The Savage Garden

ONE

To many wounds to my heart, stumbling around like an injured animal The last eleven months have cut me so that underneath the torn threads of my mental shreds dangle with dripping blood I feel like a naked and vulnerable child. I hear a distant voice tell me that it is only at these times that we have the opportunity to find a very great strength and beauty inside ourselves, I don't have any other choice, as these experiences are done and leave indelible impressions on my mind , forever.
Yes, The Autumn is my favorite time of the year, her rusty, golden glow echoing the radiant fever of the last passionate embrace before deaths cold fingers touch the earth, promising not oblivion but the fiery warm glow of the subterranean secret fire ! Death should always be a friend, we can learn much about life from him, or is it a Her ?
Last night as I walked through the park in the twilight of the days end, amongst the autumn leaves of russet and rusty brown, they suddenly became as the most beautiful gems of ruby, sapphire and gold, glowing and golden jewels scattered all around me and as each one plucked a string on my heart I saw a glistening, savage beauty that knows no bounds, and no words. In this silence spoke the voice of eternity.
I realize now that every motion of my body, every thought, word and deed moves in celestial harmony with the stars, to master the inhuman art of the slaughter of the mind the mind being that which distracts us from our proper being and our proper course, to trample it underfoot with a vengeance whereby the Master being firmly established within the temple of the stars, the mind, under dominion, may also go in time, so that consciousness, duly disciplined, may enjoy the delights of the Savage Garden under the careful guidance of its Master, the Star.
Most people fear to lose themselves in the power of the tides and seasons wherein the process of transformation turns all pains into joy. All that I loved was taken away from me, all that I desired turned around and mocked at me before vanishing as the illusive phantasms that they really were, I have seen everything I held most sacred,profaned nigh unto dust and so I covered myself with Ash and rejoiced as dust laughing in the shadow of the steady sneer of Kali's smile as everything I held true was defiled and destroyed. My drunken eyes burned with a fire and passion which none would care nor dare to desire, know or see, THIS, although no-one will ever know, is what only the children of The Savage Garden feel and see !
So to those of you who would dare to consider yourselves even an aspirant to the wonders of The Savage Garden I say this ;

"Listen to the tree's of eternity".

As a Wise man recently said
Words Are Drugs.

"But there is a form beyond all form ! " The Angel cries ! The intellectuals don't hear him, the priests don't hear him, the multitudes ignore him and when he persists in his lonely song of dark joy out into the crowded, empty aethers, they banish him from heaven out into their dualistic void, but the Angel has wings of his own and is sure that really they are all just playing some sort of light hearted game with him, that they know what he has seen and are just pretending so that he may find strength from his ordeal and discover fresh secrets and new ground in the return to his solitude, finding in this strength that maybe he is not so alone after all,You see his heart is pure and refuses to see the awful truth about men and their woes.

Soon he discovers that he is not " going to somewhere so much as coming from everywhere.

THERE IS LOVE and then there is LOVE .

1) Materialistic Love is based upon sacrifice, giving up in order to suffer in order to feel better, creating a problem in order to solve it, psychology, psuedo-spirituality, the Lamb to the slaughter, the scapegoat. This is an inane human tendency which has got to stop ! It undermines the fact that every day we die a little without any self appointed authority to judge us. We constantly give of ourselves to the motion of our stars in their own course of orbit in this universe and there is no one belief , no one way, or "group" on this entire earth who can be truly representative of all the powers of the universe, however, an Individual can ! Although it is really a matter of whoever is living in harmony with the universes laws are the ones who are going to most be able to represent IT but they do so by " being " themselves and not by preaching or setting therm selves up as prophets.
In the future social structures it will become obvious to you that the only real representative is the"Alien" living inside your scull who is receiving and transmitting many different aspects of inter-planetary-stellar information through you and to and through others. It is a scientific fact that the human brain receives over 60 million signals from outer space every second of its life one day you will socialize globally in your own living room and you will realize that everything you've ever wanted is all right here right now inside you,hiding,waiting for you to start using that magnificient entity inside your scull.
That is why it really docent matter where you are, except of course when you want to be somewhere for a specific time or important event which might change your entire life. I have sought for a millennium to figure out how to communicate the impossible and so far the nearest I've got is this way of writing, its
the only way certain aspects of transmission & communication can be picked up written down.

this is the universe speaking............. this is the universe speaking.....................it really is !!...........honest.................
When an individual has attained to his own Savage Garden then he acts as the will of the universe, he discovers that the universe is indeed not only intelligent but is actually able to operate his intelligence far more efficiently than he could manage himself. This " will " has no regard whatsoever for anyone else's petty ego's or problems of a superficial nature and the general mass of humanity either causes him profound and acute pain, indomitable rage or blissful forgetfulness when he. is fixed in love of Nuit. He wants nothing else. Often people are drawn towards him, hoping to steal his light, he dreams of the possibilities of taking others on this wonderful adventure but when he opens the door for them they all run away and leave him a silent silhouette framed in
an open doorway standing still in the azure-blue evening sky where Jupiter has just appeared following on from Venus and Mars supporting the white pearl that is the Moon, standing full and radiant in the nights crisp clear air. He imagines a gigantic figure of Diana standing Divinely in the sky smiling. From her feet comes a silver river of light which is radiant only because there are strong hearts beating out there in the firmament, those who have found their stars and their place in Nuits infinite garden, her face lit up like some fantastic tree emblazoned across the black-brilliant blue night sky. The only thing in us which " suffers " is the belief in a part of us which does
not exist, our conditioned self, our social identity before self actualization.

WILL.
Individual "will" is a popular myth, it dosent exist, free will DOES NOT EXIST ! Of course every noble brute will stand his ground and say " how dare you suggest that my individual liberty is threatened or controlled by outside forces ! I am a law unto myself !" Even this rebellion has been pre-planned, mapped out and initiated by subtle changes & currents and motions of the universe without our noble gentleman being any the wiser.
No, we do not have any free will of our own, although nature. being far more complex and intelligently compassionate than we give her credit for, a weaver of illusion, the supreme Magickian, has made it possible for us to learn how to ride the currents of this universal power and partake of the supreme sacrament that is life, or to work against it, to our own detriment & misery, for this is the gift that life has to offer, to partake in the great mystery of creation as willing co-operator or to go through life with only one eye open to ourselves and closed to the rest of the universe.
The powers of discrimination necessary to discern between the universes laws and " wrong turns " remain our goal amongst other things, but in all our wanderings, chaotic or not, there is a pattern a whole series of events and phenomena to do with being human which determines wether or not our passage will be difficult or easy.
Therefore we conclude that the only " true will " is that which is in accordance with the will of the universe, to take comfort and instruction from that and fuck the rest !!

