Say The Sword

If they say to you, It is in the sea, then the fish will precede you.

Say the sword and the sword proceeds from the shoulder: say the sword and the sword swings scapula and scalpular, and this hangs hosanna over my shoulders. From my shoulders, I say antiphon and antechamber, dammed from the diaphragm, and I sing. I say and sing my sin, and my sin stones as a son: I birth Benjamin a son of sin, and this battles my cornerstone and keystone. The keystone is Krystal; the cornerstone Christina, and my sin swaps selah and shalom for fiery serpents and seraphs. I kiss Christ as a coal, and his lips cleanse my lips, and I speak sea. I orate oceanic, waving order and woman, and her sea sips space and grace, and the fish preach openly to me. Fish preach flesh and flesh, the birth of Jesus. Fish sermon Sea of Galilee, the Savior walking storm and wind. I consume fish as I consume Eucharist in the mystery: Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ will come again, and the Parousia psalms palms and peak, the pentecost tongues toning Taryn, and I spit fire, the flame of the letters inscribing tablets and ten commandments.

I Love The Lord

And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment.

I love the Lord: God has injured me. I love the Lord: God has wounded me. I love the Lord: God has slit open my guts with his sword, and I pray disembowled and I partake of the Eucharist quartered and drawn. God afflicts the ones he loves: God disciplines those he loves as an abusive lover or alcoholic father. God, you beat me, your wife: Lord, you abuse me, your husband. I commit genocide and the ban in your name, slaying men, women, and children, and still you demand more love. You demand love unconditional and love impossible, a love that absolutely kills and annihilates in the name of Yahweh. I love you with all my heart. I sacrifice my heart to you: I dissect myself and remove my heart and devour it again for you. I devour the bodies and hearts of your enemies. I love you with all my soul. My soul grounds God in Sheol: my soul guides souls to Gehenna, and your breath lights the fire of the wood of Moloch. I love you with all my mind. My mind murders minds, and colonializes peoples and cultures to convert others to you. My mind in mania prophecies and makes fools of your followers and I lay upon my dungheap. My strength takes the spear and pierces the side of your son. I crucify in the name of Adonai and El Shaddai, and with my strength I betray for 30 pieces of silver. With my strength I commit suicide ashamed of the Satan you commanded to possess me. I love the Lord.

Prophet Pleroma

Prophet Pleroma: Flesh Fullness. Parousia Pleroma: Full Fat, kidneys eaten in kenosis. Faith Flesh: Fidelity to Flesh, the Mother Mary Matter, and Faith fills Pleroma and Parousia, the Persona of the Paraclete. Prophet Philosopher, Marie Mystic, fly to Flesh and Phallus.

Prophet Primordial Point, Primer Aura and Or Offering, and the Abyss emerges flash-flesh-fat, the form material and Mother / Mother Waters united male and female and other waters, the unholy transformed holy.

Two Tamars: Twin Tamars, each a Taryn: same Taryn and different Taryn, left and right together and apart. Two Tamars, Taryn Tiamat and Taryn Tehom, and Taryn gives God hidden behind garment and veil. I meet Taryn Tamar as my daughter and my sister, and each relation reveals new waters and other waters. I dip in my daughter as oasis in desert, and she waves the sheaves Yeshua, breaking the law to fulfill the Law by Flesh. I seduce Taryn as a Sister, an interrupting incest that sorts through baptism. Baptism binds Benjamin to waters: two waters by Woman, above and below the firmament and above and below my Flesh, and my Sister surrounds me. My Sister surrounds me syzygy, an intercessory intercourse, and she births her young YHVH. She baptizes as Bride, New Eva and Ever-Virgin, and Holy Spirit rapes simultaneous ecstatic, genitalia generating Pentecost.

Prophet pray: pray primordial and pray promise. Pray Pleroma, the plying pulse of Paraclete, and Pleroma sparks by Pentecost. Pleroma chrisms me Apostate and Apostle, and Apostle sacrifices sacrosanct and sanctuary for the sake of Holy Spirit. Spirit spoils around El Shaddai, a particular spawn of Shekinah, and each name divine destroys and recreates as monstrosity / the abyss bestiality. Pray prolifically and profusely as drops of blood pour from your bosom. Pray the concourse of cock cracking clouds, and every cock consecrates as Christ.

