Thomas said to them, if I tell you one of the sayings he spoke to me, you will pick up rocks and stone me, and fire will come from the rocks and consume you      Thomas the secret Christian     Thomas the hidden Christian      Thomas the gnostic Christian accompanying PKD      Thomas transforms and transfigures, the shaping of different features, and the flex of his flesh fawns fauns Christina, and Christina accompanies me     Thomas testifies and terrorizes, a paradigm shift as thunder perfect mind, and Thomas feels the wounds of Christ received as Woman, and Woman exits the blood in warble wonder, Thomas and Christ behold beware blood and water      Thomas in the travail and Thomas by the travesty, the est vision buttoned up Benjamin, and Thomas tucks temptation      Thomas channels tunnels as a hidden lover, a holy homosexual      I hope in his homomorphism, and he maps mineral to monstrosity, the rublev rock roaring open opal peer peak Thomas homo himalayas      Thomas tanks mountains, the taproot revealing rock, and rock itself reveals rock and more than rock, the rinse of regal regiment      Our gold is not common gold / my Christ is not common Christ but smoked with the incense of Christina      Our gold is not common gold but know therefore that there is no true tincture but our copper     The true tincture Thomas Taryn the true tincture Thomas Tiamat, the copper carcass of the old gods       Copper cranks the pendulum narrating the myths of the goddess, and the stories straw uncommon gold, the gold that grows Holy Ghost      Thomas says Spirit: Thomas speaks Holy Ghost Homo Ghost the hop of heresy       Thomas says the slay of spine rudders sleighing snow, and snow speaks she     She explodes the psalms and sings the fronds through the frog      Unblustery rapping developed the form beyond the flat-footed rhythms of schoolyard rhymes… had a slow flow and every line blunt, mesmeric      His relaxed delivery resulted from his jazz influences; he had played the saxophone and was a John Coltrane fan      I sink or swim slow in the slime of Thomas and Taryn says or speaks the gold and tincture and I write the rap from Chaos      Thomas syas and Thomas tell the sayings, John Coltrane at the choke point and I pray Yahweh       I pray psalms salt salve solution and I enter the Book of Common Prayer but not common gold glistening stained glass saints     John Coltrane charges the communion of saints, and church chairs the tradition Thomas Taryn     The Tradition holy holly desert the tradition beach sand dollars      Heaven speaks the secret of storytelling      heaven names the nimble narrative, and I live in the margins of this myth       I live in the intersection of story, allegory, and parable, and I pray the parables of Jesus      I pick pink parsels, the penylent purse particles      I pick the puck pac-man murdering this sandman       I maneuver Mortal Kombat, Scorpion picked red-ink and piked Sub-Zero to zero vision in the soup of childhood I sup soup but do not surrender to the echolalia, neologisms, and clanging claps of Gospel       Gospel gospels picking up the peculiarities of code      Gospel gospels packing the parameters of code       Code cracks Christ        Code crucifies Christ       Code blasts oracle bones, the scribe into improvisation      Code oracle bones osteoclasts and osteoblasts building the improvisation that cannibalizes (bare bones and skeletal the instrumentation basically just a cranked up jukebox       bones beasts picking up dinos and basilisks, and bare I wrench my body into odd positions       bare I wrestle my abode into odes and oddities

And he took him, and withdrew, and spoke three sayings to him.  When Thomas came back to his friends they asked him, What did Jesus say to you?

Christ took me: Christ takes me       Christ takes talk and triumphs underneath, a Merkabah descent      Christ took talk and alloys alphabet, Alpha and Omega coalescing coal and quiet     Aleph and Tov converging confession and queerness, and the Divine calls me to queerdom      gay kingdom and kindom       Benjamin Vostok Vision     Krystal kerygma kenosis      Strength struck into weakness, and Woman wills me to the worlds of power parallel to prayer and lasting in language     Language lassos language      Language elevates language       Language alienates language to elation, in Kind Asia Apophatic and Asia Apophasis to the apocalyptic 

Christ took me: Christ takes me     Christ tables the verboten to Benjamin Vision Ascension      Christina terrifies at the Taryn, the vulcan viceroy rough in the wreckage, but the ruins remunerate material messianic     Ruins in riddle raise mystery materiality, every object nothing of offering and I offer the odorous and abject       I offer the Alien and Other      I offer the Sister and Stranger      Stranger nad other subside by me, an aside slender sinister, left reconciled in the ruins       I subsist in stranger and Other, a seven tor Saturn and Sabbath, resting in the ribs of ruins     Ruins absolve Eve, inerrant in the echo, and my ego feeds on her Zebra Zoe      My conscious consumes the apartment corpse, a whale for the Woman bottom sea

