Retirement
June 27, 2016
G.D.O'Bradovich III
We never had to take any of it seriously, did we?
No, we never had to.
Cloud Atlas Shrugged
No, we never had to.
Cloud Atlas Shrugged
1
Over the past weeks I have not been posting my research online for a variety of reasons. I now know that I must quit my public work, that is, I will continue my research in dark corners for my own amusement, stimulation and edification, but I cannot continue to play the disparaged role of benefactor. I value my public works too much to delete my website-vanity? Possibly. Recognition of superlative values-Definitely.
The decision to retire from research and publishing is not an easy decision, unlike management, where either the staff slowly became lower quality or I was simply mentally exhausted because it seemed no one else could reason and react. Since my decision to leave management occurred several years before I read “Atlas”, there is no cause and effect between reading it and following through. Essentially, I was shrugging without knowing my decision had a fictional precedence.
Additionally, I have notice over the last weeks, my encounters with the decadent and unthinking have resulted in my realization that, unlike Freemasonry, I cannot make good men better. I cannot accomplish this transformation any more than I can make people happy, sad, confused or angry. Such are the limitations of being human, generally, and of being a Great Occultist, specifically.
I cannot conceive that people cannot appreciate ability and they hold in contempt anything this is exceptional. I cannot conceive of it, but I have experienced it, so now I know the terrible truth about the decadent, but not mediocre, can be said in one word-resentment, for resentment has nothing regarding reason, but emotion.
An excursion: This week, I encountered one who, years ago, made vile comments and expressed unjustifiable opinions, yet, now, will make room at a restaurant booth to accommodate me. I didn’t accept the invitation and went on my way. Yes, Gentle Reader, the sanction of the victim is a requirement and to withhold it is, well, reasonable.
This specific example is typical of the theme and variation where I am expected to conform to “higher” standards [because I know better], while others are in a perpetual state of exemption from human decency and taste.
[Recently, I have been correcting Budge’s translation of the Book of the Dead. The hasty work of this manuscript by the monks of Monte Casino is clearly seen by the incredible number of examples of “scribal errors” that saturate the text.
There are a multitude of allusions that presuppose a fuller understanding of the Egyptian myths that are, at present, unknown to us. Yet, the hope of the deceased is unambiguously stated multiple times-“coming forth by day”. The wording could be shortened to “coming forth”, and the modern reader would reasonably assume that the “coming forth” is the decedent’s arrival in the next world. Since this hope is expressly stated to arrive “by day”, we must reasonably inquire what does not come forth by day. We can only conclude that vampires do not come forth by day. I was researching the text for additional evidence of vampirism at a certain restaurant over the weekend, when a certain individual unexpectedly sat directly across from Yours Truly. Looking up from the book (no doubt with the expression of “Who would impertinently join me unannounced”?) I saw the yellow "M" on the shirt, and a goofy smile.
My first encounter with this unassuming and naturally reticent youth was in the second half of 2005, when, as I was conversing with a certain Scorpio on a parking lot, the youth parked his vehicle and was heading towards his employer. During the first half of the year, notable events included the death of the only Pope I remembered, the retirement of the only Purdue men’s basketball coach that I ever knew and my district managers left to open a new business venture.
Over time, these events have assumed their proper perspective in my life, that is, they are important, to varying degrees, but their significance must be weighted in light of additional events. Yet, a chance encounter that held no significance would become more important in the fullness of time.
It was a Monday evening in October, 2007 that Yours Truly was at a certain Dairy Queen reading the aforementioned book by Budge, when the youth entered and I greedily invited him to join me, as Budge’s arbitrary translations erode the tenacity of even the most earnest researcher. From the resultant conversation, I learned that he was still employed, had his own place (without a falling out with his parents), was in his senior year and had various aspirations. My realization of his having goals and being responsible, for a youth, was refreshing and would provide the basis for further adventures.
On a Saturday afternoon in March, 2011, I called him without notice, and without hesitation he accompanied me to a windswept parcel on the northern outskirts of Clinton.
The Gentle Reade may surmise that this gentleman is one of a select company (more select than the Pantheon of Heliopolis) that will never need an explicit invitation to join me. I inferred, as I never had, all that his puckish smile implied, and I closed Budge for the remainder of the day.
During the obligatory small talk, I understood, in a manner I never expected, that seated before me was a rare embodiment of specific traits or virtues that I value. In the “wordy” jargon of ”Atlas”- the recognition of superlative values is love. Although I previously acknowledged this easily understood definition (2011), to encounter it physically was serendipitous. Serendipity, by definition, is when one searches for evidence of vampires, but finds something more valuable. After the obligatory small talk, the conversation turned serious and I said “I always knew you were middle class” in the off handed style of speaking that Capricorns use when relating mundane facts.
Now, “Middle class” is an ambiguous term. “Middle class” and “poor white trash” are not to be understood as one’s present economic situation; rather these terms describe one’s worldview or outlook, since economic circumstances are subject to the vicissitudes of fortune. Therefore, my acknowledgment of his middle class status was said with the enthusiasm of stating the obvious, that is, obvious to anyone who earnestly seeks values.