SPIRITUAL LOVE is unconditional surrender, it is the abil;ity to become entirley FEMININE - by this is meant a supreme receptivity. The fools struggle with their over-inflated ego's forever trying to weild their dicks around in the air like a wand,gibbering away from half-memorized text-books and convince themselves that they are gaining some valuable insight which will give them dominion overt he earth, that insight-when it comes is usually how ridiculous they really are !!! No, real Love is accsessable only through that receptivity which we call feminine-for as the very core of creation is by its own nature receptive - life pours abundantly through it, the more receptive we
become the more life we have, all the universe is a woman, all the power of the spirit is masculine, together creation comes to life, remove either and the whole hypothesis collapses, we are receptive,we are SOUL, -GOD is dynamic-power penetrating matter ,To become MORE receptive is to become MORE of the spirit, more of what we are-spiritually, to attempt to emulate God by attempting to aquire Gods power is to be stupid and lacking in ANY real insight into the nature of MAGICK.
Love is the ability to truly ride and master the currents of the universe by annihilating our conditioned selves in love of Nuit, the Goddess of The Universe, all else is a snare and a deceit, How this is done is not to be found amongst the priests, magicians, wise men, " psuedo-Magickians " and self-styled manufactured madmen, but in the inner sanctum of your own heart after you have come through the Savage Garden ripped to shreds without a scratch. In the meantime you might do well to fix some regular disciplines and devotions & stick to them, hell or high water for a number of years, thereby coming to know and understand a little about just what " The Savage
Garden " really is, when you have learned how to die & give birth to yourself in new and different forms exploring your new found power & energies without fear of madness, insanity or moral & social dogma, abandoning yourself to your solitude, loneliness and fate, discovering the Pandora's box of your soul !
These most secret children of The Savage Garden are the real " chosen ones ", now think not to find them in the temples, in the houses of wisdom 8z written knowledge, nor in the modern Chaos bibles of middle-class mystics who would collapse into psychosis at a glimpse of the fire in the eyes of our children, for they are wholly beyond description, they move in the silence which spans all space and cannot be recognized by those with diseased hearts. They have been called by many names and yet the corrupt have pounced upon these names and claimed them all as their own seeking to profane the sanctuary in their lust and greed for recognition and power. We thank the forces that be that the mighty Spirit that is our universal Brotherhood is not, nor never ever shall be exposed to the impurity of those who deceive themselves and worse of all, others. There is a secret which has not yet been revealed and that secret is one only you can discover. It is somewhere within the glades of your savage garden, it is waiting for you to take one step beyond, to go beyond the limits of space, to expose your soul and walk naked into the arms of the unknown, the path of the pilgrim and the Hermit ! For only the truly pure of heart can recognize each other and the entrance fee to this
sanctuary is that first you must attend your own funeral and collapse laughing !

CHAPTER TWO

The mouse in The Kitchen Still, in the silence of my solitude comes fortitude, the length of the spine, the gradual rise of the sun. We thought our little mouse would die, having spent so long without oxygen. When I got back home his little heart was still beating. I wrapped him in a towel, stroked his little face and watched him slowly twitch back to life, he would be
all right by morning although he looks well shaken and no doubt a more enlightened mouse for the experience. Now a Warrior Mouse he shall return to the clan living below my cooker and rule as a wise & just King ! This is a great day for the little inhabitants of the kitchen, the midnight raiders of yesterdays leftovers. Such are some of the adventures in the inner sanctum of the Savage Garden for those with eyes to see, which brings us back to our adventurous Angel. His investigations have lead him to a wonderful flaw in the map, one that related to a time in the future which the ancients couldn't figure out, this dark sphere which they held in such awe, this black Sun, this abyss of horror ! But he had discovered the secret behind this sun, that the-Earth was the center of all and that " the fall " had been one big Con designed to keep everybody down till the day of reckoning when the bullshit hit the fan & those who had not fallen for the big con were pleasantly surpassed to find out that their conclusions were the right ones after all !

My what big teeth you have grandmother ! All the better to eat you with my dear !. For quite some time the Angel simply sat at this threshold, stunned and dumbfounded at the host of dark things fading in and out of the blackness. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't move. It wasn't until he embodied the power inside that his wings, all leathery and bat-like unfolded and carried him through into the Savage Garden.
There, beautiful creatures never seen by human eyes played mysterious games with living fabric and as they danced they wove it into patterns which crystallized into brilliant worlds infinite and varied in sound & light. Amidst all of this, rising out of a vast black ocean filled with stars, stood an emerald Isle which was the crown of Earth. Clouds of bizarre animals of every shape and form blew through the skies screeching, howling and screaming, copulating as they met, merging into each other in huge writhing masses of sensual & sexual-erotick excesses generating impossible colors which lit up the firmament making every star light up bright and glorious, taking radiant pleasure in their link through light, to the event of creations play. As the Angel's face glowed with the flames of love licking his brow, he saw that beauty, that divinity within the deepest and most forgotten parts of the earth so dimly perceived by mankind for so long, now finally & at last unveiled before him, his eyes filled with liquid gold tears at the stupidity and confusion of the lies which have condemned man to guilt, fear and a fallen universe. Fallen because it had never faced 8z crossed its " abyss ", its fatal flaw, that there always had to be these concepts deep within the psyche of humankind, that it is cursed & fallen, the religion of sadomasochism, the religion of Christianity and the laws and politics founded upon it. It holds up its own worst fears to itself and then uses them as an excuse for not transcending our wretched state, thus society holds itself in paralysis and so people fear their darkness instead of embracing it and finding therein the seed of creation in the heart of the hermit, that little child within waiting for love. So the Angel, having considered all of this, took a long, deep breath and jumped forward joining a circle of Nymphs and steel toothed Orators weaving the silver-orange webs of vocal joy & life across expansive skies with eternity speaking through the very small movements of a million children's eyes and little sister Earth rejoiced gladly that the child had at long last returned home as indeed every creature and atom rejoices when a part of the universe finally ceases from its inane stupidity and embraces its true & natural course of action with intelligence & illumination hurling across infinite worlds of beauties never seen, never known and behind him a trail of a million ululating beings pouring in and out of each other like liquid silver, emanating a thousand voices all in harmony yet uniquely individual and different, copulating in a celestial orgy of gargantuan proportions creating more and more worlds as they went upon their way. There was 144,000 of them and each one's face radiated love which was so strong that it had become physical, transforming and involving everything around it into the stuff from which stars are made. He was proud to be here with them as they caressed his gentle pain and rose up towards his heart which was suspended above, an orb in the bosom of the night sky, it was the Earth, the pupil of his eye, the pillar of his soul. Trembling with the sheer weight of ecstasy he collapsed into the arms of the celestial beings around him as they picked him up and carried him a little way further, eventually laying his head at the foot
of a great tree in a quiet glade of the garden which had become his home, his universe and his entire life, In a garden with no walls stands a child with no name.

Understanding.
The Heart Of The Lion
The Key of The Savage Garden is to be Headless,
The Severed Head.
Physiological Transformation.
The Awakening Of The Organic Soul The Outer Countenance Of Nuit
The Hermit
The Lover
The Man Of Earth.

