Earthbound
Scene: The unfettered primordial darkness, resurging through
and from the throne room of the most ancient one...
Into the astral
forest above the sky-blackout!
I (re)awaken far
beyond the valley that cloaks the abyss...
As i regain consciousness,
limber-up and earth-ride on!
I find myself going
back through night and coming forth by day.
It is with this process that i adroitly gather and bind the
silent memory of my experience to a relentless behemoth of unquantifiable funambulatory ecstasy.
It is with the mi of
my belonging that i transform the
sublime omniversant realm of the en-sorcellor-Atu One!
It is with one-pointed
ecstoical purpose that i seek
what is yet informed ,tirelessly foraging in the hundred-handed darkness of
Amenta.
Third eye ablaze!
My seven souls, the
kindling fire of our true nature...
In the Smashan(cremation grounds): The winged stench of
rotting flesh carries the Nigredo Solis of death and dissolution to a fecund scene where(in) the eyes of men
are set ablaze and the lumeniscence of
consciousness projected onto the hand of
my most assured magickal purpose.
- My nascent starlit skywalk adeptly recieveth me. A
negation of thought , in metatronic
familiarity of dream re-rememberance
aligned to an acute earth-flight ,(a)risen from behind the light of my kiaoetic shark’s
desire...
Persistence of vision tears aside the silent veil as i
silently depart this tangled mind-forest...
My heathen purpose rip and rend creating an esoteric
poesis from the fecund “death and dissolution” of the black earth.
The aesthetic nature of this clandestine ritual of
self-love is located at the night-side of the eclipse, generating radiations of
primal energy through and from the
seventh wind of the Sumerian way...
The al-khem-ical nexus which is hereby created forms the
alembic that has at it’s nebula-the eye of the void...
I reify our shamanic playground through a “know myself not” dream-weave of
feather and scale, earth and sky. ..
Through earth and sky i assume the polemic, tooth and claw
taking root- in the soil of the nigredo, saturated by the waters of the Nile.
The mandragoria of creation reconfigures as a chtonic uprising...
I hurl myself out of the window and into the astral-twin
above the sky...
In a parallel universe i stand on the bridge of night
casting a malefic working...
I project my cosmic
apparition far beyond the ken of the mundane hustle of day-lit (un)dead zombie
hunger...
I am a denizen of reified shamanic surreality, ascetically carved from a reconfigured arcane cadence of Sumerian haze and malefic import.
The constitution and
chemogenic properties of it’s exacting opaque reflection offers
un-summoned a cloak of fearless, starlit
everlasting night which is mine to shield as arcane scimitar’s of sensorial
aspect carve illuminating singularities into the hitherto previously
impenetrable chaosphere of time and space...
The subjective signatory mind-warp of these nascent astral
pathway(s) and multi-dimensional polarities gestate righteously beneath
the sublime lycanthropic fullness of a hundred feathered
thousand eyes...
In the Smashan, the heightened atmosphere of a
most definite saturnalia reaches amoral pandaemonium . The retching stench of
my rotting corporeality fucks the seven winds as i hang within the cracks between the worlds. ..
This death posture stasis resembles an
odaenism of sacrificial
inner-vision, the abscence of my left-eye-a qlipothic passage rite into the cave of Lilitu.
A nexus escalating higher and higher weaving it’s wyrding ,
witch-blood countenance through and from the “blackening” phase of sacred
Al-Khem, risen from behind the light-infinite slayerology...
Meanwhile...this twilight realm of death and dissolution,
extricates and incinerates it’s fecund
backward-winding way ,infernally ablaze with all that should not be...
I stand shrouded in deadly dark exordium...
It is here i make my
stance – a polemic where no sole apart, as i look through from behind the scene of mine own eye, guided
by a lamp of invisible light-the eye of Thoth.
Out of the deep, i tirelessly seek, in the wake of my
seventh gate, transcending duality, breaking dawn- annhiallating the
useless enforced machinery of some kind
of man...
I transcend duality,
slaying godhead and identity with the one- pointed clarity of my warrior
soul...
I am reborn and am chosen- as i genuflect in the throne room
at darkly noon...