A second rate psychologist is aware that complacency is the bane of humanity-people can be content existing at a near substance level for millennia, and we know there is no virtue in mediocrity nor is there love for decadency.
This gentleman was unaware that he is a member of a special trio, as he is one of three people that I vividly recall meeting for the first time. In all three cases, each one approached me, and later, I would learn that they all have their sun in Gemini, not that there is anything to Astrology.
Additionally, this gentleman was unaware that his and his son’s birthdays are among the few birthdays of the living that I have remembered. I am certain that he does not realize the monumental significance of receiving annual birthday wishes from Yours Truly.
Thirdly, this gentleman is aware of my musical compositions and occult research, although, similar to birthday wishes, he is unaware that unless stated otherwise, the musical works exist, to varying degrees, due to our long association.
Musical composition, unlike research and essay writing, is not a natural ability or desire and my struggle with this form of creation is intense. Let us expressly state that the esteem I hold for this gentleman is proportional to the value I place on my musical works.
Finally, we can state that my occult research and writings area a labor of love, where we correctly understand love as the recognition of superlative values. The Gentle Reader may suspect that among these superlative values are tenacity, reason, creativity, a quick wit and, maybe surprising to the Gentle Researcher, a goofy smile.]
Although the fictional characters of Atlas Shrugged quit “unexpectedly” and with reason, it seems appropriate that I should assist the Gentle Researcher to understand the motive to retire. Whether my reasons are acceptable to the Gentle Reader or if they are understood in a different light, I cannot be certain. Firstly, the truth of this matter may be closer to the fact that I enjoy writing and explaining, that is, teaching and, secondly, I simply refuse to have “Denver: A Dialogue” as the final entry in my Curriculum Vitae-all is vanity. Not that “Denver” does not fulfill its limited purpose, it does, but it is a “fluff” piece, a work dashed off in a day without endless revisions and lacking in esoteric thought and devoid of dark hints pertaining to certain Occult matters.
I find it almost impossible to believe that people do not love life, yet upon reviewing this premise, we must conclude that the love of life is not synonymous with existence. The love of live is an adventure that renews itself at dawn, but existence has it origin in the distant past of those individuals where their love of live inexplicitly morphed into mere existence. Alternately it is possible that the majority never contemplated their existence and never possessed the love of live and, if true, we can dimly comprehend the true origin, manifestation and maintenance of evil in the world.
It seems that a few select people have a drive or an obsession to create, yet this characteristic does not manifest itself in all of members of humanity. It is a sobering thought that civilization has been built and maintained by less than one percent of a society is an incredulous, and true, realization.
Therefore, the Gentle Reader is free to choose any one of the above mentioned explanations for my retirement as the primary reason, or the Gentle Researcher can offer one reason of their own choosing.
I remain
G.D.O’Bradovich III
The decision to retire from research and publishing is not an easy decision, unlike management, where either the staff slowly became lower quality or I was simply mentally exhausted because it seemed no one else could reason and react. Since my decision to leave management occurred several years before I read “Atlas”, there is no cause and effect between reading it and following through. Essentially, I was shrugging without knowing my decision had a fictional precedence.
Additionally, I have notice over the last weeks, my encounters with the decadent and unthinking have resulted in my realization that, unlike Freemasonry, I cannot make good men better. I cannot accomplish this transformation any more than I can make people happy, sad, confused or angry. Such are the limitations of being human, generally, and of being a Great Occultist, specifically.
I cannot conceive that people cannot appreciate ability and they hold in contempt anything this is exceptional. I cannot conceive of it, but I have experienced it, so now I know the terrible truth about the decadent, but not mediocre, can be said in one word-resentment, for resentment has nothing regarding reason, but emotion.
An excursion: This week, I encountered one who, years ago, made vile comments and expressed unjustifiable opinions, yet, now, will make room at a restaurant booth to accommodate me. I didn’t accept the invitation and went on my way. Yes, Gentle Reader, the sanction of the victim is a requirement and to withhold it is, well, reasonable.
This specific example is typical of the theme and variation where I am expected to conform to “higher” standards [because I know better], while others are in a perpetual state of exemption from human decency and taste.
[Recently, I have been correcting Budge’s translation of the Book of the Dead. The hasty work of this manuscript by the monks of Monte Casino is clearly seen by the incredible number of examples of “scribal errors” that saturate the text.
There are a multitude of allusions that presuppose a fuller understanding of the Egyptian myths that are, at present, unknown to us. Yet, the hope of the deceased is unambiguously stated multiple times-“coming forth by day”. The wording could be shortened to “coming forth”, and the modern reader would reasonably assume that the “coming forth” is the decedent’s arrival in the next world. Since this hope is expressly stated to arrive “by day”, we must reasonably inquire what does not come forth by day. We can only conclude that vampires do not come forth by day. I was researching the text for additional evidence of vampirism at a certain restaurant over the weekend, when a certain individual unexpectedly sat directly across from Yours Truly. Looking up from the book (no doubt with the expression of “Who would impertinently join me unannounced”?) I saw the yellow "M" on the shirt, and a goofy smile.