CHAPTER THREE

THE HIGH PRIESTESS

In the Savage Garden the intellect sacrifices itself to the unknown via abandonment of oneself to the mercy and protection of the Goddess. When we are rendered absolutely vulnerable, only then can we become aware of that " others " which SHE is. Only She can save us at the end of the day, only She has the swallowing capacity to devour the puny enormity that our frustrated intellect dishes out to us as self defacing punishment for our audacity in measuring the universe by finite symbols and forgetting that"symbols" are NOT " law ". That is to say they are not necessarily relevant to ALL and as " Magick is for ALL " the elite must be left behind in order to enter the Savage Garden of your dreams and desires. There is no God in this place, the saviour never came, did you wait for someone to come & take you by the hand ? No !They will never come, your Saviour is IT is you. In the Savage Garden only you can know why you are here, free from the restraints of ideology & dogma & the stark, shark infested wasteland of the castrated, rapist intellect, seek and discover the true meaning of the statement ; " Be Every Act An Act Of Love And Worship. "
Knowledge of thee is like the rain that washes away the dust of yesterday. The"war in heaven " is an illusion caused by the duality of paranoid and ignorant minds,when the battle is over you will return to the erotic beauty that is The Savage Garden, where the most intimate secrets are revealed in relationship and the scarlet woman of
your hearts desire stands rejoicing once again in her true robes once more and a strange and silent language will pass between two sets of eyes that equal zero.
So even though it is said that " mystery is the enemy of truth," ask, "Who's truth" ? If when truth be found, it be exposed as a force which defies any fixed notion save as a focus 8z definition for the pleasure of consciousness ? The suffering and sacrifices of lesser magic may be considered unavoidable at some stages of pre-mutant, larval
growth, but no matter what it will get you, it will not transport you to the sacred grove where the little river of your life becomes united with the fountain of youth immortal. Seek ye therefore greater heights & pleasures for although pain may be a method, it should not become an end in itself. This is the beauty of The Savage Garden whom only
She who is black can show you, for in Her darkness is hidden the brightest & most intimate sparks. In time Magic transcended its own duality and became transcendental, it started to become self governed as each star went about its own unique course of orbit, self-made & respectful of its brothers & sisters in orbit. When two Magickal stars
collide a new universe is conceived and created, the new politics of Thelema are established and the world is governed by its Gods and Goddesses, its just that three quarters of
the human race cant handle it yet !
Oh my People long forgotten !
To say ,this, All prophets are false,
The very heart of doubt
There is no way, So learn to play,
Worlds are doves
yours to play with
Embrace Totality, re-claim sexuality
and it rises with a Joy Triumphant
GAIA !
S/words like water, words are my pharmacy
Never far away, we are educating the world.

CHAPTER FOUR
Contemporary God forms

The Angel sat alone on a rock staring at the ground. The landscape melted around him. Once again he had been partaking of that forbidden love which destroys all things and because the frequency at which his being vibrates is subatomic, he had to make sure that he poured out his love only in little doses to the children gathered around him with their cups, too much and they would break, seeking to drag him down to the heights of an inverted earth and the secrets which cannot be spoken of, the blessed ecstasy of oblivion ! Ah sweet oblivion, how he longed for it.
The night before he had donned the metal fangs and soaked himself in strange oils & Magickal elixirs, wandered through the crowded city with the hand that feels no pain, drawing strength from nothing in effortless grace, in the stillness and motion of one complete,with the High Priestess glistening amidst the bones so white and bleached, each person in the crowd a jewel upon her crown. He watched them dancing from a dark corner and desired a great fortification of the type which still exists deep in the unconsciousness of our civilization, which lends itself even still to the pleasure which is derived by people from such gatherings, echoing distant genetic memories of a time when all such ecstatic gatherings finally culminated in a beautiful celebration of sexuality unbound, an exorcism of all the psychosis which has everyone by the balls. How he burned with this love and lust of the Aeons coursing through his veins, how he longed for everyone to come screaming out of their shells, leaping into the hilarious fire of their unfettered desires to swim in each others body fluids, in his blood this ancient serpent writhed in ecstasy, spitting poison divine upon the arching body of the earth, Oh for that long forgotten experience so near and yet so far away in the eyes of these young flowers, these virgins of circumstance. Dangerous ground upon which the Angel walks, carefully.
A sheet of water appears just above him and he steps up and out of the chasm. What adventures passed without eyes seeing the light of day in the great lonely hall of his heart,which was at times apt to explode with opal-like light and the song of the silence comes if from nowhere. A strange kind of love, this ceaseless, endless desire, knowing, unknowing within us all, so intangible that we are overwhelmed to the point of grasping onto the last straw of our agony and senseless pain as if it were all that mattered, the sickness and poverty of desire & the mindless stupidity of humanity, that it does not know what it wants, it simply ants , or endlessly discovers what it docent want. He walked up to one of the pillars of the world and embraced it, feeling the solid strength of the massive blue granite penetrating deep into the earth and found some comfort in its fortitude. It is this energy that attracts us to each other, that kaleidoscopic, invisible strobe which registers on the cerebral cortex, that infinite & immortal energy
that moves within us, shaping and changing worlds upon worlds, that trembling stagger, that cold bright light of interaction bouncing between eyes lit up by elemental passions never seen by any but true lovers. Lo ! our Angel has awoken once again turning silently around and placing his egg's in an assortment of baskets. At this point in the garden he unfocused his eyes and saw two realities, one eternally secret, the innermost sanctuary of
the garden which I can say no more as it is for each to find and discover for themselves in the nameless place. Then also there was that ever uniting, festive embrace of layers of becoming, the exaltation of communion scattered amidst the swords & cups as the two pentagrams unite in ever unfolding bliss sending showers of sparks out into the world, bringing vitality into the hearts of all, cutting through rivers of blood and sweat & flesh making manifest the word, becoming UN-manifest by the power of the lust of the lion and the serpent which spirals on and ever onward like the body of our Lady and all the little sisters of the Silver Star. He took on the fun - filled form of Satan and sat by the door of the women's toilets, blood pouring down his mouth like wine, the blood of the saints, devoured by his lust for Her, the ultimate beginning and end of all, the triune White Goddess of all , whom drives her devotee's to madness and debauch, the wise and beautiful queen of heaven AND hell, She who rejoices equally in each and every experience and teaches Her followers to transcend the limits of their blasted minds. As Her sacred mushrooms took hold of my cells 8z mingled wildly with the wines white foam coursing through my blood, the crowded dance hall erupted with body-heat and roaring life, like a door in my mind had suddenly opened to let the world inside, making everything subjective and all things possible. A visiting German chapter of the Hells Angels poured into the club having just finished their convention which they had attended from all over Europe and I stood amongst them for a while delirious like an inane demon-scull and let their wildness wash over me as women's thigh's & breasts seemed to brush against me constantly. Every male and female was my potential victim and the fiery pulse of their flesh and blood intoxicated my senses evoking in me mingled, spasmodic sensations and visions of sex, blood and death. But above these depths of soul-fire, floating upon the surface of things, I could see that these were soulless little creatures bound by their inability to really let go of their imaginations, to scared to allow the doors of perception to come crashing down setting free their dreams from the mental prison of their fantasies, Oh Goddess ! how I wanted them all to fuck each other senseless ! How do they get through ? I wondered, Maybe they don't, Maybe they never really touch upon these secret glories, maybe they never even see the beauty of the Savage Garden all around them every second of their lives ! " What horror "! I thought, to never see !
I realized at this point that I was in the Abyss again and the Angel called me to swift and prompt action, I closed my eyes for a second and uttered the Magick word then leaped into action with my steel fangs flashing 8z the fires of Satan in my eyes. At this moment a beautiful, flaming haired woman appeared before me pleading for someone worthy to dance with, so, grasping Her arms we spun insanely around the dance floor. The motion of our spinning bodies seemed to animate her voluptuous limbs as she laughed and pressed her groin into mine while I licked 8z caressed her breasts, careless of anything else around us our star-fever intoxicated and annihilated our inhibitions. I could see all the hell's angel's looking on in approval and as she thrilled in the pleasure of the moment yet being simultaneously terrified by her own abandonment, she hurled away from me like a bullet as soon as the musick stopped and headed for the women's toilets to regain her composition. I left the club feeling utterly insane and illuminated. !
Going on to one of our cities more subterranean, seedy haunts I found myself watching Aphrodite herself appear through the mists of dry ice on the dance floor in an underground cave-like cellar, she looked almost terrifyingly serpentine and UN-human as she moved through the mists curling around her limbs like snakes, creating that particular-dual feeling of eroticism and cold, death. I watched her beautiful,tall,slender body sway gently to and fro, she was so calm and serene, complete in herself, I was dumb-founded in silent admiration and horror as these images seemed to flicker and stimulate some strange and ancient, primordial memories which ached painfully somewhere inside of my electric scull. As I watched this bizarre vision before me, the musick and
lights seemed to pulse in unison with her every movement and my heart became nailed to my chair as everybody 8z everything became a torturous, cruel beauty that made me at first quiet,sardonic 8z still and then immaculately devastated by the gothic wasteland of a million pleasures I could not reach or touch, evoking such a deep, deep longing and yearning I have never before felt so powerfully 8z acutely, that the world stopped. It was
so terrifying and penetrating that I could not move for quite some time,relishing such a depth of exquisite anguish. Everybody and everything became the instigators of my destruction, my death and here, in this wild, dark corner of the Savage Garden I truly feared for my sanity for quite some time before winding back through dusk - wet streets and wrapping myself in the warmth of my little bed and giving thanks to all the powers and spirits in creation that be for another day in the great adventure of this Savage Garden in which we all live, move and have our being .
Rumor has it that the Angel is on his way, most secret inviolate self. I sit blasted by this dangerous love, toppling once again over the edge of my stability into the ocean of terror, calling, praying even, for only the Angel can save me now. She said that I had be- come " evil ", the beast of the aeon. I trembled, reaching, scratching for a foothold that is not there. Last nights dreams saw flecked orb's of light shattering crystalline darkness. Sitting by the side of the sunlit ocean watching the dead play with the dolphins we were trying to stop the Japanese from eating them and tying up tigers by their hind legs to cut their throats while their still alive in order to drink their fresh blood, one hell of a shit way to get a buzz & gain power. The dolphins we rescued told us many things and so we
decided to cruise over the coast of Southern France and Africa. A & A were there with the others who had mastered the winds and its currents. They took me right up to just outside the atmosphere, high above the Southern French coastline and left me there. I remember the thrill and danger I was in, soaring on the high air currents. There were strange entities living up there in that twilight realm between space and the earth's atmosphere. The temptation to rise higher 8z higher pulled on me ( on another plane I gave in to the desire, died and saw Nuit, as I rose out of the earth's atmosphere I became one with the outer countenance of Nuit and became overwhelmed with a joy I cannot describe. As I passed upward and out of the worlds atmosphere I experienced a shift or leap in consciousness which was altogether unlike anything I have ever experienced before but it became apparent that this state of awareness was always there under the layers of my " consciousness " or earth consciousness and I heard a voice saying, "And ye shall write me runes in the sky, yes runes in the sky ". The oxygen was far to thin to risk going further without death so I spiraled my way down towards the ground and as I did so I seemed to skip from place to place upon the earth, from scene to scene, as if parts of me were scattered all over the globe in various countries everywhere.
The most frightening thing about super-consciousness is that every thought, word and action determines your future and future events and there is no way of knowing weather you have taken the right course of action or not until it is too late ! The rejection of attainments is a Buddha - trip fuck-up, much harder it is to take full responsibility for power, to fly and soar, to ride the currents and joyfully undertake the adventure which inevitably brings about the destruction of all you thought you " knew " about yourself.

