#ordo ab chao

[techniche]

In Advancement of Learning, [Francis] Bacon argues that just as there are 'brotherhoods' in families and those associated with certain skills (crafts guilds), there should also be a 'fraternity in learning and illumination.' By 1586, the Fra Rosi Crosse Society, or the Order of the Rosicrucians, which became a degree in the Knights of the Helmet. Bacon later gave the group the name of Acception Masons, who were to carry out the long-term objectives of societal reform outlined in the  Advancement of Learning...  ...At Gray's Inn, Bacon was a member of the Order of the Helmet, dedicated to the goddess Pallas Athena, who was most often represented dressed in armor like a male soldier, holding a spear in her right hand, with a serpent writhing at her feet, and wearing a Corinthian helmet raised high atop her forehead. Developed in the early seventeenth century BC, the 'Corinthian style' helmet had no earl holes, but had solid nose guard a phallic cap-shaped crown. It is also known as the Cap of Hades, Helm of Hades, or Helm of Darkness. Wearers of the cap in Greek myths include Athena, the goddess of wisdom, the messenger god of Hermes, and the hero Perseus. Rabelias called it the Helmet of Pluto, and Erasmus the Helmet of Orcus, a Roman god of the underworld. In classical mythology, the helmet was also known as the Cap of Invisibility that can turn the wearer invisible. According to Bacon, 'the helmet of Pluto, which maketh the politic man go invisible, is secrecy in the counsel, and celerity in the execution.' Thus the members of the Order of the Helmet likewise served 'invisible' to the world, much of their labour being published anonymously or under pseudonyms. To signify their vow of invisibility the knights of the order all had to kiss Athena's helmet. Pallas Athena was known as 'the Spear Shaker', or the 'Shaker of the Spear', while the cryptically hyphenated version of the name 'Shake-Speares' appeared on the title pages of certain plays of Shakespeare, and on every page of the first edition of his sonnets.

David Livingstone (Ordo Ab Chao: The Grand Lodge, Chapter 1: The Elizabethen Age: Knights of the Helmet, pg. 5-6, 2022)

#rosicrucian #rosicrucianism #knights of the helmet #pallas athena #francis bacon #elizabethen age #western esotericism #western esoteric tradition #occultism #history #occult history #ordo ab chao #david livingstone #fra rosi crosse society #order of the rosicrucians #william shakespeare #shakespeare #literature #english history #england #pluto #sir francis bacon

[pierre-hector]

Ordo ab chao

Les puissants du monde ont retenu les leçons de l'histoire. Aujourd'hui, l'état d'urgence permanent est l'un des moteurs du maintien des peuples sous le joug de quelques-uns.

“... si la France avait accepté avec reconnaissance et sans discussion le gouvernement autoritaire de Louis XIV, c'est qu'elle sortait des misères de la Fronde et que rien ne lui paraissait à ce moment préférable à l'ordre et à la paix civile. Après la Révolution, elle acclamera pareillement la tyrannie cent fois plus lourde de Bonaparte.”

‣ Pierre Gaxotte, « Le Siècle de Louis XV », éd. Arthème Fayard, 1953, Le livre de poche historique, 1956, p. 190.

— Ill. : Galerie Roger Viollet, https://www.galerie-roger-viollet.fr/fr/photo-pierre-gaxotte-1895-1982-ecrivain-et-555372-2824394116

#Pierre Gaxotte #histoire #ordo ab chao #état d'urgence permanent #urgence perpétuelle #guerre #peuple

[aeltri]

PS: Der Ring sits in Frankfurt, the real main HQ of the European Union (not Brussels). Remember who was spotted there on 9/9/17?

