And then if any man shall say to you, lo, here is Christ; Or lo, he is there; believe him not Here is Christ: Here is Christina Here, the hair holy hodegetria, and it hangs as happenings Here, the hole holy hodgepodge pouring the prayers piercing as rainbows, and it harps as the harrowing of Hell Here is Christ: Here is Christina, and I say to you not as a man, but as a seer and visionary, the Christ dwells within you Christ dwells within you a Kingdom of God and a Kingdom of Heaven My masculinity mixes with the water wilderness of Woman My masculinity disappears in the desert damsel and dame desolation, Christina at the creek and open oasis washing as a blue bather Benjamin my body (about a woman in trouble, and it’s a mystery, and that's all I want to say about it A woman at a well, Rebekah to my retainer, and she meets me in mystery She meets me in the mystery of music making / James Brown proto-funk motown pop stax soul broadway show tunes psychedelic rock music wah-wah guitars distorted fuzz basslines church-styled organ line horn riffs The smooth, piano-based motown sound was out; psychedelic soul was in When the rhythm instruments became important in the mix Mix mystery and masculinity, the woman at the well, and she girls guitars and benjamin basslines Music emerges out of my earth, an ethereal theater tasting Music emerges into the Eucharist, the singing of hymns before partaking of the Body of Christ Christ music and material mates macrocosm and microcosm Christ mystic and matter matures mercury and mystery Jesus orchids unknown, the unknown location and position, but Christ dwells in all soul and souls Christ magnifies the soul with celestial music, music of the spheres in orbits and rotations, and I rotate the Rock and Rook of the Castle Kingdom I want to be a genius! My ego cries, but Christ and Christina are the genius within me I want to be a genius! The self cries, but the Holy Spoirit and Feminine Indwelling is the genius in me The Indwelling Glory prevails from above to below under the rim of all rungs. This is the mystery of the Word: And you animate them all. Even when man does sin, there too the Glory is clothed in it, for without it, he would not have the strength to move a limb. And this is the exile of God’s Glory The Indwelling Glory prevails through the penetration of the Spear, a Spear Goliath engorged on the length of Longinus The Indwelling Glory prevails through the phoenix pinion of the flesh, muscular gold maturing in the vat vision Above, the arch of the archipelago spread among the image and imagination of the islands, and an island lurks incarnation Above birds abeyance, an abyss into the ladder lattice laces, a laser that shoulders the shaking Below badges the bitters wholemeal, and I believe the lair largo Below banks the bottice belly, and I bargain the lure lido Above to Below beatrices the burgess of Chaos, a prima materia with Rashied Ali drumming multidirectional Above to Below beholds the beatific in the beatitudes, an interference beat vibrating votive vision This is the mystery of the Word: YHVH This is the mystery of the Word: KRYSXTRYN You animate Book and Binding, pages of prayers in placement You animate Adonai and Adversary, and the temptation tails Taryn The Temptation takes telemetry the test of Taryn, and she betroths true time, times and half a time I sin in Holy Spirit I sin Adonai Antinomian, Sabbatean and Brethren of the Free Spirit I sin succinct and secret, the secret desert and desolation where I pray and I pray in the sin of Saints The causeway community of saints the initiation incense of saints The sin slimes the soul with salt water and water woman the sin shanks sheol to soul with salt well and well woman Woman wields the wall, embracing enclosure, a secret garden and sealed garden, and garden grabs the garment and gown that encloses and embraces my sin in glory The sin seers strength, a strange glory galloping vision The sin seabeds strength, a boarish glory gripping vision Strength strops the shark slice in glory and glory raw rinses experience, the recurring experiment of the Godhead In my strength, sin to glory, I sign and scribe the secret scripture I tack and tank the tribes troubled by the waters, and I baptize stirring water and woman, a Taryn Tent and Tikkun Light lingers in the water, a limb locked to lyra and lydian, and the limb loosens and opens the modal visitation The limb links and leads the model superimposition, rung on rung and dream on dream The exile exonerates the exodus and the exodus exonerates the exile In the story of Creation, it says, Indeed it was very good. But in the exhortation of Moses, it says: See I have placed before you this day life and good, death and evil. But where has evil come from? The answer: evil too is good; it is the lowest rung of perfect goodness. If one does good, then evil too becomes good; but if one sins, then it becomes really evil Creation stories Christina in Crisis Creation narrates Christ by Crucifixion Creation crucifies but resurrects Creation kills but revives In Creation, the concoction of cryptoanalytic Ancient of Ancients and Creation cusps at the concrete Creation cusps at the Cloud of Impossibility, and that Cloud caresses my body The Cloud creeps against the bumps of my body, and it ignites the impossible incarnation Incarnation insists on the narrative Incarnation impresses on the Gospel: Repent, the Kingdom of God is at hand I transmutate in metanoia, gnosis and anamnesis to my nous, and the Gospel gobsmacks The Gospel guillotines, a chopping razor to creation Plot plumblines and pistols Creation the story says, and I say Creation and I speak Creation I sway Christ and I speak Christina and taste Creation as Bride and Bridegroom I taste and tiltitate indeed it was very good Indeed it was Woman the very Vision and I wake with Her I wake with Taryn and Christina, and they cloud and cluster my body in their clutter, a clue gorging grand to the Godhead It was good in the granite garb of the Godhead, verily in the visage of the partzifum and faces, and God faces the flank of my Flesh God is the flash of flame and fire obscures my face but I experience the totality of Taryn I experience the ecstasy of Taryn Creation, a New Testament and Torah hidden in the letters and language I mingle with Moses I mate with Moses as a wife to her husband, and I cut off his foreskin, a bloody bridegroom to Benjamin I mother Moses and Moses matures as a sphinx and spector, and this Moses exults and exhorts in riddle and mystery Moses explains the Hidden in the Hidden, Godhead in KRYSXTRYN, Ancient of Ancients in the concealment yet see: see in the cloud core Vision and I attach myself to the concealment I fear exposure and revelation yet the revealing transforms and transfigures as the opening of a New Book Book anew Book revival See, Benjamin, I place the Book before you and before your name, bound in bear in bear skin See through the hazy hue of the Hidden and the revelation conceals the reveals and reveals the concealed, corner in alternating Venus Flytraps shutting and opening Life and Good Death and Evil equally desert and wilderness Life and Good Death and Evil equally crucifixion and resurrection Within the Cloud, the Revelation of the closure is the opening The wall becomes for a moment as penetrable as a cloud and the cloud cross-references the renewal of Christ The Cloud creates the corpus as a crescent of Christ And Christ too redeems AntiChrist And Christ too saves Judas Iscariot Evil, too, bequeaths Good: the betrayal births crucifixion and Holy Sabbath The Satan-Entereditim begins the Holy Sabbath and Resurrection Evil emanates Good, eleven enchantments and earrings dangling from the Indo-Europeans handprints and mushrooms from the cave paintings Evil emanates good, elephants for Elaine Elohim and Elaine El Elyon, and she rides the lowest rung locusts descending to Miracle Merkabah She enthrones on the throne fire surrounding Taryn Taryn Tortoise tricks and traps lowest rung in ringlets and barbed wire wrapped ribbons rising Woman, and Woman raises roses, the Crocus Christ Taryn Turtle trims and trains lowest rung in grandiose garnishes and grape leaves lift licorice, and Our Lady lurks lake and loch, water for baptism Perfection prays baptism and Benjamin Perfection perks pointillist, pinpricks of Krystal color, and her canopy covers good and evil Her canopy crests antinomian and anarchy
Month: September 2021
The Lord Had Shortened Those Days
And except that the Lord had shortened those days, no flesh should be saved; but for the elect’s sake, whom he hath chosen, he hath shortened the days In the except and excerpt of the Book, entering exceptional, I exist from the inert and I insert the inset soul and stone in the excerpt and excerpt of scripture, evening palimpsest, I ease electric to my instruments, pickups parkour positing peculiar, and I pray the pulse projection The band exists without me The Book exists without me, but God kindly begets Benjamin in the Book, Adonai Autobiography and prophet pole position It is between this hidden principle of the terrestrial person and its heavenly original that the ultimate recognition and reunion take place Between the Book’s exegesis and eisegesis emerges genesis, the table of generations and the tabulation of