But No I cry ! I do not want This. The Angel smiles and reaches to touch me once again upon the forehead and I am overwhelmed by a shuddering, painful ecstasy which cannot be described and I realize that this wonderful earth I feel beneath my feet is my only hope, the only real, reliable stability I have in this ever changing world, it is the sacred and ultimate goal of the Great Work, the philosophers stone, the emerald Isle of space,daughter of light, inviolate maid, the blessed mother and the rock of ages, the egg-matrix, throbbing manifestation of all life ! Ha ! This Island Earth is a Mighty thing all of its own ! So here once again we find our Savage Garden all grim,black and beautiful, My Gaia ! My Maid ! reflected in the eyes of every lover who has blessed my lonely sojourn through this vast and overwhelming chaos called " Life ", Oh how many times have I begged you not to leave me caught up in the stupidity and ignorance of not reali- sing that you have never left me even in my darkness hours, I pray let me never forget that it is YOU whom I see and love in a million eyes, you in all I have loved and known even if only for a short while ! All I am and will ever be is a glint in your eye ! Abandon not ever this inane,insane child of thine, for I ever walk with thee alone washed and purified by thy tears, the curve of your breasts ! Crush me in your thighs wringing an ocean of tears from out of the grapes of my heart, Oh Goddess Supreme whom neither wise man nor fool hath conceived or formed, lead me ever onwards to manifest the unspeakable glories of thy countenance, Thou whom hath bathed me in thine blood washed down from the benediction moon and drive me not ever out of Thy sanctuary, this Savage Garden of thine known as life.

For this is Aeon, thy thrice child
and Prophet, Come only Once, to Love Thee
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CHAPTER FIVE
The Slaughtering of Illusion With The Method Of Illusion

He smiled. The crowds darted here and there still looking for the threads they thought they had seen when first plunging into this dark chasm of sweet chaos and oblivion.
Amidst the throng of the endless comings & goings of myriad's of bodies, I stood quite still, watching, waiting for the sign. In my clairvo-audient vision I could sense, hear and feel my blood-kin approaching from different segments of the corners of the globe, they too, stood in silent, disciplined greeting, mutually aware, of me. None of them could be 100% certain what the other saw as each of them had their own particular function and interpretation of the Abyss, however it was without doubt that they were as capable of the most horrific acts of violence as they were of acts of beauty which defy description. The signal appeared upon the horizon as Venus approached the mid-heaven
and they formed a circle within the heart of the crowd and thereby concealed a 12 pointed star as the center 8z circumference of the circle, the unspeakable word was uttered and at once each of the Angels,now tense with anticipation, leaped backwards as the mass of people filled out and heaved into a vast ocean of flesh, simultaneously surging inwards and upwards cascading out from the center of the star as millions of star-particles of incandescent light and each one a soul, some awakening as if from a long deep sleep, looking around and gathering their wits as an expression of sudden familiarity came over their faces, as if they had only just realized the true purpose 8z meaning of their lives, a look transformed quickly into sheer joy as they recognized the Angels whom they had
for so long wished to see once again took hold of them. In the air a resounding roar as if of a million voices rose from the center of the earth itself, it was the war-cry of The Goddess, who's silver-emerald-golden body was made up of the sum total of all these particles, the spaces in-between and the interaction & relationship between them. Spinning geometric,whirling spheres of force 8z fire formed themselves throughout all of the worlds
and slowly, faster than light, these forms,particles unique & complete, shaped them- selves a scenario in which to act out their dance, giving birth to all the illuminated sciences and answering all the questions which have puzzled physicists for so long due to their insistence on resorting to the myth of " the objective universe theory " every time they start to loose their minds without waiting,to see what might replace their banished minds and annihilated theories !

