It's Friday.
We now live in Uncanny Valley, Ghost World, the Grey Area, where horror is the normal state of mind.
Od ka chi prâna qi --
Anima Mundi, Venus Urania --
Spiritus Sanctus --
Holy Ghost --
Vrilpower agent, Odic force...!
Every author today is the writer of fantasy, surrealism, magical realism. The only dividing criterion is those who know that they are and those who don't.
I am the great god,
the eternal king --
The path is made for me --
I have numberless words of might,
secret spells, magic formulas,
gathered in the formless void,
made into song by musical
meaneuvering and strewn out
over an unsuspecting world,
enchanting it, rising
it into a more distinct sign,
a more striking symbol,
charming everyone, entrancing
everyone into sanitary bliss.
Aham asmi cakravartî. Sad asac câham Arjuna. Sato bandhum asati nir avindan -- the poets found the Aurea Catena, the path from Hyperborea to here. "Only the poets will understand me." -- "Wahre Weisheit kommt nicht aus Worte her, sondern aus innere Erleuchtung." -- By way of esoteric intuition (Schuré), metaphysical intuition (Schuon), intellectual intuition (Guénon) we shall rule the world and dance the hoochi-coochi.
Shiva as the Lord of the Dance: Shiva Natarâja. Krishna in the woods, playing the flute. Odin stealing the mead of skalds, seeking that magic potion enabling poetic trance-dance. Orpheus singing for bird and beast, even wood and stone, even gods, enchanting all with his song. "Art and nothing else" as the Pulverkopf said, this is the saving grace for a world gone stale with home decoration in white, grey and brown, car colors in white and black only, fashion in fifty shades of brown.
From the shapeless I create shapes.
From the formless I create form,
using my willpower and vision
to create everlasting artefacts --
space made into time, vril energy
made tangible with ethereal pizzazz
and cosmic cosmetics.
I am Tyrannus Artifex,
the great art hero,
Shrî Shrî Guru going
to a go-go, a creative fest
of style and elegance,
razzle-dazzle and charm,
shouting out loud in
the Nordic summer night --
summer night city, walking
in the moonlight, summer
night city.
I am Hagal, Gral, the Krist-all. I am crystal splendor in the sign of the Hagal rune, the star-shaped rune containing all the other runes. The Hagal rune -- ᚼ -- has it all, es hegt alles, es ist Hagal.
I am Odin, Thor, Freyr; Odin, Lodur, Loki; Har, Jafnhar, Thridi. I am Urd, Verdandi, Skuld; I am Brahma, Vishnu Shiva.
Aham vishve deva; I am all gods. Aham evakshayah kalo; dhatâham vishvato mukhah; I am immutable time; I am the creator whose face is turned in every direction.
I am the great god, "Witness of
Eternity" is my name... I am
the everlasting one.
It is I who open the gates of heaven:
"svarga-dvâram apâvârnû"...
I am the great god,
emulating the Himalayas --
I am the Himalayas, dreaming
of Mount Kailash in the morning sun.
Sun's shining, the weather is fine...
Seagulls shrieking...
Traffic sounds from the road below, cars driving by, even lorries, yea, even motorcycles sometimes...
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