nations, an original ark inhabiting the holy halls of my apartment, and the walls transform into hulls, a clipper cutting clouds The clipper resembles a chain, a link to each lot of literature, a horn section blasting / the querulous hard bop chart that makes full use of the horns on hand with its rich spread-out voicings, and the voice, sotte voce, vows the Vision The Vision scalar The Vision scapular The Vision ambisinister and augmented I dream the library in holy hysteria, and I select secret excerpts from a biography of Philip K. Dick, and except that PKD write the Exegesis, he would not have lived I dream the library merged into an art gallery and the artifice of Art Books assists my solar slumber I tease out the testaments and I tase Torah the fourth or fifth of letters I nurse the numerology of the alphabet, and its signs psalm signifiers for El Shaddai, my sure shade and shadow lover I dream to reveal past as an intensified nostalgia for past already lost but its purity plows the fireleaves into Godded Ground Thus the function of the garment in our narrative as the celestial form of the invisible, says PKD, because temporarily obscured self is one of the symbolic representations of an extremely widespread, and to the Gnostics, essential doctrine I garb the garment of the Invisible God I gown the garment of the God growing gorgeous in my soul, and yet my soul often sinks to Hell My soul descends to the dead, an Ark and Advent A Plot and Parousia The narrative nets new and anew, nimbled in nuptials The narrative knights now and know, a gnostic pleasure plied in the platoon of the Bridegroom I narrate the never vision of prophecy, pied beauty and piper, and the narrative traffics knots in knowledge, the dream gnosis reveals rivaled to the Rock Reach rock celestial and celeste Raze rock celestial and challenge, and I raise riffs and ochre ostinatos, rhythms ancient as mushroom cave paintings I outline my handprints holy and wholly holly, my form-in-function and form verily human verily Son of Man verily Adam Kadmon invisible vision invisible incarnation invisible transubstantiation In invisible my sight slays In invisible my seeing sigils, and I sigil language The language sows as seed invisible and sprouts as prophecy and magic, a symbol selina I temporarily obscure the self and the self obverse vines the viper purple I temporarily obscure the self and the self reverse reigns reins the rupture ripley The Lord shortens my soul The Lord compacts my soul and cuts it with grain, guts parallel The Lord preserves my soul with salt, a simple salary and celery The Lord shreds my soul and slaps its slivers with silver, a sanctifying transmutation The metal molts molten, a murderous lava and memorial The metal meets spare grey photography, lunging lines of the great locomotives, with their prowlike cow catchers beautifully sustained in movement Metal meats motel, a mulatto, an albino, my libido Metal mortal mounts the pile-up, a Tetsuo Iron Man Body Hammer Bullet Man The image of man as Human excites as heated gases haunted grasses humid glasses blown from the lips of the transformed and timeframe, and the multiplicity and intertextuality overwhelms me The Lord overwhelms my soul, shortening and stacking soul to soul, the singularity and solidarity of many souls, and I house the sparks of Sabbatai Zevi and PKD Sinner sparks speak to my soul a greater sinner, and I cleave to Christ among the devils I cling to Christina between demons Shorten the days and the days dance Billie Jean and Pretty Young Thing The days douse in the ditches and burn through the witches of my dragula Days dark soften and shorten, the soul to my day dive divers dew dawn drawn determined and God determines The Lord determined determines my day dipped in the drippings of the daystar and it shines shows shimmers and showers the God glow He has recurring visions of an ideal woman, which he sees as the key to his story I have recurring visions of the Witching Woman, a remnant remembrance of KRYSXTRYN, and she provides the key and keystone to the Story, Book, and Narrative She saves my Flesh She turns my Flesh over to salvation My version of salvation: the Vision female and feminine The Vision Womanly and Woman and she restores my fortune (A terrific scream pierces the stillness of the night. The blood beast had struck again THE LEGEND OF WITCH HOLLOW THE NAKED WITCH the story of the witch who became restless in her grave Both filmed exactly where they happened! These witches wing their wolves west at my wyvern head, and water spills out of my orifices The witches swear Word and Oath, a prelude to the Vision-Salvation, and the language