The first song of Sorrow

From Clavicula Nox by Clavdio Salos

 

Know O Man that life is sorrow upon sorrow with no other hope than to be released before new sorrows are placed upon a far too heavy a brow.

The more life one is given, the greater the understanding of the true depth of the bitter cup of sorrow is.

Heavy is the pressure on the heart which turns into something harder and harder.

Such a diamond heart forged by pressure, darkness and time to the hardest material on earth, makes mute beauty of something that should be alive, changing and everlastingly embracing.

Some hearts blackens to the darkest coal and forever lacks the power to shape bitterness into beauty

They turn into poison tainting every other heart they touch.

 

Understanding this some say that all happiness is illusion and that life is slavery. Others claim that only the dying god is strong enough to liberate the heart from sorrow

 

Is not then man divine?

Is not the heart of man a house of God and the promised temple?

Is not the way of the heart the way of salvation walkable for each and everyone no matter by what name one call to God?

 

To fear sorrow is to give it power.

To embrace sorrow is to make it a source.

Sorrow is a shade of life as necessary as love or joy.

Let your sorrow be the bitter taste that heightens sweet and salt and gives depth to your Art

Let life be full even in pain

 

Preserve the changing, listening heart that is the temple of God and the core of your divine being.

Live with doors opened not closed.

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Instruction I

 

Partake and be drunk oh man upon the wine and the life that is offered to you

When wine flows in the company of brothers and the tables are overfilled with precious foods then these implements of joy will surely bring you into the arms of the gods and to ecstasy.

Explore and be amazed by the dialogue between food and wine which in sooth is and should be as the balance between speaking and listening.

Take pleasure in the conversation between food and wine which will lift your spirit and inspire it to sing thus enabling your heart to remember true beauty.

To make meals into such an art is a part of the great web which is the Art. It is also a part of the great web of the universe.

After such joy it is truly possible to go from work to refreshment and play with vigour, love and an easy mind.

In loneliness the wine turns into a sour poison of forgetfulness.

As the tide it labours without pause, digging an abyss in the chamber of your heart.

Out of the abyss there are cries for more of the poison. Strong it rises demanding the very thing that gives it depth.

Slowly the abyss widens until nothing but its gaping blackness remains of the wounded chest.

Out of its depths the howling demons arises whose teeth and claws spread destruction at every turn.

The slave of the sour wine breaks the laws of the Father, the Brother and the Husband. So filled with decay and mind so beset with poison is he that he only may find faults with others and never himself.

Thus is the lonesome wine only a wine for masters who know to take pleasure in truth even if they themselves have to supply both place and bottle.

Synchronicity

 

Synchronicity is the messenger of good possibilities.

It brings gifts to open hearts but will not let itself be controlled by aught but divine necessity.

Many are those who would pass up these free gifts.

Many are also those who would seek to control these gifts and have them enslaved by the will of the sorrowful ego.

Inevitable must such people see that which have been given them taken away.

It will be wrested from their hands by the same necessity that once brought these blessings to them.

This is why we train our minds and practice attention so that we do not hurry by the blessings of the universe.

That is also why we seek to do our true will because only when we do our true will are we able to tread on the divine paths towards our holy guardian angel.

To walk with attention is not to walk with such trepidation that movement cease.

Not moving is limitation and limitation is in itself a sin that can only lead to ruin.

All living things encompass movement in circles and spirals.

The body itself is formed and defined by movement and is left to suffer when it is restricted.

An open mind armed with the virtue of attentativeness and with the will as a bright shining star illuminating the path, will move in accordance with the laws of the universe.

Synchronicity is the evidence for the justness in such an action.

Restriction

 

The word of sin is restriction

To restrict oneself or another is to offend True Will

As we teach or lead someone else it is of the utmost importance that our intent is pure. Our hearts must be constantly searched and questioned.

Therefore never try to teach anything until a question is asked.

Do not make anyone listen to good advice, matters of faith or even directions if you have not been approached and asked to give any of such things.

To give freely is to give without any thought of recompense or demands for gifts in return.

Such gifts are without restriction and therefore without sin.

To receive and accept a gift honours the giver if the gift is freely given.

Avoid giving or receiving gifts that comes with some form of conditions attached to them. Such gifts truly restrict both giver and taker.

Do not try to save people or make efforts to convince them.

Do not preach for out of such comes the illusion of being right.