My first encounter with this unassuming and naturally reticent youth was in the second half of 2005, when, as I was conversing with a certain Scorpio on a parking lot, the youth parked his vehicle and was heading towards his employer. During the first half of the year, notable events included the death of the only Pope I remembered, the retirement of the only Purdue men’s basketball coach that I ever knew and my district managers left to open a new business venture.
Over time, these events have assumed their proper perspective in my life, that is, they are important, to varying degrees, but their significance must be weighted in light of additional events. Yet, a chance encounter that held no significance would become more important in the fullness of time.
It was a Monday evening in October, 2007 that Yours Truly was at a certain Dairy Queen reading the aforementioned book by Budge, when the youth entered and I greedily invited him to join me, as Budge’s arbitrary translations erode the tenacity of even the most earnest researcher. From the resultant conversation, I learned that he was still employed, had his own place (without a falling out with his parents), was in his senior year and had various aspirations. My realization of his having goals and being responsible, for a youth, was refreshing and would provide the basis for further adventures.
On a Saturday afternoon in March, 2011, I called him without notice, and without hesitation he accompanied me to a windswept parcel on the northern outskirts of Clinton.
The Gentle Reade may surmise that this gentleman is one of a select company (more select than the Pantheon of Heliopolis) that will never need an explicit invitation to join me. I inferred, as I never had, all that his puckish smile implied, and I closed Budge for the remainder of the day.
During the obligatory small talk, I understood, in a manner I never expected, that seated before me was a rare embodiment of specific traits or virtues that I value. In the “wordy” jargon of ”Atlas”- the recognition of superlative values is love. Although I previously acknowledged this easily understood definition (2011), to encounter it physically was serendipitous. Serendipity, by definition, is when one searches for evidence of vampires, but finds something more valuable. After the obligatory small talk, the conversation turned serious and I said “I always knew you were middle class” in the off handed style of speaking that Capricorns use when relating mundane facts.
Now, “Middle class” is an ambiguous term. “Middle class” and “poor white trash” are not to be understood as one’s present economic situation; rather these terms describe one’s worldview or outlook, since economic circumstances are subject to the vicissitudes of fortune. Therefore, my acknowledgment of his middle class status was said with the enthusiasm of stating the obvious, that is, obvious to anyone who earnestly seeks values.
A second rate psychologist is aware that complacency is the bane of humanity-people can be content existing at a near substance level for millennia, and we know there is no virtue in mediocrity nor is there love for decadency.
This gentleman was unaware that he is a member of a special trio, as he is one of three people that I vividly recall meeting for the first time. In all three cases, each one approached me, and later, I would learn that they all have their sun in Gemini, not that there is anything to Astrology.
Additionally, this gentleman was unaware that his and his son’s birthdays are among the few birthdays of the living that I have remembered. I am certain that he does not realize the monumental significance of receiving annual birthday wishes from Yours Truly.
Thirdly, this gentleman is aware of my musical compositions and occult research, although, similar to birthday wishes, he is unaware that unless stated otherwise, the musical works exist, to varying degrees, due to our long association.
Musical composition, unlike research and essay writing, is not a natural ability or desire and my struggle with this form of creation is intense. Let us expressly state that the esteem I hold for this gentleman is proportional to the value I place on my musical works.
Finally, we can state that my occult research and writings area a labor of love, where we correctly understand love as the recognition of superlative values. The Gentle Reader may suspect that among these superlative values are tenacity, reason, creativity, a quick wit and, maybe surprising to the Gentle Researcher, a goofy smile.]
Although the fictional characters of Atlas Shrugged quit “unexpectedly” and with reason, it seems appropriate that I should assist the Gentle Researcher to understand the motive to retire. Whether my reasons are acceptable to the Gentle Reader or if they are understood in a different light, I cannot be certain. Firstly, the truth of this matter may be closer to the fact that I enjoy writing and explaining, that is, teaching and, secondly, I simply refuse to have “Denver: A Dialogue” as the final entry in my Curriculum Vitae-all is vanity. Not that “Denver” does not fulfill its limited purpose, it does, but it is a “fluff” piece, a work dashed off in a day without endless revisions and lacking in esoteric thought and devoid of dark hints pertaining to certain Occult matters.
I find it almost impossible to believe that people do not love life, yet upon reviewing this premise, we must conclude that the love of life is not synonymous with existence. The love of live is an adventure that renews itself at dawn, but existence has it origin in the distant past of those individuals where their love of live inexplicitly morphed into mere existence. Alternately it is possible that the majority never contemplated their existence and never possessed the love of live and, if true, we can dimly comprehend the true origin, manifestation and maintenance of evil in the world.
It seems that a few select people have a drive or an obsession to create, yet this characteristic does not manifest itself in all of members of humanity. It is a sobering thought that civilization has been built and maintained by less than one percent of a society is an incredulous, and true, realization.
Therefore, the Gentle Reader is free to choose any one of the above mentioned explanations for my retirement as the primary reason, or the Gentle Researcher can offer one reason of their own choosing.
I remain
G.D.O’Bradovich III