Amatoria

Sleep, and wake up in her body.
Know the abominable secrets of her body - the
pleasure, the ecstasy, and the emptiness.
This slim volume is partly a
disclosure, partly a veil, and partly
a revelation incorporating the poetic discovery of
God as experienced by the living and the dying alike. Man
knows nothing of death and love until he is clothed in
such, yet God is always willing to facilitate the
transport of life out of one and into the other. Amatoria
is sublime in its obscuration. It has been well said that
the devil led the author a little way farther up in the
medulla of the brain. But it is enough to know
that in the self-indulgent disorder of the 21st
century God still kills the old way.
Extracts from the book:
Omega is the inner man, not drawn
out by Nature or in natural state displayed. Content for
him to move in the outer, she, a like crystal ball,
appears on the inner surface of things. Man appears in
image, and his image is within. His clear sight is in her
like mind in friendly body, the persistent thought in
mental shape bound to God as love is bound to death. “Take
my magic shape of woman,” God said, “and I will lead you
to Sahasrăra.” May God light up the womb with stellar
death and man appear on the inside of things, to lock the
will outside in and desire downside up.
Death is the angel of contentment.
Death is the illusion that God fills the soul with final
resolution. To be rid of the illusion is to deny emotion,
the binding that secures body to spirit, holding sex and
soul together. The sexless soul and the bodiless spirit is
the absence of contentment. The soul’s final resting place
is in bodily life, the death-departed soul with indwelling
spirit is created through many blissful incarnations until
life is given up for good. Giving life to the soul is the
only true creation, to be impressed with God and to
express as God sends the soul on its way. God enveloped
within the soul keeps life in shapely death. As long as
life lives in substance death, though all about, cannot
make dead the spirit. To express life without is to forego
life-everlasting, the seedbed of the immortal moment is
the death within. Until spirit flies amongst the dead in
inner-space brother will continue to masturbate sister,
and life will not flow within the lifeless until the
beautiful dead are raised to the fullness of life.
So let man concentrate on the world beneath Love’s
girdle, and on Love’s universal nature. Let him focus on
dark spiritual realisation and not, as women do, on the
spiritual light of being. Let him entertain the
darkness. Let him see through her eyes and experience
the becomingness in Nature’s body, universally clothed
in chaste creation. Love assimilates the virtuous man.
Therefore, be bedded in her body, for it is in the
multitude of things that the wilful Creator resides. Be
knowledgeable of pure He and beautiful She, for they are
Love’s pure thought and beautiful feeling. Perceive the
beauty and purity of the body, strive for ever-greater
purity and yearn for ever-greater beauty. Sustain purity
in familiar beauty and determine the length of your
soulful residency; for, whatever enlightenment darkness
brings, beautiful Nature will bring you closer to
purity. Be knowledgeable of the beautiful object. Be
aware that the purity of God lies deep within her.
Experience delight in the object, for pure and beautiful
is he who makes for himself and becomes the object of
Love.