Monthly Archives: February 2017

The natal is in the middle

The natal is outside, like the salmon swimming towards their unknown place of procreation.The natal is in the middle, someone just looks at the ticking of the clockwork. Orange and green. Life is now cut off the mothers stream but not from the body. Life was always there, for at least another 8 months of which we do not have a reference. So why all the fuzz about the beginning as in reality there is only a middle, the beginning is opaque, the end is unknown. Judgement wants the beginning and the end. In the end is my beginning, the middle is all there is. From a kosmik perspective there is only a middle, empty and infinite, we swim in the middle. We can never leave the middle because history never repeats itself. The cosmos never repeats itself, its difference that repeats not the celestial movements. The natal is a snapshot to an article,a reference point, it works because of the desire for a self, a God. What comes into play here is the relation between desire and the self. Desire is not a creation of the person but a relation between the person and the outside (another person, a car, a life). Desire is not constitutional to the person, she is outside like the natal. In other words the Natal is not the self, it is a relation of the self to a multiplicity that preceded the self.

Kosmik dawn

The insane jubilee of the kosmik challenge is ahead. The post-identity century needs a new ritual outcome to create an altered dis-course, an enunciation of the collective experience unlike the ones we got used to. Post digital yet with all the senses involved, hand by hand, heart by heart, a music that pulls the lost strings together again.

The kosmik dawn is affirmative, it requires yes as an answer and is not much interested in any other outcomes. In nature the ritual has always been musical. Even when the music was reduced to pure theory or a one to one excursion, the harmonics and melodies were the basic forces of the exchange. To realize this picture of sound as a circle of becoming is the task to be faced. Thats why the psychologist can not be a leader of tomorrow’s fate, she carries the burden as the vanishing make up/over of the christian heritage. Something will save the day. A so called healing of one to one, because the One is no longer there. Just someone to talk to, a sensitized empathic ear in the sea of isolated individuals. The preacher fallen off the shelf, like an echo of an empty church, yes the love needs a release somewhere, if the church would have been full the preachers wouldn’t  have to revert to psychology as the dance would do.

She has been vital as an intermediate of that involuted 20th century. Crossing the river from Christianity to technology requires some Chironic bogeyman at work.