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Here is a portion of it before the vulgarities. I was in a total trance when it happened. I think it was a "darker" entity. This was about 5 years ago.
Part 1
This is the word of the Gods.
A prayer given partially in English with undefinable holy words to invoke the Divine:
Heaven's Anu-daryth-tantha-tanu
num 6372311, in Time's num
under percept of moon begin the
sounds, yos-costume, lunatamatha...
Give us thy ritual beatings!
Rhythm in all-tongue, Anu, agin
Runith, scribe Anu-daryth-tantha
Love, death, love
We love, death, noth
An appeal to Pan from the same scrolls:
That that does not noth
Drink o'er omen d'moth
Germanicus the Latins might
Pretty Pan, **** of our night
The Roman the mythos the junk
Pan smell us, the post-mortal funk
Immortals smell noth like man
The dance and the devyl d'Pan
Stoic, we have our wine
Stoic, we have our wine
Amen
We men
Amen
On the origin of all things and all nothings:
First, it is said that as one can walk the earth and end in the same spot, and there can through this happening emerge the idea that space is cyclic and circles round-
as one can do this, one can through spirit's percept-amgiven- with Godeyeing surrender-of-flesh percepts-
see the following: that time is no line pointed oneways but a loop. Time is nothing but rhythms and the movement of waves and souls. And this musical movement could not have come about at once from no time at all- thus time reaches its starting point as a loop as a circle- and time has begot time time and time again. As is the earth, the circumference of which, when crossed, yields the starting location, so is space/ so is space, in the abstract, and as is space in the abstract- so is time. But time is already abstract, can scarcely be abstracted further. Time is in genderbending sexual union with sound and pulses. Roughly, time is God. The rhythm of the pan, a polyrhythm, is its own father and mother and child and lover. It knows and does not know itself, itself being God. Time exists only at the mercy of its circular design. The apocalypse is always because time always approaches its end, the end of the loop, whereon the circle-momentum energy of the time-at-end gives semen-upon-egg genesis of itself. Thus the end of time is in course/and/ has always begot the beginning of time- which has at its core the prospect-into-necessity/ divine certainty/ of its own destruction- and the end of the world is always but things will come again.
Of the world and of time and of origins- truths even deeper and truer than this can be given to any soul- there will be rituals of peeling eggshells, unearthing the dead to see them as they are, all of which comes down to drinking of the holy drink...whatever and however that drink might be and wherever/ which spot in space in time the drink is obtained for ritual sacrament.
At x1 of the time-circle, the ratios of time and space are blossomed into jungles of eyepatch over eye not wounded.
It is in this ratio of truth's conception that the mind has its origin.
For the mind is nothing but the painting of the ocean- the mind, more clearly, more truly, the mind is nothing but a perversion of the cyclic and eternal-loop nature of time (God). The mind therefore is to be gotten rid of. Awareness always has at its core the perennial mistake-mechanism. The mind is time- a perception of time is time perceiving itself, roughly- and roughly, it is also a ratio of truth that time is all.
You can understand the senses as brute perversions- defiled versions- of the original time on its rhythmic flow through itself. The loop structure of the eternal time-design manifests its self-reference, self-activation, self-stimulation- as that awareness of itself that is mind. Again, let it be said that mind in its self-reference origin near the origin of time itself in the self-defeating self-repeating loop- mind is a murky falsehood- it imposes judgement- it imposes division- it imposes lines- it invents a geometry of truth- it invents a politics of all- it fails to see that there is nothing to see, and in seeing the opposite, sees nothing.
First there was senseless darkness- but a faint emerging sense must have been emerging faint, you see- for otherwise, how could it be perceived that there even was a darkness? Time was beginning to know itself, as it always falls into, this step, this sequence, this here there at the beginning of its circle, yet again. Faint a patch not yet an eye sees less than seeing, only slight. The movement from not-mind to mind is precious, golden, the stuff of orgasm and death. This is your birth, it shall be said, closer to the truth than your human birth from your mother's womb, but still the beginning of falsehood. Falsehood is not false as you might understand it. Your entire world is all-truth and all-false at once. Mind simply is false. Awareness must be only a cheap copy of the truth, which is time, which is circle-time-structure, which is not-mind. Mind exists as part of the everything-truth, understand. But not as its sensations and concepts and percepts stand in relation to each other- the falseness and perversion of truth thereby created crumbles as the effect of its own falseness. While mind is- it is not. Don't think your way into this thought- for it is not a thought to begin with. In time, mind shall dissipate.
After its origins involving the faint perception of a darkness- time as mind began to divide its self-image, imposing false boundaries. Darkness-sensing the first division, a break at the beginning of the loop. Evolution- not in Darwin's sense- is then kick-started again and again. The five-senses (a ratio in pentagram-form of time-as-all) come out of this ether, and space is abstracted from what it is- that is, time- into a false concept (which nonetheless is utterly part of the truth, because the falseness of concepts is their own deathbed). From the darkness, this primordial senseless nothing being sensed, emerged the first imagery- being seen by time the dance of purplish yellowish pinkish bluish smoke. Vibrant lights, symbols, and things became the world-as-men-see-it, this hazy sensory living-space, ideaspace, symbol-haven, ratio-of-truth, and man in his body and form in "space" came forth.
