Notes and Letters
on
The Autobiography of God Almighty
by
Jim Overbeck
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The Cretin City Notes & Letters.
Introduction page 1
Note to R/phy 3
Note to R/phy 5
Note to R/phy 7
Note to R/phy 11
Note to R/phy 15
Note to R/phy 17
Note to a female meat-eater 19
Note to miss meat-eater 21
Note to Dark Angel 23
Note to Suze 25
Note to R/phy 27
Note to R/phy 29
Note to Suze 32
Note to Anne 90
Letter to Anne 91
Letter to Mark A. 94
Letter to the Darling Girl 96
Letter to Anne 99
Letter to the Darling Boy 107
Note to Mark A. 108 Note to Almighty God 110
Letter to Suze 111
Letter to Mark A. 113
Letter to R/phy 131
Letter to God 139
Letter to Mai 149
Letter to G. P. 161
Notes to G. P. 181
Letters to Miss D. 194
Notes and Letters from Ravenswood.
Letter to God 207
‘Sidebar’ to Letter to God Almighty 226
‘Sidebar’ on Kant 227
‘Sidebar’ on gods and goddesses 231
‘Note to M.’ 240
‘Sidebar’ on Kant 243
‘Sidebar’ on Kant’s Infinity 246
Letter to Prof Y ... ‘Herpes Trismegistus’ 250
‘Sidebar’ towards Hegel via Kant 258
‘Sidebar’ on Hegel 262
Notes on ‘Humanity’ 280
Communication to Dr M. E. 310 To R. K. 356
God to God 387
Darling Louise 400
Appendices A & B 410
Index 435
fotos and pictures
preceding page 1 . . . . Jim Overbeck, mid-30s facing page 106 . . . . Suze Overbeck, 30-ish facing page 140 . . . . Overbeck again, 30-ish after page 207 . . . . Ralph Kessler, aged 17 after page 247 . . . . demon attack drawing after page 311 . . . . gnostic lightshow drawing after page 405 . . . . Calvin lobotomized drawing
Introduction
What ostensibly started off as the seduction of a seventeen year old boy by a thirty six year old man was not all it seemed. Ralph K. was considered ‘too pretty’ by his contemporaries, and this carried all kinds of implications. The first letters, or parts thereof, are meant to find common ground and grope in that direction. They are stylishly inept in reaching for ‘accommodation, sexual and otherwise, with a teenager of high intelligence’. Overbeck’s designs began to emerge rapidly, especially after the initial liaison, and these make up some of the serious parts of the notes and letters which follow.
Overbeck was essentially an intellectual adventurer; hence he needed an adventurous boy (or two) to add to his wife and mistresses. By then the latter amounted to many hundreds. What the attraction was, Overbeck commented, was hardly physical - it was more something to do with kindness. However, boredom was virtually never at issue: things happened, things of an extra- ordinary kind, as those who read the following manuscript closely will surmise. The work as such is largely fragmented; at first the reader will not know what is going on at all; but Overbeck’s strange universe becomes apparent to those who persist. Much of what he wrote is destroyed: 99% of his mathematical studies were burned (literally hundreds of pages), 100% of his early writings on the Greeks, especially analyses of the origins of religion, and so forth. No matter, enough survives to put together the slant of his thought. And who is Overbeck that we should glance into his soul? This is no biography but life does occur. Jim Overbeck claimed God as such paid him several visits. This quiet claim led him into much trouble; but some who went in to ‘gun-sling’ him, to take him out, stayed to listen. This collection comprises some of the talk on which their attention fastened. It is in no particular order, at least in details, because of the diversity of its sources: notebooks, notes, letters (most certainly not intended for publication and, therefore, poor in style, very colloquial, and so on. Much is repetitive, or so it seems, but its content is, in the last analysis, its delivery). Some of the thought expressed in this work is quite shattering. If the reader has the courage to go on, he or she might fall prey to some of the horror discussed in its pages. There are some extremely frightening things contained herein, so some resolve is required. And it is also possible that some of this book will twist your life around. In the text we have left in numerous irritants: copious uses of i.e.’s, e.g.’s, &c.’s, perambulating sentences, in fact, a critic’s field-day; but the urgency of the message, if that, indeed, is what it is, does not suffer by the occasional roughness used in the text. The foulness of the language we have sometimes ‘gentled down’, although enough remains to give some hint of the original. The examination of blasphemy is precisely that, no more or less. But we do feel, most strongly, that the world must benefit from Overbeck ‘ghost writing’ - partly at
1 least, sometimes at a distance - the autobiography of God Almighty. No book in human history has ever attempted this profoundly difficult feat. How well it succeeds is another matter: but, finally, and for the first time, someone at least has tried. We now seriously warn you of an approaching waking nightmare. Whether this is a masterwork of the 20th or 21st century, we leave the reader to decide.One thing is, however, certain: here the rising star of genius shines in the face of humanity - if, that is, that is what it is. We bid you enter a great adventure, which, though disturbing, should put to right many profound difficulties in all our lives. Take it as it ‘effects’ you. Ignore it at your peril. ‘Roller-coast’ through hell; and go to Heaven.
2 Note to R/phy from Cretin City # 1.2/79.
I'm not familiar with writing to a 17 yr old boy who is as virulently pretty as a ripe young girl: it appears I must watch what I say, particularly so as not to be thought of as condescending: perhaps I am a condescending son-of-a-bitch period ... I wrote to you a very long letter (of sound advice & weird tales), but dished it with an irritated sigh, thinking shit! how do I reach this beautiful kid!?, because reach you I shall if it is at all possible....
I am aware of the great difficulties in bridging the gap of age & experience: I'm 36 and feel like a galactic version of a cigar-chewing infantry sergeant - too long in the trenches - confronted by Sweetpea (ref the early Popeye scripts), with a speech-bubble coming from his head, saying gug, except you appear to say I am neurotic. This is not true, son - or should that be miss? - although, even if it is, some neurosis comes from being born with nerve.
You I like inordinately, so allow me the veteran-to-greenhorn stance: give a little by recognizing that the barrier is not impenetrable, but that we have inner characteristics with highly marked differences, the most singular of which is a vision of things generally, meaning, for example, a more jaded inner network & processes shaped by events in a very unusual life, such as playing psychic roulette too many times against psychotropic mutants with multiple eyes & luminous bodies: hence, when I refer somewhat enigmatically to the Christ event, recognize it means something outside your immediate knowledge. I should say it's what I am all about, as my inner frameworks are saturated with formulae & concepts derived from contacts with the aforementioned entities (viz) divine beings.
Your tentative inquiries interested me, particularly as I'm prone to minds high above the norm. I appreciate minds which can cut into reality presented as an on-going mystery. True minds do not form inflexible opinions: rather they hone themselves like razors, because criticality is that sharp. I would like you to check out some events incisively .. spontaneously .. thus experientially. Mind to me means heart with no critical dissociation. The ability of thought to feel & feelings to think is integral ... Integral, cohesive, expansive, flexible, critical. Such a mind must run into difficulties .. A mind worthy to be tested and to test. So it requires courage in the face of adversity, humour - however grim - in the face of despair: hence, learning is a necessity which requires a literally open mind & although much conceit lays claim to this, it is extremely rare ....
I like the point you made about clear conscience linked to not hurting anyone. Very sound, though you will find there is something far superior to conscience in guiding one's intellect (viz) metamorphic light; but more of this
3 later when we get to know each other. Suffice it for now to say, gladiators of the psyche are difficult to come by, especially in a world which approaches reality only marginally. Nietzsche once said that a mind which opened itself to the fullest extent would instantaneously go mad: rather, his madness is proof that his mind did not open fully. Mind can go beyond madness and, literally, enter glorious Heaven. But more on all this later.
4 Note to R/phy from Cretin City # 2.5/79.
I now feel sure you are going to satisfy my desire ... to find a pleasing kid with the innocence of a child & the perspicacity & cutting edge of a critical intellect. Innocence combined with intellect is a major key to the divine. Sunshine, you give me hope of things to come. One of the ways I love my Suzie is to see her for what she always is, when, as a little girl, she played with a pair of wings fixed on her back, carrying a magic wand. The other children ignored this sort of play, so she stood on a mound and looked the way she does. There is a way to know someone which is the way we should all see each other, and of which our divine kinship is the living symbol .. a way such as I sometimes saw the world when I was a small boy - as it were golden, with tints & feelings untrammeled, standing innocent before God and ourselves. Coupled with that, of course, we now have conceptual combat in an active sense & the difficulties of mind which all psychic warriors possess, whose eye is intent on piercing through to greatness. There is something particularly pleasing about a young warrior after Truth, who scents a subtle nuance & pursues it through active intelligence and excellent courtesy. Have no doubt whatsoever that what I am guardedly referring to exists in pristine fashion. Access to it is not a matter of mere visions & perceptions which, if met with, should be regarded with extreme caution, suspicion & criticality; rather it is a question of three things:
[A]. exploration of theological & religious ontologies (not simply abstractions);
[B]. furtherance of the ability to move ontologies in power;
[C]. prayer - i.e. - not of the inefficacious type used by poseurs who do not know God, but its use to clear the way to fulminating peace & glory.
You are quite correct in saying vice is its own reward, but somewhat short on the surrounding frame. What, for example, is the reward of a vicious god, say one manifesting as a warmonger or mass murderer ... something appearing as human (whilst in reality a son of God Almighty) actively in rebellion against the Immaculate Throne of the Most High and, in consequence, against the very heart of the human race as it was meant to be constituted? How would you judge such a deific mutant if it was brought before you, unrepentant at having devastated & thoroughly bloodied innocent women & children? What if, at some stage, you were given your wings back & asked to serve the Most High in the world (with all its terrors and mind-crippling forms of being)? Anyway, sweetness, not to indulge you in too many real possibilities. Allow me instead to tell you about Christ, the only entity I will bow the knee to & allow to be my Master. The life in Christ for me is daily agony (.. I do not use
5 this word lightly); however, agony is not life's raison d'etre .. I live to see God alias Love the more. When I cannot experience love, I find life awful, that is, when any other reality appears to be dominant - formality, hardness, coldness, etc. Only love - all the rest is nonsense, or worse ..
To love there is no end: it will eventually conquer all the deserving. All I can say to you is I have seen its power within Heaven - such staggering immensity! - and nothing will successfully withstand its magnificence. On the Throne of this absolutely true but impossible configuration of brilliant Being sits the Lamb of God, whiter than driven snow. This Nazarene, with bloodied brow, rules. His rule is impeccable & innocent - the only rule that is - and one mere glimpse of this is worth ten billion times the world's wisdom. It is this Nazarene Who whistles the fly out of Egypt and the gnat out of Babylon. So, may the Lord bring you forth .... Do not worry about my troublesome charisma - my blighted reputation - and the putative heavy metal front I choose to wear. No, I am not a murderer. Soft hearts are moulded in the crucible of affliction. You are helping me in ways unknown to yourself. Simply recognize that life is an on-going ontology, a turmoil that effects us all: it cannot be exhausted or known by any superimposed pattern of man. There is no reason big enough for God; and reason conjoined to the ostensible is easily shattered. What use is knowledge if it is not true? Always try to let Truth guide you: hate the lie. Personally, if the light of Truth does not shine, I am afraid. Hence, it was with great resolve I managed to find Truth - staggering, impossible, utterly amazing, holy - indeed, thrice-holy, and I have been wondering what hit me since.
6 Note to R/phy from Cretin City # 3.5/79.
More of the same. There is no obligation to reply on your part as you are doing me a service ref sharpening minor dialectical skills and making me think.
[A]. A long time ago a contemplative (female) Orthodox monk - Maria of Whitby - told me academic life was hell. Inside I said No! because I supposed my reason naturally pointed to academic life. So knowing better on I went, whilst really knowing she was right. University life is a low metaphysical structure .. a world of (mere) theory & part of the bourgeoise-scholarly con, which attempts to stave off & ignore tragedy - usually other people's - by a consensus veneer of delusion. Academia is slavery to the appearance of knowledge & it negates the primal being of you with its thirst for authentic experience & puts in its place the causality con of antecedent & consequent - this makes that happen, as if the divine is thereby minimalized (hence the suburban superstition of scientific method) .. In short, it is tonality manifest and thorough, meant to ward off the implicit horror of declassé terror, viz, barbaric instinct with the deific thought of as nowhere in play: thus it is a politico-economic configuration first & foremost, and all such configurations outlaw deific powers ......