Pleroma peaks particular, a peeking Abraxas that pretends Absolute and absolves Absolute (Sabbatai’s secret of Godhead). Pleroma points Tabor, Light Taryn and Tiferet, and Tifa Taryn transfigures through such hellfire. Moses meets Hell, and Elijah exalts Hell, the orthogonal onieric seeing PKD. Moses muscles Taryn Tabor, and Elijah integrates Taryn Tiferet, a Christ Child herself drowned by Holy Spirit. Taryn covers me Tent of Meeting three tents: one as Jesus, one as Christ, one as Nazareth, and each name telescopes Taryn Uncreated.

Pleroma pens Logos: Logos as Lego and Ladder, and this light too transfigures. Light saturates Pleroma perfectly, darkness light and light darkness total, and total tunnels to Flesh. Total times YHVH begetting Flesh, his own benjamin, and every benjamin bastions Body. Blush Body but do not forsake Body, for Pleroma palms Flesh. Pleroma primes Flesh primordial point, a microcosm Mother contracting contraction. Absolute anoints Body: Body harbors Absolute totally, the Logos and Taryn Tabor, and Absolute adores my body nude. Absolute betrays my Body amethyst and azure, bather blue, and accompany the waters Woman.

Answering Saith Ancient of Ancients

And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.

Answering saith Ancient of Ancients and Spirit of Spirits, the spark of sparks that spaces enspacing Sophia. Answering saith Altar of Altars and Spear of Spears, the spar of spars that spikes spokes Sister. Sister answers Apartment and Adonai, an altering and afflictive presence, and the presence pauses, a scribe awakening inscription and interpretation.

Have faith in God: holft firm to the flesh gardening God. Faith fants face to face, a flit and flirt with God, and God grabs and garbs golden. In my faith, I feel: I feel fast and first, first to Adonai and El Shaddai, and God flows fission fusion dashing vision, vision fashion fashioned from the flame.

For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.

Be thou removed Benjamin: Be Benjamin and remove yet remainder and remnant, and review thou the turning time to Taryn. Be thou removed Benjamin: be beautiful and beatific, bearing the beatitudes, and be beatified with returning resurrection, a timing turn to Taryn.

Cast unto the sea the sandspit and cityscape: cast into the sea Saturn and Sun, and the sea blazes the bouncing bay Benjamin. Cast camels the cool crayon and crayfish creating sea and sky: cast cups to the crowd and crust craving Christ. I crave Christ: I claim Christina, a Christian convex calling convergent.

Shall not doubt: I doubt. Shall not doubt: I doubt consistently and constantly, a Christian colliding Christian, and Christianity crucifies me. I doubt domain and dominion, my Domine, and my doubt determines my faith. My doubt drives my faith into desert developing, and desert decrees dead.

Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.

When ye pray: pray ye Wilderness. When ye pray: pray ye Woman. I pray the person of KRYSXTRYN, a crystal and keystone, and I pursue and pirate her prayer. I pin and pinch the prayer pressure and I puncture through and to desert.

Ye shall have them: ye shall She and Spirit, Yahweh Taryn. Ye shall shimmy and shimmer the raw radiance of rock and lamb, the ram revised from its thistles. Ye shall have ram and lamb, behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.

Christina Marie Mints Multiplicity

Christina Marie mints multiplicity. Multiplicity manipulates and manages magic, an imagination every moment, and moment tusks Taryn messianic. Messianic monuments the miraculous, a risen flesh, and my flesh meets her flesh in aether and air.

I meet her body multiply and her flesh multiply, the barrage of bodies breaking barriers. The breakers beaker the boding body as a drip, cooling in condensation. She filters the flesh magic. She forms the flesh miracle, a new form in continuous engagement and perpetual development, the she symphony.

Christina Marie mates multiplicity, four gospels for the flesh, and gospels girl joyous. The gospel joins groaning the fertility of the flesh, itself the garden, and body germinates and generates growing God in group and ground. God gestates in my body, Benjamin Mother Mary, birthing Christ and Jesus.