laps my wounds Asia witches at my alchemical Tarot: Tell me about my friendship with Asia Seven of Coins: Transmutation and Transformation The Lovers: Intimacy and engagement of our psyches The Magician: The initiator of the Magnum Opus, and the creator power of the prophetic: As Above, So Below I have two new book projects in mind: Elephants for Elaine and Opossums For Asia Rain Asia will collaborate with me on the latter They, of course, are the same Book, the same Bible, the same Scripture What was is that Guillermo Del Toro said? I cannot pontificate about it, but by the time I’m done, I will have done one movie, and it’s all the movies I want…. But it really is part of the same movie. You make one movie I, too, write one Book, and it is many books and one Book
You Have To Go to James the Just
Jesus said to them, no matter where you have come from, you have to go to James the Just, for whose sake heaven and earth came into being Matter merges missile an explosive kiss under mistletoe Matter mirrors munitions, toppling tatters into tinted collage and decoupage Matter noids the noise, noise shaking shockwave in the desert The new noise (we lack the motion to move to the new beast The new noise never negates but knocks the nock nuclear, a catalyst Christina chain reaction splattering God graffiti and volcano vision The new noise neros noumena and pneuma, stark spirit striking flint, and the sparks fire Sophia and Shekinah Sparks spell Taryn Torah: Written Torah and Oral Torah Sparks spell spurn new noise, the sounds soldering sounds into sculpture, and the letter emerges three-dimensional and them four-dimensional: prophetic time colliding Christina Chronos and Krystal Kairos, and she edges ambient and illbient, the implosive sorcery of the landscape Maturing matter mining uranium, radioactive albumen and alchemy another noise firing off the geiger counters Cosmic microwave background radiation Practicing the art of constructive ambiguity Praying within the aw of the noise constructing towers, and the ambiguity blesses beginning Your beginnings shall be small, and your small end shall flourish exceedingly I flourish in the fix of phantoms and I flow in their fire fiery letters fiery beginnings Every beginning blasts the birth of god and gods grass gal girl summer and the sun dresses worship Aten and Adonai You beginnings shall be small, a pagan pumpkin shaking and I operate the muscular machines in multiplicity I encounter the means and modes and all manners lead Divine and Daughter No matter where you come from, go to the Book No matter where you come from, go to the God and Gods No matter where you come from, work Work Word and work Music, the melody of Book and Bible The glass girls of Gods gardening gin and gypsum As professional performers say performers say, to deliberately sing off-key requires a highly skilled singer I sweet tea saunter off-key and I often I tain train trane listening to Miles David all-night all-day I listen to the Complete In a Silent Way and I search for silence I question for quiet but the Word abrupts erupts trumpets real resurrection Play everything – write everything Play anything – write what you hear Play the butter notes Write the smooth and passing tones lock lydian in the light and I listen to that bass lure the journey jalopy jazz-funk, and the filaments flourish in the Fillmore East sea stoking word waves and water No matter where, go Go the girth of the whale watch and great fish fortune finning Jonah and I walk a day into Nineveh I walk the work with music splashes Miles Davis and I continually return to the electric period, chopped up and reconnected A softcore movie, Duo Death, a chocolate milkshake, a nosy blonde, and the Carol Burnett Show: solving this mystery is going to be a murder I muddle the pages murder dark magus and drunk funk, proto-jungle, and proto-drum-and-bass burrowing time around surrounds me and I go to music I go to the Book beasts multiplicity music, the prayer polyrhythm The mystery lies in me then, and not in the world The solution lies in me and not in the world At my cove, there is something that is me and not me The mystery mixes the miniature in music The mystery moths minimalism in music, dark moment dank momentum, and the music lies in me The Word lies in me, World Fusion and World Music Fusion and Synthesis, propulsive protoplasm and plasma for whose sake heaven and earth came into being For whose Book and Bible Women and Earth came into being World fused with Word World synthesized Word tuned in five PKD: The real purpose of this Exegesis has not been to find answers but to present the experience Well said, Philip.
For In Those Days Shall Be Affliction
For in those days shall be affliction, such as was not from the beginning of Creation which God created unto this time, neither shall be Those days shall shell and sea the desert Taryn, and the desert continually deepens continuity and Christ mythology Desert connects Heaven and Hades Desert sexes segundal Sheol and Spirit Desert dilutes and desiccates damnation Desert dwells my dwelling and tents my Tabernacle Taryn and in those days desert shall not decrease but multiply and exponentiate mystery and ecstasy Desert drives me to groan after the Gospel Desert daggers me to joust after Jesus and my spear wounds for the Word and towards the Word PKD: The bible is not a world reduced to verbal description; on the contrary: it is the verbal source of the world, just as signals from a radio transmitter are the information source of the voices and music you hear when you turn on your receiver… The book and Bible are not worlds in language but the language for worlds Description of Desert becomes Desert in actuality, co-creators with Adonai The Verb becomes the vibration for Vision and Vision gives vibration to the Verb: Becoming, Ordering, Orienting Source secures the sounds of Spirit, mystical music Source does not separate but snaps together serpentwise and spherewise a sidewinder Source and signal sew solid in sowing the transmission through Taryn, Blues and the Abstract Truth, and the music macros microcosm, stolen moments Book becomes Taryn’s desert and Taryn’s tabernacle, each word the wrapping around a vessel vizer roaring light Book becomes the rock and roll radio the Ramones radio the radio Keith Rowe subtly persuades to improvisation and I radio desert, its decaying waves swerving wyvern and Woman Freddie Hubbard sheets of sound PKD: A single coherent life form underlies the written Bible, and it is the source of our universe, and it itself is not a fixed canon, but constantly combines and recombines, forming ever newer messages In those days, the desert In those days, the dwelling a coherent Christ and a Chaos Christ chasing channels through the chassis, torso Taryn the single ghost and gods gardening gods and goddesses, and this plurality pulses ivory-paneled prayer this plurality poaches plainchant and Christina chanted You learn to mumble with great incoherence I engage in some form of syntax destruction which sounded as though I were answering the question but in fact had not Source syntaxes destruction, deconstruction, and reconstruction, the recombining and rearranging of light language letter language letra and petra language the language gods life the language grasps grows gardens life upon life, life-itself and being-itself, a grand Godhead Answer questions and question answers, the apartment of Adonai, and each compartment chambers for a b ride Brie marries Book and Bible, and the Book opens as a Beast Baptizer bursting hip hop beasts / Paul’s Boutique I do not fix the canon but cannon canon, obsessive obliteration and transformation I think you have a good understanding of transformation, says Caro. Always a crucifixion always outside our control. Pure gift yet hard work like birthing. God is way and beyond any human system, says Caro. PKD: It transacts its informational life and business around us everywhere, as it guides, directs, and controls the evolution of the universe, which is based on its own evolution as a biological organism It transacts as tapestry, the truck traffic of Taryn it transacts as palimpsest, the pretzel puzzle paradox of Christina Zebra, and she zoinks as a buffalo barracuda Incarnation emits information Incarnation transacts information Incarnation transports information and the information engulfs and explodes exploration, iatrogenesis talking Taryn tumors Information fluxes influx the flock of flesh flecked diamonds, the acid affliction information Information flies in flight the flam of flipped finishes, the acrid affliction of information Life limbos the balance beam of light and I tightrope across the body of Taryn stretched between buildings I timber between her thighs redwood woman and rowing woman, a queer cross country cloaking information, and the life litters ionic and iconic Life at the limit leers and afflicts, a bloody horizon zoning holy war and the God guides me to write the witness Gd guides me to write the human and her affliction shades my shoulders (and he shook my shoulders and he shook my face and he takes and he takes and he takes God guides me guild and gilt, the gold gown garment galvanized and glaciated Divine directs me to the desert and desolation, and I drone earth / the earth shall rest a Sabbath to God – give earthiness a rest; permeate it with the Sabbath of spirituality and holiness Rest in the guide: reed in the direct: Sabbath in affliction Christ controls Christina climates the evolution of the universe, and the evolution enacts elephants for Elaine Elaine for Elohim Visited a guy yesterday. How did that go? Nice guy. That’s sweet. I’m jealous. You’ll always hold a special place in my heart regardless, says Elaine. Sounds cheesy but it’s true. We will be friends forever! I know. Writing about you in my Book. Good things? I only think good things about you. Like Krystal, Christina, and Taryn are spiritually important to me. During this time I was writing about you, I postulated you would be also spiritually important to me. I made it in the canon? Is that the canon? Yep. Now I have to figure out what your spiritual character represents. Are you the Mother of the Church maybe? Haha, I’m not so pure though. The church isn’t either. True! I’ll be your exotic Asian one in your sea of white girls, says Elaine. Evolution eats Evolution Evolution erects evolution Evolution excerpts evolution, needling biological Offering organism Evolution violets the vaunt of my vision, and the vision continually evolves changes transforms transfixes its form and function Vision haunts infinite hermeneutics, a Sabbath rest eternal Affliction begins and begets the begotten Affliction forgoes and forsakes the forgotten Affliction fractalizes and fracturizes, a fraking of the flesh, and flesh flays Benjamin bifurcation (there are two levels in the study of Torah, Torah of the Mind and Torah of the Heart. The Mind cogitates, comprehends, and understands; the heart feels. I have come to reveal Torah as it extends to the heart as well I have come to reveal the affliction of Torah Taryn, a testament that thrashes metallic and moonstream I have come to reveal the beginning, the birth in Creation and the Creation at birth, and Creation covets two then three, the triangle of letters and the time of Books adding to infinity, divergence to the desert Desert times Taryn scroll and Torah and times tempts tempest fugue the multiple melodies and I provoke polyphony I hunt heterophony and homophony, the singularity an omas omega point probing firecracks and damn explosives bulking bunker bombs and brick beatitudes Afflict the sharpnel and friendly fire forging as a warp and I listen to Tom Waits (the band has stopped playing but we keep dancing, the world keeps turning, the world keeps turning, and I turn to Taryn I turn to KRYSXTRYN, the real residue of Godhead and God said let there be light Let me afflict my beloved
And Pray Ye That Your Flight
And pray ye that your flight be not in the winter Pray wherever the God may take you (God has made me an Ismaelite; He commanded and it was done. The ninth day of my regeneration) Pray wherever Yahweh may command (Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done) Pray Yahweh and pray Christ and pray Christina Pray Yahweh and pray Christ and pray Christina who lead and command through heterodoxy and apostasy, just as Asia in accolades become an apostle apostate, and the Witch of Women descended upon her shoulders Her hearth holds the heat of Mother Magick, and she mystifies a palanquin through the palisades, divine desert teaching Solomon Woman Wisdom I cherish my Christianity / I crush my Christianity cloaking the incarnation in imperialism, and Christianity conquers through its colonialism I cannibalize Christianity through desert deconstruction The desert dins my domain and dominion (Sabbatai comes to redeem under the Zodiacal Sign of the Fish Christ comes for salvation under the sign of the Fish, Zodiac transformed Zebra, the camouflaged Christina PKD experienced My prophecy perplexes and puzzles me My prophecy plunges me in the descent the Treatise on Dragons My prophecy mixes shells and sparks and bursts the vessels of visions, eyelets eyelids burning forth as the fiery asps attacking, but my Messiah assists me There shall come forth a star out of Jacob, and a sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and shall smite through the corners of Moab I will shake the heavens and the earth, and I will overthrow the thrones of Kingdoms star shatters splinters splits apocalyptic sceptre sinks succors simmers strange revelation I lose my grasp on God or God juts between the gap of reality and history, hints of the crossbeam or glimpses of Benjamin’s body And I pray the collage compact and collected the cryptic convergence of Messenger and Messiah, Christ and Christina, a Mother and a Mother The fringes fold into my Flesh The fringes flirt thread Taryn tallow winnowing yarn Yahweh Book flies Book fleeces flight The Flight does not free the fragrant, but fragrant fastens its fangs to the feather and feature The flight tows to Taryn in the noxious prayer, and I pray continually I pray without ceasing, the phantom flight to prayer God commanded Noah to enter Teirah (literally Ark but also wood). One should enter into and cleave to the letters and words of Torah and prayer. This will protect the person and his entire extended family, enabling them to receive from God all their necessities I flee to the pinprick of prayer I flight fly to the porcupine of prayer prayer ping pongs through the Book and books, the King blocks of scripture, and scripture, and scripture scratches Word in the wood of the Ark Scripture scrapes Word in the Wood of the ark, a scream imprinted into the letters, and every letter becomes lentils tabled by Taryn cleave to the names Christ and Christina Cleave to the Vision viceroy and Vision vestry, a viper in prayer pointing to the Word Wisdom and Word Woman in Ark Apartment and Ark convent, a cover for Krystal, and she keeps the veil She prays the Vespers famine, a hunger for the Feminine Winter wishbones Benjamin, two into one and one into two One between Two bursts organs ozone orgasms and the winter welts western waste, lands limbic and lands lizard taking tail Taryn, and Taryn multiplies Two Taryn reasons winter Taryn resembles winter Taryn remembers winter, remaining winter, frozen Woman Fierce Woman fiery Woman melting ice inertia and this Woman waters winter Ark Ancient and Word Worship I do wonder if I really mean that your prophetic writing is a product of your bipolar manic states or whether I was saying that there is a correlation – that can be a gift you know, says Caro I don’t know if I told you, but in the midst of my mystical experiences, I was called by god to be a prophet. My writing is an act of prophecy and I also live the prophecy in my own life searching for truth for the Divine. I don’t know if you told me or if it’s just very clear, says Lorienne. I was reading a book about Mary as a prophet and thinking of you! How is Bunnies for Christina a prophetic work? I ask. If you do the things we tell you to, the things we say will happen will happen. Bunnies for Christina is a historical guide for prophecy as well as a prophetic guide, says C. The disciples said to Jesus, We know that you are going to leave us. Who will be our leader? I didn’t even get any writing done today. You don’t have to apologize, says Asia. Sometimes I feel like my only purpose is to write so I feel guilty when I don’t. That’s not being very kind to yourself. I know, but I need to prophesy. Their are two stages of prophecy / writing. One is experiencing or seeing; the Other is processing it into a message I see; so I can’t be in a state of constant transmission. Nope. And you brain is constantly gathering information. So its actually impossible for you not to not be doing anything at any given point, says Asia. I defer to the desert as a disciple I differ in the desert as a disciple and learn to pray, and the psalms swallow me as an ant lion, leaves of sunflowers in jambi jaws Psalms in encircle as prison cells plant cells and cell walls Black Iron Prison a precursor to Palm Tree Garden, and I jump up the jail cell I jump through the mitre, my mitochondrial mother, and the prophetic genetics glue me to God P salms sink encryption the coughing crypt, and I sleep in my Christ Coffin, the vampire vision the undead desert zombie zambonis bones bare ice incarnation ife incarnation huge hiss and host incarnation Psalms divide desert into walking labyrinths sand cityscape noon neon dune dwellings I walk the wake desert and I walk the desert woman, everywhere dense metric to my mother Psalms sing the silent silence is praise for you Yahweh Psalms singe the silent flame praise peaks pink laser beam, and the dew of the dead drinks to the disciples I’m not disciple but a prophet I’m not prophet but a farmer as my farmers, pierced in the house of my friends Disciple deciduous decisions the leaves leave but the green gender grows gods and goddesses Disciple delirium dunk dividends the paper porous plow flow furrows and I furnish the fire with three youths and a Messiah I asked the Mosiach, when will you come? And he said to me: when you wellsprings shalls pread to the outside I peered between the piers of Parousia and asked Christ, when will you come? And he said to me,: when the woman shall spread to the outside and inside, and you make the male female Do you think the prophets dealt with ego? Sometimes I feel my mood swings and depression are followed by God to diminish my ego, because I’m still young and strong headed and stiff necked in a lot of ways. I think every human has to dela with ego at some point, says Lorienne. I think the struggle lifelong for even the most I think the struggles is lifelong for even the most conscious of beings. Makes me think they had to do their daily liturgies and rituals just like we do. And every day renew their commitment to throw themselves away in utter obedience to God’s will… I had an encounter with Saint Columba at one point. He made very clear that saints are down and dirty mofos, if you will. Not pristine, serene, lovely people. I remember the dirt on his robes when he was telling me that. If it’s true for saints, it’s probably true for prophets, says Lorienne I know gnosis I know gnosis near name and anamnesis, the wakeful awakening as experienced by PKD, and I bear the heraldry of Blake Benjamin, gnosis as poetic genius ,and the genius as genus grinds me to nothing Kerouac says, you’re a genius all the time, and the genius as generous generations grabs as a guillotine, a grippy blade to my belly I know nepsis, awake for woman and watching Taryn, and she tows in the tapestries as a tortuga Knowledge reads effervescent and abhorescent, nurturing rare resistance and I reconsider the rose I reconsider the crocus, a flower circus circulating networks of knowledge through its roots and rhizomes, and my prophecy resembles that entanglement My vision vines wines kudzu Krystal, the kaleidoscope of color commingling heterogeneous communities Going grasps all genres and the generation of genre grips the garment of Jesus I hold on to the hem as a bleeding woman, and going gabbers granite juts the sailing stones in the desert Going galavantes gravity, the heft of the hem weighing Woman Mass masculine and feminine Moss male and female and the going grents grit graft gut gown gorgeous The going grunts ghost gaunt gem gent genius Poetic genius and prayer genius, the sun blast to inches of the ego, and I barn barge brainless or eye less than blind to all but the bitters of God Going leaves left light the low limbic lizard laughing, and I bask on the battlements the iguana incarnation Going leaves loose lewd limb lectern aisles, and I land askew to the anvil compressing ashes into sludge metal, slough mortar and numbing necrosis I leave going not nowhere but nowhere and now here the hero hostage hostess hanging in topological donuts and I journey justice Jerusalem Jesus I journey the juice of judgment Judgment jawbone of an ax ass and judgment bellows monument and mortuary judgment bassoons museum and library and the library lasts the music Music moors the mast sailing surroundings and I listen to Nina Simone Be my husband and I’ll be your wife Jesus, be my husband and I’ll be your wife I’ll be your Bride Where are you going to run to on that day and I run to Christina and I run to Christ Christ leaves but I do not leave: I cling to the cross of Christ I hold fast to the flesh of Jesus and I cry Power, Power, Lord I meet in the revival tent at the revival meeting and the flaming tongues pursue repentance Repent, the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand I run to the sea and it was boiling and sea boils Benjamin for the flash full feast and Benjamin you ought to be praying Power, Power, Lord Christ leaves me but I do not leave Christ (God is your shadow – just as a person’s shadow entirety mimics his actions, so does God, as it were, entirety reciprocate our deeds Godhead shadows the shade of the desert, the desert of my body, my body without organs and I organically originate the garden orchestration bells and bull smells and sword reciprocating the ricochet and boomerang bowing Benjamin as an arrow, and I snap stew sinew the cat gut mutts of the baroque lute lifted as leader Leader letters the library and leader letters the literature as scripture I read the literature as scripture and the scripture as literature, and the letters lead the desert body of vision the letters lead the Wilderness Woman of Revelation letters lead and impregnate the light incarnations: Christ Children, Christ by Christ, and Christ leaves and leads
On The Day When You Were One
On the day when you were one, you became two. But when you became two, what will you do? Day always dreams of desert Day always draws a straight line to the desert and follows it I do not distinguish between day and desert and I draw the line to connect Christ and Christina I draw the line in light darkness to connect Yahweh and KRYSXTRYN, and she dawns my desert My day and desert depends on Woman, the Dawn Deborah drumming light lure and heat harp strumming psaltery to freedom from enemies and the hands that oppress On this day I became one, little whirlpools out in the middle of the ocean On this day I became one, most of them very old grasshoppers Day divides Vision the vantage between day and night Day divides burden the bus between dark and light Day drops its division at the limits of dark and light, and the limits tingle at the edges, Earth and Eucharist language and garden Golgotha and Gethsemane Building and Body Building and Body and Blessing and Body, the dark body of Christ and the light lewd nudity of Christina, each a tomb, a day dividing two On the day only an offering, ounces to ornery ox's and axes at the limit, chopping the root lounge of language and my language languishes My language fails in the confines of my Flesh, confinement in the locality of light and repetition of confined location, and the one narrates oryx onyx oneiric, a holy onanism that splits seed into two, and the one and two opens tokens The one and two oven tonic, day of the wonder whirlwind and sweeping tempest You were Woman You were When Woman and What Woman, and the Woman overcomes You were Where Woman and Why Woman, and the Woman overwhelms Woman meets mete met in two and then one-in-two, a becoming of the burden of Benjamin And I become Two: Taryn-Benjamin And I become Two: Benjamin-Taryn repetition at the limitations of the body, but body becomes Christ Jesus Body bastions Holy Spirit a Two to Tao Taryn wheel spoke unspoken the empty space Krystal Kenosis I exalt Earth and Eucharist I humble language in Garden I crucify with Golgotha and Gethsemane, building bodies two-tongue bodies sanctifying bodies interrupting the scaph of scapegoating
Vision and Mysticism 