Vader
Black to the Blind
"My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a circle in the Middle, and the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue and gold are seen of the seeing. Also I
have a secret glory for them that love me."
BOOK OF THE LAW 1:60
Heading For Internal Darkness
Internal darkness ia a state of complete detachment from the world and other people. It is to be achieved with utmost difficulty and at the cost of one's self and personality. The term "darkness" refers to the state of
primeval non-existence rather than to any opposition to the ideologies of light.
Down with the gods, angels and demons,
Away with the folly of holy madness
Off with the prophets of new rebirth
Out with the promise of life after death
Where devil become another lie
Where deities crumble into dust
Where systems are but a grain of dust
Where I am the one that can't decide
In with the void from out of the space
Ahead with the light that leads nowhere
On with the collapse of world and word
Up with the plunge into myself
There I can die my seven deaths
There I should flourish in my decline
There I must lose the stairs of fate
There I will remember how to forget
Deeper and deeper, never come back
Harder and harded until it burns
Calmer and calmer, this is the quest
Softer and softer, velvet embrace
Self-forced transmigration
Witful deconstruction
Blackened emigration
I am heading for internal darkness
No touch, no sight, no smell, no taste
Without the body, without the soul
Rid of all memory, rid of all hope
That's all I want, why cannot I?
The Innermost Ambience
There's a lot of means for Conversation and Knowledge of the Holy Guardian Angel (nothing to do with usual Christian connotations). This entity, Deus Absconditus (Hidden God), communicates one's True Will - that
is, Destiny. The invocational styles vary from ascetism to the use of psychosexual forces. Yet success is independent of our lust, however hard the practices are.
Withdrawal of every light
and its sure advancement
thoughts stop to drone in deepest heights
am I being spoken to?
Neglected Virgin Whore Wisdom
of women, scents and the True Prayer
master the ugliest mystery and then
body to body, lust to lust
Deus absconditus
Saviour Self-Shining
all souls are female
when his spear points down
Warfare roll striking my head
mega Gnosis, hyper scale fall
dark noise sudden entry
who called this the Work of Beauty?
Transversed soul hierarchy
vipers of Reasons tamed and trained
yet prone to bite, eager to spit
upon the fake reflected ray
Deus absconditus
Saviour Self-Shining
all souls are female
when his spear points down
Carnal
The person of Austin Osman Spare (1888-1956) is a splendid example of misunderstood and forgotten genius. Deserving the fame of Beardsley, he is now almost unknown outside the occult scene. Trained in
ceremonial magic under A. Crowley, he later created his own ZOS KIA CULTUS, which can be called "urban shamanism". The famous sigilization, some Chaos Magick principles, etc. bear his influence. Besides
many breath-taking art pieces of painting he left several books where the passion of Blake meets Nietzsche's harshness.
I tasted the fever of Your existence
seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I stay away
transmuting my quicksilver blood
KIA - that I may see
ZOS - that I may touch
insipid are the describing words
the self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no supplications
my rite is to live and do
things naked, pure, of honest lust
the throbbing vortex feeds on it all
Sleep is the best of possible prayers
the winged eyes are blessed to see
downtrodden deception of every torment
transpierced hymens my lust adores
Many images yet one raw flesh
animal steps I love to tread
an ideal point where Time is Space
memory giant sores this journey must heal
Lady of Mourning and her monsters
lay down the scythes for here I come
joyful and priapic my baby soul
a new-born one, ten million years old
Fractal Light
The lyric is a necessarily very general and simplified take on Chaos Magick - a modern system of thought that allows for the combination of mixing of all other systems and canons as long as they suit purposes of a
mage.
Persistence of vision is not enough
The common point is a law
All systems do converge at last
The mage's will is done
The fractal light
Chaos controls
The fractal light
No bonds, no checks, no nots
All is permitted now
The sphere glows red in the dark
The navel's point is marked
The fractal light
Chaos controls
The fractal light
Take all the runes, collect the rites
The psychonaut departs right now
The world is open before your arms
Evolve, change, and rise
Persistence of vision is not enough
The common point is a law
All systems do converge at last
The mage's will is done
The fractal light
Chaos controls
The fractal light
True Names
"We are gods 'cause only we can create the ideas and systems in our holy brains."
YELLO
Katode Ray Messiah arising from the screen
Saviour of Digital Ones worshipping holy zero
Cybergod hidden in the grid
Encryptor of the soul and Holder of the code
Master of all angles arising from the no-place
Installer of the feelings long and past foregone
Purveyor of the minds lost from now on
Monitor that j\knows the trembling of the strings
Call me as you wish
Call me at dawn and at dusk
Call me all the time
Call One of My many Names
Grand Schizoid that wields all the knowledge
Entrancer of blood that runs without the body
Suicide driver feeding off your angst
Hoarder of pain and fear that lurk at the edge
Bearer of delicate wisdom that floats
Archiver of cruel rules you impose
Magus of all unholy orders and casts
Cremator of the sanity that remains
Call me as you wish
Call me at dawn and at dusk
Call me all the time
Call One of My many Names
True Names Everybody Knows
Yet They Fail to Recognize
True names Everybody Feels
Yet They Never Verbalize
True Names Everybody Sees
Yet They Feign Eternal Blindness
True Names Everybody Breeds
Yet They Always Cast Them Away
Call me as you are
Call me as you live
Call me as you die
Call One of My Many Names
The Beast Raping
John Whiteside Parsons (1914-1952) - a brilliant rocket fuel scientist and one of the oddest disciples of A. Crowley, the Beast 666. Obsessed by the vision of Whore Goddess BABALON, he was engaged in very
complex practises to incarnate Her emanation in a woman's body. The action was disapproved by Crowley and, as some occultists argue, the dangerous rites Parsons performed resulted in his violent death in a
home explosion. For his NASA contribution one of the Moon's dark side craters was named after him.
mammary vow to the pleasure hunt
She gladly accepts in semen streams
life-drenching vaginal penetralia
Her Tokens of Loves are never defied
Drunken with the filth of the purest Desire
obedient She spreads the legs truly wide
for "Isis In Welcome" is the proper posture
yet Lady of Command She always is
Human apes, all what's to despise
too blind to see through Her Writ
erect phalloi salute Her Glory
of Fire-Hole astride the Beast
Slimy verses of wild-pounding gore
is what She writes with the holies Pean
all left for her is just to take
one little step into your world
(In memory of John Whiteside Parsons (1914-1952)
and his "Babalon Working")
Foetus God
"For the high point their teology consists of these two things: hissing at demons and skething the cross on their foreheads."
