The Domain of the Elemental Insect

This is highly sensitive material. If you don’t have a pass for this level, please leave now. It’s got secrets inside, about the elemental realm of insects. If some of it seems new and you haven’t heard it before, that’s fine, because that’s what a secret means, okay?

Thing about insects, is that they’re one hundred percent perfect at the one thing they do. That is to say their main function, above and beyond their basic set of instructions; Eat, sleep, mate, fight etc. The basic instructions may vary slightly from insect to insect, but the main function is totally unique.

And with the main function comes a whole host of supportive protein apparatus to facilitate the main function. Eyes, ears, wings, claws etc. These are the secret amino recipes passed down from generation to generation, particles of energy becoming form over time. They are the visible memory.

But if you think that some insects are less than perfect, you must consider the whole picture. Self awareness through self examination brings personal consciousness and that is our thing. Not so for the insect. The host of the insect body is an electrical potential that stretches across time and space. A lot of each.

The hive of bees moves in a swirling, angular dance of meaning, each component hardwired for its special function, each as prepared to lay down their lives as are we to snip a single thread of hair. There is to their existence no showmanship, no random gesture, no audience for which to perform.

They are energy expressing themselves in motion, in motion as complex as the embedded code of their visible memory. They are free to react, to adapt over time, to pass on only the most admirable pro-creative traits. A single lesson learned by a single insect is the most important job of its life.

Take the function of the Dung beetle, for example. Need we say more and cheat the little critter of its so obvious self evidence? Without it, the veldt would pile up in a fortnight, the lower denizens of the wild overcome by the faeces of the larger, uncaring mammalian principles. Ultimately, all would suffer.

So what is its principle? What does it offer? In the secret teaching of the elementals, we learn that all thought originally springs from the most raw of beginnings, as energy agglomerated over time into idea. The true thoughts therefore, are at the source, where thought is dawn.

Each little insect is the perfect expression of an elemental template, the home which joins the host of the species over time and distance. They are its pioneers into the hyperdimensional, electrochemical domain of interdependent action and reaction. With its feelers out, it extends its potential into the visible memory.

The way a person is in conversation. Well, you can just bet they are using one little insect pattern after the next and they don’t even know it! Oh, how they try to sophisticate themselves but the elementals know that words turned inside out are just energy in motion.

So, when you meet a person who is just being a wasp, think about the spider. And when you see a person being a dung beetle, pat them on the back, because somebody has got to do it. And when you walk into a termite’s nest, just remember not to stir it up or it’ll bite!

The stray thought things fly over our city in swarms, often taking forms. A certain way of being will attract a certain elemental idea. Dirtiness in the home is the elemental way of telling you that you are being in the way of a cockroach and having battalions of fleas, hopping about and leaving little bits here and there, well...

For those in the serious pursuit of consciousness, understand that all the little complex codes built into all of our clever technological things are just ways of making patterns for energy in motion. But the insects have already got all the answers and much better pattern makers they are...

Every event in your life requires a complex of patterns, the precision of the blend directly reflected in the elegance of your reaction. By isolating the exact energy patterns involved, by going to their source, we can be better prepared. The elemental template of the insect gives you the full range of motion expressed as form-ulae.

The four-dimensional electro-chronomic hologram where thought occurs is not limited to the chrono-logical program we call linear consciousness. On the contrary, the un-conscious super-luminal domain beneath verbal consciousness is a tide of swirling aqueous colour shifting in the atmosphere of your mood.

The soul is the exact shade of your temperament, the ever-summing-up of your past in the present for the future, the shadow-flash point of in-sight where every-thing overlaps. To live with the soul of a butterfly therefore is to be as unfettered as a leaf on a torrent, a self-existent shade of flashing beauty.

To move with the swarm of the locust, the body of thought shattering into a million desert flecks of being coating amber dunes in the wilderness within. Born with the coming rains and sweeping over all obstacles with the sheer quantity of your presence, the inevitable tide of seasons turning.

Human consciousness has evolved to the extent that any shade of idea is within our reach, provided that we put our consciousnesses to the task of understanding the patterns that surround us. The apparent sophistication of the patterned idea called human culture is less than completely evolved.

We have a higher goal and a bigger understanding, a vision that transcends our petty motivational moralities, that is elevated beyond the conceptual soul of human be-ing. In the secrets of the elements, the code for continuance is hovering in silent, pregnant potential and the door to the universal hive is open...