So ye in like manner, when ye shall see these things come to pass, know that it is nigh, even at the doors

The Vision of my Vision devises, even unto the desert     The Vision of my Vision cracks Karakoram, even unto the canopy     Vision as a viper vines blood red blood hevel to the Field, and I as a brother hook my harpoon into the hip, hilton of my coven, a visitor to Christina     Christina catch me in your clutches     I climb your camel branches and breakcurrent, hill hopping your body     I hope in your body     I hope in your body as hosts     I hunt your body your landscape as hopscotch, the scrape and scratch of Saboath    Your body sounds sorcery, the train industrial incarnation    Body births Body     Christina body births Christ body and I embody the comb of Christianity     I crane a child of Christianity     Christ meets me as a Mother     The Logos linseeds light as a lady and the seed somber and subtle skirt its scales as a serpent     The Christ Lady descends from suspension, and I attach to her umbral shadow through an umbilical unction      Oil matters manner the sign of the cross and savior of the Trinity     Threes in thought and threes in Taryn, the throng telemetry hardening in heat     Son sun soars seers the serum, a gnosis against all sin, and a child of Christ is a child of Seth    A child of Christina grants the generation without a King     Adonai with anarchy     Saboath with Sabbath, the sacred silence of Creation     Manifest the manner of Magick     Meld mind and medium to the intention of incarnation, the nest that numbers Pythagorean prayer     I pray the melt into male     I play the mass into male and female, the minister of the manger that masted Christ       The jaw java vision Jesus joving volcanoes and the ash aches archaic     The prayer pointillist pinpricks the past and Jesus shepherds as a Shaman       Jesus anoints as an artist and architect     Christ consecrates the creeping cove of Creation, and every plant cures     Every plant paints prayer     I pray ritual and rock crystal     I pray the medium mineral and the manner mystical, a quartz Christ crisis in my Christianity

Me and Asia
:  You know I have been struggling with my Christianity although for different reasons
:  What reasons?
:  I feel like my faith has outgrown the confines of Christianity.  It feels more plural now, although Christianity since the beginning has been plural.
:  There isn’t anything wrong with that.  The thing I said about cathedrals, cathedrals were magnificent beautiful buildings built specifically to invoke awe.  People were supposed to walk in and be so overwhelmed by the wealth and beauty of the place that there wasn’t any doubt they were in a holy place.  But it was still a man-made building.  And it housed man-made hierarchies and ideologies.  We are still building cathedrals but they don’t actually house god.  They house our ideas of god.  They will always be limiting.  I felt the same way when I was in church.  
:  I see.  You are right, I think.
:  I think you are a good influence on the congregation you interact with.  But I don’t think of ‘The Church’ as all there is.  I want to be like Walt Whitman when he called himself untranslatable, when he claimed that we as individuals are ourselves infinite.  We are the temples.  We are the cathedrals, and we are made beautiful.  I feel like you are looking for something too concrete.  What you are looking for can’t be grasped.

Now learn a parable of the fig tree; when her branch is yet tender, and putteth forth leaves, ye know that summer is near