[B]. And this, darling, is the social nexus you inhabit, with the academic & non-deific salon as its apogee. Its behavioural connections are profoundly phoney (hence the rebellion of Romanticism, a concoction straight out of degenerative straightdom & the High Church font, although there is nothing high in the High Church) ... Now when I saw the Light above the Light (8/9 yrs ago) it was not a graded experience, as if there is a spiritual norm, but something commensurate with finding the Holy Grail & thus actually dying. I went on one knee to receive the entire panoply of Heaven & in that timeless instance the whole of quotidian reality became vile. The sewerage of earth - Dante's rivers of excrement - ever flows .... Perhaps you know the story of king Midas capturing the daemon, Silenus, an alter-ego of Dionysus-Zagreuth, and asking him to relate the highest good for man? Answer: "Ephemeral wretch, begotten by accident & toil, why do you force me to tell you what would be your greatest boon not to hear? What would be best for you is quite beyond your reach: not to have been born, not to be, to be nothing. But second best is to die soon". This is the absolute vomit of pessimism, which is really nothing but the outside of Heaven or Heaven inaccessible, a vastly prevalent & predominant ideology ruling large sections of mankind. Fortunately, a few of us know the way back & it is this I will be relating to you ....
[C]. Maybe Mark's yen for Zen & his Japanese inheritance is a reflection of Silenus on the tonal front; but the mind - and the imp of perversity - moves
7 against this alleged instinct. A lesser mind easily accepts crude tonality, but a greater one usually requires a finer self-kiddology, such as education & indoctrination, or the pose of life and suffering in abstraction. What is a priest but the man who acknowledges the flayed & dismembered resurrection god on the tonal scale, while keeping the sexual murder of his psyche at bay? Or is he a gladiator who hopes, via adroitness, to sustain the least number of wounds, so that the Imperator will say he has fought well: come and stand at my side, O brave warrior ...? I have never met one priest who is not cast from appearances, but Christ received only stripes & spit from these f***ing leeches of the Imperium ... It is small wonder I walked away from the priesthood with contempt, as they, specifically, guard against the Vision of God. My crime is to frequently experience it.
[D]. So, I suppose serfdom, subscription & kinship with the collective of mutants - and the sharing of their ideological dregs - is not my vocation. I would rather take on Almighty God by assaulting the Throne: or, provocatively, take out Almighty God, because He Himself beckons on His mighty sons to such radiant aspiration. The gutless castratism of western man has man himself shave off his own genitalia, as with the Phrygian priests of Cybele, and thus such self-mutilation overthrows the more ancient idea of Chronos spaying Uranos - time spaying Heaven - or Prometheus warring against Zeus .... Let us say then that ontological rebellion is required .. not against the world, which ever remains a cess-pit, but against the greatest of all the gods, the Galilean. Evidently, to oppose Him with evil via the satanic is mere stupidity, as Satan must lose & I am not into losing ... Thus, what is my game & where do you come in? First of all, what it is not .....
[E]. It is not the eliciting of your genius - the genius of noble youth - ferreted out by a Socratic pedantic-pederastic ideation freak, based on the premiss knowledge can be taught, when, judging by the state of things, it cannot, say, on the model of Alkibiades, the rouged darling & wild thing of an aristocratic oligarchy. This is because moves regarding Sokrates-Alkibiades are the tonal front for another myth, viz: Zeus-Ganymedes, the latter taken anally by a metamorphosized eagle & made into both cupbearer & catamite, this being consonant with Plato's dictum the good = orthos paiderestein or the right sort of pederasty ... I mean: who would wish to lower himself to equality with Zeus!? Christ's cupbearer, of course, betrayed Him .... I will mount you in another way, consent forthcoming.
[F]. Nor is it based on fear of human or divine vice, as one must never be intimidated by vicious configurations, nor shirk them as taboos by tonal pretence, as if they do not exist for one's class, caste, cult, and so forth. Fear is a lie which forces a contradiction & screening device into the libido, resulting in
8 excitation consisting of minor revelations to the ego, the thyrsus alternatively veiled & unveiled to release reproductive energy into the holy-posing mind ... the unveiling of the sacred object (anakalypsis) as sexual or non-sexual .. etc. One must dare the sexually impossible & go beyond the human. Rather, my way is based on the psychic efficacy of mythopoeic power, as it faces as fact the condition that if one says No! to something it comes back the stronger; and if one says Yes! one loses .. So what is the alternative to this strange see-saw? I will give you some ideas towards an answer, so: one requires constant attempts at reintegrating mythopoeic factors (as expressed tonally) with the unique manifestations behind tonality; hence, there must be a constant sabotaging of products generated by the great machine - the logical engine - of rationality & a cutting away of the planks of human logical schematics, so that products become transcendent. This suggests recourse to that which requires negation (e.g. education & learning), so as to demonstrate the validity of negation vis-à-vis abstraction, thought, entityship conjoined to thinghood, etc., the result of which is usually termed agnosia. This implies rebellion against all personae, prosopa & schemata which do not express a rise on the divine perpendicular, and this is especially necessary if one wishes to oppose God with a better version of Himself. This means a strict subordination of all forms on the horizontal, that is, on the historico-spatio-temporal plane, which deprive us of the rise into actual transcendence or which, indeed, sufficiently trim it so a loss of height occurs ref the archangelic spheres, seraphic realms, celestial dynasties, on the way to the confrontation with God. In reality this is rebellion against every imitative genre, first by assimilating subordinate personae wherever possible & then by sabotaging such personae by altering the axiological frames which give rise to them - e.g. - by creating frames anew and thus by fulfilling innate creatorship ... Thus, f*** mere creaturedom & the ways of humans! Let those for whom it suffices have it. By creating uniquely new combinations of schemata (all of which are based on the irreducibility of the imago Dei), any combinatorial set, pattern or projection forwarded by others is revoked. (So, nuts!, dear boy, to the vaunted psychological mode of perception, as it fails to cast its net wide, high or deep enough to ensnare deific freedom). And N.B. others in this context includes God Almighty, because as we are made in His image as creators, what is to stop a seminal contest against His creatorship .. or better creatorship than His ..!? Hence, my ontological rebellion precludes identification with any other manifestation, divine or human. A creator must be a unique axis even if intrinsically related to the unique axis; and I see this as leading to the primordial contest of God versus the gods. Consequently, there must be a refusal of identification with any other creator - YHWH, Zeus ... - and no subordination or subscription to and with any lesser role, such as worshipper, acolyte, follower, devotee, and so forth. What follows from this? Naturally, I am suggesting God versus God in a ramification of diversity ..on the battlefield of the psyche.
9 Ultimately, of course, if I cannot get away with this high struggle, it will at least stop the real God Almighty from being pissed off with the usual, normative, boring, worshipful drag show. Now this evidently implies a restructuring of values in eliciting the high, but you must carefully recognize that this immaculate war is fought according to the power of the Most High: against this it is worthy to win by losing. More later ...
10 Note to R/phy from Cretin City # 4.6/79.
Evidently, clarification is required for this impending program of critical mysticism, in order that there is no misunderstanding of my methodology. I am attempting to impart to you high modes of criticality where Christ Almighty is concerned, especially the high mode of assuming Deity directly, as far as is possible; or, as far as He allows the possibility. This is not a matter of literal usurpation: nor is it a gross identification with the parameters of omnipotence, power or ego inflation. Rather, I am suggesting a trickster's adventure in high theological finesse, largely on the following grounds:
[1]. God's action in the world is thoroughly wanting, desperately so, even on a minute by minute basis, such that His complicity in allowing horror, suffering and crime indicts Him to the shame of Himself and those that love Him. This allows the possible implication that one could do better - i.e. - as Him, if one were Him: given His power, eschewing psychotic projection & wishful think, things should not be as they are in this worst of all possible worlds ....
[2]. Given the foulness of the human condition, one cannot simply quote the imperfection of free will in a collective of individuated humans as a cause; nor even mankind's denying His help; but a direct indictment has validity if God's bastard, Christ, is sleeping or uncaring or something similar. So: damn this Saviour Who could not or cannot engender a more magnificent ontology than the one prevailing: ergo, I can do better. Hence, with Nietzsche or Rimbaud - both of whom died in agony - I will attempt to take over existence, at least via literary & theological theory. Fortunately (or not) I have more intelligence than many geniuses, plus I have sheer power in the realm of the Holy Ghost denied to and-or unforthcoming for innumerable lesser theorists, including access to the miraculous. Therefore, I will aim to criticize the Almighty's conspicuous absence by living a greater ontology.
[3]. Evidently, I have no capacity to raise the dead, as if bringing the dead back here is a salutory action. Nor can I walk on water, as if controlling the elements excuses slaughtering tens of thousands drowned in seas of agonizing ice or boiling lava. Nor have I the power to cure the blind, as if their seeing the rotting excrement of life & human behaviour is itself commendable. All I have is a (depth) psychological blueprint for a better God Almighty (viz) one in Whom hideously sickening pain is not the soul & sole credo & gauntlet of genuine love. It is time for extreme radicalism of a type previously not known & absolutely unknown: hence, ontological rebellion of such a type that it precludes identification with any manifestation, divine or human (as I have previously communicated to you in embryo): therefore, I have in mind a critical assault on the lack of gains in the life of Christ as God. This is not a mere
11 exercise in blasphemous infamy - although this I will examine dispassionately, passion allowing - but it is a means of scouring extreme criticality for valid argumentation against Christ.
[4]. To criticize Christ Almighty it is necessary to assume the mantle, mind and genitalia of God Almighty Himself, especially as there could be no better informed critic. No more lethal or telling challenge could issue forth against Deity than by Christ Almighty, especially by Christ Almighty ashamed of His inefficacy in the face of a world full of snarling torment, seering torture & seething horror. Let God blaspheme Himself through me for the lack of soteriological ends. I assert I can do better, and even my lack of power in accomplishing this end indicts Him Who fails to give me the necessary means. Apparently, He has the power but fails to use it. Better that Christ had hanged Himself from shame than been crucified for the guilt to fall on others - e.g. - others who have been butchered by Christ's followers - murderous f***ing scum of Christians - in living out predestinate shit for His greater glory...
