LEFT AND RIGHT HANDS OF THE GOD - Azsacra Zarathustra & Adam Donaldson Powell (red seas under red skies txt) 📗

is —
Before Αmerica
and After

Are you listening, Transforma?

Ich ist das Nichts zur Macht!
Ich ist das Leere zur Herrschaft!

Between us there can't be
Any Harmony.

Between you there can't be
any Germany.

The Fair Eagle of Severe Spirituality
has died forever.

The Chinese "I Ching" hexagrams
didn't turn into Ravenous Beasts.

Confucius is not inspired by
the voids of "Mein Kampf".

But, Transforma ... Tao killed the
dragons in vain —

Now bullets won't
find the revolver!

Nobody will shoot
The Yellow Emperor!
People forgot:

God's Dick — is the Ram of the Sky! —

The Аmerican Saturating Revolution
is not worth even a single dick of the
japanese kamikazes!

Europeans ...

pleasant Takheshi Khitano
will never repeat the hara-kiri of
Yukio Mishima.

Look —

exponent of piffling lives
"life of spirit" after suicide by
Hitler.


09. RIGHT HAND OF THE GOD:

бритый
Bald ... barren ... bare
as the mountaintop on
which we stand.

Our new vision shall
rise from the ashes,
as the Phoenix.

And I shall learn
to love you Vrebatima.
If not, then we shall
ride the missile of Hell
together — bareback ...

(snickers)

a crazy cossack
and a psycho cowboy

Azrael is my witness ...

we will never die ...
only our bodies will wither
and disintegrate to dust

and we shall be remembered
in the annals of history ...
perhaps as mere footnotes
remembered only by trivia fanatics
in decades to come.

But I will always dream of
our voyage, Vrebatima —
over and over again,
like a merry-go-round that
never stops, changing simple
joy to horror.

A bittersweet nightmare ...

If only the dreamer would
never wake up.

Can you promise me that ...
Vrebatima?
Бритый

yes, I love my bald dreams ...
and Russian caviar.


10. LEFT HAND OF THE GOD:

worms ...

only worms ...

now only worms are — Holy! —
always continuing, creeping through

dead God ...

Snakes slide away ...

Rats run away ...

The Mystery of Creatures wakes even God up ...

But when Jesus hears the word "culture" —
He doesn't take out a revolver:

John Lennon can masturbate,
jump, masturbate, jump,
masturbate, and jump
on and on ...

Do you see, Transforma —

even Lord Krishna left the Battlefield
and took Arjuna with him.
What for, O Lord?
To fuck Saint Silvia
in two holes.

Do you understand?

Gods and people — are only the Spirit's Porno!

Ja! Ja! Ja! —

Buddha's ejaculation into His own

Skull!

Nobody wants to eat
corpses of sybaritic
natives ...

Germans?

Where are the marching
Germans?

... there are no Wild
Holy Exotics ...

... no one exercises
in Breaching of the Spirit ...

... there's no one to be fed to
the rats ...

... the blood stopped to look for
Light ...

...a dick doesn't thirst for twats
of the Sun ...
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ex nihilo nihil fit.

satori?

samadhi?

Shun'ja!


PART TWO: POWER OF LEFT HAND OF THE GOD

LEFT HAND OF THE GOD: Azsacra Zarathustra
RIGHT HAND OF THE GOD: Adam Donaldson Powell


01. LEFT HAND OF THE GOD:

ego cogito, ergo sum?

Auf!
Auf! Nicht röcheln!
Nicht röcheln!

cogito Todt Ist,
sum ist Summa Summarum
Nichts =

Nein ist Nichts!
Nein ist Nichts!
Nein ist Nichts!

Auf —
Auf —

Nicht!

Here is the Key to it all:

Nichts Nichts Nichts
Nichts Nichts Nichts
Nichts Nichts Nichts
Nichts Nichts Nichts
Nichts Nichts Nichts
Nichts Nichts Nichts
Nichts Nichts Nichts
Nichts Nichts Nichts
Nichts Nichts Nichts
Nichts Nichts Nichts
Nichts Nichts Nichts
Nichts Nichts Nichts

Das Nichts zur Macht!
Die Leere zur Herrschaft!


02. RIGHT HAND OF THE GOD:

(sobs)
You undress my gods shamelessly,
Vrebatima!
I huddle and shiver in the shadows
of my own spirituality.
There is no god but God ...
and I am God — naked
and exposed in the face of
my own and collective
illusions and indiscretions.

What is the use?

Billions upon billions of gods
running around, making their
own realities in confusion.

Let us cut out the spiritual pork!
Bring back the Age of the Guru ...
and bring back the Prophets.
It is too much responsibility to
be my own god.

Tell me what to believe ...
show me how to act.
Lead me back into the
Darkness.

The Darkness of the Eternal Womb ...
the elixir of Nothingness.


03. LEFT HAND OF THE GOD:

I am not a Dark Tao. I'm not Nirvana.
I am not Om .........................

I am — Isana. I am – Nataraja.
I am — the Clear Transcendent of Death.

I am — The Left Hand of God —
and I can only Kill.

I Kill all the Truths.
And first of all — Myself
as a Truth ...

I AM – ABSOLUTE BREACH OF SPIRIT!

That's why — Killing myself! —
I know for sure:

Western gods — shit!

Eastern gods — huge
manure heap!

I know! — the old Will to Power
should be replaced with Nothing to Reign:

das Nichts zur Macht!