THE BLOOD IS THE LIFE
The beautiful woman arose from the vortex that had opened within the black triangle in the very center of the circle, turning quickly into a black-leather-winged vampire she took to the skies followed by a swarm of bright,joyful Angels. As contagious star- fever spread through them, crackling like livid,living lightning or like the activation of inspiration & genius sparked off within the brain by one, spontaneous, original creative conception, they turned about and set upon the crowds around them who had turned there backs or held up crucifix's like Van Heslting in some inane hammer horror movie, muttering under their breath such nonsense as " get thee hence from me O
spawn of Satan's foul breath"! however, such mutterings went unheeded by our Angels of light as they descended, slashing with their metal claws and stainless steel teeth at the warm flesh all around them, infecting and transforming it into strange and wonderful,twisted shapes hobbling along like something from a Dali painting. Smiling they raised their hearts and their bloodlust into a frenzy of bacchanalian delight, certain as the daylight they devoured and transmuted everything around them from hideous shapes and forms into bodies of stars with guiding light and motivation. Our Angel could be seen enjoying himself in the midst of the battle, kicking out at ignorance which lumbered up to him like some Bio-cultured,festering blob,dealing it a most savage blow to its semblance of a head, then before his victim could regain its balance, our-Angel took a deep breath as what seemed to be a million arms, each holding a jagged shard of mirrored glass in hand,appeared around him & came whirling down upon his reactionary victim so that as the creature was sliced into pieces, each blow revealed a reflection of itself and having never seen just how ugly it really was to be an ignorant blob, had the effect of stripping the outer layers of conditioning from the soul and allowing it to conceive of its true divine inheritance, liberating the essential spark of
life-force within the shell to move on to better things ! Thus rendered immobile and respective, the Angel stood above his prey and gave it one,long,infinitely loving look of empathy, wisdom 8z understanding before spreading his black wings over the entire surface of the battle field and plunging headlong, devoured all that remained of the lie
before him, which looked up in abject horror for one last time,hoping for a reprimand at the last minute which did not come, instead the Angel lifted up the shredded, torn remains of the corpse and screamed aloud in an inhuman voice;
THIS IS MY BODY, THIS IS MY BLOOD,
Then in the midst of the battle field, he sent his laughter hurling around the four corners of the earth and the Sun & Moon + the stars all joined in with his song, for they loved this child more dearly than any other who had dared to walk the way of such wondrous flesh drawing pictures of flaming lions who, like pilgrims from some other world passed under the arch of the burning way bringing sweet musick for the kings of the earth in their wake, each singing songs of infinite beauty and infinite rage mingling together into one grand syllable whose thundering echoes are the waves of silence rippling upon the brows of the edge of the shoreline of that which we call " consciousness," carrying messages in a bottle from afar so that we may find the strength of the stars to help us on our way.
It was this light that shone through our Angels eyes as he looked around and saw the others hurling down, hacking, slashing, ravaging and killing everything which stood in the way of their divine purpose. He called over to one of the younger ones who was celebrating the first day of his Initiation into the Supreme Ritual, " Oi, remember, don't eat the inedible, they give you chronic psychic constipation and temporary emotional damage depending on your involvement in their death, kill and eat only the sweetest, their the best ones ! succulent 8z juicy ! Now, whirl forth and create ! Anyone who sent already a genius is sacked !
The Angels were upon them ! Sucking up the entrails of life that flowed like rivers of blood beneath them, monstrous accidents of nature tainted by the juices of the essences of the stars, what black,twisted, spiralling torture awaits us there ? Our Angel swooped down, flying along the ground a few feet away then soaring back upward to arrive standing still suspended in the air some 418 Ft up. His laughter cracked the sky like thunder and his gaze scanned across the horizon like lasers and suddenly the entire image flashed and cracked. Darkness. Along the darkened silhouette of a pier there stands a lighthouse. A long, white beam of light is slowly coming around, you know its silent approach is bringing with it the roar of a high pitched scream and an unbelievable psychic tension that reminds you of vague & distant childhood memories of lying helpless in some dark room unable to fend nor fight off the unbearable sensations of your new-found existence on this earth. As the light hits you you are stunned by terror,paralyzed and unable to call out for help, struck by the immensity of the feeling of being alone!
NATURE UN-AIDED FAILS

Another way of looking at it would be to say that while we have always organized in the past it has always been from a cultural or pragmatic approach, its subjectivity is not centered, i.e. its individuals are not awake to the reality of their own celestial genetic inheritance. When there has been someone who has been properly organized he has inevitably ended up being historically documented as a God;Plato,Jesus,Krishna,Ronnie Regan,Jim Jones,Elvis Presley, etc............
Well ! Then there was the Spirit of the 1960's-70's-80's which produced generations experiencing profound changes in consciousness, millions of people activating millions upon millions of new thought patterns into the minds of the world via psychedelics- L.S.D. making available a very pure form of one of the most important sacraments in the history of the human race, a substance which may very well have been responsible for the manifestation of human intelligence in the cerebral cortex,making available experiences up until then,only accessible to the most disciplined, aesthetic human brains, resulting in the kind of
conclusions that the brain research scientist " Marilyn Fergerson" comes to in her profound book " The Aquarian Conspiracy ".
The Organization Became Illuminated and visible for a while.

New Intelligence agents were made available by Gaia and began their transmissions.
In 1977 certain other Agents took up employment and started transmitting the Star-seed communications, among them a young boy from the North west
with black nail varnish,in his early 30's,dark hair and fierce and intense eyes which he averted from others lest he made them uncomfortable.
His activities are noble and extensive, thus he has many enemies, all of them jealous in the extreme of his charmed life and others go to great lengths to find fault in him in order to justify their ill treatment towards him. They have some idea of who he is , but refuse to believe it in order to keep their sanity. Because of this he is forced to live as a Hermit.
In 1988 he Initiated powerful events and got himself in Big shit.
Wether we realize it or not, our consciousness is at present still reeling from the Promethean power raising its head beneath & within us from the depths of our beings.
The acceleration is becoming more 8z more obvious. By empowering our
actions, words & deeds with subjective,internal endeavor through the methods of Magick, i.e. meditation, ritual, singing, writing, carving, molding,etching, dancing, silence, introverted and extroverted observations etc, we may come to realize that we are much more than we think we are, we may come to actually get to understand that we are actually very interesting beings indeed !
We may find that there are some very interesting things going on inside us and all around us ! We may decide that we have been wrong all the time and that in actual fact everything is real groovy ! We may even discover what The Savage Garden is !So whats stopping you ?!?

