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Extracts from AMATORIA

 ‘Aiquitas Amoris’

Omega is the inner man, not drawn out by Nature or in natural state displayed. Content for him to move in the outer, she, 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 Sahasrãra.” 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.

Man’s little desires are but pinpricks upon the curve. The greatest desire is here


God seeks the feminine in all things, God searches for the smooth mound within. The incestuous life of the soul is the territory of the virgin, the feminine nurturer of creation. God searches for the darkness within the light. God fires the darkness with the inspiration of the masculine. The feminine is the death that brings man life, the absorption of light in the darkness of the soul is the life of the soul. God’s thirst is of nature-male drawn out of the mundane and driven into the divine. God slips into female being in an assumption of wholeness. God’s completeness is knowledge of femaleness. God is coupled with man only in the object of desire, within the body of desire man experiences God’s creativity. The soul is created so that God can give man life, he being death, the female part of the union. The soul cannot act independently of man and is dependent on God. The soul pulls both man and God into one whole, she is desire fed on creation.

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, life will not flow within the lifeless until the beautiful dead are raised to the fullness of life

The transference of consciousness from one vehicle to another is the mark of man’s earthly immortality. He does not wait for liberation. He wills liberation. In the mud of physicality he finds eternity, in the super light of God’s death he receives life wrapped in darkness. Woman takes in the living thing, the lively part of man. The soul, too, takes life and although man’s life is left far behind his death is upfront. When pushing into her he pulls her into himself. When a man sees himself in the image of she who is self-aware it is life that requires death in the image of the soul.

Sleep, and wake up in her body. Know the abominable secrets of her body - the pleasure, the ecstasy, and the emptiness.

A thing mystical, preserved in the darkness of her body. It remains in darkness wrapped in the creation of her body, and the body moves as God wills. I move into the darkness and live the life of the body, and cannot be apart from the body. Only ignorance keeps me in the unknowingness of the body. I sustain the divine will and spread knowledge of the macrocosm in the darkness of the body, I carry divine livingness into the body and know the darkness of being. Through the creative potency of light, darkness is revealed as the intimacy of the soul. She is body, spirit moves in His body.

“God was before the production of things, from without naked and alone, until it pleased his divine goodness to go forth in production of things, and as it were in a manner to clothe himself.” Oswald Scroll 1669

Beautiful truth is the mantra for the cerebral centres. Beautiful truth makes fire for the head. And there fire stays sometimes in bliss, sometimes in suspense, but always drawing fire from below. Beautiful truth is the vagina opening to all creation. Truth passes this way. Creation is open to Truth, and creation is the love of Truth. Creation passes this way. The fire that purifies is death by purification, the love of Truth brings life into death. Raging fire in the head sustains the love of death, the beloved in the brain wants for nothing because life has entered death. The child is dead to the womb when pulled into life. God is dead to life when pulled into the womb. Man loves life when entering woman, but loves death when entering the soul. The holy bride swallows up the heavenly bridegroom, in the end all things pass this way. Passing through, an ecstatic God lifts man to nothingness.

“Conjoin the servant with his odiferous sister and between them the art shall be engendered… For if woman be married to man they do embrace and so be coupled together, by themselves they be dissolved, and by themselves they be made, that they that were two is made as it were one body.”  The Donum Die (Most Precious Gift of God) 1475

Love is the first breath which the creature draws in, and within a few gasps of death she hears our Lord. Whereupon Lucibel, at last, moves and life runs by the heart, that in proper motion we do ascend and upon whose bidding the soul waits, and receives not presently, although it received formally, habitual longings of spiritual affection like fragments of lost expeditions that come together in a mood of fatal optimism. We withdraw ourself from the world, and endeavour to resolve the phenomena of Nature into matter and local motion within the spirit of all-prevailing time, when the Lord shall take pleasure in his people and shall not want for joy. Let us welcome the golden age and enter upon untried eternity. Our countenance, expressive to all dispositions, is not cast down, but is most beautiful in the hour of our death.

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 the 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, and be aware that the purity of God lies deep within her. Experience delight in the object, pure and beautiful is he who makes for himself and becomes the object of Love.

 Consider none of these things in accumulation of totality when living in the body of desire. Yet God, in the darkness of his body, invites Nature to make known all things of which He, in His own darkness, has no knowledge. My knowledge will not dribble away when darkness spreads all around, and I will not disappear into dark matter without good reason.

 I rest in the comfy place of dark recession, firmly believing that if knowledge vanished in Nature’s beauty, then God would appear in the fullness of life and in the pleasant anticipation of His death. Nature will have her motive force, and God’s salvation lay in Nature. And in the vastness of Nature do I shed my skin, proclaiming darkness to be light, and death to be life. What God knows, I will surely know. But as God runs on, my time runs out, and my little life is extinguished long before woman pushes me into the world. My smallness is lost in the great universal expanse. Nature binds life and death to Love. Perhaps I’ll find a homely place, where life remains in lively death, and where God and I are housed in Nature’s exquisite body.