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.

Meanwhile…

– 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…

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~ by EMPTY SUN on October 30, 2015.

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