#freemasonry #illuminati #ordo ab chao #get ready to rumble

[allengreenfield]

#ordo ab chao #fibonacci #paradigm shift

[theemotionmachine]

50+ Motivational Latin Proverbs to Elevate Your Thinking to New Levels

- Acta non verba ("deeds not words")

- Ad meliora ("towards better things")

- Ad victoriam ("to victory")

- Audere est faucere ("to dare is to do")

- Astra inclinant, sed non obligant ("the stars incline us, they do not bind us")

- Bono malum superate ("good will overcome evil")

- Carpe diem ("seize the day")

- Calamus gladio fortior ("the pen is mightier than the sword")

- Cogito, ergo sum ("I think, therefore I am")

- Cras es noster ("tomorrow, be ours")

- Dictum factum ("what is said is done")

- Duc, sequere, aut de via decede ("lead, follow, or get out of the way")

- Dum spiro, spero ("while I breathe, I hope")

- Ego te provoco ("I challenge you")

- Est modus in rebus ("there is a middle way in all things")

- Faber est suae quisque fortunae ("every man is the artisan of his own fortune")

- Familia supra omnia ("family over everything")

- Fons vitae caritas ("love is the fountain of life")

- Fortiter et fideliter ("bravely and faithfully")

- Gladiator in arena consilium capit ("the gladiator is formulating his plan in the arena")

- Grandescunt aucta labore ("by work, all things increase and grow")

- Humilitas occidit superbiam ("humility kills pride")

- Igne natura renovatur integra ("through fire nature is reborn whole")

- Incepto ne desistam ("may I not shrink from my purpose")

- Magna est vis consuetudinis ("great is the power of habit")

- Memento mori ("remember you must die")

- Memento vivere ("remember you have to live")

- Memores acti prudentes future ("mindful of what has been done, aware of what will be")

- Morior invictus ("death before defeat")

- Non ducor, duco ("I am not led, I lead")

- Omne initium difficile est ("every beginning is difficult")

- Ordo ab chao ("order out of chaos")

- Palma non sine pulvere ("no reward without effort")

- Pax vobiscum ("peace be with you")

- Praesis ut prosis ne ut imperes ("lead in order to serve, not in order to rule")

- Praemonitus, praemunitus ("forewarned is forearmed")

- Primum non nocere ("first do no harm")

- Qui non proficit, deficit ("he who does not advance, goes backward")

- Qui totum vult totum perdit ("he who wants everything loses everything")

- Sapientia potentia est ("wisdom is power")

- Si vis amari, ama ("if you wish to be loved, love")

- Sic parvis magna ("greatness from small beginnings")

- Sic vita est ("such is life")

- Suum cuique ("to each his own")

- Tempus fugit ("time flies")

- Tendit in ardua virtus ("virtue strives for what is difficult")

- Ubi concordia, ibi victoria ("where is unity, there is victory")

- Vacate et scire ("be still and know")

- Veni, vidi, vici ("I came, I saw, I conquered")

- Verba volant, scripta manent ("words fly away, writing remains")

- Vincit qui se vincit ("he conquers who conquers himself")

[lyingpink]

🐍 The soundtrack to Ouroboros is now - finally! - out and I'm sososo proud of it!

👉👉👉Listen and download here👈👈👈

Relive the excitement of hit asymmetrical bullet hell title Ouroboros, with all of the tracks you know and love

OR listen for the first time and think, "whoa those tracks are good, I bet the game is good too, I'm going to play it". That's allowed too. But you should play it, it's a good game

15 tracks!

Including 4 bonus tracks that didn't make it into the final game!

One of those bonus tracks is the full version of that 'y are there ghosts shaking ass in my garage' shitpost I did a while back

I'd lost the project file for that track and needed to recreate it from scratch for the sake of art! And ghosts! And ass! Please understand

It's good

Also it's free??? $0.00??? Wanna pay anyway? Too bad! You can't do that! For several reasons! Just buy me a slice of cake or think about me while gazing wistfully at a plant of some kind

Thank you to @shoyslayer for being such a delight to make cool things with, as ever.

When I have more time I hope to do a postmortem of these tracks, talking a bit about what made them work and what it was like to write for this game. I probably won't have time for a while though, so please be patient. In the meantime go download my music!

#ly.mid #I can't overstate how proud I am of this soundtrack #it's not perfect but I did some cool things imo #Bandcamp

[citan-uzuki]

They're selling physical fan translations of Perfect Works and Ordo Ab Chao on the internet

It appears that they are. Copies of Perfect Works can be found here for any interested Xenogears fans.