Out of such decay comes division and placement in accordance with those who are in the right and those who are in the wrong.

Such division is false logic and can only lead to the sin of restriction.

Dark paths treads the one who seek to chain others with his conviction

In the blind faith and belief of ones very own goodness such a person will lead everybody and everyone into the shameful congregation of the Black Brotherhood.

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To behold but one facet of god or to work but one path must not necessarily be wrong or evil.

Such intent may come about out of necessity or conviction and be in full accordance with the True Will.

But a particle of the divine may be enough for one life and one Will.

To claim that this small path is the only path for everyone and to demand the company of other wanderers is to make the journey an abomination.

Have mercy upon the Pilgrim and make him sit by your fire sharing your warmth but do not demand that he should follow you on your journey.

Nor should you seek to accompany him no matter how enlightened his path seems to be.

The third Song of the Heart

 

What is your pride worth when the chains of such pride bar your movements?

How many harsh words could not the lovers have avoided were it not for the pride’s self absorbing fear that directs their conversations?

How much suffering could not the child spare itself if it did not labour so hard to gain the pride of its parents?

Search then your heart and pay attention to your pride.

Is its very nature born out of fear or out of confidence?

Is its very nature life-giving or stifling?

So many of our feelings might be confused with the belittling fear that pride has created that it takes hard and truthful work to know and recognise all the faces and facets of them.

Pride and Fear

Fear and Pride

Are these two not one?

Are they not two completely separate things?

Yes truly are these two one and the same as Pride takes role of restriction and thus denies the initiation of nature.

Pride that spawns fear and Pride that bars action

All these are abominations

The Pride’s fear creates great walls and places dangerous creatures in the motes surrounding the fortress of the heart.

It muffles the divine voice rising form the centre because it fears not being able to hear its own voice.

It keeps the hand of peace hostage and chains the words of forgiveness to the gates of the mouth.

Stone is placed upon stone and tearing down the walls keeping the spirit captured becomes more and more difficult making the owner of the spirit more and more rigid.

Pride and Fear become separate things when one is not dependent of the other.

The first Song of the Heart

The holiest of places dwell within the heart of man

Here lies the anchor for the soul and thus it is the place where the divine is tied to the human.

In that which is life man is often accosted by blows and harsh words in a way that forces her to harden the walls of the heart so that the cuts do not become too deep or too dangerous.

The heart is shielded by walls, buttresses, motes and labyrinths of such might that in the end not even the owner may find his way easily therein.

Love becomes ownership and good deeds becomes good trade. Trade becomes a desperate search in which the living dead tries to regain that which once flowed freely from his chest and was lost so long ago.

How hard is it not to find the anchor of the heart of such a man?

How well hidden is not her inner flame?

How dim is not the trail upon which one must wander to hear but a chord of the divine music that sings at the roots of her heart?

Those who walk the Way often seek to reopen these doors of the heart.

They labour rigorously and with vigilance.

They enlist the aid of mute gods and strange rituals

They seek mastery over the crossroads, the elements, the dreams – yes all that which is whispered to them by the mysteries.

Kings over the known and the unknown they survey the labyrinths.

They catch angels and demons and beseech them to teach the language of the gods so that they may interpret the divine chant.

Yet many are they who fall upon the way and turn bitter and greedy.

It is written that some seek from within.

Others search from without.

It is also written: As above so below

Then let that which is within be that which is without.

Establish thy Khaba – thy temple – thy heart in every place you rest your foot.

Let it flow within you and make it manifest around you so that it illuminates the night and brings light to the late wanderer.

Make your home a castle with strong walls and open gates.

Make travellers welcome in accordance with the ancient rules of hospitality and greet them as a man and a brother.

Let the divine chant reverberate all around you and make your home a celebration to the joy which is life.

Only in such a way may you protect your heart without hiding it or forgetting its song.

Only in such a way is the divine able to take its place in your life and in your deeds.

The song of brotherhood

Brotherhood is a good thing that nourishes your house and your Khaba

That which is given freely amongst brothers and sisters is of the grandest of prizes and should always be received with proper gratitude.

It is also true that the knowledge of the many surpasses the knowledge of the few or the one.

In the exchange between people harmony erupts. It gives birth to the song of many tones and flavours.

The fifth song of the Way

To live is to be in constant movement and in constant change.

True change, and with that true development takes place in interplay with those you meet if you travel with your eyes open.

