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.
They dressed her in clothes of grandeur and mystique
Celebrated innumerable sacraments and orgies in her name
They scavenged for each other's blood, mutilated each other's ethic
Hell! They even held each other's phallus in her name!
Then Aha!
I Think, Therefore I Am!
Downhill from thereon
Progress having come to man
Riding Kurzweil's exponentials
She has given the plebs power to tear the cosmos apart
The fetus is stripped of innocence
She has finally made the god amongst them known
She has made all infallible, when in her zen moments, she let that
Every single man, woman, and child on this Earth be Pope
The alchemist has all the secrets of the stone,
Having Slept with her, he's heard them in her moans as she recalled
Moments of bliss during her prostitution with the cosmos over the eons
She has given the numerologist his convergence limit
Now he reads his fate from the fabric of quantum entanglement
She has given the clairvoyant his wish
Having allowed him to utter self-fulfilling prophecies
She has given the thaumaturgist his miracle
He transforms anything with volition, thanks to a relative universe
And an emotion that gravitates everything in its likeness
She has saved the oneirocritic from his insomnia
Having whispered into his ears the secrets of symbolism and recursion
Now, she has left all but one satisfied-
The last Seeker, whose will it is to
Demystify and dominate her
To that last noble spirit shall the true mystery be revealed...
--------------- The enigmatic art courtesy of Lemmy-X And classic psy-scape courtesy of Shpongle the Masters!
Having wondered throughout gaia without finding one of her own
Having witnessed the manner in which the other beings of the realm,
Coupled their anima and animus
And channeled their spirits into the higher realms
She wanted to find her mate,
She wanted to dance...
He was preoccupied with his hunger for sovereignty
He was hunting down the beasts of the wilderness
He was beating himself against rocks for not being able to return to the higher realms
He was desperate for a path, but didn't have a clue, what The Infinite One had already provided
In a shadow he had not yet bothered to join with
She was dark and chocolate
She was with that dark and long mane
She was holding fruits in her chest that'd have nourished any other being on that realm
She was so divine in beauty
She was so energized in that moment, that her gravity invented lust at all realms, even from the archs
And the Arch of Music was enslaved by her body and spirit
He fell from the higher realms into this realm
To join in with her shadow
And perform the Ritual of The First Dance on mankind
The waist was gyrating in a rhythm any serpentine princesses would envy
She was thrusting her hands up into the ether
Her etheric body conjuring up the ultimate jungle roar of power
Her mate to-be was surely bound to notice this challenge to his dominance instincts
And so he came to face her in the dance...
That dance that gave us that African shamanic ritual
That dance that aroused life in all - to dance to the drum
That dance, oozing with arcane delights and promises of sexual union
That dance, that only ritual, in which the powers of the One Law,
Couple in that blissful marriage of wills, to channel man to his divine realms
In that dance of creation...
That dance, that revelation of the substance of the One.
And so, with the Spirit of the One upon me,
I let go of my fears, and dancing in unison with Babalon
Was blessed with our first moonschild-
Putting into motion, the path that'd return me to the higher realms.
----------------- mystical psychedelic soundscape from Minds of Infinity. magical art courtesy of ravaneli
