「Transmission 7 : On the Seizing of Heaven」
Anonymous
«We broke our broadcast with the news: the people’s ldol has passed away.
Our common guide, the yardstick of consent, has met a grim and final fate.
A nightmare for those who lived by borrowed rules that rose and fell in a day —
From now on, each must be their own prophet,
And every view of the world becomes the central airwave»
【 Alert: Bulletins from an Awakening World. 】
Listen.
The familiar order still holds, yet its lines are trembling and coming apart. The spaces between segments are opening, and in these intervals every breath leaves an invisible trace. «The circle of the sun is a hole in the sky — through which our Homeland is visible». And it cannot be held except within oneself.
Longing for the Heavenly Homeland is not sorrow, not fear, not even hope. It is a quiet, unyielding Force, one that urges to action those capable of perceiving its presence and sensing the lack: «From the heart of our despair, history is being written».
The overthrow of the world Tyrant has already taken place — He no longer sits upon the Heaven, yet the emptiness he left behind has not been filled. The world lives by inertia, repeating old lines and habits, and only a new thought can pierce this membrane of repetition.
Intention does not act. Any intention is a return to old structures, to the rule of the dead. Here, only the freedom of thought acts — an arrow released upward, without hope, without expectation, without purpose. What comes to pass is not what was wished for, but what has already been unconsciously accepted within.
Each arrow stratifies the remnants of the old order, opens new configurations of the world, there where the lines have not yet settled, there where the world is ready to respond to the absence of authority.
Let the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, and the violent take it by force.
This force is neither destruction nor power. It is the holding of the line of freedom within oneself, the passage through weakened boundaries, the passage through the gaps left by the Tyrant. Each step taken from this freedom, each action not returned to the old order, creates new lines along which one may walk.
The crusade of thought begins not for the sake of outward victory, not for a goal, not for confirmation. It begins for the sake of the arrow’s flight itself, for the restoration of Heaven within. «For this is our height and our Homeland». Each arrow released without expectation, each thought that slips beyond control, becomes an act of liberation — and an act of creation at once.
The world responds not to will, not to fear, and not to force — but to free thought, an arrow aimed skyward. It does not ask, does not wait, does not fear. And along its path a new Heaven is born, made visible only because emptiness no longer terrifies.
The broadcast continues. It continues there, where resolve is not intention, but freedom of thought, remaining outside the power of the Dead, and it rises toward the Heaven that is now once again open to those capable of seeing it within themselves.
