LEFT AND RIGHT HANDS OF THE GOD - Azsacra Zarathustra & Adam Donaldson Powell (red seas under red skies txt) 📗
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us?
If it is truly destruction that we
both really want, then surely it is
Silence that is the Great Destroyer.
(sighs)
It is an uncomfortable silence, hostile and
fraught with projections and scheming.
It is a "noisy" silence ... quite different
from the Oneness of Unity and
the Absence of Separation.
It is a silence that makes angels and
the soldiers of Divine Intervention
cry with sadness.
(indignant)
But it is a silence that we know
all too well, Vrebatima ...
and so far, the only silence
we truly trust — deep down
inside ourselves.
(snickers nervously)
Es triste ... pero es cierto.
09. LEFT HAND OF THE GOD:
Be afraid of the Absence of
Evil:
not the dark,
not the beast,
not the blade,
not the poison —
but the Tear Itself will kill
the child!
The Grass Itself will kill
the lamb!
Not the shadow,
not the tiger —
but the Aroma and the Rose will kill
you!
I saw the terror of the first flower
on a Spring Field:
alone — it didn't want
to bloom for the Sky ...
didn't expose
itself to a Kindred Sun
and the first dew
trickled down it
and the first moth
was startled by it
and the first bee
flew away
show Your Nothingness to
the petals!
expose Yourself
without any blooming!
You are – the Void
without name
and shape ...
Come from
Nothing ...
And Again
Vanish ...
10. RIGHT HAND OF THE GOD:
Expose yourself — and wake up.
Yes ... wake up.
Wake up and
destroy the dream.
Embrace the nightmare
of Nothingness.
Caress the baldness.
Lick the Sword of Silence.
Stop waiting for Divine Intervention.
Become the Divine Intervention.
Let it be your zazen.
Sing me a lullaby without words,
and without sound.
I no longer believe in the messiah ...
or in the antichrist.
I see both in my own reflection
in the mirror of darkness.
The only tears that I have left
are tears of blood ...
it is only blood that I can offer you,
Vrebatima.
Tear down the cross and
send the virgins home.
I, Transforma, will sit on my mountaintop
and you, Vrebatima, will sit on yours.
We will bridge our differences by
watching over the goings on and
when necessary — cooperating on
keeping the populace in blindness.
Together, we will maintain the smokescreen,
with the help of religion and the media.
Always a sideshow
on the stage of consciousness...
distracting the masses from the real danger:
the sweet-sounding lies that soothe and abet.
I believe in the worms, Vrebatima ...
and the unspeakable names of
the gods within all who both embrace
and cower in Darkness.
Tear down the cross and
send the virgins home.
Das Ende des Endes.
Imprint
If it is truly destruction that we
both really want, then surely it is
Silence that is the Great Destroyer.
(sighs)
It is an uncomfortable silence, hostile and
fraught with projections and scheming.
It is a "noisy" silence ... quite different
from the Oneness of Unity and
the Absence of Separation.
It is a silence that makes angels and
the soldiers of Divine Intervention
cry with sadness.
(indignant)
But it is a silence that we know
all too well, Vrebatima ...
and so far, the only silence
we truly trust — deep down
inside ourselves.
(snickers nervously)
Es triste ... pero es cierto.
09. LEFT HAND OF THE GOD:
Be afraid of the Absence of
Evil:
not the dark,
not the beast,
not the blade,
not the poison —
but the Tear Itself will kill
the child!
The Grass Itself will kill
the lamb!
Not the shadow,
not the tiger —
but the Aroma and the Rose will kill
you!
I saw the terror of the first flower
on a Spring Field:
alone — it didn't want
to bloom for the Sky ...
didn't expose
itself to a Kindred Sun
and the first dew
trickled down it
and the first moth
was startled by it
and the first bee
flew away
show Your Nothingness to
the petals!
expose Yourself
without any blooming!
You are – the Void
without name
and shape ...
Come from
Nothing ...
And Again
Vanish ...
10. RIGHT HAND OF THE GOD:
Expose yourself — and wake up.
Yes ... wake up.
Wake up and
destroy the dream.
Embrace the nightmare
of Nothingness.
Caress the baldness.
Lick the Sword of Silence.
Stop waiting for Divine Intervention.
Become the Divine Intervention.
Let it be your zazen.
Sing me a lullaby without words,
and without sound.
I no longer believe in the messiah ...
or in the antichrist.
I see both in my own reflection
in the mirror of darkness.
The only tears that I have left
are tears of blood ...
it is only blood that I can offer you,
Vrebatima.
Tear down the cross and
send the virgins home.
I, Transforma, will sit on my mountaintop
and you, Vrebatima, will sit on yours.
We will bridge our differences by
watching over the goings on and
when necessary — cooperating on
keeping the populace in blindness.
Together, we will maintain the smokescreen,
with the help of religion and the media.
Always a sideshow
on the stage of consciousness...
distracting the masses from the real danger:
the sweet-sounding lies that soothe and abet.
I believe in the worms, Vrebatima ...
and the unspeakable names of
the gods within all who both embrace
and cower in Darkness.
Tear down the cross and
send the virgins home.
Das Ende des Endes.
Imprint
Publication Date: 03-10-2010
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