Thus, I am trying to secure Christ Almighty's reputation as His eu-daimon: perhaps as His demon: to secure God against His own criticism, in the hope of stirring this omnipotent behemoth from His own quagnivorous torpor where, in the face of countless millions of tormented & suffering mortals, apparent indifference is the stark fact of quotidian obviousness. Allowing horror to occur is the negation of love explicated as mystery. The human race cries, F*** mystery and f*** God! It is necessary to regenerate God Almighty from within to bring about the loving solution of everything ..... So, let me give you an example of a philosophical (anthropological) problem, which seems to demonstrate God’s mighty uselessness: the case of Nietzsche. There is sufficient evidence to my mind to vouchsafe Nietzsche's having known of his inevitable collapse through syphilis as a congenital legacy. Nietzsche would have had virtually no choice in opting for necessitarianism in his philosophical work. Notwithstanding the Germanic predilection for such a doctrine - it is, after all, to be found in Luther, Leibniz, Hamann, Schopenhauer & others - Nietzsche's innate fatalism is, as it were, forced on Him by Deity: more strictly, through adverse conditions found under Deity. One could argue, fairly successfully, that the responsibility is not God's: for example, that the gods in rebellion against the Most High chose imperfect manhood & thus brought about the current (vicious) state of affairs - i.e. - that the war in Heaven was & is real & that the lower battlefield has continuity under the guise of that we are humans & nothing more: thus an outlandish but not impossible hypothesis. This hypothesis, therefore, carries the implication that the human mass distorts itself via mutation - ostensibly via mutation - that is, something distorts itself into the human mass means the divine gods mutate into the human mass: the gods pose as human. This then carries the further implication that the foundations of the
12 world are out of course - i.e. - that the institutions of the human mass are totally insane..... And by this I include virtually all human thought networks, or networks which have not been re-divinized. Nietzsche would then have been doubly unfortunate, in being both syphilitic and as insane as his human peers. Furthermore, one could then spell out consequences from this suggestion & theorize immediately that the reputedly sane inculcate mutancy as a norm and state that sanity is nothing more than a supposition reached by consensuses of power via numerical (mutant) dominance. The human mass asserts its humanity as if it is human: this it declares sane. Its contrary is declared insane, but I assert that the contrary is true. The appearances of the human mass are fashioned by tonality & they are capable of arbitrary disruption. Now in this scheme all beings who did not side with Christ in the war in Heaven could retain mutancy whilst on earth via the consequences of a higher choice. But what of the rest? Why are they on earth also? Are they incarnate volunteers? Or are they casualties? Whatever the cause of this manifest nightmare of earth, this hideous earth, its solution requires an ontological formula of mammoth or inordinate power. So, let us begin to size up the problem in some detail. First: religion. Most religion is mythopoeic externalization, meant to keep the actualization of God at bay. Religion is a form of abstract postponement: something is at least one remove away; and it is anodyne display & the overt posturing of mutancy. It is likewise with mutant proofs of God's existence: all that is proved, at most, if anything at all, is merely God's existence as an abstraction. However, God is perfectly capable of proving His own existence as such - literally - and no amount of hocus-pocus with magic biscuits & wine in memoriam (as if God is dead) suffices to make up for a lack of access. What f***ing use is a God Who cannot be reached as Himself??!! Frankly, the entire purpose of earthly indoctrination into mutant forms - education, doctrine, knowledge - is to secure obedience via the ersatz. Every form of idolatry secures mutant approval except, that is, one: Truth. Everything in human life synthesizes falsehood as a matter of degree, but with one end in view: Christ must not become Almighty on earth, because the outside of Heaven is the insane pinnacle of mutant hegemony & supremacy. Mutants are prepared to sacrifice countless millions of their own kind for the insane contradiction of supreme power, and to do this they will substitute any ideology for the reality of Christ Almighty: any ideology, however twisted, merciless & vile ... any that stacks up corpses which, if laid one on top of another, would reach up towards Heaven as an obscene monument of human endeavour. Now it is obvious, if thought about, that existence outside of Heaven - the baseplate of earth & its actual ontic underpinning - necessarily produces monsters. The zones & killing-fields of mutancy engender mutants. It is not simply a matter of nightmares in the spawning-ground: rather, it is a matter of nightmares spawned in the living nightmare. But there is no necessity to owe
13 allegiance to this revolting zone, as Christ Himself demonstrated what man can become via an anti-mutational apex of divinized power. This ascent rules out tonality - phenomenality - by the sheer power of God & thus it disrupts the perncious connection between ideological abstraction and monstrous fixation. Spatio-temporality can be commanded to recede & mighty Heaven, in all its magnificent glory, can be both approached and entered. This experience - after multiple (initial) perplexities - reveals that innocence is sanity & that sanity arrives only through the direct experience of Christ Almighty. Given the Incarnation of God Almighty - innocence birthed into monstrosity - it is small wonder that He Himself interfaced with the insane as a totalized cerebral experience..... The resulting problematic of Almighty Innocence swathed in the barbarous coils of mutant insanity should be a lesson for all goodness, if only because like problemata occur in wrenching oneself away from the stinking circus of earth. As the central figure of the Gospels we see God stricken by the introjected insanities of a disordered universality, a constant variant of one which now & always will prevail here below. Mankind reveals to itself permanent insanity on a cosmic scale: the outside of Heaven is always insane. In consequence of this, the entire foundation of human effort issues forth as the politics of a gigantic madhouse. God was hammered to death for His resistance to mutant carnage & for wishing to cast out the aberrant swill of mutant consciousness. Precisely what it is He wished to change it into you shall, hopefully, soon see. Suffice it to say now: Christ Almighty did not fail in establishing His loving realm as an oasis of incredible delight for those who love innocence & who draw breath in the hope of seeing His absolute victory. That victory is amongst us even though the shit of human scorn denies it & even though business thrives in concentration camps as vast as continents. Fortunately, the entire human race will suffer death, and then the snuffed out agonies of millions will constitute a chorus of indescribable terror for God's enemies, however respectable they might presume to be or wish to appear. But enough for now.
14 Note to R/phy from Cretin City # 5.6/79.
You are quite the most beautiful boy I have ever seen - and seen into: bitch - so, kissy kissy! Understandably - inexcusably - I am quite desperate to mount you, aged 17 though you may be. You really ought to be my darling exquisite, in order that I can shew you how a darling can perform. You combine aristocratic masculinity - the limbs of Apollo - with a perfect degree of femininity; so you should be on all fours as my erotic temptress, as I beg favours. The thought of your blonde kisses and disdainful torso - when you aren't teasing me with those looks - torments me with the possibilities of manifest & irrepressible ecstacy. To know you are f***ing that ennobled bitch and your other furry she is too much: and even though the princess lets me up , I would rather ride you .... I have possessed only one male beloved before but, even though he was hot & pretty, I rapidly tired of him. You I could never tire of, as you constitute & personify a destined ideal, miraculously brought into my life. Thank Christ you tracked me down via mere rumour. Thus, reputation has it uses, even though many of the wilder anecdotes are not half-told. Sure, I hustled hundreds of femmes - scoring foxes is a beautiful adventure - and, sure, I hunted as a means of glorifying my loins - what a life that was! - but, compared to Suze, every other female is relegated into a minor perspective. This girl is more than everything I ever sought: she is a pristine heart in pure form, whom I shall love & worship for ever. I never knew such incomparable sweetness existed, until Christ showed me otherwise. Still, I ache for you .... First, an exchange of properties - communicatio idiomatum: I will do you a trade if you give yourself to me: as far as possible. You can bitch me like a tart & teach me a lesson of the kind I wish to be taught (see below); and I will throw in a string of mistresses, a fortune - which we can quickly make - and lesser favours. Given that I now live in abject poverty with my Suze, my wise cat Thomas & stacks of books means little, as I will simply pray for our destiny to accelerate for your sake. Second: sling your academic career as I will take you further than that ever could; and sling it because it is not to your advantage to be reigned over by dirty intelligences, of the sort engendered by knowledge at the superficies. For this I will give you sensuality of a magnitude such as mutated humans, the bulk, could not envisage in a thousand aeons: in such sensuality you will be vigorously despunked as my perfumed odalisque & stiff slut. Third: I will give you an intellectual game of such divine wonder, that everything you have conceived of previously will pall into insignificance in comparison, viz, I will show you how God f***s ...... Obviously, there is no previous script for this: no previous writ either: but nothing is impossible for the Almighty. Nothing: no matter how profoundly ignorant or handicapped the sensibilities & intellects of humankind. If I were the returned Christ, my embodiment would be engendered anew: it would not be for
15 the nails & hammers of merciless sadists; nor would it be for the warped historicity & beguiling swinery of Caesarean eunuchs: thus it would not be for the calculable stupidities of man. To my mind, it is better that God is incalculably queer than a bourgeois idol, supposedly ruling over a greedy anti-system, assimilated into His opposite, as if let & approval is thereby granted for exactions in His Name. Nothing kind & humble rules, nothing truly Christian & divinely learned, even though there are many good souls hard put to it at lower levels. Goodness takes shit in a mercenary world, but it is far better to side with gentle love than with those exalted at the expense of others. Those bowed under by extraneous weight will one day rise into the delight of innocence. This should be before death, however embryonically, but certainly really, according to virtue's capacity. In the meantime, disproportionate materiality is accumulated according to the immorality of governments, when it should be given for the betterment of all. Creation is further ruined on a daily basis by the activities of predators & the Moloch of filthy profit. The solution is always outlawed & paradisical return is rigidly banned. However, I will show you access to the deific pleasure domes of Almighty God: I will take you into the mighty furnace of the Holy Ghost.
16 Note to R/phy from Cretin City # 6.7/79.
Remarks & elaborations thereof regarding sexuality: I appear to have disturbed you somewhat by exposing my intentions towards you. My attitude towards sex is highly complicated and, hopefully, advanced. Certain things, it seems to me, are obvious to any honest & resolute mind. All men are homosexual in specie with regard to the genitalia: excitement in one's own implies the aesthetics of a like (same) kind & identification with the permanently inverted phallus-as-object. Inversion is not, as Freud asserted, a displacement of the characteristics of the opposite sex: rather, it is recognition, through another, of the impinging sameness in genital excitation. This holds for female homosexuality also. If homosexuality is abnormal - a theory generated by homophobic fear, based in like kind recognition - all sexuality is abnormal. Homosexuality is linguistically defined by the Gk. homo = same, common, like, not by the Ln. = man. The Greek term is declared in the basic phrase, I like. Opposition to this is rooted in the aggression of the responses, I am not like, do not like, am not the same, etcetera. The negation of species homosexuality is via the manipulative wish to maintain & enforce violence, culturally & educationally, as if this contributes to hegemonic armamentation. Violence - despite the hypocritical vacuities of pietism & pacifism - is valued more by hegemonic power than the implicit deviance of all love. Homosexuality in females is allowed as it is not thought to decrease the capacity for mass violence. The starkly insane contradiction in violence is, of course, the taking of sexuality as a reward from those conquered. The conqueror inflicts what he proscribes & thereby perverts the divinity inherent in all sexuality. Man conquers and, indeed, calls forth conquest on himself, because his fundamental stratum is self-contradictory. N.B. the human I is not-I, because it is based on the false premiss A = A. The human mass requires violence as a means of premature self-destruction: it stokes destruction in an insane attempt to kill death: the mass needs to be confirmed as alive by killing death in others. This killing of death is sacrificial death versus the capacity to kill. The mass sheds its own as a partialized or repressed self: killing others is an impossible attempt to ward off death, but this goes on because this is not its raison d'etre. Killing is an act of impotence in the face of God: it is, In Your face ..!!, or pleasure against Him. What the human mass fears most it perpetrates on others ... on other humans. Killing is thus the ultimate act of persuasion, as it attempts to persuade the divine that it is sub-human. But more of this, in talk, when I see you ...
Let me clarify some of my sexual views for you. And the gods saw the daughters of men & they were fair. They also saw the sons of men: some of them, though few, were fair. There is a downward metamorphosis for the gods. The gods are not a fiction & they are specifically referred to by Christ Himself.
17 Deific sexuality can move downwards towards the fairness of flesh: it can also move upwards into ultra-sex. It is this I am specifically concerned with, as I wish to re-sensualize you as a god. In fact, it is this which comprises the sacred art of f***ing, virtually lost to mankind. One theory puts asexual sanctity above ultra- sex & I am not altogether opposed to this, as I am uncertain as to the ultimate status of these divine forms. However, I am prepared to test the latter homosexually, as I know it is obtainable - experientially feasible - in heterosexuality. The incredible delights I have achieved in this respect are beyond the wildest desires of mortals - e.g. - staggering profusions of Immaculate Light show forth the magnificence of the eternal female in breathtaking prosopa ... But about this latter word, if briefly: tonality is the appearance manifested by the fallen gods alias normality: normality is the generalized form of fallen beings, who negate the divinity of the gods: these humans are usually sub-human. Thus, when tonality is disrupted by divine irruption, its singular manifestation is a prosopon. The plural of this word - prosopa - refers to a multiplicity of gods & goddesses showing forth. Now sexual characteristics are represented to the psyche as personae - postures of the libido - & when personae become prosopa, deific sexuality is entered into. The route to this sexual en-god-ing is in-God-ing, so to speak. This incredible state is not possible for unspiritual entities; and spiritual entities usually denounce it authoritatively: in doing this they risk bigotry through the unexamined. Consequently, I am trying to gain your consent for a subversive (ontological) infraction, as a wild & beautiful rebel .....
Mankind - those not gods - operates under a plethora of false ideas & images: false ideas are based on false selfhood. Those not gods are untransfigured and, thus, even their sexual knowledge is awry. This is evidenced, for example, in their uglifications of sexuality: its castigation as sinful mutation implies that false selfhood indeed creates sexuality as a low-mode in behaviour. False selfhood is false self-reflexivity; but I am saying that trans-reflexivity into the sensuality of the divine negates the pathology of lowness; and I am saying that the in-God-ing of sensuality results in a miraculous voluptuousness, virtually unspeakable in its consequences. First apotheosis, then spermatic ecstacy. I am not simply referring to paradisical re-entry (not itself too difficult), but to the f***ing of angelic beings in reality. The desire of God Almighty is a feasible & realistic theophany, participability in which yields the immaculate energies of irrepressed power. It is specifically this which the human mass forfeits in its refusal to know Christ Almighty: effigies & dead script prevail in the mausoleums of dead hearts: the genius of God's mighty voluptuousness is then circumscribed as taboo.....
18 Note to a female meat-eater from Cretin City # 7.6/91.
I.
So, I'm sitting here watching embodied cretinism shuffle by & I'd rather be watching your flagrantly gorgeous ass getting into gear, especially as, where aesthetics is concerned, yours is grade A prime cut .... You are utterly f***able, my sweet - utterly - given, that is, the initial bite. Somewhere, immanently somewhere, is an experience awaiting you, the likes of which you cannot begin to surmise ... You have just walked in: if only you knew my thoughts, which, hopefully, we can engineer for tonight; and which might possibly be described as multi-dimensional lasciviousness. It is possible to transfer voluptuousness into arcane realms, brilliant & wondrous. God, I f***ing want you, like wanting divine magic in a vast & rutting ascendancy, as if I've a lecher's mandate to take you into places few dare enter, even if they possessed the sass to know about them. I actually believe you belong there, an odalisque in sumptuous paradise, sweet & wild & dangerous. I am feeling a little anxious as this must occur & the permit to gain access takes some securing: if it does not occur I am going to be devastated & brought low....