CHAPTER SIX

Failure is also a Key

Through his tortured stumbling amidst multicolored landscapes, the glass-like golden colored face appeared before him once again. Through-out the centuries every time the Angels face appeared this way the same thing always happened, SHOCK.
He felt shattered and confused, utterly exhausted more deeply than common men can know and with this aching,tired, dull pain he felt the kind of ecstatic satisfaction only felt by those who have poured the very last drop of their life's blood into the cup of the Angels wild fortifications. As he numbly looked up into the eyes of the huge being watching him from above, he took one last deep breath and resisted the Angel at all costs. Suddenly they were staring deep into each others eyes as the Angel lovingly recognized this last profane gesture from the crumpled heap of flesh that sat before him defying him with some strange elemental strength which he seemed to draw from the very ground beneath him having non left in his quivering body to draw from. He whispered from under his breath the words from a song, " The flesh sounds a song that the Angels cant hear:' Just when the child thought that he was indeed a match for the Angel and allowed himself a wicked little grin that cracked the dust which had settled upon his face through the dark,lonely,cold night in which not one of his companions had conquered their desires to sleep, the Angel, with a gentle blink of his eyes stunned him as he saw that all he had so far seen was itself only one tiny spark from a great and intimate secret fire which warmed his lifeblood as if from a distance. The child stood gazing up into an empty sky, transfixed and silent. The still sea nearby seemed darker than before. Sometimes he wept uncontrollably, sometimes he just sat there for hours staring out into space as if focused upon some horizon far, far away and yet although one might not notice, there was an incredible intensity within his eyes which people often quite wrongly interpreted as sadness or violence, but if you looked closely, as only his lovers have ever done, you could see inside those eyes, and get lost in them, if you dared ! It is barely noticeable but there is a faint look of something quite indescribably " alien " in them. Sometimes he shook uncontrollably and you could get no sense out of him atall, but though they have rebuked and scorned him, he is with the beloved, you should not turn away too dismisivly from this child, as he listens to the lessons of his uneasiness and has taken the walls of his fear by storm.

"Spider and I ,sit watching the world , in a world without sound, we dream of a ship that sails away, a thousand miles away," ( Brian Eno-"world without sound " from " Before + after science LP)

The Beast slashes on, hacking, killing, laughing blood - beast altars of dead religions, slaughter from red horizons, fucking and killing, fucking and killing, the blind claw themselves into an oblivion they know not as yet and the world keeps on turning
hopefully..... dreaming.

THE CAMELS COME HOME

You may remember the story of " The Masters "? They were lifeless creatures, wrapped about in cloaks of death, they were for those who turned away from this world, to take strange delight in other worlds at will.
Is our time on earth so readily disposed of in our lust for knowledge and wisdom ?
Is our seed all but spent so soon ? The fate of the old serpent ? No ! he writhes upon the earth yet, moving through the twilight realms of glistening darkness, around the corners they dare not face as yet, these monstrous cataclysms of human endurance and thought !
Invisibly they watch, biding their time for a greater glory to dawn in the hearts of men,who harbor weak joys even at their best. I will not hear of it, let the Angel take my hand to tell thee of new roads opening up by the power of the progression of the motion of the universe. The current hath its secrets imparted to particular generations but strangely it seems, not to all. At night-time I come alive.There are gaps in the fabric but there is no way I can move forward, I am frozen in space, crying out, hoping that you will come here.
The Garden remains the playground. This evening as I walked home, the beauty of the night-sky with the Moon shining within an all encompassing cloak of Azure flecked with Silver stars instilled once again my heart to this cold passion for life's eternal Bacchanalia and I remembered that splendor 8z glory which makes all of even the smallest of our Magickal efforts worth while and that even though we desired nor received reward, that had we not done so in that spirit, then we might not have beheld this wonder, this earth upon which we live. As if in response the clouds suddenly broke up upon the face of the Moon and became the most fantastic, vast aerial Image of the face of The White Goddess Herself, descending down towards me with the brilliant radiance of the Moon in her eyes. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I shivered due to waves of electrick joy running down my spine and out of my feet into the vast black earth below. There was a sigh within my breast which felt like some celestial nectar had filled my lungs, to remind me of the fire burning in our chests that flows as endlessly as the sky ever outward towards its appointed place in the divine firmament, the force and fire of those silver flecks we call stars, this, the greatest and most obvious symbol of eternity, our lady Nuit, Harlot of the heavens, there for all, ready to inspire any heart that reaches out with purity unto Her. With what splendor doth the falling star become a blazing comet, hurling through the night sky like some celestial chariot of fire all ablaze with love for the Goddess, bringing maybe some message from eternity to light our weary way, or maybe even an Alien soul to be born on earth and bring fresh fever from the skies ?!
From what fears are these notions born that we must " banish " and " invoke " to prove ourselves to others by following their failures and rituals or " teachings " when the Goddess reveals herself around us so plain and true ? The face of the Angel whom we are want so easy to turn away from and forget when fancy suits us or following some inane idiot into his house ? NO ! This Child is not the child of beginnings or of wanton inexperience,this is the child of The Mother of The Father and he shall not fall again !
You will learn to recognize your Angel not when you become famous and highly esteemed "Magickians" my friends, but when you have transcended your self obsessions and accomplished the impossible by getting rid of your old self altogether and everything that goes with it, including all your inane fetishes which you call "Magick" when in fact it is no more than an excuse to cater to your expanding egos castrated intellect.

To discover the savage Garden you must leave the sanctuary of the Temple Forever and never look back.
To enter the Savage Garden you must understand Creation by destroying your false self.
To become a Master of the Savage Garden you must know nothing and despise all fools.

CHAPTER SEVEN
The Sword of Love
Being a representation of the Divine Will of the Holy Guardian Angel

The hope which lies in the possibilities of an expansive future where the notion of our humanity becomes more than just some vague hope or dream but in actual fact a concrete reality with which we choose to determine events as the interplay of orgasm and its latent potential to express itself wholly in creative love and on its own conditions and terms, for life itself is the expression of orgasmic union discovering new ways in which to express and discover itself.
Velocity dictates the flavor of that first blood, the first kill is always the sweetest of all, for the self of all selves dictates not the circumstances whereby we may earn our right to enter the palace of the king whose doors lay open for the Angel who enters where only naught may go.
What strange new language may we find there with which to construct our songs written with devotion unto our beloved ? who will ease our weary thoughts to stillness ?
What beauty lies beneath your dark stone which you will not look under, avoiding me at all costs ?
Across the emerald field they wandered; the angel held a piece of amethyst in his right hand and a piece of quartz in his left. Above him the moon and Jupiter appeared manipulating his body into strange shapes and forms, his aimless wandering seemed to draw sigils upon the damp, dew-filled grass. Turning his thoughts towards the bloodstained, crimson sky as the sun set announcing the end of the day, the Angels heart once again began to foam with the sublime, mad frenzy of ecstasy within his new-born body of black clay animated by the scintillating fire which rose up from the very core of the earth. A golden scarab appeared upon his chest and illuminated all the bones within his body with glistening golden light, in the silhouette of his body lit up with light, a door opened in the porthole of the ways and tested his Art by the majesty concealed within the language which now poured from his mouth in a monstrous speech no human ear had ever heard nor would want to. This breath of wild and passionate Magical life speaks to you right now telling you of the dangers of clarity and of the wonderful beauty in chaos, to love this light you must not look at it, instead you must penetrate the shadows and fill them so that you become that light, those who look directly at it are blinded by their clarity, they become addicted to it and its power and in doing so, lose the joy and knowledge of their own certainty.
The new frost that remains with you from those higher regions has melted all of your resistance to me, revealing not, as you supposed a threat, but instead a reflection of yourself as a blazing fire within crystallized, geometric forms hanging like dewdrops from the vast,black vulva of infinite space, regenerating itself continuously as structural ecstasy of such dynamic & productive, creative capacity and proportions that its vision will shatter even the minds of the strongest aspirants, why ? because we are the product and children of that divine and immaculate creative conception, we are born from the womb of infinity and within us we carry the capacity to re-imprint and re-fabricate for ourselves any universe or reality we choose, conferring the kind of responsibility which can crack fragile minds to lazy to take up the never-ending journey of the most awesome 8z fantastic of all adventures concealed within the depths of this jewel we call life. We have the power to create for ourselves A Future and life is The Supreme Ritual.
To be able to respond to this power and fabricate a future, we need to recognize that we are from the future. Consider this, our DNA moves unceasingly down through our primordial past, it creates us in space and time,it also continues from the "now" of our present existence, forward into our future codex which may still be unknown to our " normal " daily consciousness, yet even as the mystics of the past speak of a place within ourselves which has knowledge of all the past, present 8z future, so to is this a genetic, scientific fact known by that part of us linked to our DNA proteins and as this DNA is as an " unbroken chain. "
So then each part adds to and effects the strength or weakness of the whole and that means that the past, present and future are constantly effecting each other. We can rewind, fast forward, replay or re-record over existing realities as we will !
So, locate your own ultimate conception,know it and then allow your illuminated future self who has already achieved the supreme goal of your innermost desires and true will, to guide you at will as your super-being of the future spirals down to you from your DNA to help you along towards becoming what you one day must become and will be, for if
we do really have a destiny and an ultimate goal, if mankind is not simply some cruel joke, if all your highest aspirations are to eventually be achieved, then in the language of science, that you in the future is still educating you in the present, which is the you in
the futures miserable past, slowly but surely, guiding you onwards towards your ultimate goal ! When one is integrated with the universe and the true will of the creative process then in reality anything is possible, for it stands to obvious reason that it is as much a part
of the true will of the universe to see human intelligence fulfill itself as it is for a flower to grow and open its petals to the sun.
Now, simply acknowledge that far,far in the future you finally have achieved the ultimate goal of your deepest hearts aspirations.

