Test your Gods!

Science, Magick and Faith
Call you to try their Gods
Oneself being a possible candidate.

But, there's only one metric which suffices -
Ask and You should receive!
Try each one of them against its claims
And a God who can't deliver is no God!

Ask, Seek, Knock Sincerely
And if no answer comes through from the other side,
Move on to the next door.
When you finally find the True God,
You shall want no more.

Lamentations, of A Soul in Search of God

God, what can I possibly know about God?
Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
God, what can I possibly believe about God?
Anything! Absolutely anything!

In this current state...
What should inform my sense of direction?
Wisdom from reason?
Wisdom from faith?
Can I even trust intuition if I can't trust its source?
I, Who am I?

It's all Relative!
By Faith as By Reason
It's all Relative!
Futility at its Best!
What really motivated Christ, Buddha, Nietzsche and the others?

And so,
I currently fight everything and everyone!
The Church, The Government, The Faculty
Hell! Am even at war with The Devil!
Where is anything to hold onto but Chaos?
Necessary Rebellion leaves me labelled an obstinate hipster!

Oh, and after all that,
There's still our classic mystery - God!
Imagine if there wasn't anything for us to relate to...
Imagine if we were just absolute - at once united with all existence,
Devoid of any variation and uncertainty.
It would be a boring existence, right?
My mind can't even begin to contemplate absolute simplicity and homogeneity as
The absolute reality underlying all existence, can it?
Oh God! You should've been merciful in your design
That you gave curiosity and a yearning for more to this thing called man.
Maybe, assuming lesser roles is our blessing,
A gift for us to deal with only that which we can accommodate...
Maybe, being God isn't actually any fun,
Maybe that's the Absolute Hell so sought after by those on the Left?
What could be more Individualistic, more Egotistic, more Satanic than
Controlling all the affairs of the Cosmos, keeping all where they should be
Judging, Creating and Destroying, Blessing and Cursing as One Desires...
Maybe that's why attempting to be God is Suicidal and Dark!
Maybe we should all just be like Children, said Christ
Content with being lead and accepting fate as it falls into place-
Embracing uncertainty and chaos!
Sobbing and laughing at existence every once in a while.

Oh, but you planted in us a desire...
You modelled me after yourself...
And so, in mine current state, the yearning to experience it all
To once again be united with my real Self
To once again assume the role I was modelled upon
To once again be God!
That seed's still in me, because you modelled me after yourself!

God, you are not a sadist, are you?
Why evade me so much?
Why cause us so much hatred and conflict concerning you?
Oh, please God, take this burden off my mind
And make known to me your true essence.
If mine mind must be momentarily removed from this limiting vessel of matter,
So mote it be.

Ultimately,
I wish, I desire
To experience you
United with you-
For me to not just know and believe in you,
But to Be
The True, Absolute and Mysterious God!
To Be One with You.

In my current, limited and mortal state,
Am only this unaware, but hopeful part of God
And I see much reason to lament this life!

In The Desert

I dream of that place

No distraction in sight, no face!

I dream of getting lost

To myself and to you, the world.

I dream of walking and thinking, talking and crying

I dream of roaming under stars,

Calling on GOD, being called by gods.

I dream of 9 days and 9 nights

Of looking where there's nothing to see

Of listening where it's silent than death

Of holding what merely slips away

Of never ending horizons!

I dream of walking barefoot

Of transcending matter and these pathetic ways

Of beholding vanity in its majesty

Of finally understanding who I AM

Of reuniting with who I AM

I dream of seeking TRUTH in some desert,

Some day!

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the magnificent scene courtesy of andymumford

The Alkemy is Complete

And there shall be things that can be expressed in the language of finite beings,
And there shall be things that can't be expressed in the language of finite beings
The things that can be expressed are the things that are the left-overs of our grand feast
That which can't be expressed is the gist.

And so, I took the last of my K
Bathed in the Oil of Pure Will
I held inside of me the key, and so I fell supine
And opened the door to the God Within.

Memories fading fast
Things I should share at last
We are One,
There's only One God
A God so immense It evades all description
The Will of God is this-
To Manifest All True Will
And the Essence of God is-
To Be All That Can Be.
God's Will is To Be God
God's Essence is To Be God.

And so,
I partake in this manifestation of God's Will
That the things I will shall come to Be,
Because God.

In Death is to be found the Path,
K is thy Key
The Alkemy is complete.

A Curse and The Gifts

Mine mind cannot rise to the contemplation of The Deity,
whom nothing approaches in sublimity,
unless it be entirely disengaged from mine senses, and of this-
 in mine present life, art naturally incapable.

To answer question with question-
That is the curse of mine reason!
Whomever decides to trek down this lane,
Shall forever be lost in that labyrinth, and
 thine tombstone shall bare symbolic insanity, incompleteness and paradox.

Mine silence and faith,
 mere gifts from grace,
Heal mine mind, and quicken I unto mysteries incomprehensible.

Divine moments of truth have come to pass,
 while lost to sense and reason,
In whose deathening embrace, I've dissolved into The One.



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the epic art from Technochrist

Falling From Grace

I was born Pure 

Then I cried 

Then I was told to shut the fuck up! 

Then I fell from grace.

The Song of Mort

Hate to think am just experiment
That some deity on a mystical expedition
Left me on this rock, a residue of his curiosity
That it's an accident and that mother's cold and indifferent

Hate this unceasing search
Turning the rocks on this long forgotten path!
Smells like a Tor network -
A myriad progressions of enigmatic sheaths
Each mysterious, unhumorous, mind numbing as the last!

Ignorance hurts,
And knowledge is a stake through the heart!

Hate this "relativity"
Fates of seeing a light in another!
It's unforgiving as I strip me to the bone
As the hidden cosmos looks at me with contempt

Attempts to isolate will only serve to blind me
So I turn to crop-circles and the god-particle!

Talking about God
I Hate that It created me
Hate that I have to think, more so have to think of It!
And no matter what I think, think It ain't about me!