It is a matter of madness, not sanity. Sanity leads nowhere. Madness must be disguised with care for your sane survival, if you want to keep digging through the unbelievable madness of being. Water must boil in order to become steam. You must boil in order to become living gnosis. Ice and water confuse boiling with death. And cool down never leaving the cooking pot and ending up in the sink. “Inflame thyself with prayer”. Stress on the inflaming, not on the prayer. Stress not on hope, but on achievement. If you are “spiritual”, you are already dead. Revive through hardly banging your head on the wall. Spirit equals Fire. Light comes from fire. You must burn. Nothing is what it seems to be, the surface of things is a misfeat. Each event is a gate, even more when most of the reality one sees is by ourselves created and unsconsciously choosen. As in the inner is the outer, we are always placing the rug in wich our feet will walk. Events when happening in front of our eyes are already a result of things before and within. One should exert attention in order to identify the marks of another reality, that often come through, unnoticed. In dreams some actions should allow us to understand that we are dreaming, for their “incongruence”. In daily life, this happens too, but subtler. The night and the day dream both share the ignorance of being dreaming. We are scouts. Gathering experiences for the development of consciousness with a unique contribution. Our experiences are not ours, they are just the price we pay for being fleshly alive, our coins in the moment of dying. Earthly possessions and earthly experiences are of the same nature. They travel with us up to a certain point, and up to a certain point, only. We are the glowing eyes of the shadow, the periscope. Nuit and Hadit, or the Sun behind the Sun and the Sun, to quote terms. To turn attention to what is namable is to court true forgetfullness and sleep. What is namable will desintegrate. Our being should be focused in the darkness of virginity, in the darkness of the unnamable, and in that must one become. There, is the force that desintegrates and absorbs. The sail is what makes the ship move, in wind. A sail with holes is useless. Even the ship itself will be useless. Become as an open sail with no strings atached. But keep the ship for as long as you can, now. No one knows where and how, in the end, the wind will take you.
Hugo Calhim Cristóvão