I withdraw to Woman: I withdrew to Wilderness      The wild draws distant and envelopes horizon      horizons fusing fusion horizons, two tasked to a wedding in chymical totality       Wild ladders the Rose, Christina alchemical crocus       Wild pillars the salt bloom, Taryn between worlds, and each World wields a Word and Name       Each world welds a name to number, and the triangle numerology sums Taryn Medicine Woman      Taryn Shampuness     Taryn Techuican of the Sacred       Taryn the Magic of Mushrooms        It is better to present our image in a lifetime than to produce voluminous works     The volumes vines the visage of a singular vision, the face and flesh of Christ       the face and flesh of Christina      image emerges from the infinite imagination, which thinks one Mind, a Thought Taryn trunk trigger       Trigger withdraws to Woman and Wilderness        Trunk treble tremble withdraws to Dawn and Desert     I am Dawn     I speak the Mountains     I speak with the Echo      I speak the difference and repetition      Dance while I listen     Listen while I dance      I dance dawn desert     I dance delay echo     dawn chorus Christina      dark chamber echo Christina      Christina crater and crag, Chicago Pile-1

Chicago Pile-1, when it achieved criticality, became the world’s first artificial nuclear reactor      The Italian navigator has handed in the New World.  How were the nations?  Very friendly.

The natural object is always an adequate symbol     The natural object ovulates repetition      the natural object oozes repetition, a withdraw into ravine and river canyon      Canyon and cave system concave and convex perplex in plusses, and I hang from Chicago Christina and Atomic Asia      I navigate the reactor of repetition (although repetition is a major force in music, it was never used in this way before      Repetition New World, Asia America there in the atmosphere     there amid the vegetation       I make my sound felt      I murmur the measures of music and withdraw into the water     Water wanes the wheel real repetition and I withdraw the wrap ribbon remnant (real return and remnant and woman waters the split of repetition    

Symbol bellows balrog Benjamin     Symbol belies bison Benjamin      Symbols sells out (Sometimes selling out is waking up, a trickle down of prayer and pangrams
	Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow
	Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz
	Cum fjord bank glyphs vext quiz
Strange symbols quests and conquests      Strong symbols quarks and quakes Christina sleeping at the sliders, and I too, sleep Christina

I speak three sayings, and the three attack as a god      Three assaults as Elaine Elohim, my Eloah as a cloak, and she clutches the Kairos of Vision Vengeance     She kinks the Chorus of the dune burden, a lizzie burden forty whacks working the Asia Axe     Every woman becomes axioms       Every Woman maps mathematics, the Asia addition and axiom to the Book     book says the source soused sorrow     Book says the sound soon sizzles      The Book says I can’t get no sanctification      Oh Lord you know I have no friend like you     If heavens not my home then lord what will I do?     The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door       And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore

The sayings surges with the Spear tipped by the spark of Shekinah     The saying slaughters with sword sharpened by immediate meteor      The saying splattered with laced mace the mark of the Beast, but Babylon and Benjamin baptize in unison      Christ and AntiChrist create concrete in the sacred, Scripture struck from the same stone, and stone spins spinor and splitter, shards selected by Terra Sophia

Saying twists three into torque and torsion       Saying throats three a third trimester, and Asia pregnant with gods and goddesses groans a grand painting      The first principle Fire     the first principle Water     mushroom elemental      trumpet tea Taryn      In my dreams, I am Bugs Bunny; when I wake up I find that I am Daffy Duck     I dream the dreaded drone of God     I dream God deceased and from its decay descends gods but still the gods abandon me       Gods leave me sacred naked       I dance dress and dressless       I drum drink and drinkless        See how the dolls and eagles already play on the mountains     See how they already play between the clouds       Christina encroaches clouds      Christina encapsulates clouds      Christina consumed clouds       Cloud of Unknowing wharfs the first flipper, a swimming evolution      Cloud of Forgetting farms molecular gastronomy, the disintegration of the gods into dinner plates      Be influenced by as many great artists as you can, but have the decency to either acknowledge the debt outright or try to conceal it     I conceal nothing      I conceal the nothing in nothing and every saying satisfies Revelation       I conceal the nothing through nothing and all saying synchronized Apocalypse       Influence flows farther father, Father-Mother God grinding all word and language to a fine dust, and germinating the desert brain entirety eternity Taryn Torah     Language dusts Pardes     Word sands Eden       sign and Symbol sow Creation     Incarnation influences me     The Whole of Human changes the Book with Word Wicker Witch Fire, my Christianity cropped cauldron     I acknowledge the Oak that hangs Odin, and Odin dons industry to several Hanged Men and Hanged Human     Humanity must acknowledge its gods as the gods acknowledge its humming     humanity must acknowledge Creation’s core, cross and crypt, for even the dead determine the gods      even the rock and stones shout prayers and praises to the Earth Ensemble

