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In the Wind of the mind arises the turbulence called I.It breaks; down shower the barren thoughts. All life is choked. This desert is the Abyss wherein is the Universe. The Stars are but thistles in that waste. Yet this desert is but one spot accurséd in a world of bliss. Now and again Travellers cross the desert; they come from the Great Sea, and
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Alogos vel Zraa. Pan Athanatos.
Sphinx unto All that is.
By the Continuum of Ekstasis made manifest -
The Omnipresent Starry one, the Form of Forms,
the One Spirit, Fount of All Sorcery.
Incarnate am I -
the Reality of the Living Word,
Heart of the Earth and teh Sole Sun of Heaven.
This is my Body - Avatar of the Infinite I,
the Book of Life and the Book of Death,
Temple of All Gods,
the Embodiment of the One True Grimoire.
Masked am I -
the Black and Silent God,
Virgin and Hermaphrodite.
Inconceivable Nature am I -
the Aethyr of my Self as Dreamt in Perfection,
a Solitary and Nomadic Path,
the Sunlight to the Prism of Mind.
Not is my Name known,
the Incommunicable Secret,
Untranslated to the Articulate.
Instinctual is my Will,
Eternal and Immediate in Realization.
Insatiable is my Desire,
an Unquenchable Inferno engulfing Possibility.
To whom is the Trespass but to Self,
All things shall be endured.
For I am Kingdom and a Marriage-Bed,
an Empire of Sensuality,
the Temple of my own Pleasure - Now.
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