The Butterfly's Painted Wings

A little slip here, a little fall there...

Anyway, ancient Chinese tradition depicts the living human being as having three Yang spirits, and seven Yin spirits - the 'three' mainly working in the day-time, and the 'seven' working at night.

There are great sages, particularly of the Wu Shu schools, and of Taoism of course, who can perform what is called 'Jing Po' - 'bright mirror.' This is some sort of mystical, magical thing that allows them to multi-locate, and to multiply exact copies of themselves in different places at the same time.

'I walk through the ten thousand
flowers, but do not touch even so much
as a leaf, nor even a drop of dew...'

If you practice the bright mirror a lot, every day -, then at some point, a jade vessel will appear before you, and which will transport you into the mists that disguise the true heavens, where the Purple-liveried Jade Mansions are... ...and at which place all the other immortals attend at various key times. Here is where the Ultimate Soul permits only that which can yield into it, to remain or to reside there.

Unlike the normal human being, the Immortals are not a composition of a myriad different configurations of 'three and seven' - and so, unlike you or I, who are actually not 'individuals' at all although we think we are, but are composites of many ancestral people and habits and 'consciousness arrangements,' the Immortals are actual separate unique individual people with identifiable permanent characteristics and personalities.

Yet, unlike us normal humans, who are unable to detach from false priorities, these Immortal Beings can 'yield' their internal personal conscious being-ness, into each other and into the Universal Grand Ultimate. The logical principle of this, is, namely, the same thing that occurred with the multiple demons called 'Legion' in the Gospels, which yielded their spirit being-nesses into a herd of swine which careened over a cliff into the sea and rocks below: like two pebbles cast into a still pool, the waves they make must interfere when they meet; like dew that evaporates, its moisture joins the great mist of the mountains to become one; like coherent light of a certain frequency, these beings are augmenting the power in the resonators of the laser...

Although possibly it would not really be light, as in photons, but some other thing. We use 'light' a lot as a metaphor in these kinds of discussions, anyway.

All those Muslims here would be familiar with the eschatology about 'Yajuj wa Majuj' breaking through the iron walls to the outside world at The End Of The World, at which time they will conspire with the Dajjal to take everything away from ordinary humans, and consume everything even killing many humans in order to have more for themselves, and take over power and control over the whole world, and shut up the skies and stop the rain from falling and make the sun rise in the West.

If I convince you that the rains have stopped, is this the same thing as metaphorically having stopped the rain...?

We've done this song before. So what though. Here it is again: