Extracts from AMATORIA
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.
seeks the feminine in all things,
God searches for the cunt 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.
is the angel of contentment; it's
illusion is the belief that God fills the soul with final resolution.
To be rid of the illusion is to deny the emotion,
the binding that secures body to spirit
holding sex and soul together. The sexless soul and 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, so 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.
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, for Creation is open to Truth. Creation is the love of Truth and 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, yet God is dead to life when pulled into the womb. Man loves life when entering woman, but he 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.