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Thursday, January 16, 2014
Open your eyes to what I now reveal,
and you will see your thoughts and my words join
as one truth at the center of the round.
All that which dies and all that cannot die
reflect the radiance of that Idea
which God the Father through His love begets:
that Living Light, which from its radiant Source
streams forth Its light but never parts from It
nor from the Love which tri-unites with them,
of Its own grace sends down its rays, as if
reflected, through the nine subsistencies,
remaining sempiternally Itself.
Then it descends to the last potencies,
from act to act, becoming so diminished,
it brings forth only brief contingencies;
and by this term I mean things generated,
things which the moving heavens produce from seed
or not from seed. The wax of things like these
is more or less receptive, and the power
that shapes it, more or less effective––stamped
with the idea, it shines accordingly.
So trees of the same species may produce
dissimilar fruit, some better and some worse;
so men are born with diverse natural gifts.
And if the wax were perfectly disposed,
and if the heavens were at their highest power,
the brilliance of the seal would shine forth full;
but Nature can never transmit this light
in its full force––much like the artisan
who knows his craft but has a trembling hand.
But if the Fervent Love moves the Clear Vision
of the First Power and makes of that its seal,
the thing it stamps is perfect in all ways.
Dante, Paradise Canto XIII (Mark Musa translation)
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
FACULTY X (for Colin Wilson)
To see a unity of worlds drained of petulant colors dreaming a window to fabricate horizons into the peak ozone experience of atavistic layers zapped into the totemic sound waves of webs
percolating the forces that shudder silent light bliss beyond being
When that fragment is fragmented into "thin air" the spell woven into fourth dimensional aether
fabricating death draining it elementally into the earth sphere corrosion of charred vitalism plunging every depth a leveled synthesis of secret gradations to simulate a central pulse
To see the woven catatonic x-ray glimmers through the raw strata the psychic substance from which we all weave unknown essence
orator of crippled kings the rogue messiahs warring against sleepinternalize the infinite