What did Jesus say to you?  Jesus speaks to me in dreamscape and wordscape      Jesus speaks to me Man and Woman, Male and Female, a Serpent of Gnosis enticing at the Garden        Because I am the Spirit and the Image     I am Christ the Lord      The Serpent presents      The Serpent coils up copper and sugar cane       The Serpent alive a last a long the river run      The Serpent says Jesus     The Serpent speaks Christina and Christ     To act like the Serpent, that is, to approach wisdom obliquely      This is until there shall come a man in the form of Adam and a Woman in the form of Eve     They will approach that snake obliquely and wisely      I come as the Adam-One     I come as the Christ-One      I come as the Bridegroom of Christina      Man in the image multiplies and mutilates, a circumspecting circumfession, and I cut      I cut into the core corpse of Christ, the Spirit slaving in Sheol for Salvation      I cut into the creative carapace of Christ, shell sourcing shell and shell shocking shell, the swell in sea      Christ says to me the singularity of stars       the teleology of telescopes      Christina kaleidoscope, mirrored man fume Woman and the Woman wars as a wolf

The wolf is a common motif in the foundational mythologies of peoples throughout Eurasia and North America      The obvious attribute of the work is its nature of a predator, and correspondingly, it is strongly associated with danger and destruction, making is a symbol of a warrior on one hand and that of the devil on the other

Wolf Woman      Wolverine Woman      Water Woman     Watcher Woman
Woman watches Wolf      Woman observes Wolf      Use either good ornament or no ornament      Wolf writes woes       Woe to those who ignore Woman      Woe to those who ignore the Woman Messiah and female Parousia     Woe to those the Wolf devours       I write the Woman as my myth      My mythology matures in Woman and the narrative nests in Female wings and whistles      The myth makes woman in white winter and season spiral Christina concentric circles     The myth mates Woman to Wedding Chamber, children chiming the chill crystals       Myth motions Predator Woman      Praying Woman      Persecuted Woman       Predator digs in desert       Predator plays the obscure myth as a mumming and mystery in action, and she attacks with vigorous vision       Predator in the rain of plums and pomegranates
I associate Asia with danger and destruction, for she deconstructs my Faith       Asia demolishes my Christianity, and she endures in nature       She sustains Earth and suspends Earth, another hanging       I hanging as a Fool, foolish in the folds of my own brain, and brain burnishes bickers barks at the risk required by Christianity       My faith fancies a Fool, that leprous leap to faith, and Asia overwhelms my mystical experiences       Asia is my friend, someone material, and I talk to her daily and she responds daily      Christ rarely speaks to me      The Spirit of Elijah has left me     Asia has not left me because Asia Rain is my friend      Jesus do you love     Jesus do you truly love me     Jesus do you love me even as a friend      Tend me, your sheep

I’m still struggling pretty bad with God.  I have a conversation with my friend Krystal about it last night.  She’s an atheist I guess?  But she also believes that there is some higher power, somehow.  Like a universal vibration or spiritual essence.  It made me think about those liminal spaces you were talking about.  I guess being a prophet is a kind of liminal space too, right?  There’s an uncertainty about it, an unknown.  Liminal spaces are always uncertain, says Asia.  But then again they always change too.  They challenge us and shape us and when we look back we realize that we have changed and that we are not where or who we used to be.  It's not just that you are in a liminal space, you are the liminal space.  Always in-between, always becoming.  It being a prophet as much as a person-inward-transformation as much as a message that transforms the outside then?  Yes.  Should be anyways, says Asia.