#xenogears #asks

[purasangree]

Voy a ser MUY CLARO:

Te dejo cuatro pruebas irrefutables para NO ir a votar BAJO NINGÚN CONCEPTO.

Tanto si decides votar sin molestarte en verlas, como si decides votar aún después de haberlas visto... SERÁS CÓMPLICE DE LOS PRÓXIMOS CUATRO AÑOS DE CRÍMENES,  MISERIA, ASESINATOS Y EXPOLIO EN NUESTRO PAÍS.

NO preguntes por qué, solo MIRA ESTO:

1. El fraude de partidos demostrado

2. Partidos, organizaciones criminales

3. Votar blanco, nulo o abstenerse?

4. Documental Frente a la Gran Mentira

5. Documental Ordo ab Chao camino maldito

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#noenminombre

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[tk-duveraun]

Custom Job: Centurion

Marcia is a custom job called Centurion. It uses a Garlean gunblade MH and knuckles off hand (stat distribution like pld sword and board).

It’s a dex melee/“scouting” job with quick combos and moderate flank positionals. It lags behind on dps, but brings critical party buffs - think melee DNC.

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Quest ‘Fortiter et Fideliter‘ is available in Radz-at-han at level 90 after completing Main Scenario Quest ‘Endwalker.’

-

“It isn’t often people are happy to see me, but I suppose you’re not here to socialize. “

“My people have always needed an edge over you all who can use aether. They’re secret arts, but you brought joy to my best friend, so I can make an exception.”

“That expression is more what I’m used to.”

“If you can accept training from Zenos’ soulmate, I’ll teach you the techniques of the Centurion.”

“This won’t be as flashy as magic, but trust me, your companions will notice you regardless.”

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Raid buff: Ordo ab Chao Applies a buff to party members within 15y: All direct and critical hits are direct critical hits Duration: 15s

Capstone ability: Morior Invictus Refuse to kneel, preventing most attacks from reducing your HP to less than 1. Duration: 5s Recast: 300s

Hallmark Ability: Para Bellum Grants you Acta and also grants target party member Non Verba, allowing you to share the effects of Ordo, Ad Victoriam and Horrida Bella with said party member. Effect ends upon reuse. Non Verba cannot be stacked with Dancer’s Dancer Partner

#fake class #fake job #marcia

[techniche]

Walter Map was also responsible for the development of the legend of Melusine, or Melusina, a feminine spirit of European folklore. Like the echidna, who was the purported ancestress of the Scythians, Melusine is usually depicted as a woman who is a serpent or fish from the waist down, much like a mermaid. She is popularly known from her depiction of the logo of Starbucks. In addition to the House of Luxembourg, Melusina is also the supposed ancestress of the famous House of Lusignan. The family of Lusignan originated in Poitou, near Lusignan in western France, in the early tenth century. By the end of the eleventh century, the family had risen to become the most prominent petty lords in the region from their castle at Lusignan. At various times, the House of Lusignan ruled several principalities in Europe and the Holy Land, including the kingdoms of Jerusalem, Cyprus, and Armenia. It also had great influence in England and France.

- David Livingstone (Ordo Ab Chao: The Dying-God, Melusine, pg. 196, 2022)

The fairy Mélusine: the image of the fairy with the long hair, its mirror in the hand, decorates one of Saint-Sulpice church's stained-glass windows. Image credit: Pays de Fougères.

Starbucks logos (1971 - Current). Melusine was the inspiration for the Starbucks logo

#melusine #melusina #starbucks #european history #logo #occult history #ordo ab chao #david livingstone #history #house of luxembourg #house of lusignan #holy land #armenia #cyprus #literature #folklore #european folklore #scythians #tenth century #10th century #walter map

[human-antithesis]

Hermit’s Lair - Human Antithesis https://t.me/Human_Antithesis

Mayhem Country: Norway Genre: Black Metal Formed in: 1984

Lineup:

Jan Axel Blomberg A.K.A. Hellhammer - Drums (1988 - Present)

Morten Bergeton Iversen A.K.A. Teloch - Guitars (2011 - Present)

Attila Csihar - Vocals (1993, 2004 - Present)