II.
So, süße Kopfjägerin, I have a profound dislike of normality: its idea is cognate with living death & immersion in tribal shit. That which is geared for the normal (even though we are forced to throw it a pissing glimpse) is based on tribal consensus & the tribe is invariably wrong. There are more fools than wise men: go with the minority. We should embody a higher typology whenever possible & this is particularly true of sexuality. My boast is I've discovered ultra-sex ... something utterly unknown vis-à-vis certain arcane (ontological) parameters. Naturally, there is a degree of commonality in all things, but ultra-sex is a rare occurrence & therefore quite difficult to bring about.
Ultra-sex involves the reality of a diverse form I call prosopic display. A prosopon is an external appearance or theophany. It is not a human predicate passing over the visage, say, like the wrath of Achilles emerging on his face. No: a prosopon is a transcendens which moves the merely human into the divine. Most castrational theology would have us believe sexuality and spirituality are antitheses. This is invariably ratified by the saints. Question: how can the saints judge adversely that which they do not know? Appealing to the vaunted redoubts of reason provides no answer, as sexuality is an antithesis if it is taken to be so. Authority, of course, is very powerful. Canonical repetition becomes a norm; but since when were the saints permitted to legislate for the gods? Look, I am not talking of merging Christ & Dionysus, even though we saw what happened when
19 Nietzsche opposed them. I would rather see a greater union without fraught consequence, a unique synthesis or coincidentia oppositorum, one in which all the lesser gods are subordinated to the real Christ. I have investigated Zeus-Ganymedes & my results are contrary to Roman & Orthodox Catholicism. The Master allows a loving free-space in which He calls the shots - as He pleases - and He, thereby, refuses to be ruled by the rigidities of ecclesiastical projection & the sexual conformism which goes with it as a fiat for slavery. Christ is our living God and, although I cannot speak for Him - only an idiot would claim to - I think it is obvious He is not dictated to, even by the highest saint. God's thought relates uniquely, as we are each uniquely constituted. Diversity tends to be nullified in Deity by the shock-troops of unified regimes. Personally, I am one to push & shove to see what gives; and the resistance I am meeting cramps, inhibits & cages my investigative style. So much for the theory (or part of it): it is to the experience we must look. At the very least it should unbind the staves of boredom, and, hopefully, it should unleash the whirlwinds of the Holy Ghost. In God we so dare. Sluttish kisses I adore.
20 Note to Miss Meat-eater from Cretin City # 8. 6/91.
Gnädige Menschenfresserin: the word cannibalism is a Spanish corruption of a Carib term - cf. Caribbean - and includes many N. Amer-Indian tribes. Most ate only the courageous, although they would feed tortured enemies pieces of themselves, as an earnest paradox. These include the Carib, Aztec, Montagnais, Algonkin, Armouchiquois, Micmac, Iroquois, Assinboin, Cree, Foxes, Miami, Ottowa, Chippewa, Illinois, Kickapoo, Sioux, Winnebago, Attacapa, Karankawa, Kiowa, Caddo, Comanche, Thlingchadinneh & other Athapascan tribes, Tlingit, Heiltsuk, Kwakiutl, Tsimshian, Nootka, Siksika, Ute, Hopi, Mohawk, Attacapa & Tonkawa ..... What is it to eat an enemy, to feast on an enemy? To make an enemy feast on himself? See, the victor is a torturer: I am the victor who offers you your entrails: before you I bury my hatchet in the heads of your wife & children, as if the victim is not offered the ultimate challenge against victory ... As if.. !! Feed me my severed genitals, fried from my flesh, on the cooked heads of my butchered kin: let me show you the orbits of my eyes, removed for your redhot coals ... taste my elongated bowels, connected to your fires ... This suggests the victim is derided in not facing up to the ultimate heroization of him- or herself: if you are heroic enough to challenge ultimate sadism, eat yourself .... My party-trick as a boy was to remember 200 or so Indian tribes: I wrote a thesis on American Indians in school, including a study of Wiley & Micah Harp, the mountain-men cannibals ... never mind 'Liver-eating' Johnson ... and never mind Natty Bumpo in the 'Leather Stocking Tales' & lifelong fantasies: and fantasies turned into living questions of reality, say, with Parkman & Schoolcraft, and so on. I have a romantic love of forest history, of virgin woodlands, of wild life ... but, somewhere, this amounts to sympathy & empathy with anyone whose eyes are popped out with with a dirty spoon, whose armpits are persuaded with a blowlamp ... whose psychology reluctantly welcomes carpenter's nails in delicate bones & tender sinews. What the f*** was God thinking of ... ? What was God thinking about when He conceived the possibility of butchered shit for Himself & us ... ? Any human being who is not absolutely f***ing haunted by everyday horror is not alive: so we call this life? .. eh..!? .. pegged squatting to a tree, precious sight looking at the ferocity of a fire built between one’s thighs ... What a way to go, advertised as a forgotten marshmallow on smouldering charcoal. Get rid of reality for the beguiling shit of the next lying oligarchy: hope is the delusion reality will not occur for me: hope is the preference for someone else's horror. Fortunately, God will bring it home for everyone. Fair's fair: as God enjoined absolute horror on Himself, take that, you f***ing mutant curs ....
However, there was a squaw, raven-maned & sylvan-raised, with flanks of glistening hue - O you - who, it can be said, shall kiss & writhe & rise in me - yes, you. It appears I am beginning to catch current traumas, as Ralph has cut
21 & run to Oxford. Smooth & peachy love in Christ the Saviour ...... Yep, you bet, and well-timed indeed: I will prepare the bits, but we should keep the grog for much later .. perhaps a couple of bottles of claret, so I can wash the bloody peckerheaded morons out of my system: Jesus, a parade of f***ing utter stupidity passes by on a daily basis. Thank Christ for the good ones & interesting & intelligent ones, because without them it would be bloody maddening: a life in business I do not need, as it robs the spirit of the immaculate perfection which comes from elsewhere, and which, I hope - God willing, as always - we will get this evening. I have obtained some OTR - old time religion - meant for a very special occasion, reputedly as pure as the waters of chaste Artemis; & hopefully as powerful as voluptuous Aphrodite .. Well, we will see ... I absolutely enjoyed masturbating you as my bridal waif & seeing you strut your beautiful thighs, as you are fabulously wanton & gorgeously kissable: what is life without the glory of excitation .. ? Excitement is the finest energy for enhancing life's implicit pleasures; and most folk, following the auguries of mute stupidity, forget it in their calculations, or divert it into things comatose, coarse & low: hence, life as a rotten imitation, mutilated & broken, or marginalised & everywhere bland. So, f***able child, I greatly look forward to your delights.
22 Note to Dark Angel from Cretin City # 9. 7/91.
I.
Regarding fleshly ease: when Christ walked into my room all those years ago - '70 - I felt absolutely perfect - indeed, I became so for several eternal seconds - standing gently by the fireside in a small Oxfordshire cottage. Then I knew His mind & I felt His Absolute Innocence. This experience will never leave me, but it makes life a terrible torment, which I sometimes describe as having a metal spigot or tamping rod thrust down through my neck, deep into my vitals, as if iron has no mercy. Barely one hour after having met Ralphie on the first occasion, I was lifted up in great power & I could see Mighty Heaven on, so to speak, the starboard bow of the soul, and I was put into cruciform agony - dreadful agony - so as to recognize myself as a god nailed into flesh. The bands of the flesh are spiritually wrought in God's fire, designed no doubt to hold down, as in a barbed-wire cage, the mighty being that I am. Here 'mighty' might well mean rebellious, as I do not know fully the reasons why each of us is caged, if, indeed, each of us is ... Yet on other occasions I have entered into the heights of Triune Majesty with consummate ease. I have experienced the cyclonic emergence of the Super-Essence in my intellect, after pursuing - contemplating - this idea for over five years. This idea is alive: it is not merely conceptual, like an extended predicate, but virtually unspeakable .... unspeakably magnificent. God can be literally experienced. I believe it is this Super-Essence that is calling you ....
II.
But to baser things as I flay Dionysus (rather than extemporize on Pseudo-Dionysius). My affair with the Swedish girl, Fran - a beautiful blonde animal with shaven thighs - gave me such fleshly ease that it was comparable, incongruously similar, to Christ's visit. I do not believe that God is forged from the shrunken testes of the priestly caste: God is not hog-tied by anything as cheap as principles, including the principle of contradiction. God's power is Absolute Freedom; and thus it seems to me that activity which manacles divinity is a form of selling the soul into servitude. Slavery is crammed down our throats by politicians, administrators, bureaucrats .. etc .. as they stack up the shit of greed; but that does not mean one should give Caesar's cretins - including f***ing academic ponces - more than the barest minimum. The reason I walked away from academia - may it fry in the shit it espouses - is because its members are dark incarnates, who peddle despair & negate light & employ hatchet men in their dirty business - ignorant, stupid, banal, qualified. Christ charges no fee for education & one day, come some day, this Almighty Genius will lift off their faces, so that their vast ignobility will be seen by all.
23 Allow me to analyse my feelings towards you. I feel whacked out & taken by surprise & partially devastated, because, as the guy who put the hype into hyper-sex, I confess to having never been whacked out like this before, so it disturbs & numbs me. You are an explosively-immense porno-f***, but I have been absolutely & utterly dead sexually since the one particular occurrence. This is alarming and it leaves me with a strange sense of anxiety: only God permits you to f*** Christ on the Cross. There are ructions in consequence & when you became the goddess Mary Magdalene, your beauty was stunning. First, Eur-Asian & South Amer-Indian visages played and prayed through your spirit prosopically, like petitions conjured by ancient curanderos. Yet at one point I began to see someone I have always known. You looked like a Heavenly Destiny, meant to link into my life in a mysterious & radiant way. So, I feel baffled & shocked, as it is so completely unexpected. What the hell am I to do with a metamorphosizing jaguar spirit? The last thing I want is Messianic complexes - God forbid - but I have had Indian fantasies since I was a kid hooked on Tecumseh etc. Years ago Suze & I underwent profound experiences on mescaline; but this is something different & it leaves me feeling wretched in its wake. The butcheries of torture came through into Messianic sexuality, well beyond madness. It is what I saw I said, and say, I love: but is it really you ... ? I am not even sure you know your own nature & just how remarkable its effects are on me. I have two immediate problems # A: if reciprocation is not forthcoming, then I am lanced to the quick & skewered on feelings beyond endurance; # B: if you come to where I am in a mysterious region - the High Heaven from whence my intellect was generated - then I am in the parlous & fraught position of loving extremely three beings: thus I will be saturated with extraordinary & remarkable delight. Suze is the apex of my being & her height is totally holy. I believe she is miraculously involved in this, because you - to speak enigmatically - take some of your destiny from her immaculate love. Ralphie is my beloved protege: intellectual confidante, friend, heir. It is in him I see the ontological form of neither male nor female, but one raising both, that is, raising both into forms virtually unutterable. Although I think of him as this god's most highly favoured male beauty, he is worried - perhaps outraged - at what he thinks of as my perfidy. However, I would not betray him for the Throne of Heaven & the entire riches of existence. So! You can see my problem: twice-blessed already plus the ripe & beautiful presence of you. I am stunned because you delight me, which I did not expect; and, of course, there is no fool like an old fool, and you could quite easily cause considerable distress to my already shaken emotions. Somewhere we have to get it exactly right or disaster will result, especially as I wish to pour out my heart to you. I do not love trivially....
24 Note to Suze from Cretin City # 10. 7/91.
Kindly bear with me, your fornicating old dog, as you should know that your matchless ontological centre, the incomparable you, simply means you are the height, the supreme height, of my divine axis. I phoned Ralph & he says to tell you he loves you & although he did not say the same to me, I hope to blazes he does; and, of course, my love for you passes the outstretched arm of Archytas, reaching beyond the extremes of infinity. I am, I suppose, reconstituting & rekindling my urge for a great life: this negates the normally expected parameters of down being & necessitates creative exploration, else I somewhere die of persistent atrophy & the sluggardliness of daily boredom. I have faith that everything done by me transforms itself in the divine furnace into my absolute love of you, contrary to all appearances: so do not feel hurt or despair. Consider, for example, our affair with the transvestite boys. You allowed me yours on a part basis. I saw your fascination with his pretty lashes & turquoise eyes & girlish mouth, so, obviously, I wanted some too. Remember (for me) the salient points, as when you first permitted him to f*** you, I was told to go to my own bed & ordered to masturbate. You dressed him in a red basque & stocking & despunked him like a young queen. You say his size was irrelevant, but it was quite massive & this excited me enormously. You may recall the time he was taking you at your command, whilst I was ordered to watch. Perhaps you do not know just how profound the consequences were, after you allowed me to have you. When I was on top of you, he sat on the pillow with a taunting look on his face, showing himself in all his stiffness. You then told him to get behind me, so as to teach me a lesson. He made me shriek & whimper like a deflowered bitch, so that when you reserved him for me every (kinky) Thursday, he actually reduced me to virtual servitude. I would have to wait outside his bedroom door as he dressed himself up, sometimes in a garter-belt or pinafore or etc. Then there would be the humiliating admiration of the phallus. I was allowed to kneel & suck & he taught me, half against my will, how to sport myself like a porno tart & total beggar. When he had really worked me up, he would do me like a slut. There was always an edge of triumphant contempt, as I had to say pretty please for the entire enormous length. And, after that, the other one would come up & do me again. This was a further confirmation of ultra-sex, as it broke down resistances to unknown internalities & f***ed me into regions so incredibly delicious that my life irrevocably changed. And that beautiful, young, blonde darling, ***, who danced naked in front of me, wearing only his socks & shoes & who refused me anything more: only the smile & the lithe temptation .. only the sight .. so he is now part of a possessive longing, unassuaged & racking. But, at least, your girlfriends accomodate my dreadful urges & need for abandonment into the vortex of kinkiness. Once tasted is always wanted & it is precisely this that erects fear as a limit to be overthrown. Hence, to my mind polymorphous assault leads to the deific, as it unbinds lowness in mutant programming. The
25 he-shes are made by God to experience the divine: outsiders are on the verge of the inside & it is no accident that many of Christ's followers deviate.....
26 Note to R/phy from Cretin City # 11. 7/91.
I have sworn that when my burial occurs, I will raise the coffin lid & ask: were you ever bored, my dears!? You & Suze are the flanks - the mighty, loving flanks - of my spirit; but you, young one, are something of a neophyte ... Marginalizing ontology, my arse: the Mighty Jesus is my Almighty Master; and I tell you again that, although I have an extreme case of the smarts - or, I am an extreme case - & although I am a player to the hilt of my f***ing pecker, much of this was Initiated Above; and, although I want to sniff it, lick it & shaft it, I do not get shafted by my own sexual stupidity. Honey-trap calculations are a norm & deeper than & higher than is a constant, probing aspiration. F*** it, sonny, I am addicted to LIGHT; and for you to think I would subvert, sabotage or ignore the power of the Holy Ghost is unkind of my beautifully-loving Ralphie; and for you to forget or misunderstand that most of my desires have been negated because I have always been faithful to that Light above the Light is unkind.
I need you totally & tho' I am a powerful ego - and, thus, a powerful ego-libido - I have never liked egotism; and if I have to be misunderstood to further good consequences ... well, f*** it, if I must ... but I'd rather not, because you being my intellectual confidante means, precisely, you & me synchro-mesh & bond at our ultimate. You know how I relate to you sexually & you know how deeply struck on you I am & it is precisely because you know, that I think that, perhaps, you have an unspoken demand, or series of demands, so far unstated and/or which have not surfaced as yet, which is why I accused you of bad faith. You constantly resort to secular strategems in the face of Burning Glory, as if you can muster some form of reductionism to carry your passion through, when, frankly, only falsification ensues if you cannot strategize multi-optionally. Your assessments should always peak in the Light & not grind through mere options in your brain-pan. In fact, funnily enough, our psychoanalytic pal, F****, just dropped by and we got to discussing pertinent trauma. When I mentioned your reaction, he remarked, But he is a different sex (like, so where is the problem?). Exactly, & straight to what I have been saying, although, of course, we joked about Ferenczi fondling his patients & so forth. Suzie made up to him, which elicited good Yiddish giggles, and, in fact, that's what I miss on your sweet kisser. Where's the loving laughter of my young god, my lovely ducky f***er .. ??! The spirit of gravitas is a heavy number & somewhere you should know I cannot function happily without you & of course I am dreadfully sorry to have inadvertently caused you pain, but I would never betray you ever. Yes, naturally, I related with feeling, and, yes, the anticipation of discharging my system was important, but, ducky, c'mon, absence from you only supercharges the return. You are in my spirit, heart, mind & member(s), and you are always in my thoughts. Why you should grow angry or resentful over my partaking of marmite toast & exquisite fanny & not find any of it deliciously funny disturbs me. Is
27 there anything I have that you cannot have?! F*** it, sonny, I am declining daily in so many respects & a new career as a trampoline artiste is hardly on the cards .. [bouncey/bouncey] .. So, my beautiful lad, please lighten up & let this raggedy, cramped old bastard take the crimping iron off his nerve ends. You know we are mutually-ultra-capricious & soul-gemmed & mystically-entwined, and you know no foxie-doxie, however sweet & worth helping, is equipped to pleasure me as you do. In my heart our bonding is utter ......
28 Note to R/phy from Cretin City # 12.7/91.
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My lease of life explanation to you hinges on fears of impotence. Death visits me frequently during pre-orgasmic activity & there is a contest between the will to live and massive feelings urging self-destruction. It is precisely because I know ultra-sex & divine orgasm that mere sex sucks ... A gentle, tolerant and laid-back approach would help us both. It is all about spiritualized intellect, with gross instincts subjugated. The question is: what is f***ing left when I eradicate low thrusts .. ? I would like to be able to formulate my opposition to God's apparent indifference to pain sexually: this means reconstituting old games of sexual conquest. Christ knows, there’s been enough of that ... I used to say, half jokingly, that the vast surplus of vaginas thrust in my direction ruined my spiritual life, until, that is, I thought of including them. I have tried, over the years, to understand why countless beautiful foxes offered themselves to me. Virtually every explanation falls down, but there is one which intrigues me in becoming true; and it is this which I avoid in every move; and it is this which tracks me wherever & whenever I debauch myself, viz: the Queen of Heaven tantalizes me through individuated females. Now I put this down to fantasy & madness & imagination: however - despite massive & purposeful avoidance in the thighs of whorish nymphettes & my delightful boy - She appears .. She appeared behind my Dark Angel in great power: it is this which stunned me ... so, I multiply ultra-sexual strategies in tracking down the Almighty's footsteps.. (Quote Ovid: we follow in the footsteps of our ancient God). Sometimes this stresses the f*** out of me (I mean literally); and, thus, for you to see my sexuality as the tail wagging the dog is grossly unfair. This image came out as very coarse on my last journey. Perhaps the fault is mine in being misunderstood, but I always attempt to make things clear ... Then I ascended into spiritual regions of the non-sexual sort & made straight for the region of multiple faces - i.e. - mid-to-high range of spiritual ascent, with the objective of realizing analyses of my prayers (specifically, finding the great divide where journeying from below meets journeying from above). This region is not for neophytes: take souls to it & they appear to stop being neophytes: however, the key is to start out from inside Heaven. The usual parameters came into view ... beautiful powers, unspeakable wonders, miraculous burgeonings, et cetera. Two further forms were contingent on this # (i): set-up parameters, that is, I have been set-up by archangels & so forth, because His Majesty is divinely cunning: so, obviously, it does not do to go storming in with fixed ideas, seeking significations which are too meaningful .... Gently does it, sunshine, as here our living God is issuing counsel ..... and # (ii): here is the region of unique theophany, the crux & hinge of existence, as one can go up or down; plus contingent schemata intrude, especially, on this occasion,
29 your criticism that seduction is an illicit mode in spiritual dimensions. This needs building on, because it is one of the main struts of the investigation. Roughly then, we have the following scheme: [A]: evidently one cannot, as it were, burst in on the Almighty like a Silenus, but the real question is: what is it that is bursting in .. ? With this I am wrenching around your anthropological suppositions & those of religiouses in general: in becoming God it is God Who is bursting in ..... [B]: this is the challenge I constantly mount, viz, the God Who is not good enough (thus not God enough) is replaced by His critic, the God Who repairs that God; [C]: now, again obviously, the notion of the God Who is not good enough is impious or it appears so, because such a God is incomplete (... shades of that Christ-hating shit, Rilke..). One could, however, argue that Christ's Godhead was incomplete temporally, or that, in not having restored existence historically, His omnipotence is incomplete. Et cetera. But such a God appears to be incomplete when His sons & daughters are bloodily shredded. Hence, as a theologian who has seen His Majesty face to face, I feel I am called on to investigate injustices pertinent to myself, or through myself. So: [D]: in becoming God there is an immediate problem, namely, that of the creative power in deification: can one create a new order so as to eliminate the apparent shortcomings in the current relationship between God and man? The Anglo-Orthodox idea that God became man so that man can become God is true: I wish to be the theologian of its consequences. [E]: This, in short, is the paradox of ontological f***ing, the best or worse of both worlds.
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Okay, so it has been thoroughly tough on us all & completely non-peripheral, striking us all at the centre, but I'm pleased to extremes that we are regathering our usual dynamic of forces & getting back to our usual deviant selves. You know as well as I that the Almighty is an ontological subversive, not simply of the sensory & perceptual manifold, but also of totalized anthropological form, including living flesh; and you also know that the most noxious of all human groups - the bourgeoisie - manipulates church life with all the genius of a cadaverous puppet. Hence, it should be evident, that our course includes the ancient art of transfigurational subversion - viz, deification - according to Christ's let & power & no other. Given this as a primal datum of reality, it is further evident that His energy cannot be gainsaid nor forced (though I confess one can stir into action a panther reclining in a rose bush). Thus, mysticism requires genius to effect power; and so it is that our Mighty Colossus on High refuses to be marginalised by the thoroughly bland cocksuckers of the ecclesiastico-state alliance: consequently, He raises up reluctant warriors like me,
30 after having trained them in hell, shit & academia, to constitute forces of incredible vigour, with which to raise up or lay low whomsoever they deign. I assure you we are very few in number, but capable of wrenching existence inside out & showing forth stupendous luminescence & vast outputs of transcendent magnitude. You know in your innermost heart I have always favoured you highly - most highly - and thus for you to oppose me caused me horrendous agony & crucifixional torment, as my love for you is endless & without circumference. For you to think I would be led by my groin to betray you & to imply, cynically moreover, I would reduce & devastate our Suze, Beloved of Christ, is a dreadful thing, especially when I asked for trust ... However, lad, let all that be vanquished, because we are involved in a majestic odyssey of arcane proportions, under the titanic aegis of fulminating Heaven, in which immaculate region we have many friends ... It is to God's goodness I always look to offer thanks for His sheer goodness to me: He knows I am a loving bugger - ahem! - and gorgeously kinky (big deal!). It is the vicious bastards He does not like: woe betide them finally, because I would not be in their place for all the tea in China. I have experienced the Lord getting somewhat unruly & playfully turbulent - mercy! - and He measures by consequences as well as direct actions: so never sanction behavioural entailments that damage & hurt the innocent: all the purveyors of sleaze & arms-dealers & other psychically-toxic garbage are in for a hellish shock, deny His existence tho' they might .... Pure kisses, sweetheart.
31 Note to Suze from Cretin City # 13.7/91.
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So then, ancient goddess of my heart ... thou for whom I would command obeisance from the seraphs ... thou from whom I took the love I gave and burnished it in sumptuous magnitude ... hail, my sweet duckegg, trust His incredible brain. You should know His power in erotic love, not in mere eroticism: hence why fret when God's good gifts are showered on you? EMBODY HEAVEN, as you above everyone can: that alone is the negation of angst & all fraught reckonings. All thought is pain: each & every human thought is painful: humans know existence by this; agony is shuttled around. But I saw the girl come in from above with heavenly mien, and as I said, "with you above & behind her", with my steadfast & sacred gaze, from inside the ANCIENT OF DAYS, alight with a pure sweetness that no mere earthling possesses who ignores His genius. Only Almighty God delivers such innocence. I knew, you see, that she was called forth kissable & destinate, to emerge at that poignant apex of ultra-desire, gamine & nymph of the fanning stars, handmaiden of tenderest love, beauteous child of the universe ... thine, should thou command...... My unutterable sufferings (the convulsions of hell) are to be countered by new days, wrenched & wrought out & yet to emerge from cruciform beginnings, with the winged from above, generated in mysterious unleashings of irrepression ... irrepressibly emergent as gorgeous beauty ... raven locks & sweet mouth worshipping, adoring & caressing, penetrating into the innermost of the magnificent you, in any mode you want & so desire. So "let the good times roll".... I love you totally.
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Here then, darling, is a replay of some thoughts I had some twenty or more years ago, cast in the simplest form I could then manage. Some of them are thoroughly loaded, as indeed they must be to approach God's inexpressible glory. Discrepancies between textuality and glory means an overcoming of this in glory, unlike the words of philosophers and other blind reptiles of the soul, which always stay down. When & wherever I bring in one of these theological jottings, I shall weight it with an identifying symbol (followed by a number), as e.g.
1. Man is imperfect. Hence man is incomplete. 2. Man's intelligence is incomplete. Man's reasoning is incomplete. 3. An incomplete man is an individual. 4. A person is a perfect man. 5. A perfect man is what God became minimally.
32 6. A perfect God is what man becomes maximally. 7. An individual man is not-God. 8. It is necessary, by omniscience, that God know everything. 9. It is necessary, by omnipresence, that God be everything. 10. God cannot be not-God: thus God becomes not-God to be everything. 11. In becoming not-God, God ceases to be God. 12. One is perfect in God, not in not-God.
Now obviously, my sweet, subtle distinctions in God include powers usurped by man, viz, those which do not deify, release & glorify, in contrast to the distinction between God and His powers .... powers which cannot be usurped. You know I think that thought which cannot presence glory is the pain of thought, but it should be evident that our pain occurs when we are enmeshed with those who refuse this glory. I've often said to you that insanity pervades humanity - that is the foundation of its thought in attempting to revoke, usurp & displace the actuality of Mighty Heaven - thus pain is the displacement of a region in which there is no pain. Mankind injects agony into itself with venomous fangs, as it attempts to flush out immortal light ......
13. Not-God cannot truly be. Not-God lacks being. It is impossible for God to be not-God. 14. Nothing is impossible for God. 15. God could have become not-God, but did not. 16. God is without sin. (Sin = the negation of love). God could have sinned, but did not. 17. Anything less than God is not-God. Man is imperfect & incomplete in not-God. 18. The world is not-God. The world is not all that is the case. God is all that is the case. 19. Wordly - earthly - knowledge is incomplete. The world needs perfection to complete its knowledge. God is perfect. 20. Earthly logic is incomplete. God's logic is complete.
And so, my love, what immaculate adventures that took us above cascading stars; "it was you, my love, that brought me in" ... you with whom I saw death broken in the ultra-now of the radiant beyond ... in which supernal region we entered in on a whisper's breath, ushered by the courtesy of the gentlest being that ever lived, made immortal in His risen intellect, in silver palaces above the raging skies .... We know Heaven exists, because we have been there many times ......
21. Human logic is incomplete. Divine logic is complete. 22. Incomplete (human) logic cannot know complete and perfect (human)
33 logic. Like knows like: similia similibus percipientur. 23. God can be known .... manifestly & during life. 24. God's logic is the Logos. 25. The basic laws of earthly logic - reflexivity, contradiction & tertium exclusi - are negated in God. The basic laws of human logic are imperfect. Imperfection is negated in God. The imperfect only know the imperfect. Incomplete men only generate incomplete theorems. 26. Imperfection is incomplete being. God cannot know incomplete being. Knowledge of the imperfect is not knowledge, but delusion. God can know delusion as belonging to the other. God's ubiquity excludes delusion as not-God. Not-God does not exist, but fails to exist. 27. Man places delusions - schemata - over divine consciousness: thus man becomes not-God.
So, darling, it is with no small regret that one cannot fail to notice how these f***ing mutants imbecilitize themselves on a daily - nay, hourly - basis. Note imbecilitize as a requisite coining for the O.E.D.: 'to become imbecilic in lieu of Godhead'... Compare the Psalm of Asaph, 81 or 82 & John X:34-35, so: God standeth in the congregation of the mighty: He judgeth among the gods. 6. I have said: Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High. 35. He called them gods, unto whom the Word of God came. Now obviously this Word precedes the written gospels:, it is not the book, as Protestant exegesis would have it, but the Messiah literally Himself. This implies there is only one tragedy, of course, contra Nietzsche, & that is the imbecilitization of humanity. How are the mighty fallen, indeed ... well, like this & this & this ... particularized in the billionfold. They murder each other in the thought & in the act ....Behold, the gods have become as living garbage.
28. Imperfection exists only for those that lack being. Imperfection lacks being. Imperfect men & women project or 'create' imperfection. They do not create like God ex nihilo, but from their false & fallen selves. Imperfection is the contrived consciousness of the imperfect. God does not create imperfect being. God's creativity ex nihilo is not from nothing (which cannot exist), but from Him. This is to mysteriously say He precedes the eternity of immortals. 29. Imperfection and the world are one. 30. Imperfection is a defence mechanism of the gods. 31. The gods pose as human. 32. The imperfect are in rebellion against perfection. Imperfection is created by rebellious gods. The gods create a false cosmos & dwell in it.
Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give you light. Eph. 5:14.
34 33. If man is in the world, it appears to have being. If man is not in the world, it appears to have no being. We have the power to make the world disappear. 34. Man recreates the world as he wants it to be: those for God recreate it perfectly, and those against God recreate it imperfectly. 35. Imperfect man is nothing compared to God. As absolute nothing man would cease to exist. Imperfect man is relatively nothing. Imperfect man is a movement away from God. Imperfect man participates in God minimally. Perfect man participates in God maximally. Man is a movement between perfection and imperfection. Man does not possess fixed being. Man is not comparable to a substantive. Man can be compared & contrasted with God. 36. It is impossible to compare man to God if God is not known.
The point about discrepancy, my dear, is that it can be exemplified by word & thing. Both possess unique referents - e.g. - insideness & outsideness; or the inner word cannot be touched, whilst the referent of the outer word may. Now here we are talking about unique coordinates uniquely, and therefore any attempt to represent such coordinates systematically, by a system, is doomed to failure. One meets either disguised referents of the (false) self, interminable (regressive) processes, barriers of paradoxes, and so forth. In attempting to give himself a foundation, man finds only an anti-foundation. Beneath imperfection there is only the venomous mist of snarling insanity. Backing off from Deity leads one into diabolical regions. It is necessary for salvation to restore the imago Dei.
37. Man is made in the image & likeness of God. Man is the perfect image of God, not the imperfect image. As if God looked into a mirror to engender an image. One God and one image. The image is God. 38. Man can change his being out of the world. Man can dwell in the world and out of the world. A man who dwells in the world is imperfect. A man who dwells out of the world is no longer a man. A man who becomes perfect is not only a man. Such a man assimilates - "assumes" - imperfection & transforms it. 39. A man is an imperfect god. 40. A god is a complete man.
35 41. It is only possible for a man to become a god in God. God is minimally god. A god is maximally God. A god is minimally perfect. God is maximally perfect & above perfection. 42. Imperfect man imagines he has substance: he imagines this to fix & falsify his being as something - some thing - outside of God. Imperfect man imagines he has no substance: he imagines this to fix & falsify his being as nothing - no thing - outside of God. (Twin poles of a common delusion: there is no outside of God's power). 43. If man coincides with an empty centre, he ceases to exist. God does not permit this coincidence. God allows degrees of non-being. Evil is other than God. Evil admits of greater degrees the further man is from God. 44. God does not create out of absolute nothing. Absolute nothing is a projected fiction by imperfect man. God creates out of potential nothing, viz: man. God created imperfect man. God created perfect man. God does not wish us to coincide with imperfect man. There was never a pre- existent nothing alongside God. 45. God's creation is eternal. The world is not eternal. The spatio-temporal creation is that part of eternal creation which pretends to be not-God. Our fall is ontological. Not-God is man's fictive projection. 'Nothing' is man's fictive projection - i.e. - himself outside of God. 46. God sees all. 47. Believing God does not exist does not prove God does not exist. Believing God exists does not prove God exists. God proves He exists. The only proof of God is God. Man cannot prove God exists. God proves He exists by taking man from earth to Heaven. It is better if this happens during one's lifetime. All men receive the offer of God. All men know God exists. 48. All humans were once in Heaven with God.
And so again, my love, here we have another crux. It is not simply that men & women cover up knowledge of once having known God (every mortal did, having issued from Him), it is the combinations of pretence that tend to amaze ... the variations of posture, their cunning differentiations ... impersonations all & most pejorative. In fact, impersonations are depersonifications. Humans pretend they do not know God personally, when, in fact, divine immortals transform themselves downwards. So-called 'life' is a cosmic conspiracy against the hegemony of the Almighty, and men hide from God under the guise of imperfection: hence they generate this bloodletting pigsty
36 & rotting heart, this earth called "home", rejecting at the extremity Mighty Heaven, with which they are at war. Moreover, men know Who God is, because, as men, they did not pre-exist the world. Fallen man is the world & imperfect man is fallen man.
49. The first man is in all men: the first man is an achronic image: thus that which is within represents the first earthly clash. The first man is minimally perfect & the fall of the first man results in imperfection: in this image eternity elides into time ..... Man apes himself as the arche of primal bestiality: the distorted gods put their knuckles & scrota on the ground: the genes of beast & snake insanely rage & rail against perfect innocence .... against what the gods in God really are .. Man did not rise from the anthropoids, frenzied round a drum of clay: as a god man preceded his own rendering in bone & flesh. Tyrannosaurus rex (etc) is merely part of the microcosmic debris of a deific toyroom. Man's ancestors mutated downwards into deathly boneyards. Thus there is no beginning of the world or a beginning in the world: the beginning is the fall of the gods out of God: here began the littering of monsters.....
As in Ecclesiastes 3:19, so: Who knoweth the spirit of man that goeth upward, and the spirit of the beast that goeth downward to the earth?
The achronic image is split between mutating gods & raging beasts.
50. Maximum imperfection is evil. Evil attempts to draw all men down from God.Evil cannot co-opt free will. God can co-opt free will but does not. Every will is always free to choose. Free will can choose not to believe in itself. Some men choose to fall further: some climb back to God. The perfection of the first man was immature: on this fall God had compassion. 51. The first man's fall is part of the fall from Heaven: the first is a dislocated image. 52. We all came from Heaven ... from maximum perfection ... down via "Adamic" perfection & imperfection ... down further if we so wish. The dislocated image is reptilian for a reptile's thought: thought can become slime.
The core of prodigality is shit in one's eyes. Wipe away murderous
37 stupidity & intelligence begins to return. Alas, we are entranced with the constancy of the human circus. This is not a divine comedy: the victims begin to fall beyond impotent amusement. Prodigality returns to the Eternal Father in slaughtered gutter-loads of rotting victims: yet the eternal Father was always - eternally - the Father & always had sons & daughters. If, like thee & me, mankind savours the look of Christ's face ... ah, then it knows that a prayer's realized power is the only language of perfection. Dare the extremes of death as humans will & bloodily shriek for their absent mothers: only God stands there & it is best to know Him.
53. The world is predominantly characterised by things. 54. Any imperfect thing is a thing: imperfect facts, imperfect thoughts, imperfect people, imperfect life. Imperfection is caused by the lack of love. 55. N.B. Love creates perfection. 56. The eternal creation is love. The spatio-temporal creation - i.e. - all that is not eternity - lacks love. 57. God is love. Anything raised above pure love is Satan's shit ...... 58. In the macrocosmic world of things, microcosmic man is a thing. Things gravitate towards evil. Non-things gravitate towards God. In the macrocosmic world of things, everything is imperfect. In perfection neither macrocosm nor microcosm exist. 59. Perfect man is hyper-cosmic. 60. Perfect love is hyper-cosmic.
Now you know and I know, lover, that Jesus Christ is perfect man: He is the •DP0 6"4 J,8@H of all definitions of what man can become: thus of what man truly is when he sees fit not to subscribe to those coarse living masks which promise earthly advantage. There is no "natural" cosmic return - ¦B4FJD@N0 in the Plotinian or Proclian sense, or as with the Fichtean Zirkel - because man is profoundly unnatural. When man is not divine he approaches the monstrous and, indeed, frequently coincides with it. The outside of Heaven is a despicable killing-ground in which arbitrary torments are unleashed. Why then did we fall from the absolute perfection of Heaven into this murderous f***ing cesspit? Did we fall or were we pushed? Or did some volunteer? Only God knows the answer to this & man must become God to know. Why are we down on earth? Who is..? We can return to Heaven during earthly days, as you & I have done on so many occasions. Life out of God is living death: thus life is death for most humans. Is
38 there life before death? After the grave is life. Before the grave life exists only in God. Death is the inside of Satan. True theology is about meeting God face to face: anything less spells compromise with division. Now we friends of God oppose the world with love, as love is the only weapon. Love is the only retaliation: however, as you know, I personally counterpunch after the other cheek is turned. The war is everywhere: love versus evil; and all human beings take part in God's war, whether they know it or not. Humanity is a camouflage of gods against gods.