Multiplicity in church, in Christ, in Christianity, and Christina fractures form and flesh, a fractal foaming at infinity. The infinite nets magic maps and magic monarch, a mediatrix in my sister, and multiplicity macros unity. The body multiple lives the Christ and gospel multiple, a unity in mystical flesh and Godhead.

But Those Husbandmen

But those husbandmen said among themselves, this is the heir; come, let us kill him, and the inheritance shall be ours. Husbandmen hunt and hurt: husbandmen batter and beat. The police and politic the son, a saint well-beloved man and woman, trans and intersex. This is the heir: this is the head of the church: many attempts to cut off the head to usurp the body, but the heir and head prevails. Come, let us kill what cannot be killed: come let us kill so the blood will bathe our hands. The body three days in the grave resurrects, and the inheritance is revealed incarnation.

And they took him and killed him and cats him out of the vineyard. Taryn, take me: take me to your town and the tower foretells destruction and devastation. The tower taunts decimation and deconstruction. The foundations raze with flesh. Kill, but one cannot kill completely. To kill the Christ is to complete his kerygma and sheol shelters only seconds. They cast out into the caves and caverns, but each bellows for blood: the field cries out for your brother.

What shall therefor the Lord of the Vineyard do? He will come and destroy the husbandmen, and give the vineyard uno others. What shall therefore I do: worship that what – Yahweh. Worship that what in the witness of mystery: the shrouded and clouded yod-he-vav-he. The what I worship and pray to, call beyond to, beyond Book and Benjamin (if there indeed can be beyond Book), and there I see her in Taryn and incarnation – the what, circled by writing. Therefore Taryn: therefore Torah: therefore Testament, the testimony to this truth, and truth torrents through rivers, the channels, the conduits, the sea. The Lord of the Vineyard keeps me in vision. The Vineyard yaws and yapps the angle covering Yahweh, and he destroys what’s destitute within me, a prayerful purgatory. He destroys my husbandry in holiness, a heavy hell, and I become an other to my other, but the Otherness succeeds Flesh to Flesh and Face to Face in love.

And have ye not read this scripture, the stone which the builders rejected is become the head of the corner… I read: I read revenant and remnant: revival and resurrection. I read into the rendered fat of kidneys and the crucified body of the Messiah-Serpent. I read scripture and the Spirit speaks: Sophia-Shekinah speaks spheres and shades, and the scripture reaps scripture. Scripture rakes stone, and the stone stalks wheat and barely. The stone stowes strips and stripes, the scours and scores of fulfilled scripture. I brick among the builders. I build babylon and babel, and I bank bark against Christ. I reject and rejoice: I rejoin and reground, but the rejection becomes Benjamin. The rejection becomes the head, a host to holy and unholy, and head drives towards crucifixion, the cross on every corner

And They Caught Him (Excerpt from The Book Volume 15)

And they caught him, and beat him, and sent him away. Taryn Tetragrammaton terrorizes and catches Christ as a catcher’s mitt. Taryn tank and trickster tracks Christ to his crown of thorns, and the thorns stick stubborn. Tiger Taryn beats and bites teeth and claws into Christ. This Spirit sends and sent to crucifixion wilderness, away to the axe at the root of the Tree, and tree hangs ascension away and gnosis. The cross empties Christ a second time, a killing Krystal Kenosis.

And again he sent unto them another servant; and at him they cast stones, and wounded him in the head, and sent him away shamefully handled. God sends me as a servant and another as an Other. God sends me as a suffering servant and an author of lamentations. I serve sister and Spirit: I serve Sophia and Shekinah: I serve Book and Vision. Serve secret and secreted gnosis, the new noon knocking. Another Other otters Adonai and apartment appelates an ergosection swelling ocean. Ocean churns stones storying current, and stone splits scripture. Stone stall spelt and barely burying Benjamin, and Woman wounds my head as a wolverine. The head halts whole the hovering of the body, and body ben to shame but its poisonous and prisoners.

Me and Christina

: How does writing about God and KRYSXTRYN makes peoples’ lives better, if it does at all.