Charles Hedger A.K.A. Ghul - Guitars (2012 - Present)

Jørn Stubberud A.K.A. Necrobutcher - Bass (1984 - 1991, 1994 - Present)

Per Yngve Ohlin A.K.A. Dead (R.I.P. 1969 - 1991) - Vocals (1988 - 1991)

Øystein Aarseth A.K.A. Euronymous (R.I.P. 1968 - 1993) - Vocals (1984 - 1986), Guitars (1984 - 1993)

Albums:

1986 - Pure Fucking Armageddon (Demo) 1987 - Deathcrush (EP) 1990 - Studio Tracks 1993 - Live in Leipzig 1994 - De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas 1996 - The Dawn of the Black Hearts 1997 - Wolf’s Lair Abyss (EP) 1999 - Mediolanum Capta Est 2000 - Grand Declaration of War 2001 - Live in Marseille 2000 2004 - Chimera 2007 - Ordo Ad Chao 2014 - Esoteric Warfare 2016 - De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas Alive 2019 - Daemon 2021 - Voces Ab Alta (Single) 2021 - Atavistic Black Disorder/Kommando (EP)

#Hermit's Lair #Human Antithesis #Telegram #Mayhem #Black Metal #Jan Axel Blomberg #Hellhammer #Morten Iversen #Teloch #Jørn Stubberud #Necrobutcher #Øystein Aarseth #Euronymous #Norway #Attila Csihar #Attila #Hungary #Charles Hedger #Ghul #United Kingdom #UK #Per Yngve Ohlin #Dead #Sweden

[aeltri]

Pretty much 🙄

#democrats #republicans #uniparty #were fucked #ordo ab chao

[allengreenfield]

#chaos theory #ordo ab chao

[carriontrilevel]

#Day2996 #TWD #Thursday

  2,996 #NEGAN @JDMorgan

 Ordo Ab Chao ut Novus Ordo Seclorum

#negan #The Walking Dead #Carrion Trilevel

[branded-perceptions]

As we grow up, our behaviourism, habits and unconscious content of our minds

(whose unconscious emotional charges we during the day tend to just rationalise via our fallen conscious minds metaphorical "love affair")

get altered every night🌛 via our dreams that process everything that caused trouble💉😱 (prediction errors free energy principle karl friston) in our perceptional interface or anyhow else got our attention spikes during the day

which then during the nightly🌛 "dreams" reorders and innovates the contents of your perceptional mind interface🐑

while during the morning🌅 when you wake up you again seperate the functional from the disfunctional dream contents that altered the underlying functional symbol🎅 pool that we built our "consciousness"🌞 with

and in the exact same pattern does society at large with regarding each topic various metaphorical "days" and "nights"🌛🛐🐑💤🐑 of our collectively entrained behaviourism

while the main duty of the heads🧠 of judicative like Attorney General is to during each "sunrise" via "the judgement" (reality testing🥜) adapt (ordo ab chao) societies collective sense-making pattern superego boundaries👑 like lawstructures🌛 towards incentivising the seperation of the according to "the causal reality testing judgment" via data feedback evaluated functional from the dysfunctional social constructs via retrospective introspective

🎶SUMMERTIME SADNESS - LANA DEL REY

to keep our shared causal touch of entrained motivations close to a direction🧠👅🧠

(🎵KISS ME HARD BEFORE YOU GO)

of caring for all our most basic life force🌞 behind our subjective mind constructs🌛 distance

(🎵SUMMERTIME SADNESS)

to our collective objective physical touch where we all with our by law protected basic life needs tend to be rather similar than different

(🎵I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW, THAT BABY, YOU THE BEST)

while we via our above explained conditioning during collective "nights"🌛🛐🐑💤🐑 like corona pandemic polarise via many "contradictorily" similar like nightly dreams self-exaggerating (white bear problem) innovation-seeking construct-formations like political overrationalised (reductionism) "left" blue and emotional impulsive intuitional "right" (emotionalism) red