61. The distinction of substance as imparticipable and energies as participable misrepresents the syzygy of substance and energy as Godhead. 62. Participability in energy is a down-going motion of the identity of Godhead. 63. Substance is imparticipable for both God and man: for God because He does not partake of Himself, and for man because not-God cannot partake of God. 64. It is not a question of there being a surfeit of imparticipated elements above man when man is fully in God, as with Iamblichus and Proclus. 65. Man is not a mapping of like elements into the like elements of Godhead with, as it were, unlike elements in God remaining. 66. N.B. The identity of man is in Godhead as God. 67. Trihypostatic substance is not determinate being, because of the existence of the Super-Trinity. 68. The energies are not modes of rectification which, because they are eternal, always stand as something contingent upon the world. 69. The plurality of things and plural energies do not form necessary connexions, mediating between the world and God. 70. The world exists as unlike energy. 71. The energies are God as becoming. 72. Man as God is the ground of energetic becoming. 73. The three hypostases, like the energies, are uncreated: hence they stand first in their number. 74. Unlike energy is not eternal. 75. Like energy is 'reflexive' and unstable: it must result in identity with God or manifest as something creaturely. 76. It is not a question of the plurality of participating creatures equivalent to the plurality of energies.
39 77. The energies are the operations of immutability. 78. Only unlike energies are mutable. Man as creature is mutable. The energies seek to bring man to immutable identity. 79. The energies are God's likeness. 80. There are not two Gods - viz, one in whom creatures participate & one in Himself, that is, one participable & one imparticipable. 81. Men on God's side are no longer men. Men against God pretend to be men. Nothing can defeat God. Humanity is a species of God in opposition. Anyone who exposes the conspiracy against Christ is the world's enemy. Those for God refuse all power save love. Those who serve Caesar & God are liars. 82. It is natural to be divine: it is unnatural to be human. 83. Only the divine is truly human. 84. The world is sub-human. 85. True light is uncreated.
Well, kid, it is easy to know more than everyone & anyone if Christ Almighty stood before one, literally, really, actually - I mean, for f***s sake, it is alright reading about Paul on the Damascus road & 'Doubting Thomas' ca. 2000 years ago and (quote) 'all that shit ' ...But here we are talking about toasted & roasted Jews and every horror: I mean like RELATIVELY ABSOLUTE HORROR .. whatever that is ... real horror beyond imagining .. but, as God is my judge, He walked into my study ... Shit, He knows something about me .... He knows I am a shredded horror of my own, buried for Truth & no easy life: I'm in Him & f*** the consequences ...I was always a tough kid, subjected to the horrors of a broken heart. Agh, I listen to the intimations of love's triumph...... O! I saw Heaven rising, unspeakable in its pronounced peace, as I stood with you, my love, beyond every longed-for dream & dearest wish, knowing that God Almighty would vanquish the oppressors of loving innocence, the deepest wish of which is that I, absymal wretch, should be classed amongst all innocence ... Ah, I have stood with the Super-Trinity risen, every wound healed & laughing, in sweetest love, at Christ's table ....
86. All the mystery up to the Throne of Christ is open. 87. The dimensions which lead to the Vision of God are known. 88. Only the worthy are allowed up. We do not allow Christ's enemies up. 89. N.B. True love is the only requirement.
40 .... As you know, O glorious darling of All Light & Ultra-Gentle ... oops, as ecstacy swoops in, like owl & dove & redeemed hawk , in the hoof steps of the roe on wet & vibrant clover, love underfoot, as lesser creatures fell with & under man .. our God is three persons in one. A person is not an individual .. but lifts all suffering love .. all suffering love up. Tritheism is the belief in three individuals as God: an individual is imperfect: hence tritheism is the imputed nonsense of paganism, offered against the Most Holy Trinity. A person is perfect & Three Persons in One is utter perfection. For a visual image ... imagine three ghosts sitting in a chair - i.e. - three in one in an imaginary setting: how easily three divine persons in one could subsist, indwell or co-dwell. As a man can be both father & son, God is Father, Son & Holy Ghost .... Now even these f***ing humans .. stupid sh**heads .. can grasp this, can they not .. !!?? They'd better learn, these bloody morons, this great God LIVES & RULES ..... either perfect love or utter destruction. Any god is an enormity & thereby more than sufficient to objectify the world as a plethora of insane lies. This lying consensus is the world's 'substance': any "God" is permitted except God ... God is marginalised by a stinking idol called 'man'. Only false Gods are projected by man: in this sense "God" is created by man ...
90. Only God can define God. 91. The world has no substance - Weltgeist - called God. 92. The inner ramparts of the world God knows. 93. Imposture is the false selfhood of ungodly delusion: the gods ape men & men ape apes. Sin is the negation of divine love. 94. Sin is the blockage imposed by free will on Heaven manifest. 95. The layers of manhood smother & strangle Godhead. 96. The masks - prosopa - of humanity range from God to Satan. 97. We choose which masks we embody.
Now, my love, what is the Church? God is the Church & the Church is perfect. Anything imperfect calling itself the Church or a Church is not. The name of the Church is the Gk. Ï 6bD4@H, meaning the supreme authoritative power or Lord. To enter into the Church we enter into the uncreated Light or Power of the Holy Ghost in Christ's Name. Anyone who calls themself 'Christian' & who does not receive this uncreated Light is a liar. There is no institution on earth beside or separate from this immaculate & mysterious citadel, worthy to be called the Church. Every building not constructed in this divine region is a grotesque misrepresentation of the Almighty, as God can always be seen via
41 ¦B4680F4H or invocative power ( ... supplication or prayer). Appearances of this power without Christ's Name are satanic. God alone rules over the Church, but the Most Sacred & Most Holy Queen of Heaven also rules the gods. Only Almighty God and She of Unsurpassed Countenance are infallible, delegating as they see fit. Infallibility admits of degrees of deification & only deification brings humans to Heaven.
98. N.B. Deification is Heaven. 99. Deification admits of degrees. 100. One is admitted to the dimensions of Christ. 101. One becomes like God. 102. One becomes a god. 103. One becomes God. 104. Jesus Christ is Super-God & Super-essence. Essence - substance - is that it is & is not other. Essence is also Super-essence, because God is more than essence. Defining the Almighty would be like cupping roaring oceans in a thimble: hence, when man is Trinity, God is Super-Trinity. God is not participable by essence, because God has no parts. We become the essence of God, but God's essence is via remotionis. The more we are, the more He is even more: thus man is a self- transcending function & not an absolute value. In God man is above what he is, as anthropology is a becoming. A becoming does not take human laws of logic. He who frames & formulates human logic in a human context cannot include himself in what is, after all, part of himself. Man is part of divine logic: the logician walks on water. An incomplete man cannot even completely formulate his own thought .. axioms .. inferences .. and so forth. Human logic is part of the mystique of pseudo-intelligence & the cult of reason: it is a science warding off true divinity ... 105. "All men are liars". "I am not a man" (.. its answer). "I am lying" (.. what the fallen says to the unfallen). The false self lies & the god under guises replies. The most that human logic can do is to defer reflexivity, tertium exclusi and contradiction, because a man does not equal his false self: A … A. In theophany the false self manifests as plural humanity - i.e. - as different faces - prosopa - or external visible appearances - schemata. The schemata pass from human to divine. A man is every name in history: becoming this whilst denying Christ is what drove Nietzsche mad. Humans defer identity in presuming it. 106. A true man passes beyond historical confines, beyond the entire spatio-
42 temporal context. Man's flesh is replaced by light. Man's flesh is not replaced by created light. All men receive the created light, the evil included. 107. The good receive uncreated light as a gift, not as a loan - i.e. - in God one's true identity is given back. Temporally-created identity is false identity. Man's true identity is not flesh, which is subject to death. God confers immortal identity on those who love Him. 108. N.B. Immortal identity is perceptible: the trappings of Deity manifest. 109. N.B. God is known by power - i.e. - by power greater than any earthly power. 110. Power is a norm & divinity is a norm. 111. Only gods & goddesses mediate between God & man. 112. Deification transcends earthly hierarchy & figurative power pyramids. 113. The dimension of Christ is not formal or bureaucratic: it cannot be manipulated by the fallen. Man manipulates, the gods cannot. 114. The divine must rule the human. Human over divine is falsification. The Church in its entirety can be found in any worthy man - i.e. - if his level of deification includes it. The sons and daughters of God do not blend with the world: they surpass it. Ecclesiastics might appear to hold the outer trappings of power. But the true content of power is within Christ's Kingdom. One rules by the power of being able to take men to Heaven during the earthly period. One does not rule by the promise of God later - i.e. - after physical death, but by the showing forth of God now. The progeny of God are not dictated to by exalted creatures: the Truth shall make you free. The progeny of God accept no human power pyramid over them. God is free: the divine is unlimited, and God's sons & daughters are divine. 115. That which is unlimited (the divine) is co-limited with that which is limited (the human), while that which is limited (the human) is developed according to the measurements of infinity. God's freedom is never confined in limit, because our limit is without measure. Never accept any earthly figure who is not-God as infallible. The Kingdom of Heaven is within: thus accept no spiritual hypothesis which does not go directly to God. 116. Not-God is critically dissociated with itself - e.g. - a man. Such a man uses tonal auxilaries: he construes hypotheses because he cannot solve the mystery of life. All human knowledge is tonal. Theology is not human knowledge: to be a theologian is to be above being merely human.
43 To be human is as low as one can get. Tonality is the (mis)construing of reality according to appearances or phenomena. Man is called on to prove his view of reality is not based on tonal assumptions. If one does not have direct access to God, then tonality has intervened. Abstraction is tonality: God is not abstract. There is no reason big enough for God. God is above mere thought. Empirical consciousness is contracted thought, everywhere in chains. God expands consciousness to free the spiritual nature of man. Power hierarchies base themselves on tonal ideologies, so as to promote differences between men outside of God. Inside God power is given according to worth - "capacity". The more love a being gives, the more love a being takes: only that is just. Men who do not truly love God enslave themselves by relinquishing divine freedom. Men volunteer to become masters & slaves by disavowing God. The whole master-slave delusion is a willed enactment by both parties. Master & slave enter into a contract based on fear & mistrust: they deserve each other in lacking love. In Christ there is neither master nor slave. Counterfeit lovers of God disparage Godhead by erecting false situations in an attempt to bring Christ into disrepute. Christ is utterly innocent. To say that He is not is a form of tonal expediency and corruption. Man projects corruption. Man does not see things as they are, but as he wishes to see them, usually to justify illicit gains. Man mutates the anthropological perspective so as not to see God. Anything less than seeing God is not-God. Not-God presumes to rule in God's place. No man can rule successfully in God's place. All ideologies and perspectives - save seeing God - produce war. As God cannot be destroyed, Satan harnesses man to destroy man, with the ultimate objective of destroying God's creation. Satan's strongest weapon is the belief he does not exist ..... 117. War is an institution ordained by Satan. 118. Nature is not anterior to personhood. 119. Nature - Gk. NbF4H - is not behind God. 120. And there is no nature behind men in God. 121. Man cannot be defined inside man. Man cannot be defined by man. 122. Man is not an objective substance - Gk. ÏLF\" - as "Nature" is supposed to be. 123. Nature is not an objective substance either: the only substance is in God. 124. It is not a substance which rounds off man's incomplete knowledge. Substance is thought to make incomplete knowledge complete - i.e. - perfect. But substance is merely a concept & fictitious stop-gap, posing
44 as that which would make man's knowledge perfect. Substance is surrogation for the absent God. God is not a substance - something equivalent to an abstract fiction, objectified thing, etc. 125. God's substance - essence, ousia - is one in three - i.e. - one equivalent to three. So much for tertium exclusi ...... 126. Nature is divine. The world is not divine. Ergo: fallen nature is not divine. 127. The array of things is not divine. To identify man with "Nature" (as objectifed substance) is to identify man with thinghood. Likewise, no thing can define man - e.g. - any template outside God, such as computer, machine, etc. If nature is antecedent to man, nature defines man: man's unfallen nature precedes man's fallen nature. Divine nature precedes objectified nature: energy - Gk. ¦<,D(,4" - precedes things. 128. Only divine nature can free man from earthly definition. 129. In man divine nature is antecedent to individual nature. 130. God is the central axis of man. God's substance is man's "substance" ( ... understood as a non-thing): hence, man's divine central axis is three persons. The three persons cannot be understood as trinal mind - e.g. - memory, will, understanding. God is incomparable. He cannot be compared to trinal mind. Nor can trinal mind be compared to God. The Trinity is not an infinite form of finite trinal mind. We cannot coordinate God's being by mental analogies. 131. The reason for God's existence is acausal & declarative: I am that I am. This utterance of the Almighty is a billion times more intelligent than the cogito. To know that is to be struck high with awe. In the words of V. Hugo: "Geometry is misleading - only the tempest is true." 132. Displacement of the central axis is the creatio ex nihilo: looping back is the tempestuous return of the gods. 133. If a man cannot take you to God, his theory is incorrect. True theory is provided directly by the Almighty. 134. Adamic life refers to inner historicity, not to a literal (chronological) sequence. Literalism, in this respect, is mere tonality: it is hypothesis and, thus, it proceeds without proof. One can never prove anything from dark bygone depths, but only erect theoretical structures. This indirect theorization is useless as it cannot access the angelic realms. Indeed, it is erected so as not to. The ratio of all fallen theory is to maintain the fall. The down buttresses the down. Fallen theory is designed to substantiate the earth's primal contradiction of the human being.
