...

Dune · « **Reply #18 on:** October 07, 2003, 03:32:40 AM »

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Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans.
Well now, Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans.
Yeah, yeah.
Workin' from one end to the other and all points in between.

Took a jump through Mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump through Mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.
Yeah, yeah.
Then out to California through the forests and the pines.
Ah, take me with you, Jesus.

You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
Yeah, yeah.
You don't have to worry 'cause takin' care of business is his name.

AKIron · « **Reply #19 on:** October 07, 2003, 10:00:47 AM »

Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
I’m just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because I’m easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesn’t really matter to me,
To me

Raubvogel · « **Reply #20 on:** October 07, 2003, 10:16:39 AM »

That you like Pina Coladas
Getting caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean
And the taste of champagne
If you'd like making love at midnight
In the dunes of the Cape
You're the lady I've looked for
Come with me and escape

Saurdaukar · « **Reply #21 on:** October 07, 2003, 10:38:39 AM »

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Originally posted by Raubvogel
That you like Pina Coladas
Getting caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean
And the taste of champagne
If you'd like making love at midnight
In the dunes of the Cape
You're the lady I've looked for
Come with me and escape

Now this moves me.

Enough 'whine with me if youre depressed too' set to guitar.

Pass the drinks and take your top off.

Curval · « **Reply #22 on:** October 07, 2003, 12:29:55 PM »

The person who wrote that song has obviously never had sex on a beach (or in Dunes).

It is amazing where you find sand even days later.

It also has a tendancy to have the same effect as say...a pine cone...on the women. I'd be very suspicious of a woman who likes to have sex anywhere near sand.

Westy · « **Reply #23 on:** October 07, 2003, 01:25:25 PM »

Best lyrics ever? Well.

Follow this one if you can. It's very ethereal and orblel!

"duh duh dah dah dah duh dah duh....."

"...duh duh dah dah dah duh dah duh"

WIPEOUT!"

Deep huh? I agree!!

Also. Should you ever want to branch out to twelve string mysticism and prose check out the writings by Nielsen. For example,

"Mommy's alright,

Daddy's alright,

they just seem a little weird.

Surrender,

surrender,

but don't give yourself away,

ay,

ay, ay. "

This is just staggeringly rich, prophetic prose. Secular scholars, and yahoo.board denizens have yet to translate far beyond the inuendo and alagory in that intitial phrase "Mommies Alright."

Westy · « **Reply #24 on:** October 07, 2003, 01:35:48 PM »

Course "Ain Soph Aur" could be refering to the prized piece of furniture that the sophaur King Wetodd Dit treasures.

rpm · « **Reply #25 on:** October 07, 2003, 02:03:06 PM »

High class Slim came floatin' in
down from the county line.
Just gettin' right on Saturday night,
ridin' with some friends of mine.
They invited me just to come and see
just what was on their minds
and then I took my first long look
at the Master of Sparks on high.

In the back of Jimmy's Mack
stood a round steel cage
welded into shape by Slim,
made out of sucker gauge.
How fine, they cried, now with you inside,
strapped in there safe and sound.
I thought, my-o-my, how the sparks will fly
if that thing ever hit the ground.

Slim was so pleased when I had eased
into his trap of death.
He had slammed the door but I said no more
and I thought I'd breathed my last breath.
We was out in the sticks down Highway Six
and the crowd was just about right.
The speed was too, so out I flew
like a stick of rollin' dynamite.

When I hit the ground you could hear the sound
and see the sparks a country mile.
End over end I began to spin
but the ball started runnin' wild.
But it was too late as I met my fate
and the ball started gettin' hot.
But through the sparks and the flame I knew that the claim
of the Master of Sparks was gone.

Holden McGroin · « **Reply #26 on:** October 07, 2003, 02:22:45 PM »

When you are sad and lonely
and have no place to go
Call me up, sweet baby,
and bring along some dough
And we’ll go honky tonkin’, honky tonkin’
Honky tonkin’, honey baby
We’ll go honky tonkin’ ’round this town.

When you and your baby
have a fallin’ out
Just call me up sweet mama
and we’ll go steppin’ out
And we’ll go honky tonkin’, honky tonkin’
Honky tonkin’, honey baby
We’ll go honky tonkin’ ’round this town.

We’re goin’ to the city -
to the city fair
If you go to the city
then you will find me there
And we’ll go honky tonkin’, honky tonkin’
Honky tonkin’, honey baby
We’ll go honky tonkin’ ’round this town.

Hank Williams kicks ass

Westy · « **Reply #27 on:** October 07, 2003, 02:32:07 PM »

You aint "heard" Hank till you've digested some peyote and spun up...

East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And I'll stand out
In buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where
Yer friends don't tote a gun
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let's vamoose where gals keep usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.

Holden McGroin · « **Reply #28 on:** October 07, 2003, 03:10:48 PM »

Another Hank song, (and I prefer shots of Tequila to Peyote)
showing the incredible multiple layered depth to the lyrics. Much better than Mudvayne. Hank's stuff is still performed more than 40 years after his death.

Yea! my bucket’s got a hole in it
Yea! my bucket’s got a hole in it
Yea! my bucket’s got a hole in it
I can’t buy no beer.

Well I’m standin’ on a corner - with a bucket in my hand
I’m waitin’ for a woman - that ain’t got no man.

’cause my bucket’s got a hole in it
Yea! my bucket’s got a hole in it
Yea! my bucket’s got a hole in it
I can’t buy no beer.

Well, I went upon the mountain - I looked down in the sea
I seen the crabs and the fishes - doin’ the be-bop-bee.

’cause my bucket’s got a hole in it
Yea! my bucket’s got a hole in it
Yea! my bucket’s got a hole in it
I can’t buy no beer.

Well, there ain’t no use - of me workin’ so hard
When I got a woman - in the boss man’s yard.

’cause my bucket’s got a hole in it
Yea! my bucket’s got a hole in it
Yea! my bucket’s got a hole in it
I can’t buy no beer.

Well, me and my baby - we just bought a ford
And now we sit together - on the running board.

’cause my bucket’s got a hole in it
Yea! my bucket’s got a hole in it
Yea! my bucket’s got a hole in it
I can’t buy no beer.

manticor · « **Reply #29 on:** October 07, 2003, 04:46:31 PM »

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Originally posted by vorticon
that song rules...if you like crap from artists who will dissapear in a couple years ...this one is way better

What do you meam!!! the recently release a nw akbum entiltles "world so cold"!!