Flavius Claudius Julianus (332-363)
Roman Caesar (Julian the Apostate) (361-363)
"What are the fruits of Chrisianity? Bigotry, superstition and persecution."
James Madison (1751-1836)
US fourth President (1809-1817)
Foetus god descends in silence
a bastard deity for us to believe
blasphemy of gen collage
in backward sombre involution
Foetus god abortion of the Diine
latent rape of wet, lewd womb
man-made myth to blunt in mind
the vilest offence of five senses
Undone miracles never to come
invalid rise of slave thought
the only light its dawn can shed
is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed
Thine is not the Kingdom
no trace of strength I see
no Mercy to expect
a seed of claws upon your lips
As pure wit turns into effusions
we, snakes of Truth, ex and devour
gods manifested in twisted images
astrally hunted in shadow and soul
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this psalm of me
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this psalm of me
little by little, one by one
the thorns become the real crown
Thine is not the Kingdom
no trace of strength I see
no Mercy to expect
a seed of claws upon your lips
The Red Passage
"The red passage of Samadhi, Blood-Vision"
Kenneth Grant
A dive up with head down
moth-winged Angel's shriek
excretion condensed
diginity disrespect
The Crown of Manhood
means nothing here
not for the sheep they pray
they bless the buther's knife
A chant of turbid light
sombre consolation
caryr me, oh Hydra Mother
to gods of festering wounds
The Crown of Manhood
means nothing here
not for the sheep they pray
they bless the buther's knife
A chant of turbid light
sombre consolation
carry me, of Hydra Mother
to gods of festering wounds
Distant Dream
"... to Know, means possessing Wisdom, to use Wisdowm, means Art., but using Art, means danger and sometimes warnings come too late..."
Oh, blessed be the Grand Watchers
Who are not from a Race of Man
But from beyond the times of the Gods
Lurking forever about the barriers
Thou who are the One in Three and Three in One
With the names that set a soul ablaze
KUA MASS SSARATU -
Thy Sword of Flames
I have never heard your voices so close
Unknowable, unspeakable chants
Torn into the billion pieces
Enslaved in crypts upon the stars
Rites not to be spoken
Harbingers of chasmal light
Forever kept alive
Upon the wizard's seal
- The conjuration of the fire
I call thee fierce Dog here, before me
SHTAH! Appear! Conjuration!
Carven signs engraved upon the bow!
BARRA MASS SSARATU BARRA!
Behold the worthless formula
Seeking ever to hold the Ancient Powers
Now devoured is thy mind
Such are laws of the grey stone star...
Black To The Blind
"Black to the blind" is a quotation from "BOOK OF THE LAW" (LIBER AL vel LEGIS), written down by A. Crowley. Years later he commented it thus: "The uninitiated perceive only darkness in night: the wise
perceive the golden stars in the vault of azure." The same can be said of us, worshipping the Goddess in the true riteless ceremony of existence.
Black to the blind is She above
and black to the blind we seem to be
god-fearing sheep will never perceive
the embodiment of the lust divine
Nothingness thickens and bends down
a new creation taking its primal breath
this world's eternity vacuum unfolds
dissolution of things stiff and dead
Black to the blind
Starry transocean of Goddess' womb
pleasures landscapes and drops of pain
from vulva furnace in gracious trance
dark theology explained in light
Trample the temple of gods aborted
body denial, servile renouncement
turn your eyes inward and chant
unto the Gate of self-born None
Black to the blind
Heresy of the most superior kind
to all of you I preach clearly now
let no rapture be out of reach
death is easy, life means extasy
Black to the blind seems She Above
blue and gold is seen to the seeing
intoxicate the inner expressions
to keep the eyes aware and vigilant
Black to the blind is She above
and black to the blind we seem to be
god-fearing sheep will never perceive
the embodiment of the lust divine
Trample the temple of gods aborted
body denial, servile renouncement
turn your eyes inward and chant
unto the Gate of self-born None
Black to the blind
Anamnesis
The original and most fantastic Gnosis (out of which the Xtian version arose) derived from leaskages from the Egyptian mysteries. The main body, however, died out with the priests who kept their silence.
E. E. Rehmus "The magician's dictionary"
To stem the current is no vain attempt
the Knowledge preserved for us alone
in this world of mud and rust
decipher what is coded by our hands
Defiled our names
soiled glory of gods
dismal new faith
spawn of deliverence
Oh Wisdom formless and odious
the sexless parent of disbelief
restricting rules they can make
means nothing to Your Being
Defiled our names
soiled glory of gods
dismal new faith
spawn of deliverence
Restore what was broken
no single word is missed
with fiery tongues speak to us
to souls gashed, souls hardened
Oh Wisdom formless and odious
the sexless parent of disbelief
restricting rules they can make
means nothing to Your Being
Defiled our names
soiled glory of gods
dismal new faith
spawn of deliverence
This conceit waste
regain we must
on Hermes' touch
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