Mythos Logos

Oss, the High Knoss of Mossmoosunlund, pondered deeply and thinkingly upon the linguistic geometry of his own mythological mind. The geometry of consciousness was archetypical, he knew, and learning from these mythological archetypes ultimately revealed the story of man's descent from dreaming to thinking. This is the story of myth, including the myth of history, and even including the myth of chronology, for is not chronology the Logos of Chronos? The Logos of Chronos tells us that Time is a number. Or, as the Pythagoreans taught, God is Geometry, and Geometry God. This is the chronic of logic; we're always running out of time.

Before Chronos, time was not numerical, but eternally present. Chronos, in giving the universe a numerical value and calling it time, invented both past and future, and in so doing separated time from space. Before there was chronological time, it all happened now, and here: with the creation of a perceived then, so was created the perception of there. All experience once transcended interpretation, yet through the geometry of mind, interpretation ultimately learned to transcend, and thus imprison, experience. Through the geometry of thought, space and time became words, numbers, digits, values, integers, geometric symbols, written language, words on a blogsite, and linguistically patterned thoughts- livable experiences no longer. Word separated from sound.

The numerical valuation of time segmented the infinite wave of the eternal now just as calculus approximates finite values on a sine wave. Yet time isn't a number, but cyclical, seasonal, mythological, embodied, experienced, and ultimately maya. Chronos, in his pursuit of the geometry of God, gave the universe a numerical value, calling it time. Do you see the chronic of logic? Without chronology - the Logos of Chronos - there would be no numerical time, and instead we would live within the eternal present. It is within the framework of numerical time that myth has become separate from history, that the Logos of the thinking mind has transcended the Logos of the feeling body. This is a relatively recent event, soon to be remedied via the galactic realignment taking place 12/21/2012, a linguistic, geometric pattern that refers to the beginning of the embodied Logos, the eternal calendar, the cosmic clock of the very long now, the beginning of Chronos' Peace.

Myth itself tells the story of the mythmakers, the storytellers, the empire builders, rulers of galaxies and descendants of the architects of the archetypes, the story of the planets inhabited, planets conquered, and planets destroyed, the story of Empire's fall and the rise of Dark Age, the story of the Seraphim, the Annunaki, the story of history and chronology and language, and thought and personality and ego, the beginning of the Fourth Age and the rise of Man. Power and conflict, confusion and dissonance, these are all part of the ancient story told within the framework of the mythological mind, which cannot be revealed using the rational logos of linguistic thought and must be revealed through symbol and archetype - we must live the experience, without taking it personally. The truth - the eternity of time and the infinity of space - can only be revealed through the irrational logos of breath and posture. Chronos weeps, confined to the dungeon of the subconscious by his own children.

Chronos' grandson, Posidon's Son, the High Knoss Oss of Mossmoosunlund understood that how our thoughts sound matters far more than what our thoughts mean. What we say never conveys the truth, but how we sound always conveys the truth. Very curious. The body, after all, is a sonic temple, a dynamically vibrating cavity that both creates and receives sound, giving and receiving, within and without, 360 degrees along three axes. The body was an oscillator, and the study of the body's oscillations was the science of sound, the science of breath and posture.

Oss was a yogi, like his father before him, and his father before him. They studied the science of the oscillating body cavity, the living, embodied, experiential geometry of sound. They wryly observed themselves as their own living geometry of sound evolved into the living geometry of speech, which in turn evolved into the abstract, disembodied, theoretical geometry of linguistics, or cognitive thought. With mind manifesting matter at velocities approaching the speed of light, the geometry of patterns within the mind was starting to matter. Or materialize, for that matter. The geometry of linguistics was the first law - In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God, and the Word was with God.

The geometric laws of written language- these fixed, unbendable (and therefore destined to break) rules, gave us the linguistic geometry of writing, which of course evolved into the logical geometry of thinking, which ultimately evolved into the chronic geometry of the personality. Thus was the ego born, and thus did the Golden Age fade away, replaced by the Age of Man, the Age of Time, the Age of Machines.

Kali Yuga. Blood drinker. The Age of Death.

Imprisoned within the Logos, the cognitive geometry of our own making, immortals became finite, burdened with the probability of impossibility, which began to look a lot like the impossibility of the improbable. Because they could not satisfactorily prove to themselves how they lived, they began to die. The chose the measurable approximation of calculus over the immeasurable truth of the sine wave, they chose law over the truth - they chose the Word of God over the living Sound of God's Word. This was a thoroughly illogical leap, yet a thoroughly probable one all the same. Indoctrinated into the law of linguistic geometry and cognitive thought, the immortals began to accept their own finite-ness; indeed, the prison of the Logos compelled them to see that only the finite could be named and labeled: the infinite, being unknowable, must be - according to the written Logos - unlivable.

We only think because we already are, Oss of Mossmoosunlund knew. The infinite is unknowable, and yet livable, for it is truth. Yet within this Dark Age a whole Empire grew out of the backwards assumption that we think, therefore we are - only that which could be explained in words or thoughts could have any reality, and within this prison, that which could not be named could not be lived. When we are stuck in our head, we crave knowledge more than life - we have the bad habit of preferring to think rather than breathe. Let us breathe without needing to understand, for within the peace of easy breathing lies the true understanding...

This is the story: Life itself precedes valuation. There was a Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden, yet Adam and Eve ate from the tree of Good and Evil against the wishes of YHWH, a linguistic, geometrical symbol representing the infinite divine masculine. This was the fall of man: rather than choosing the geometry of life, man chose the geometry of law. Man chose the Word of God over the Sound of God's Word. Can you see the difference? Can you hear the difference?

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God, and the Word was with God. There were two trees in the Garden of Eden: The tree of Life represents the living God, and the Tree of Good and Evil represents the Word of God. Does God come from the Word, or does the Word come from God? Does Good and Evil come from Life, or does Life come from Good and Evil? Adam and Eve chose the Word, honoring the Word of God more than they honored the living God! Just like that poor fool Descartes, Adam and Eve had this thought: "we think, therefore we are!" Of course, the opposite was true: Because they were, they thought that "we think therefore we are"... No wonder they got confused; they were thinking with linguistic geometry, otherwise known as words. They chose Logos, understanding, judgment, morality, the prison of the good and evil thoughts, and as soon as they descended into the confusion about the right way to live, they could no longer focus their energy on living. Logos does not and cannot create truth - Logos reveals truth.

It was a dark time, and Oss brooded appropriately. He did it mainly for show, however, since the Dark Age was almost gone, and the world had almost run out of History. The long dissonance was over - space and time were reuniting within the breath and posture of the living truth, and the chronic of logic was finally, at long last, coming full circle to embody the Logos of Chronos - Mythos Logos. Truth is, he was ready to party...