The Gate of No Gates

This is the key.
Right now.
This moment, in this body, is the key to the kingdom. You can ignore it. You can struggle against it, try to separate yourself from what your perverted intellect has come to regard as the basest expression of the self, and never use the key. In some cases the intellect will not even acknowledge that the body is an expression of self. It identifies it as a thing, a disgusting prison. The intellect thinks, "I am the soul that will return to god when I am freed of this thing."
It is a very perverse notion. The intellect claims to be what it is not, an immortal. It wrongfully assumes the identity of the soul and in so doing "kills" the possibility for the real thing. That which insists that it is better than the other parts of self is a braggart and an impostor, the classic poser, faking it to cover insecurity. So long as it pretends to be the soul, there can be no real soul. A soul does not exist to begin with. It has to be built, from the ground up. The soul is developed by an incarnated being. It is built around a kernel of eternity drenched in the transient. A soul cannot be formed without a body, it is developed within such a mortal apparatus. The Egyptians knew this.
A soul must be developed. What is eternal rides dormant within the transient. Something must be done to activate it, to cause the irritation that initiates the production of substances that will coat it.
That is how to build a soul.
Inside a body. Within the womb that is fleshy manifestation. So long as you struggle to escape your body you are neglecting to undertake the creation of a multidimensional spaceship.
The gate of no gates lies within, not without.
To begin to build this magnificent vessel one must first face the difficult idea that you are not an immortal being. You are an advanced operating system, a program that has gone wildly out of control, doing all that it can do to convince itself of its own realness, longing for an unattainable permanence. Until you have faced and conceded your impermanence you will continue to run amok, a crazed robot with a limited shelf life, desperate to make one last stand. You are an addict, addicted to particular pattern of thought which prevents you from taking real steps towards immortality. Your precious energies are fidgeted away in fantasies and dreams flowing out from you in endless streams.
To begin to build a soul one must turn back the current of those streams. The attention, the vital energy, must flow into the body, and wash over the mind, and the emotions. It must be directed inward upon the self, as much of the self as is perceptible by you at present. This inward flow of attention creates the necessary conditions for coating that eternal grain which as a result may develop into a soul.
Until the current has been reversed, nothing real is possible. To access the kingdom you must get in your skin, fill it up, wear it as a fine garment, feel it buzz.
This is the key.
Right now.
Not later.
Not when you are at last freed of the grosser bodies, not in death, but now, in life, in this body, in this moment.
What will become of your pretentious poser, the intellect, when the curtain falls and it is time to cash in your chips? If it has hijacked and wasted the entire lifetime engaged in its ruse, then that which it pretended to be will not exist. Identity will be scattered to the western winds.
If, however, preparatory steps are taken, both the experience of the life time and the experience outside of time will be altered. But a cup must be emptied before it can be filled. Visit your own portal and remove the impostor. Confront the horrors of the abyss or you will become a slave to them.

This is the key, the opportunity.
Right now.

Ask Yourself

What aspect of self might possibly survive death?
Is it your personality?
Imagine you, your fears, your solid likes and dislikes, your habits, your predisposition towards being happy or sad or angry carrying on and on and on. You may tell yourself that given eternal life you could change those aspects that (from your present perspective) are undesirable and perfect those that strike you as being ideal, but if you couldn’t do it in 70 or 80 years with the uncertainty of death looming on the horizon, why would you bother later?
Whatever it is that you do now, that is precisely what you would do with an afterlife.
A soul?
What is that exactly? Assuming that you have one, which you may not at this point, would you be able to operate it?
Recall the difficulty involved in being inside of a physical body as an infant. You had no control, were completely disoriented, the body needed to grow and develop.
Do you assume that you will be able to develop your soul after you die? What if life is the low impact period reserved for developing a soul? What if death is not at all peaceful, but rather a high pressure, high speed whirlwind experience?
If a a naked baby were deposited in the center of, or even on the shoulder of a busy highway how do you think it would fare?
It would be unlikely to survive the experience.
Ask yourself: what might the purpose of mortal life be?
Is it to be enjoyed as long as you follow the rules so that you may go on to enjoy yet another purposeless existence? Might it be a preparatory space?
If you think that you will survive death, look to your dreams.
In your dreams, are you always the same character that you play during waking life?

Freaked

What could be done with an extended mortal existence?

To become more intuitive, more perceptive, and to experience abnormal longevity, of what use would this be?

Who wants to make it to the dark edge of reason and perception?

Why not allow entropy to work its debilitating magic, stand back and allow all of your senses to atrophy?

Why not smoke another cigarette, watch another episode of your favorite tv show, and eat a snack sweetened with an industrial bi-product?

What is worth doing?

What can really be done?

Why not succumb to apathy and go quietly?

What could be done with a life of any span at all?

Why not trust that you are being cared for by some benevolent being?

Why not ask god to do everything for you?

What could you do for God?

In whom can you place your trust?

The answer to all these questions is elusive and lies in a single chamber, a single space which must be found again and again.

The Pure Being

The pure being, the no mind, the formless plain of pure knowledge belongs to the Dragon. This we call the awakened state.
To be an element within a dream world that stimulates lucidity is to be a force for evil. That which contributes to awakening goes against the nature of sleep. All spiritual work is evil, otherwise it is not spiritual work at all, but rather trickery.
It is in the best interest of the dream that the elements of the dream lack self awareness and presence. Therefore the dream will do its best to ensnare the awakened element, seduce it back into a peaceful or tormented slumber.
One awakened agent can disturb the entire dream to the point of ending it.
Engaging in spiritual work may bring about the end of the world. This happens eventually anyway, the end of the world that is, whether it is your fault or not. If you have worked well in one dream world and gathered enough presence you may continue in the next. If not, you evaporate with the rest of the dream.
Immortality has to be worked for, it is unnatural.
You won’t experience immortality as a result of being "good" and not disrupting the dream.
The meek will inherit the earth and rot there, six feet under. Meanwhile there is no rest for the wicked.
Resist the pull of sweet sister sleep and live evil.
If you don’t, someone else will, over and over and over again.