(🎵I GOT MY RED DRESS ON TONIGHT)

embodying the collective Jungian unconscious minds' repressions

(🎵DANCIN' IN THE DARK, IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT)

that surface via our diversifying sense-making structures' chase for impressions

(🎵DONE MY HAIR UP REAL BIG, BEAUTY QUEEN STYLE)

in reflection of our mimetic habits' repressions

(🎵HIGH HEELS OFF, I'M FEELIN' ALIVE)

focus on our collective status "heavens"🤥😷😇 shared fantasy sky

(🎵OH, MY GOD, I FEEL IT IN THE AIR)

whose hypocrisy naturally like via medieval nursery rhymes

(due average population being more motivated to protect their basic causal life boundaries regarding the in status fantasies' heaven visible personas who due reward conditioning tend to value more their fantasy defences')

surfaces ironic processes as collective boundary functions of average populations' life force relation🌞 to causal needs of society (metaphorical "eye of RA")

to alter our shared social dreamworlds' metaphorical "eye of Horus" of shared sense-making orders

whose repetitive cyclic evolutionary social functionality regarding all sorts of topics now for the first time in history can be smoothered, evolved systems for and streamlined via the by "starlink" worldwide unbreakably connected new communication technologies

(🎵TELEPHONE WIRES ABOVE ARE SIZZLIN' LIKE A SNARE)

as focal lense of evolvement of awareness of directing of our by society emanated psychic energies' entrained desires

(🎵HONEY, I'M ON FIRE, I FEEL IT EVERYWHERE)

towards meritocratic superegos' habitual search and dialectic discussions about all possible subjective blind spots that usually cause so much suffering and injustice in the attention shadows

(🎵NOTHING SCARES ME ANYOMORE)

of our reputation managed status heavens'

(🎵I'M FEELIN' ELECTRIC TONIGHT: 📚Free energy Principle by Karl Friston)

social incentive streams🐟🐟🐟

(🎵CRUISIN' DOWN THE COAST, GOIN' ABOUT 99)

of our collectively by that social infatuation (🔍brand love) steered self-justifying minds

(🎵GOT MY BAD BABY BY MY HEAVENLY🤥😷😇 SIDE)

loosing touch🤝 with what evolutionary purpose collectively matters in our mortal lives:

🎵I KNOW IF I GO, I'LL DIE HAPPY TONIGHT

[theleagueofextraordinarymonsters]

MASTERPIECE

by

Saint Otto

Whistling a classical refrain that might have been Bach, maybe Vivaldi, the artist unlocked and gently pushed open the door to her basement studio. It had always been her habit to whistle or hum absently to herself when absorbed in her work. She was oblivious to which composer had moved her as she was being moved by the same forces that had moved them in their day. Ordo ab Chao was a truth the artist had understood intrinsically her whole life.

Entering the studio, she groped to her right and found the light switch. Though somewhat cold and sterile, the studio was comfortable and roomy enough and suited her needs well. Here, beneath the somnolent buzz and lifeless antiseptic glare of the fluorescent lights, she could give free reign to the forces working through her.

To create - or destroy - as it pleased her; to take Chaos and form it, or else rend Order into insanity, it didn't matter. Ultimately, it was all art.

Her art.

As one who considered herself a true artist she did not concern herself with the likelihood that neither she nor her art would ever be recognised in her lifetime. Art was for art's sake, and being ignored had not made the passion and burning brilliance of Vincent any less valid or visionary. Beauty and truth would always survive madness, destined eternally to emerge hollow-eyed and gaunt, but undaunted, from the death-camps of ideological holocausts.

It was for this reason she never signed her work. Her art was its own author and its own legacy; it spoke through her as she spoke through it, though never so loudly that the work could not be heard speaking for itself. Words and titles and names were banal, the artist thought. Her art was beyond these things, as was she herself. If words held any real power, she would have been a writer.

Yet, as with most unacknowledged genius, she did believe her art would eventually find an appreciative audience. Who could know if the eyes which would see and the mind which would perceive were not still awaiting birth?

Maybe it was already beginning to happen the artist thought, taking her stained work smock off the hook behind the door and pulling it over her head. After all, hadn't four exhibits in four months raised successively more eyebrows... more outrage and indignation with each exhibit? Weren't they all asking more questions?