Congratulations and welcome home !

PROLOGUE OF THE UNDEAD

The energy of the white stainless steel toothed orators caressed my loins like trembling lovers straining to keep control. Their faces radiated animated wisps of smoke-like luminous, glowing light which reached out and stroked my face as if alive, sending shivers of bio-electrickal pleasure down my spine. The darkness around us appeared to heave and as the white veils of light fell from the lithe bodies whose limbs shot out from the darkness like glistening black muscles penetrating the insides of my scull and caressing each thought as it arose, transforming it into impossible geometric shapes of fantastic, unearthly beauty no human eye had ever seen before, projecting themselves, through me, out into the world, through me, hunting for life out there in the vast expanse of desert where so many dead souls wander lost in the quicksand's of time, unaware of the jewels called moments which pass by for the taking, creating the future possibilities on the rivers of our dreams, cascading relentlessly over the surface of the worlds soul, crying out in bitter tears for justice noble and true.
The world is intricately bound up and integrated with the electromagnetic field which gives our brains and bodies life and vitality, and as we respond to the world around us, so to does the intelligence of creation respond to and educate us into the neurological possibilities of communion and relationship in Gnosis of life's potential and power for Magickal transformational manifestation. The universe is in love with itself, by itself and for itself and it is our eventual destiny to rid ourselves for all time of the delusions we waste so much unnecessary suffering and energy upon as we create, maintain and defend our psychological fear of evolutionary change as if it were our true self or all that mattered when in actual fact it is everything which confirms what we like to believe or what is convenient for us rather than what the universe wants of us. To know what the universe requires of us is to understand the meaning of true will. " To do that and non other."

Becoming Not.

I am The Goddess

Staring out of my eyes is a strange and wonderful being,

an Alien of infinite capability with an Intelligence far superior to anything else on this planet.

I am the child of yesterday and the Lord of tomorrow,

I am the beginning of the end for all things,

I am you when " you " have died and been replaced by the vibrant vitality pulsing through your veins.

I am the heart with wings and my symbols are forever.

I am the intimate sparks exploding out from the mouth of infinity,

I am the glint in your eye, revealing all your untold dreams and passions unfulfilled which find the origination's in the womb of your birth.

I am the silence and the song.

I am the beat of your heart, heard pounding from the center of the earth.

I am creation and the fire in the solar plexus which makes you tremble with fear,

I am the river in which all things thrive.

I am the Master only because I am the servant of all.

I am the Mother of all things and as such I am alone

I am the secret seed, the one who shall never be known

I am the wings of Hermes, small and unnoticed,

I am the finger that points towards the Moon and he who weeps that you notice not what it is I point towards.

I am the three secret names, 45, 81, and 38 who have united in the depths of 164.

I am the tear in the eye of all those who suffer injustice.

I am the redeemer and the avenging Angel.

I am the watcher and the hand that feels no pain

I am The Star and the path of light I create,

I am the listener, as I am the speaker and the third mind they create.

I am the virgin, as I am the lover and the bride,

I am the animal, skinned and stolen of his hide.

I am the outcast, outsider, whore and slave

I am the eternal pulse of unstoppable life as I also am the grave.

I am all colors, no beginning and no end

I am the structure, of spheres and curves and of bends,

I am the minister, receiver and cup

I am descending forever lifted up,

I am beyond all knowledge, but not beyond For I am Love

And Love Is A Two Armed Form.