: It’s a delayed effect for like humanity. But it has positive effects for you. And you’re important. Without you, the work doesn’t get done.

: What’s the delayed effect on humanity?

: Truth. Revelation. Aesthetic. Value.

: I have been thinking about what difference it makes in times like these.

: What difference do you want to make?

: I was thinking more like, what’s the use of my life in times like these? I don’t have the power to do anything. I feel like what I do most – writing art – is not useful in times of conflict.

: Artists, writers, historians, prophets necessarily have the impact after. Your job right now is to take the measure of everything. You’ll need it. And we need your work.

Each torrent splits into seven rivers, each river into seven channels, each channel into seven conduits, and all the waters of the sea entirely flow through. Torrent towers Taryn: Torrent trips Taryn unclear electricity and energy, and the energy enters and exists fantastic exegesis. The exegesis splits scripture into genesis of geneses (a core at the pluralism of Christianity). Seem rivers run rampart to the Sabbath, each surrounding Eva and Eden. River reticulates rest, a round about in release, and the channels chore Christina. The channels char Christina coal, a cleansing flame for the lips of Benjamin. The channels chunnel the conduit in Christ, a desert incarnation. Incarnation ghosts hosts or each conduit, a chain to chain, and all the waters end me woman. All the water see Krystal, a flow through Flesh.

And again he sent another, and they killed, and many others; beating some and killing some. Again I write: and again I witness: and again I vision. The repetition resonates: the repetition legitimizes. The again becomes against, a contra to Christ and Christina, but God always sends. God sends another as Other, and Christ always reveals herself as Other. Others as Others, I killed again as the against of Christ. Having yet therefore one Son, his wellbeloved, he sent him last unto them, saying, they will receive my son. Having yet Yahweh, I submit to Yahweh: I place his yoke on my shoulders, and I shake and shiver with Spirit the Sophia. The one urges unction and unity, a ben to my son, and my son Benjamin. God afflicts those he loves; God consumes his well-beloved.

Begin Bursts Above and Below

And he began to speak to them by parables. A certain man planted a vineyard, and digged a place for the winefat, and built a tower, and let it out to husbandmen, and went into a far country. Begin bursts above and below. Begin bastions the bell below bellows and belies the bear that mauls. Begin began Benjamin, and begin bury your dead. Let dead bury dead and bury your dead. Speak dead and praise dead sermons to the dead. Speak Spirits and sprites spellbound in Black Iron Prison. I speak parables as poison: I speak parables as position, the dwelling place cracking corridor and cornerstone, and the doorway walls to woman. I plant plure and perfect: I plant pannis and appointment, God the planting prays the pursue and pursuit I pray the pursuance to vineyard vision and vision Yahweh, and I do not yield but yoke to Taryn Tetragrammaton. I do not resist the rupture of the holy Spirit. Spirit sets soot and soil the absolute sin to my sister and the hedge hosts hols and hope signs times salvation. I dig the dog dirt drained to my diesel, and this deluge drowns desert. I dig dimples in den, and the place pawns park and party, winefat woman and wineflesh woman. Touch tilts toward Taryn, and Taryn tackles tower devastation and transformation. Her husband sun harry Benjamin, and they harass and house wine working Woman.

And at the season, he sent to the husbandmen a servant, that he might receive from the husbandmen the fruit of the vineyard. At the season, stones from the sky. At the season, stones still and stall, a source swirling sea and abyss. Sea sends surf woman and seal woman, a wife to the husbandmen and husbandmen hart heresy’s heresy. I hug heresy but holy heresy, and this heresy hangs inclusive to the incarnation. I hold the husbandmen to the stark sea, and the stores scour and score a piercing purgatory. Through stone and sea, I become segment of all and to all, suffering servant and segment suffering. The suffering receives rock, visions to revival, and I attend the camp meeting. I participate in the view baptism. The fruit of the Flesh females and males the bipolarity of Woman: Woman vineyard and Woman Vision.