That was as it should be and it pleased the artist. To her mind, true art should only pose questions and never attempt to answer them. Answers are finite. Absolute.

True art - her art - was not. Even to herself it was a mystery; unfathomable. She felt no obligation to understand it, however, only the desire to see it realised.

Now, as she prepared to begin the work that would become the centrepiece for her next exhibition, it occurred to her once again that she might actually be on the verge of a breakthrough. The artist was not sure this was a good thing, but as it seemed inevitable she decided that she didn't really care either way. With or without the prestigious Darkermann Art Prize, her art would prevail, just as the famous Harry Lovell had done before he lost his mind and killed his family.

That's the funny thing about genius, she thought... you can't breed it or implant it; genius - and genius alone - chooses for itself within whom it shall reside.

Still, if some translucent-skinned, milquetoast pseudo-intellectual critic wants to categorise her art as post-modern reconstructivism, then let them. What did she care? Like any pioneer with vision, she would be elsewhere when that time came, opening up new territories. Her art would continue to dictate itself and she would remain ambivalent, as she always had been. The artist was under no illusion about herself or her art; she was merely the conduit through which her art chose to arrive in this dimension from some other.

Tugging and smoothing her work smock down, the artist surveyed her studio. It was neat and uncluttered, purely a functional workspace.

The walls, mostly bare save for a few charcoal sketches taped here and there flapping gently on the draft, were as spattered and splashed as the worn linoleum on the concrete floor. The artist was grateful it was a windowless space too, given the proximity to noisy Commercial Road.

She preferred not to have previous work in her studio; she found it distracted her from her current work, which right now occupied the centre of the studio floor.

A Bluetooth speaker, the only concession to distraction and ambience, sat on the workbench like an out of place artefact. Surrounded by the sundry tools of her trade standing up in jars and soaking in spirits, it looked like an idol bathing in the veneration of primitives.

Linoleum whispered underfoot as she crossed the floor to the workbench, pressing play on Spotify with an exaggerated theatrical flourish.

The strains of "Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro" filled the air of the studio as the artist began whistling absently once more, reflecting that even the prodigious Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was under-appreciated enough in his time to have been buried in a pauper's grave. Being on the very cutting edge of contemporary art, it seemed, had never been a guarantee against an impoverished death.

Pushing these morbid thoughts aside the artist carefully selected the tools she would need to begin her masterpiece from the jars of spirits that lined the rear edge of the workbench.

Holding each implement up to the light in turn, the artist inspected with a critical eye. Satisfied, she dried each tool with a clean, dry cloth and laid them out carefully on a tray lined with a blue hand towel.

Reaching under the bench, the artist pulled out a wheeled stainless steel three-shelved trolley and placed the tray upon it. Head down, she wheeled the trolley to the centre of the studio.

There she stood for a while, head still down. Her humming became louder and more insistent, rising with the urgency of a hive disturbed.

Turning now to face the fresh, unblemished canvas mounted securely to her jerry-rigged easel, the artist licked her dry lips tentatively. She touched her fingertips lightly to her forehead and felt the cold, thin veneer of perspiration she knew would be there. It was always this way when she became consumed by the creative act. Anticipation, she believed, might one day actually kill her.

The pale canvas rippled with soft shadow as she approached it. Closing her eyes, the artist reached out a hand to touch her canvas tenderly. She inhaled deeply as she gently caressed its texture, then shuddered. Her breathing became shallow and rapid as her minds' eye considered the myriad possibilities the canvas represented.

Exquisite!

Virginal, the canvas begged for transformation and completion. Did the artist have a choice? How could she not?

Opening her eyes, she turned around and pulled the trolley closer. Selecting exactly the right implement to commence with the crucial first stroke, the artist turned again to the blank canvas, her fervour burning and building now like Figaro's crescendo.

Awake now, the canvas was imploring her with wide, terrified eyes and struggling against the restraints.

'Shh! Don't scream, my dear,' the artist whispered softly, 'I promise you will live forever!'

With the cold, blue glint of stainless steel, the artist fell passionately to work.

END

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by

Duane Hulm

#MASTERPIECE #Art #Horror Stories #The Artist #Saint Otto #Writing #More To Come