Angel's Voice

" Here me Child !, For I come forth from the arms of my mother. My flesh tumbles throughout all the outer most circles of eternity, it is my breath which creates the spheres of life that fill the oceans of infinity, pouring out from the pores of my skin, radiating strobe like, kinetic energy, feeding the lust of the ancient ones whose laughter fills the stars with light beyond all sight. My fires of certainty will set you in motion for Aeons to come, when we will stand along side once again, as equals in infinity, when you behold the truth of my countenance within and all around you as it always has been, is and will be to come. Look now into my eyes and behold the shards of golden emerald fire which speak words of living substance formed from intelligence and song. I am hidden in my Holy Books and teachings, hidden from the profane and their folly. You will not know me but I am he who knows you and when you are ready I will lift the veil so that you will discover victory when you least expect it for I am the unknown made flesh so that you may be certain that you have truly arrived in the abode beyond decay. "
" The ocean's echo my voice, the ocean's of the deep and the ocean's of the mighty stars scream my name. The violet intoxication of my fortress is demolished by these bright bolts of love which cascade down upon my head as a crown of glory for all the little spirits of earth to climb upon and rejoice in ways only known to those with gentleness still living within their hearts. See the spirals of my sacred hearts quest ! This chalice of life, this snow drop,this body of geometric light, proclaiming liberty and love ! Wipe your crystal tears my beloved, those who scorn and laugh shall not do so for much longer. How I yearn for
that distant brightness I see growing from all humanity, I watch and call to you my little children, with all the power within me, it coagulates around the edges of your consciousness, hanging around you like gossamer cobwebs creating an azure canopy of arched brilliance framing the silhouette of your body giving the impression of a doorway shaped like the two armed form of mankind through which one perceives a strange and sparkling nothingness with twinkles suggestive of things long forgotten, deep within the recesses, of your genetic memory."
This vision resonated thru out his entire being and in that he was utterly transformed, every cell of his eight different bodies felt the waves of the infinite ocean hit him full on as they came hurling up and down, within and all around him. It was more than he could have ever possibly imagined, all of his wildest imaginings were as nothing compared to the might of this torrential thunderstorm of stellar forces screaming forth as if from the insides of every atom of creation itself. No matter how strange these sensations, he always reminded himself that the entire universe worked in harmony for the benefit of the whole and that somehow, even when all looked lost, that just beyond the edge of perception was a jewel of infinite wisdom waiting to be found amidst the chaos and apparent darkness, in fact he had made an art out of finding these gems within the chasms most fear to go. This is why Angels always appear irresponsible and inconsistent to those who cannot understand their language or those who cannot bare to see through their own illusions.The real reason why the Angels are this way is because they take their instructions directly from above which guarantee's that they will appear completely mad to the average person and down right awkward to those who make it their business to impose their will upon others for their own entertainment and egocentric delusions. Angels are by their very nature, living proof that flesh sounds a song which the Angels cant hear. That is what makes our adventurer unique in that this Angel has transcended heaven and Hell, united with his demon and opted out for eternity, transformation,generation and creation, making our Angel an entirely new and different breed altogether, an agent of the new aeon, a prophet of the stars,a messenger from the Goddess heralding the age of Life, Light, Liberty and Love and once and for all an end to belief, slavery, degradation, subservience, dictatorship and all those who want to convince us that we are anything less than all we are capable of recognizing ourselves to be.
Suspend your disbelief for a moment and you may come to realize who I am for when you realize who I am then you will begin to understand who you are.
Shattered upon the rocks of solidified space the Angel saw his road opening up before him amidst the vast network below. He had tried many routes before and all were appropriate but when he walked the path of the prophet's he found that other points reacted to the shudder in the fabric and rose to confound his sacred purpose. So he had withdrawn, bloody, battered and heart bruised by the cruelty of the blind ones and rose upto the hidden heights once again to heal and gain a clearer perspective for a while while he decided what to do next and while his thoughts slowed down and became silent he became quietly aware of the beauty of the lonely heights of that realm where only the eagle rules, singing his song to the great white Goddess as she rises to take her place upon the throne of the night.
How he felt such a great joy overwhelming him in this silent abode as the wind whispered in his ear;" The winged globe, the starry blue, are MINE ! Oh Ank Af Na Khonsu" !

He stepped forward, gaze fixed upon the eyes of the Goddess and hurled down once again with tears of gladness' pouring out and irrigating the desert into blossoms of new life as the bloody battle of despair raged all around him, the final death spasms of the old aeon drowning in its own greed, envy and despair. Slowly he lifted up his head and sang the wind and the wailing of the battle field into stillness and silence. 26.000 years is enough ! Don't look back ! dot look back ! whispered the voice of his beloved carried on the winds of change curling around his head in rainbow wisps of smoke. Close your eyes. Just above your eyebrows within your scull you will see the horizon. It is dark and silent. The surface of your scull is the sky, your brain, the globe, the planet itself. You can see, within your head, the entire situation. You are here on earth, a planet suspended in infinite space, revolving, spinning, as is your brain, which has united with reality, do not panic.
As you watch this scene in the distance you hear a sound, strange and yet familiar, reminding you of something you cant quite put your finger on. As it gets louder everything seems to scintillate around you as something deep inside your heart begins to awaken and you suddenly realize that this is a place you have been in before, D�j� Vu is coupled with shock, genetic memory fuses with the golden thread connecting consciousness with perception and stroboscopic,flickering patterns swirl in impossible, intertwining, geometric forms
which caress the surface of the planet as it does the surface of your brain, shock one,silence, shock two, infinite"Aaaaa s ' " shock three, fusion, Generation, Transformation,Manifestation creating Vision. We are not alone.
Then we saw the Angel's face, like the sun only a million times brighter and he dances ! Oh how he dances ! He dances in his single robe of radiant glory emanating a million unsuspected blessings out into the atmosphere. The frequencies of the stars rain down hard upon the black earth like golden,silver, emerald jewels hurling out in all directions, manifesting seed consciousness in totality for he has met Her and he knows the number of Her name.For this is The Heart Of The Master.
In his rapture the firmament embraces him and becomes his wings, as he raises his arms a million peacock eyes look out from every crevice in and under eternity. With a mighty war cry there is the sound of something breaking and then the Angel abandons his human form and becomes the eagle, the winged Goddess herself, the egg bearer, the seed bearing
power which generated life on earth.
The eagle lifted up her wings, no more the endless birth - pangs of her torn conditioning and rage which feasted upon the unutterable rapture of her love, shattering all the delicate, subtle creations of her unstoppable passion for loves fire leaving behind only thin wastes of meaning, the damage done by the brutality of the world elephant as it plunders its way towards oblivion, careless of those delicate souls lying trampled beneath its heavy feet, this paradoxical beauty transcending all common understanding, this sacramental, wild dance of creation unfettered by our deluded conditioning.
Suddenly everything goes quiet in the presence of this wonderful being, as if waiting for the winged Goddess, the eagle to speak. She sits silently, those piercing eyes watching, penetrating the solidity of existence, curious and beautiful, majestically solitary, certain of her ability to ride the currents and caste them off when the spirit calls. All is folly in the eagle -spirit's world, she has hunted and devoured the phantasm of knowledge and disposed of it as the excretion it is, rendering it subservient to loves domain.

Neurological science and the poetical imagination, these are the tools of the Magickian fighting to hold back the mediocrity of technology and its ability to convince us that it has something greater to offer us than yet another distraction from what and who it is we are, for it is precisely these two qualities which, when properly understood, open the doors of perception and give us the keys of creation. Separate these two faculties or try to make them one and we miss the point entirely. Neurological consciousness as it is being referred to here is not accessible to " normal " consciousness as we have come to know it, it is only available through understanding the mechanism which lies beyond both of these major faculties, something William Burrough's called " The Third Mind " and what certain ancients ahead of their time called " The Tao ." Any society worth being called such needs its poetry,
its Magickal universe, its creativity and its imagination and the visions of our forefathers attest to a force which has labored hard and long, at the cost of countless generations, to the immortality of this creative spirit which strives to emerge out of the little spark of potential we all start out as.
These fragile, elusive thoughts vanish like wisps of smoke pouring forth from this fire within my heart, straining to share some of these wonderful things with you. A fire which proclaims out loud by its very refusal to give up, the shuddering warmth of its power of penetration. Aye, it is She ! " They are glimmers my dear, glimpses of what might be,of what will be one day when our beloved earth, our beloved Gaia is lifted up into our hearts and is finally recognized for what She truly is, not, as we have for so long thought,an earth Goddess, but in fact a Star Goddess whom has only visited this island earth for a short while and that we are in fact, as is all of her creation, merely a visitation upon earth from the stars. When She has been placed upon Her rightful throne once again, upon the summit of the sky and our hearts are cast upon the still waters which are the wings of our Lady of the Silver Star, then the hope that lies beyond all experience, the spinning wheels of our activation ever whirling outward and inward, reaching, touching%feeling coupled by the loss, confusion and the Ordeal X, then my friends, there will be an end to all of this and a new beginning of the establishment of THELEMA here on Earth forever and world without end, Amen-RA.