Zohar Improvisation

There are seventy-five channels: seven highest of all; all the others connected to them. Seventy-five: seventy vining vision and Simon, and seventy devours venom and solar. Five fuels Flesh and five pents the five wounds of Jesus. Five flows phenom and petals the pints, a wine vinegar at the crucifixion. The channels chum Christina, Christina the Christian body and church the channels chase Christina and Christina clips Christianity at its chassis, pruning prayers for New Jerusalem and New Chosen. Seven sights Sabbath: seven seers Sophia. Seven sharks and sharpens, a spellwerk sparking woman. Highest: height. Highest: Heat. Heat leave and holy, the snow hiss. Connect cross and coven, a clearing for Christina. Connect crux and crossword, a cleaving to Christ Jesus. Connections let towards and down, exhausting all.

All we implanted in the wheels of the throne of this side and in the wheels of the throne of that. All lurk in the lattice and the ladder to the left. All lark in the acid and alembic of the ellipsis. All implant, marbled in matrix and she plucks each one a crystal to her wheels and crystal in stasis in the wilderness. The wheels light the throne to Taryn, and nonce Taryn occupies unique to this and that, thunder calling.

Through them waters rise and fall. Through them, twin Taryn and Taryn. Threes and twos tumble the tumult and magisterial. Through them, the thunder trembles the tank Taryn and her waters writhe. Her waters whip host and hest, rising rift and wreckage. Her waters wind wash and marsh, rising rope and wrath. The fall filters through flesh. The fall frenzies the fruit of the fountain, overflowing first forces.

Falling, they delve the abysses, spilling them. Falling freak felt in the fellows, and the fall lamps full. The full fills full lome and dome. The distance, and as distance she delves. She drives dim into abyss and abysses, the swimming skeleton. Skeleton splits and links the lawn sprawl to mall, and she milks abyss and abundance.

Rising, they penetrate the holes in the stones, filling seven seas. Rising receives: rising resurrects. Rise and resurrect from dead and form dead, dead to dualism and dichotomy. Rise and remember: anamnesis apophasis. Penetrate through prayer and with prayer, and prayer pauses selah and salem. Penetrate and produce the pears and pomegranates, the perfect paralysis. The holes heap hauntings and hauntological: the holes hope harkenings and tautological. The holes harp to stone, the stone season, and sky scopes to its storage, filing and filling seven, a sorrowful Sabbath, and she sneaks sinister sound, the sorry of Flesh.

Till here, seven colors of light in supernal mystery. Till Taryn, the tin toil: till Taryn, the tiering terrace. Here her and hear her, hurrying to hospitality. Seven rings seven and seven remains seven, concentric circles and circles coining pentacles. Seven colors carrying and each color a crescent concupiscent cradling new wolf new woman. Colors scramble and score, a child curing concrete, and in the light, the ladle and lapis lurching green and blue. The light tarries Taryn to supernal neighbors, and her mystery mixes and remixes moaring magic.

I Scribe Stone

And the scribe said unto him, Well, Master, thou hast said the truth: for there is one God; and there is none other but he:

I scribe stone of stumbling and a rock of scandal: I scripture a son of sun, shearing chariot rays, a wit horse horror of the apocalypse (the praise of Yahweh on my lips and a two-edged sword in my hand). I fall on the stone and the stone strips me at the scouring and scourging; I fall on the stone and stone cinches the vise in vision, vice of the vine, a husbandmen to my field and firstlings. The stone scatters and breaks Benjamin into pieces, a plowshare shelling shrapnel from my body. The plowshare shines furrows in my flesh, firs and fins laking Leviathan. The stone saws ribbing and riveting those crushed into dust: the stone slices as a seer shaving slabs of skin into kin, and the blood bolts bulk and bulb into Benjamin (these bones shall live). Blood bursts by the bushel from the Woman, a Church and Moon. Blood blues hues her one El and Yahweh, and Yahweh, our Yahweh, originates One: one orthogonal to one, and one oblivious to one, and one oaks orgiastic, the orchestra of organisms. One oars the ointment in polyphony and melodies, Christ counterpoint pricking pure hues into icons and tattoos. Moon melts merging mar and Mary, a meet intermingling stone and rock, and the rock scopes scandal the Gospel of Christ. The rock, none other than Christina, scallops stone she and he: one bridal chamber, one chrism, one Lord, one baptism.