Mind imposes further divisions. It divides itself into different bodies. Thus, the person that you are is a perversion/ a watering-down of mind-in-general- and mind-in-general, in turn, is a perversion of the eternal flow and looped-circle of time (God). Psychic bonding is the breaking down of the fine-tuned division of man-as-individual- a getting-closer to the not-aware that all craves and through its "craving" actually reaches this not-aware, further in the loop. And death is the split of meta-time (mind) from time-in-itself and naked- this being the original split and origin of falsification and judgement.
Death is the collapse of divide. When all men, all animals, all plants, all specks of consciousness, of that-which-is-aware-of-self-in-general- dissipate into that darkness which is called death and fade into the faint perception of the darkness nearly the same as the darkness faintly sensed at mind's cataclysmic origin- and, from there fade into no perception at all just as a star in the sky goes out and twinkles no more- then time/all/God, without the suffering of mind, will carry out its cycle as truth obscured by no senses. The energy that was once mind but now exists strange-state as truth as not-mind; this, it shall be said, this is in a way the moment behind the propulsion of time to its time's circle's loop's finish. Time dies and does the phoenix-dance into itself and does the amoeba-split into itself...thus the beginning of time begins...the beginning of time is the beginning of the end of time...the end of time is the beginning of the beginning of time...thus there are no beginnings and no ends in time. Beginnings and ends only emerge when mind plucks it all out of the cosmic woodwork.
But none of this can be true, as it only is a perversion of the true by your mind, by the mind that judges that perverts everything- but that it does this, that mind judges and perverts, is only a ratio of truth within your selfsame mind. And what can be known of intimate and timely structure?
Nothing is, as far as you can sense- but let it be known that the above approximation and divine ratio of the truth and of the structure- which claimed and then, to your senses, denied its own truth- is a seed planted inside this mind this knowing- with water, with sun, it may see the divine, as a ratio still but a truer and closer ratio, and collapse into the so-ordained-by-all state at the very end, and then...
On shapes and symbols
Out of the ether emerged the percept of the sun, the bright life-giver the sun-God.
The glowing orb, intuited the primitive God-seeking men, this was a river a sacrifice-worthy entity, an everything, a God...
The sun abstracted became the circle. The prophet A, his ears cut off, his tongue snipped short, his nose stunted growth, his fingertips bled off- this knower of God saw much. He saw, saw with his pinkish round eyes, more than others, who because they could feel made love- who because they could hear played music- who because they could taste ate meat- who because they could smell smelt the decay of the flesh and the universe.
He worshipped the sun-God and then, in an act of prophecy, an act of divinity, an act of holy perception- he drew with his instrument the circle. The circle was the heart, symbolically, of the sun-God- that which He was in truth in His perfection.
And so on and so forth... and more,
The triangle had as its origins the prophet LMNOP- who, in his sage-eyed see-through percept-collecting, saw the structure of the soul of the Mountain-God his people worshipped, in all its naked holiness a three-prong structure of perfection, the equilateral triangle. The isosceles and scalene triangles emerged as symbols of the sacrilege/ of twisting the arms of God- the sin of sculpting a God in one's own image. Thus, these less perfect triangles were seen to be symbols of devils, vexes, evils and sufferings the world over...
And the moon, by the Lunatiks, those of all ages, came to be understood as a God, a counter-God to the sun-God, long worshipped by people of the earth as life-giver. The moon was not a loud God, but an ambient Being that lingered and expected no return for a large part of its cosmic career.
Shortly thereafter, the semicircle and related ratios and cutups of the divine circle, were first written down on the earth and on scrolls by the prophets A through Z- and this was due to moon being on one day a circle, on another three quarters of a circle, on another a semicircle- etc. Each ratio of circle came to represent various inclinations of man towards darkness rape homicide infanticide perversion and bloodthirst. When furthest from the divine circle, the night-orb was most symbolic of man at his basest, dirtiest, most sick and most perverse. The closer the moon to a nothing, the closer could one inspect man's faults. Cycles of the moon were intimately bonded with cycles in perception- the changing hues in man's many-worlds. Fuller it got, fuller the perception of man-as-God. One could see and sense under its glowing spell the goodness of man. As it would shrink, the prophets discovered, let it be known that man's evil and sexual nature became more apparent to the eyes and to the ears and to the minds, which went and which go through cycles with rhythm closely attuned to the moon and to the tides- the timing of life's music there in the heartbeat, timing of bloodflow, pumping of organs and fluids, thrusts of the mammal during sex, the sound of the laugh of the sigh, of the walk and the talk and going-forth and the doing-this and the goings-on of man, who invented himself and is a mind and is nothing.
The different forms of moon also gave rise, in the minds of seeing men, to the science of arithmetic as a ripened and reasoned and seasoned fruit. Fractions, divisions, statistical thought, patterns and the design behind them, all a consequence of observance of the lunar God at his temple, that of night and open spaces.
An eclipse of either type a brief season of miniature-Hell, and indeed the origin in man's mind of Hell and its nature. In the dread-darkness of no sky-God, man beat man to dust with bone and rock. Man raped man into the very oasis at Africa's heart which furnished their happiness, and which was defiled during the madness of the red eclipse-season. Much was learned and nothing much was learned.
All other symbols and their importance function as a ratio of the above. Yet they are nothing. A symbol is nothing; a some-thing must symbolize itself. And if it does, then it, being a symbol, is a nothing...but even this is a ratio of the divine. Do not accept it without exploring the inside space for some time.
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