Black Aether by David Chaim Smith
If we hold ourselves as separate observers of reality, we will never understand reality. Contemplative mysticism is like a wild beast that consumes itself upon the fires of its own life force. The labyrinth of impressions that constitute so-called “ordinary” life are incinerated whole as a single sacrificial offering as the mind confronts the endless expanse of its own confusions and pain. This becomes the great tikkun (repair) for a seemingly meaningless random universe based on cognitive error. Reality is then absorbed within the very space that presents it, familiarity passes into oblivion, and an astonishing secret nutrient becomes available to all those who seek it. In this style of contemplative practice, the psycho-aetheric toxins that obscure phenomena are sipped like a bee draws nectar from a flower and the universal solvent called black aether is discovered in the heart of the most virulent and poisonous klipot (shells of superficiality). The black aether dissolves and annihilates the whole field of illusions, and as each obstructive shell evaporates into nothingness the secret elixir of En Sof overflows through whatever appears. When delusion is overcome only En Sof remains, and reality is spontaneously reborn as profound truth, beauty, and goodness. This realization is the true goal of the great work.