Personal Note LVIII

Yahweh in (יהוה‎):
Moses and the Burning Bush

The Recovery Process |
Tuesday – November 3, 2026

I am going through a process, a process of recovery, and so far I can report that I am feeling much better, and indeed that I am feeling better overall as a result of not having a gallbladder anymore, read my "Medical Emergency updates". Yes, this is good news and potentially great news, news about my health and news about my mission, read "Dreaming", for this is the issue at hand: my life was destined for failure, until I took charge and put onto the righteous course. This process may continue to take a while, and this I respect and understand, and indeed I have made no efforts at attempting to accelerate my recovery, as I recognize the danger in doing this, and I am not a man willing to risk my health, not at all O' Lord. Now, in terms of attempting to get back to my writing schedule, this has been quite successful, which is why I do not anticipate any further issues in that regard, and yes while I have been poor at using my INFO page, I will rely on this page, on this resource, whenever relevant, but because these events have elapsed with such a great speed, I have found no need to imprint permanently on my readers impression something that may not be true tomorrow, read "The End of History". I cannot complain and I cannot feel despair for my old self, for that person is now gone, and just as well, just as well.

    As a result of being capable of emerging into this new self, I must say that I feel a certain mental clarity that I was unable to feel in the past, and so with this mental clarity, not to be confused with mental illness, and now I am quite capable of judging myself in the past, a past that I thus far has been afraid to confront. Indeed, how can I live with myself in the past if I cannot live in the present, if I cannot allow every moment to elapse in due course with me fully emerged in every particle. This my fellow dreamers is not and was never about pure potential, prakriti (प्रकृति), for this was about my destiny and about my calling. Now, you may say that perhaps  I am making too much of this, perhaps I am allowing my own ideas to colour my judgment here, but what if this is the truth: if a man tells you that a certain group of people is hitting you and that this certain group of people is bad, when I ask are you obligated to shut this man down and tell him with manly firmness that he is wrong? This is about the reality of the world, and not merely my own preferences, my so-called "lived reality", for either we are dealing with something quite real and concrete or we are dealing with something virtual and contrived. I ask you: do you really wish to live in the shadow of the day, never quite knowing when the end will appear, when your demise is no longer beyond the pale, beyond the horizon? These are the questions that every man in this latest iteration of the world must deal with, read "The Eschatology of the Kali Yuga". I cannot complain in light of these revelations more than what any other man could, but at least I can admit and therefore seek to avoid the dark side, the shadow, by choosing to live in the light of the day. I do not wander into the middle of nowhere, for I am already in the middle of nowhere – for that is the essence of the modern world.

    I can say this though: I am now able to function better and it is actually quite surprising to such an extent that I simply did not expect my health to turn around quite to this extent, and several issues that I suffered from are now simply gone, and this all seems like a miracle. It is a strange thing indeed, disease. I have warned against disease for a long time and this experience must be taken as a sign, a sign that I have been righteous all along, but also as a sign of the victory of the good over the dark in the little things, in the provincial matters of life. Now, this is not a prediction nor is it a promise, but as you start to notice the small things, the arabesque patterns of Cairo, you start to become accustomed to the style and the rhythm of the broad street, and in this case not only the Arab Street. My senses have been attacked with all the perfume of Arabia, with the dust of its deserts, with the spices of its cuisine, and with the strange ways of its tribal chiefs, of the Azan (أَذَان), the call to prayer, and of its life, read my "Vacation series". Yes, the small things matter more than the large things: the higher principles stand above the lesser principles, for the lesser principles are nothing without the primordial life. Is a fat woman not derived from the carcass, the thighs, and the breast of a woman with form, and in this case is she not lesser, is she not derived from the traditional and primordial form, the archetype if you will?

    If one thing is true about this experience, or rather if there is one thing I can and I must take away from this experience, it is that there are certain lies that people, particularly adults, are willing to tell themselves, the root of all problems and the seed of deceit, namely in our days ideological indoctrination. It is also true that I have uncovered certain lies about myself, and not lies that I have told, lies rather that have been imposed on me, and lies that thus far have made it quite impossible for me to confront myself, and in our days this is so true. When did you look at yourself in the mirror the last time without a false sense of security, without a soft and cushy pillow smothering you? I do not believe that most modern people (most moderns) have ever done this, and behind that facade something ugly and sick, something diseased and horrendous, has been hiding all this time. We are here talking about the horrific lie that life continues after death, at any rate in its present and current form.

    Here I have shared some of my thoughts, and yes these may be thought coloured and even altered by profound conviction, but more than conviction these thoughts represents knowledge, true and sincere knowledge about the world, and about the condition facing us all, really the inevitability of it all, read "Disintegration". There is no such thing as forever, no such thing at all... Now, if you excuse me, I do have other engagements to attend. I leave you with some thoughts about the stars.

Reginald Drax (AKA, M. C. Dutt) – November 3, 2026.