The inner-space
metamorphosis of the ever open door razor’s a smokeless fire whose apparition
invites eternal anti-systems whom answer the arcane cadence of that which
cannot be summoned...
I utilize the call,
bracing the immediate liminality of my surroundings in painterly omens and portents- arisen,
earthbound as i unlock the word- horde of my sphinx catacomb. I form a new
aesthetic-steppin’ in and outside the circles of the nuclear winter of all that
cannot be...
Our blazing, flying
saucer attack placates an outer -necessitation receptive of one’s signal to
noise shamanic karmic vision...
Through the initiation i transmute in it’s entirety a
selection of geospheric inter-dimensional
messages from the righteous
re-remberance of the magnetic
ziarah’s of the Dark City...
The burning sky
escalates it’s Arch-Loki space-ways through earthbound, folded-in space, infinite( en-sorcelled by the seven
angels of the young light)!
This alembic symbol, this space invading-aoratic medicine
hat stand, gazing at my fur-lined second
sight-not taught- but lovingly opposed with the silver dagger of evil against
evil...
It is mine I...
A psychonaut in
shroud of human skulls and nomadic risen
form doth commit the body to solid black
amplifier worship in the wizened
“mask of death” that is the flickering
invocation of the phoenix...
- deep with: in the valley that cloak the abyss...
-Azazel ‘s (aeonic) mirror of doubt shatters shards of the
shrouded starlit glome...
I-stab the analogue cut-ins from the onslaught of gradations
in aspect of singularities emitted-sweet nectar from the divine countenance of
the thought of living moment ...
A utopian sliver
smashes a heat-tip sonic monololith of
Amplifier Worship in the arc-lite constant of neither opposite and i
regress the static...
We shatter the
wounded galaxies-of the Zu Heathen skullfuck-the eyes of men-our hands, the prescient
prey of our illustrious incandescent Wolf-Father wretching
catatonically through the funerary
backward-winding premonition of those
who paint with words...
In the run from the fire, i hear godly laughter and shatter
the medicine hat of the outer void...
THE terrestrial mind-fire in the wake of
my unicorn sojourn,in the stoner coven of the aaoratic is entirely something
else, a laughing jag of relentless,
tireless auteur enquiry?
Seventh wind-weave of
this endaemonic tattoed mind-chain,
keep-looking righteously in psycho-astral
heathen willow tomes of clandestine one-pointed cold –blood,in warrior-aspect of spectral luminescence...
This oroboros
chimaeric dark-star orbital bleeds
the seven angels of our fecund black earth-green-blood and blue-skin of
genuflected sacred mushroom edition...
I am the feather and
scale of a folded-in heavy-metal Styxx
river re-birth...
Dark globe ellipsis is a blue planet Ka...
A reincarnation of adept unity, it’s nature, a cosmically
ensorceling ascetic-luna-(un)a-bashed, culminating in a funambulatory passage rite. It’s location, the curved
consciousness of visionary perception-an intoxicating rainbow convocation on
the spokes of the kaaos metatron, space-craft of X-pass(ed)prescient
future-daze.
To kindle a fire of honourable unfettered resurgence in the
Voudon white darkness of a thousand Skies...
A denizen of a
thousand skies cloaked by the Willow’s that toll the bell...
An astral
mind-forest, ‘cos tree’s are people too... An amoral ,multi-dimensional summoned entity that cannot be-seen through the eye of pale lies which men miscall their lives.
I emerge from the
most ancient one, a channelled Ragnarok laying waste to ill-communicated
Ica-rian luminescence...
A pan-theurgic-Varg-ridin’ shape-shift -deadly dark...
I stand-seismically shifing earth and sky- melting above the
sky, the sentinels and the blood of heaven-locked: in...
A kaleidoscopic
psychometric extra sensory perception, a strong (shield
o’er )chaospheric thirteen
pointed earth-ride of coming back through night, starlit, sonic ,smokeless
fire, carved in an endaemonic
depth-charge, eternally resurging my heathen surreality under inner-space gloom of the blackened sons.
I -silent inner-space: Loki-Skywalker....