I learn nothing: that is, NOTHING     Nothing times the time of nothing and nothing multiplied the multiplication of nothing, a nothing lighting the lake to light and ladder to the light of nothing, and the nothing shines darkness      Nothing emanates and emits the west wind waves of darkness, and darkness mirrors the mer blue desert oasis: black ocean, black immersion, black baptism     Nothing alienates but comforts, the paradoxical xenoforming of the corpus of Christ     Nothing arts alchemy and astrology, the arcane and esoteric, the strange real presence of Christ in the Eucharist     I learn the dark light and light dark, shining into the invisible and unseen     flashing into the incomprehensible and unknown     I love the light which is my darkness     I love the light which is my desert     I enter entre echo echo the desert     I erode errant erasure absolving the desert     Light, eliminate my sins     Light-That-Is-Darkness, blanket Benjamin and temple my atonement
The Shamans may have or acquire spirit guide, who often guide and direct the shaman, although others only encounter them only when the shaman is a trance     It’s terrible to feel as a prophet; how much worse a shaman!  Yet somehow I will descend (again?) to the netherworld, and I fear it     I fear my blindness, a blind beast Benjamin who falls into a puddle and thinks he’s baptized     Benjamin who slinks into the sledge of a spirit and thinks shaman     The Spirits follow me      The gods and goddesses guide me     The emanation of the One leads me     The sefiroth of Adam Kadmon vessel light     I associate with angels     In trance, Taryn tinkers with my tongue, and my speech spins spells and prophecy     In trance, Taryn appears as tigress and lioness, the gnosis in the mouth ferocious     I feed on the fig that flashes form and figure: the human form and fire      Earthly son, son of man, the human one     earthly being, triple female, Zoe and Zebra      Christina camouflaged, and she survives as a serpent in the fig tree     She drinks and dreams as a dragon, feeding on my flesh, but my muscles multiply and regenerate as a renegade     The dragon rips rare ruthless and dips her tail into burning desert, my sister sidewinder     The sand seizes in sorcery, the spalting of divine sparks      His own El Saturn Records albums were usually printed in edition of 75 copies per album, and were sold primarily at life performances     Most El Saturn records were hand-decorated by Arkestra members, and these LP records sometimes sell for high prices among collectors     Benjamin, print the planets       Seduce Saturn through Shamanism     It’s melancholy machinations mimic and mature the animal     Ensoul the animal     Ensoul the stone (chop a piece of wood: I am there     The stones cry out hosanna and consume with tongues of fire, and each flame torches the soul     Perform the prayer     Perform with myrrh and frankincense, the preparation for the Flesh     Perform the tomb and Taryn, struck thunder to the trace      Collect the core of Christianity     Collect Christianity in its trash and crevices     Collect Christianity secret in desert caves, and the heat herds the letter     Christianity branches at the belly of the bellwether, and I collect the books that leaves prophecy     Branch blooms black the supernal darkness and suprarational register rocking reality beyond reality and real contra real     Branch barters blank the ground grafted ground diverging divine into divinity     Branch boisterous as a bazooka blasts silence, a violent vision in nothing by nothing through nothing      Branch blinks the dance swaying Spirit Wind Woman      Wolf Woman     Wolverine Woman       She sharpens strength on the scale and skate sharks and dragons      she shames me and shatters my ego the floor to the flesh forcing trance      Collect and connect     Cure in continuity, the cradle of magic     Carve in collection, the crescent of magicians     I enter something stranger, the branching darkness      I move into monstrosity, the darkness bifurcation     Branch borrows but I steal the magic      Branch obliterates oblation, the breakneck nettles pricking pints of light, and the light and dark trunk Taryn, Taryn sprouting spirit tender, her tendrils throating the soil      
Light and dark intermingle in incarnation, Taryn in her terrible twos struggling with her sister serpents       Branch bleeds branch: branch breeds branch, the egg hatching Holy Spirit     the live birth of the amphibious Christ, tadpole Taryn      Tender, tadpole Taryn populates the pupa, a shifting and mixed metamorphosis, and she plants plenty the population of lake wound and water     Water Taryn     Sprite Taryn     Nymph Taryn     brooding tender among the branches of pomegranates      She does not loosen her hold on the leaves but shakes their freedom     She deed not lace her haven on the leaves, but shorns their Flesh for shores
Summer approaches      Summer approaches the Desert      I read the Black Books by CG Jung     His soul solidifies itself in desert     Summer desert and summer spirit approaches my soul too, a God-Bearer and God-Being     Desert always appears, not as an apparition, but an actuality, and the sand surrounds my soul     Heat both hunts and heals my humanity     The sun as son and solar separates me from my soul as a skin, the tent or tabernacle assembling Taryn, and I invoke the sun as my God     I invite desert to be my Temple     Summer approaches     Summer advents Vision as the apple of my eye     Summer slanders summer in argument, the meandering slain surfacing from the sand full skeleton, and I approach my ancestors      I focus no fear on my forebeaerers      Desert vision caravans and I follow Nukvah as a nomad      I enter exodus and exile but the zone of Zebra zips as Zipporah circumcising my Spirit a bloody bridegroom for Yahweh      The desert yokes me to Yahweh      The sands chain me in ships to Yaldaboath and my doppelganger doubles as a demiurge      My demiurge drives me to my demiurge      My soul slashes toward the seed of Seth     Recognize your royalty     Ground God in the generator without a King     Sabbath sands serrates and separates      Sand shushes the sword section into holy silence     Quiet quaker: queue covenant     Quake the Tree of Life, this Taryn Torah at Mount Horeb     Ascend the mountain as the Seven of Coins and work the water     Wait on the we of waves     Tree trance Taryn Torah     Tree track Taryn transgression     Ascend the antinomian archway to the wonder of Woman, the whale well lariat, a bread without leavening     Ascend to the Testament of Transformation, the Tabor Light piercing person as psychonautics and psychotropiocs, the hermeneutics of the heroine     My heroine hisses as Christina      My heroine hasturs as Marie and Asia Rainey     Mound murders as Yahweh wells into Samael, the End of All Flesh swarming the snows     Mount massacres as Yahweh scorpions into Saklas, the sutures of my soul, and I ghost the guns of Hosts       I sound the cannon of Saboath, the orange grapeshot of the coasts     Hasten to the Eucharist     Remember your baptism      Consume body and blood, crucifixion and cannibalism coalesced     My body for your body on the mountain     My body for your body crushing the golden calf     My flesh for your flesh in the flame of Solomon     my flesh for your flesh in the sacrifice of halves      Desert shapes the base Benjamin     Desert renders the mountain buoyant     Mountain mouths moss moist moat the pervading sea     Mountain murky mourns the mass in months, apocalyptic time prominent among the apostles Taryn

Benjamin you fool, Benjamin you fraud, Benjamin you charlatan, come clean!  I strip off my garments and name myself naked Adam and nude Human     I strip off the god and goddess and expose my genitals     Here I am, in the sink of my psychosis and surrender     I empty even of Eucharist and earth      I float in aether as angels and archangels     I ascend orthogonal as an offering to spacetime and Taryn the South serpent     The stars select my path silicon and selene, the zone of Zebra Zodiac     My skin stretches in the solar wind     Wind whip wind Woman     Wind whir wine Woman     W9ind whisk wings Woman     My microcosm mutates into macrocosm     the members of my body become a map universal, and I write the aeons      In my placenta is pleroma     In my womb is Woman