I see! — The Great Noon should
turn Emptiness into Domination:
das Leere zur Herrschaft!

The existing formulas are not enough:
"Be strong", "Werdet hart" ...

Now you should Kill

"yourself" — within Yourself ...

and even —

the Omnipotent within you!

Exactly so! It is only by killing the Omnipotent,
that you can understand the last
Truth of Horrors' Horrors:
"The Devil is Dead" — it is truly more
horrifying, than "God is dead".

O Great Gods! You are — Stinkers! —
too many of you ... but You are all still
alive. What a Lie ...

only one Devil is the Spirit of Honour! —
because he is always dead.

Deus est mortuus?

Diabolos mortuus est!


04. RIGHT HAND OF THE GOD:

I stand naked before you, Vrebatima ...
yeah — even naked before myself
and the god within me.

I have faced Death,
but Death was only mortality:
an experience that I longed for
only because it was faceless.
Hiding a secret that no one
really cared about anyway.

I am not proud, Vrebatima.
I weep for Amerika ...
and the <<dream>> ...
long since exposed as illusion.

Yea, I am naked and dirty, Vrebatima
... and blinded by the sunshine
reflected on the snowcaps.

I hear you ... but you must
court me if I am to believe you.
I only know Détente ...
I have never known Love.

Silence is greater than
the absence of Noise.

бритый

Bald ... barren ... bare.
It is in the Nothingness
that I find meaning, and there
that my Existence has value.

бритый
Bald ... barren ... bare ...
stripped of all intent;
an existence devoid of fear
and purpose.

бритый

Bald ... barren ... bare
as the Now ... the moment,
of Silence ...
without expectation or
apprehension.

бритый

Bald ... barren ... bare ...
as the word "no" —
whispered in orgasmic
ecstasy.

бритый

Bald ... barren ... bare ...
stripped of all humanity
and self-respect by the
airport scanners.


05. LEFT HAND OF THE GOD:

Also sprach Zarathustra:
Gelobt sei, was hart macht!

Naked? ... But that's not enough —
you need more,
you need to strip your skin off
while still alive:
reveal your bones —
reveal your intestines —
reveal your Emptiness!

Aha! ... Transforma demanded
"to cut the spiritual pork out of gods" —
and suddenly ... immediately surrendered
without a battle.

Spiritual rebellion but for a moment?

Do you only wish to "suck off" the Gods? —

in this case Hölderlin will question you with
severity.

It's better to be like Lord Krishna —
to fuck the 100 000 beautiful gopis
immediately and all at once.

But it is — the same decadence, Transforma!

Better yet, let me quote
"The Dhammapada" for You:
He killed his mother and father,
and two kings from
Kshatriya's caste, destroyed the kingdom together
with its population, the brahmin became
imperturbable —

Does it mean anything to you?

Here are the words regarding Spiritual Luxury
from the regal
"Bhagavad-Gita":
I have become Death,
I have become the shatterer of worlds!

Kill the Gods, Transforma!
Kill this eternal whining, crying, quaggy,
tear-dropping god Eros!

Kill your own dick!

Exterminate all the stupid lovers,
poets, readers, spectators of Your
Exhibitionist mania —

shoot them all down!

As earlier in old, good Germany,
we will talk in the language
of the Clear Transcendent —

Transzendentalphilosophie!

THE HIGHER TRANSCENDENT IS SHAPED FROM
NOTHING —

WITHOUT dicks!
WITHOUT twats!

Only — "das Ding an sich"!

Do you know that Kant was good at shooting
with his "Shmaiser"?

hitting: 10 out of 10!

And can you do that?
I remember, that in
"The Tibetan Book of the Dead"
the following was written:
There will be a time —

Hitler constantly shooting himself
might miss sometime
and make a hole in somebody's head —

it will be Your head, Transforma!
It is so mulish
that even Buddha could break
a stick against it ...

Bang! ...

Bang! ...

Bang! ...

How many sticks are necessary to break
against your bald head?

The Right hand of God should do
more than just masturbate.

Stop wasting seed
and tears ...

Buddha said: no more Existence!

THERE WILL NEVER BE EXISTENCE!!!

Nullpunkt!

Nichts!

..................
Schreibe mit Blut:
und du wirst erfahren,
dass Blut Geist ist.


06. RIGHT HAND OF THE GOD:

Vrebatima, surely I will never
reconcile with you in this world.
The old rules worked just fine
until recently; money, power,
greed and the threat of missiles
and sex have always been
our personal gods.
Do not fool yourself.

I will send you some beautiful
black orchids, dripping with
the blood of one thousand
national anthems ... and then
you will understand and
once again cry tears of joy
for our lost Cold War.

It was our only hope for peace.
Our only real expression of Love.
The only proof of Existence.

What is the use of Divine Intervention?
What was the point of the crucifixion
or the Holy Wars?

If we achieve peace then we must
find new enemies in outer space ...
it is the way of humans, Vrebatima.
It is the way of the Warrior God.

Meet me at nightfall — in the barren courtyard.
And bring your Sword of Silence!


07. LEFT HAND OF THE GOD:

... this and then there is Victory?

I will quickly draw a Sword of Silence,
strike a blow —

and Silence has already approached ...
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08. RIGHT HAND OF THE GOD:

(sobs)
... and so it ends, Vrebatima.
In cold silence — detente.
Once again we agree not to
communicate, not to seek
resolution or understanding.
Is it really human nature and
the way of the gods, or is it