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Posted by John Midas Proulx on Saturday April 29, @08:46AM
| The Damned and Dead Prophet
from the god-man-out dept.
These inspired writings were received via a direct stream of
consciousness transmitted by my Holy Guardian Angel, and put to paper by
means of automatic writing. I will make no effort to get into the mechanics
of the attainment of the knowledge and conversation of the H.G.A , because
although there are some books dedicated to this most holy operation I had no
knowledge of their existence at the time that I first began this work. In my
case the entire process was brought about by the circumstances of my life,
being solitude and an intense desire for spiritual enlightenment. I spent a
year living in an cottage with no electricity, plumbing or any other modern
convenience. The combination of solitude and desire can create a fertile
environment where great works of spiritual and magical evolution are done
with relative ease. I will make no commentary on these passages for fear of
contaminating the readers interpretation of the work, as I believe it is
necessary for the individual to interpret this type of material unimpeded by
the interpretations of another. I submit this article in the hopes of
receiving feedback from the reader.
- We are very much alike the two of us. Yet how different we
are in your deceit and the misery it brings upon your apostles. What a
beautiful pair we make in our continuous cycle of self-destruction and
reconstruction, in our lust, our perversity, or the lack thereof. Think not
to extinguish the fire of creation or the spark of self-realization from
which that fire is born. Think not to drown them in the waters of your
impotent baptismal drudgery. Coward! See that the lie of salvation only
through the blood of the lamb is as futile as your attempts to put out the
fire that is my desire. My nature is to absorb you, to cast my shadow over
you. So steer clear of me, and make no attempts to drown me in the passive
aggressive trickery of your doctrine of the washing away of sins. For you
will find no guilt here. No sins in need of washing away. There is No Sin,
and that is the way and the light and the glory of the kingdom of heaven.
- I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end
such as all men are. And all that have not the wisdom of that knowledge
shall never stand upright in my presence. For what can the ignorant do in
the face of divinity but prostrate them selves before it, and remain in it’s
shadow saying "please show me the mystery that is your greatness. Let me out
of the shadows and into the light." Know that if you stand in my light I
will blind you. If you stand in my shadow I will smother you. Stand at my
side and the soft glow of the fire of creation will warm and nurture you
- Hear me sons of men and know that my prophet is upon the
earth. He is the son of a whore and his father is a temple to savagery and
ignorance. My prophet shall be a whore such as his mother, until my flame is
upon his ear, and I will make of him a king. Let him be tempered by the
fire, and make of his body a temple and an altar of strength and endless
light. He shall be a warrior on every plane, but remain a poet in his heart.
Let all that hear the word have understanding and know that every syllable
he utters is a word and a name for God.
- Know that you are made in the image of the divine spirit,
spit forth from his mouth, the Bitter taste of weakness still souring the
palate. Let the elements temper you. Make of your body a temple and an
altar. You are a sacrifice I make unto myself
- Make of thy wife a temple and an altar. Enter whispering
this, a conjuration of the
Damned Prophet. "O Damned and dead prophet lay thy sacrifice upon the altar
and the fruits of thy sacrifice shall be giants and mighty men of great
renown, and they shall know their will upon the earth forever and ever Amen."
Oh! Damned and dead prophet, have you not the strength to fend off the
maggots, to put an end to their feast? Where does thy body lie? Tell me the
secret of that burial place that I may gather up thy bones from the grave.
There will be grand a conjuration and the might of my prophesy will be made
threefold by the power of the soil of thy grave alone. I will fashion
jewelry and spells from the bones. I shall gather you up and paint and
polish thy skull. Never again will an insect enter it through the sockets,
and you will be among friends, anointed with incense, and sit at the head of
the table of my house.
- I am holy, holy, and holy. The blood, the eye, and the cock are
holy. I am the vessel and the master of all it contains. Know that this body
contains every thing in the heavens and the earth. The elements reside in
the limbs, in the heart. The mind, creation, the expression of true will
deifies the body. I am holy, holy, and holy. The blood, the eye, and the
cock are holy.
As for the days, the hours and their importance know that the
celestial bodies have influence over the mind of the magician. "As above so
below". The magician’s mind has direct influence over the
celestial bodies and their energies. Do not be directed, but seize and
direct that energy.
- Here I suffered the torments of Hell being solitude and
Here I walked the ground I feared to tread.
In the shadows, and desolation.
Here I heard the prayers of those I would call brother,
And was an impotent and ineffectual angel.
Here I was born into perfection, of self, and of purpose.
From the darkness of the abyss I cried out "I know now that I am not
And was set to my task.
I am Gods shadow cast over the earth; I am the night sky.
- I am the fire and the fury.
I am that dead and damned thing burning in the night sky.
O starry night, a flame burning it’s sign into the earth.
A tempest wild in the chest neatly housed in the eye.
Who has it in their mind to put a name to me?
Who has it in their soul to put a word to me?
Address me proper, with no name, or word.
Address me by strange grunts, for there is no name that will suit me besides
- Know that in my path the ground shall be as fire, whereby no other
shall pass.No thing shall taste of the sun in my presence, for my shadow is
all, and the earth shall be made barren by my passing. Know that mine is the
face of death, and I will appear to you as an Angel of light.
- I am the Dark Seed and all that drink of, or fill their cup of
the life’s blood shall be the bearers of my wisdom. Let the skeptics for
three days and nights take no food, or drink besides the blood, and by the
power of that dark infusion they shall taste of the spring of inspiration.