Songs in canon, tones and counter tones, chords of all kinds and shapes – the crescendo and diminuendo – the dialectics of instruments on separate parts of the stage – The solo, the duets – the blue notes – All these represent the nature of the music we create together and such should also all interaction be between true children of god.

Some people fear this so strongly that they try to control their surroundings with a score so rigid that the music falls dead in desolate halls.

Such people claim that they alone have the truth.

They chain their brothers to their chairs and bid them to play the music of the dead.

Strike hard and without mercy my brother when someone tries to put a chain around your neck or take control over your voice.

Is it not said that: “Thou hast no right but to do thy Will – Do that and no other shall say nay”?

To lead others unto the light – My Song is of god and therefore the only true song – I do good for my fellow man and I salvage their souls and bring them unto god.

So speaketh the dark conductor – So sayeth he whose vessel overflows with putrid decay and corruption – Thus singeth the traitor of Life and the general of the army of the dead.

Such a song of love shrieks of doom and the marching boots of the armies of the shadow moves at a pace with the beat. They march on salted earth blind about all but their own glimmers.

Be on guard and take care of your own voice even when you sing with others.

Add but leave those who would try to make everyone sound exactly the same.

Guard thyself lest you come to think of yourself as so unique that you no longer are able to sing with others.

Remember the pale and feeble ones sitting in their chambers watching life outside as in a feverish dream. They no longer control even the tiniest aspect of life.

What kind of wisdom does one hold who damages his own flesh?

What kinds of knowledge can such a person convey anyone when he doesn’t even understand the principle of the vessel?

Remember these Kings of the Ashes who in their presumptuousness pass judgement over those who have surpassed them in the very mysteries of life.

What good is the Elixir of Life or the knowledge of how it is made for one that lives alone?

Thus sing with others and destroy your conception of your own uniqueness.

But a moment of silence in your inner chambers is enough to raise the truly divine from your heart and from your voice.

Not from any known direction comes revelation.

Explore other peoples’ songs, notes and chords.

Enrapture yourself in notes dedicated to you and never fear that they should lessen the value of your own music.

Thus it stands clear that development demand dialectics.

Few are the truly silent that hear God in their hearts.

These who walk with the principle of the Hermit as their one guiding light has mastered the Sphinx and are the true rulers of Silence. It is so that they are able to transform the interaction with others unto interaction with god.

The fourth song of the Way

To endeavour is to reach for the unreachable.

It is to reach for the moon or to follow rules so strict that no human chest is strong enough to hold them sacred.

This makes the Work a task in constant improvement and in constant change.

Everything may be worked at higher levels of refinement as the goal is something that glorifies true attainment and mastery.

In his rest the wanderer rejoices in knowing that the greatest part of the journey is still ahead of him.

Virtue grows out of every action that strives.

To lust for something is to look for shortcuts towards the goal.

With a hungry heart and fast legs the lustful runs blindly towards his desire without any further concern for his surroundings than weather or not they stand in his way.

The good harvest that the endeavour and movement promise falls like gravel upon unfruitful lands.

A myriad fall for the one and thus is the worth of the one lessened accordingly.

It is in this way many find themselves standing in desolate houses filled with valuable but soulless things.

The many trinkets weigh heavily on weary shoulders.

Movement become slow with those who carry too much and limited are those who have too many things to guard.

The third song of the Way

It is not your place to control other people’s souls

Neither is it your place to pass sentence over their lives or the paths they have chosen for themselves.

Be humble in your approach to others and find understanding instead of confrontation.

To take a step back and listen is not to abandon ones view or perspective. It is just adding another angle and perhaps one you have not thought of earlier.

It is however not your place to be trampled by insensitive feet.

Too much backing away may hinder your journey and render the Way impossible to attain.

When it is impossible to step aside and you are under siege by the unyielding you should give fair warning.

If the siege is not lifted your opponent has chosen his own destruction.

Therefore strike without pleasure and without any more mercy than you have been shown.

It is never favourable to seek battle and strife and it is the worst of failings to do so within your own house and with guests at your table.

Too great meekness is however a limitation and therefore a sin to be avoided lest your house become a lair of freeloaders and parasites.

Be strong in your conviction, proud in your attitude and forthcoming with your hearts desires.

Treat wanderers with respect and guests with generosity but do not let them mock you at your own table or profane your temple.