45 135. N.B. Humans do not be: they are not be-ing: humans only become. 136. Outer historicity depends on inner historicity, viz, on the RLP0 or risen intellect of the gods. The psyche is false out of God. Outer historicity is merely a contracted (fallen) perception, with reality extracted. God can show history as it really is, and not as it is seen by the paid hirelings of earthly regimes. 137. Divine history overthrows material history from the inside .... 138. Outer historicity is the ceaseless rota of death. 139. The logic of true history is in the Logos. The Logos is becoming, and the Logos became. Imperfect inner historicity is perfected in the becoming of the Logos. The Logos became man - i.e. - not as a direct object, as if with change. The Logos assumed manhood - i.e. - eternal manhood assimilated spatio-temporal manhood. 140. All three persons - ßB`FJ"F,4H - rest on the perfect manhood of Christ. 141. It is impossible for someone to see one hypostasis of the Trinity before meeting Christ. 142. A hypostasis is never sent by Christ. 143. Three hypostases always remain on God. 144. The Father is begetter, hence unbegotten. The Son is begotten, hence not unbegotten. Begottenness is eternally generated. Unbegottenness generates. 145. The unbegotten & the begotten never unify apart from the third hypostasis. 146. The unbegotten & the begotten never become one which sends a hypostasis. 147. The three are one: two never become one. 148. The Trinity is absolutely complete: it never becomes - e.g. - two. 149. The Trinity is not a dyad passing into a triad. One is three absolutely - i.e. - not relatively. The one never stands behind the three. Two never stand behind one. The three in one rests on Christ Almighty. If we say 'Father and Son', it is to stress co-eternity, that is, should anyone seek to lessen the Son. But this formula is indissolubly linked with the absolute co- eternity of the Holy Ghost. 'Father and Son' - filioque - is used against Arianist error: it is a partial formula of polemical type. But if it is reckoned complete as it stands, great error results. 150. Energy is beatific beauty: the uglification of energy is science. 151. The Trinity says "I make myself to go forth" - ¦6B@D¥LTµ"4 - which shows the Almighty is also His energy.
46 152. God is His energy as one & God is His energies as many. 153. The essence is energy, but the energy is not essence.
Now these latter statements show, my sweet, the profound differences between the Platonists and Christ. Plato thought that the one and the many possessed two distinct referents (hence realms or PTD"4 dr. from PTD4H = excluding), the one above and the many below, when, in fact, the one and the many is above, and the one and the many is below, the former perfectly and the latter imperfectly. It took a monumental genius to correct Plato's mistake, which Christ did so easily. Hence, to argue that Christ is based on Plato is a form of gross stupidity. Minor errors accrue into universal opinions .. toxic oceans from which the unwary drink. It is likewise with the expression in the Thaetetus 176b: Òµ@4TF4H 2,è, which, although it shows a noble Athenian at his best, fails to recognise precisely how this is achieved. Father, Son and Holy Ghost send the uncreated energies to man: glory in the whirlwind is the voice of homoiosis. The Holy Ghost subjects the energies - •B@DD@4"4 or streamings - to the Son, and the Son subjects the energies - *b<"µ,4H or powers - to the Father. ¦<,D(,4"4 and *b<"µ,4H are indistinct in Trinitarian thought, unlike in Aristotelianism. The uncreated energies of the Holy Ghost lead a man to Christ. Whilst the hypostasis of the Holy Ghost remains anonymous as man is moved towards the perfect man, the hypostasis of the Son is conferred on man per gratiam. After meeting Christ the hypostases of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost are conferred on man altogether. Strictly speaking, a hypostasis is never received singly.
154. A hypostasis is above the infinities. 155. A hypostasis is greater than the world: it exceeds spatio-temporality: it will not go into the world without surfeit. 156. The power of the Holy Ghost is sent by the Son. 157. Christ is the maximum of uncreated energy. 158. As man is again co-joined to the uncreated, two natures re-appear again, viz, man becomes uncreated and eternally created. 159. The eternally created reflects the uncreatedness of its Maker. 160. The eternally created is a microcosm of man as God. 161. When man becomes the Trinity per se, Christ is the Super-Trinity per se. 162. The Holy Ghost does not proceed from the Father and the Son. 163. The temporal mission of the Holy Ghost is not procession. 164. The filioque is a defense of the Son's co-eternity: it is not an express statement of the Trinity. (The Arian Visigoths misconstrued part of the
47 truth as the whole truth, and thus converted those who converted them). 165. The filioque is Arian vengeance. 166. The Holy Ghost proceeds with the Son without time. 167. The Holy Ghost is not a lesser God, with the Father and the Son as a ditheistic cause. Psychologically, the filioque foists off the subordination of one hypostasis onto man. 168. The subordination of the Holy Ghost is impossible. 169. The Holy Ghost does not have His existence from the Father through the Son. 170. The Holy Ghost is God Almighty. 171. The Son is not a secondary cause. 172. The Son is not a simultaneous cause. 173. No hypostasis of God has a derivative existence. 174. The Holy Ghost does not contract to enter the world in its temporal mission. 175. The Holy Ghost brings the world in you to the Son. 176. The Holy Ghost proceeds immediately from the Father, and not mediately from or through the Son, as is bound to appear to happen if they are somehow envisaged (conceptually) as together. 177. God is never a concept. Conceptuality is the not-God of textual delivery. 178. God delivers textuality with illuminated power. 179. The bureaucratization of God extinguishes genuine illumination. God revamped is mutant control: murder replaces miracle. 180. Father and Son are not fused - semi-Sabellianism - in any way. If the filioque is held to and semi-Sabellianism is denied, the mind is forced between a unity or plurality of first principle. If Father and Son are fused, unity results. If Father and Son are not fused, plurality results. 181. God is neither unity nor plurality. 182. Filioquism gives rise to either monadic or dyadic first principle. 183. God is neither monad nor dyad. 184. Eternal generation does not send eternal procession. 185. Filioquism is the theology of imbeciles. 186. It is impossible to maintain filioquism after meeting Christ. 187. All three hypostases possess the same qualities: they all include existential and hypostatic differences - e.g. - one difference is that the Father is the cause. 188. All that is common to the Father and the Son is also common to the Holy Ghost. If the power to send is common, the Holy Ghost is not sent. The
48 Father and the Son do not send the Holy Ghost. 189. Godhead is common to Father, Son and Holy Ghost. 190. Filioquism blurs the eternal distinction of Father and Son. 191. Filioquism confuses the hypostases of Father and Son as cause. E.g. the Son is made co-cause, and co-cause is denied to the Holy Ghost. The Father as begetter is cause, and the Father as unbegotten is beyond cause. There is no co-cause in the Trinity. We attribute cause to the Father who is without cause. (In the context of the unbegotten the notion of 'cause' is iconic: it refers to a higher mystery via an incongruous similitude.) 192. The Trinity causes everything, but is not caused. 193. The Trinity is not caused by the Super-Trinity. 194. The Super-Trinity appears to be the Trinity via remotionis. 195. The Super-Trinity is seen by God as apparently unmoving - i.e. - because it is moving as God. 196. Only - hypostatic difference - the Father is co-cause ...... 197. The Father is co-causer as Trinity, not as Father and Son .... 198. The Father is sole cause of creation as Trinity. 199. There is no essential inclusion in God: the hypostasis of the Father does not include the hypostasis of the Son. 200. The Son and Holy Ghost are not two Sons. 201. Eternal generation and eternal procession are not confused. Generation is from the Father, and procession is from the Father: this Almighty charioteer is Himself the reins. Unbegottenness is greater than generation: both are God. Generation is not greater than procession: both are God. Eternal procession is beyond cause: hence, through the Son is a temporal reference. The sending of the Holy Ghost is not procession. And the procession is not a mode of existence in God: it is God. 202. The relation of temporality to eternity involves the hidden God. God is fully hidden whilst fully revealing Himself - i.e. - relative to any that which perceives (even unto that which is Himself). God is the inexhaustibility of the absolutely fecund in His immeasurable creativity; and as the unbegotten He is greater still ..... 203. God does not reveal Himself in separate - alternate - economies. 204. Even in becoming God the oneness is hidden - i.e. - because God is also primordially diverse. Unity never precedes diversity, contra Platonism. 205. Filioquism over-emphasizes God as monad. 206. Filioquism over-emphasizes God as dyad. 207. Tritheism over-emphasizes God as triad.
49 208. Procession does not exclusively envisage God: the hypostasis of the Holy Ghost - like that of the Father - rests on the Son, that is, on Christ, not on the Father and the Son. 209. The Holy Ghost is in no sense common to the Father and Son. Commonality belongs to substance and not to hypostasis. The hypostasis of the Holy Ghost cannot be logically derived from a supposed commonality of the Father and Son. Procession should never denote a relation between the Father and Son, as if this can serve as a basis for the hypostasis. 210. God is never logically constructible. 211. God has always been perfectly human, thus Christ. 212. The perfect humanity of God took flesh: this is what the Incarnation means. 213. Father' and 'Son' are not logical terms from which is derived another term. 214. Relations are not the basis of hypostases, as with Augustine & Aquinas. It is impossible to derive relations of plurality, or God's plurality, from unity, or God's unity. There is no oppositio relationis between the hypostases of Godhead. Filioquist considerations presuppose nature is prior to hypostasis in an order of concepts. If nature is thought of as objectified substance, man then becomes individuated substance: substance is therefore conceived as antecedent to a personalised individual. The antitheses of person - hypostasis - and individual are thereby conceptually elided. If this is then projected as God, the ensuing trinality is a construction of man. 215. Man can only construct not-God. Man is not a mode of nature, substance, etc. 216. Nature is a function of man: imperfect man, imperfect nature; and perfect man, perfect nature. 217. True nature - the divine NbF4H - and hypostasis coincide: neither is prior. This is that which is correctly termed the nature of God. 218. The generation of the Son and the procession of the Holy Ghost differ absolutely. 219. God is a monad equivalent to a triad: hence there is no place in Him for a dyad. The union is the Father. The union is not the substance. The substance is not subject to the Father. The substance is not identified with the Father. 220. Only the Father is "ÛJ@2,@H.
50 221. God is known as He reveals Himself ab extra: and - more highly - in the revealer ..... 222. No distinctions can be introduced into the interior of the Trinity meant to designate the relations between the three hypostases. Relations - and here the term is nullified ab extra - are known to God ab intra. 223. Not-God is characterised by individual consciousness. This consciousness is simultaneously unaware of its own essential content. This simultaneous unconsciousness is the negation of the via lucis. Not- God is presumptuous of the profoundest error of humanity: that it is not born of God ... The unconscious is merely outer darkness. 224. The hypostasis of the Holy Ghost is the hypostasis of manifestation. 225. This hypostasis is hidden by the very profusion of divinity which He manifests. 226. The Holy Ghost is a living substance - lord of sanctification - whose relationship to God is disclosed by His procession, but the mode of whose àB"D>4H - existential beginning or principium - is preserved ineffably. 227. The paternal •DP0 is dynamic as we advance in worth: it is not subject to thought. The subordination of relation to substance is a trivial - albeit grossly erroneous - conceptualisation of God. 228. The Holy Ghost does not proceed by spiration - spiritus quia spiratus - from the Father and the Son. 229. God is not an infinite being who stands in need of interior distinctions posited by the lesser..... 230. There is no society within God's substance. 231. Filioquism is based on subject-object psychology, asserted of God. 232. Filioquism is analogy religion: ratio reducing tempestuous divinity... 233. Finite personality resides in decay: it can furnish no model for God. 234. The Father does not behold Himself in the Son as an alter-ego, as Godhead is not celestial narcissism. 235. Spiration is non-existent. 236. Neither generation nor procession is an emanation of substance. 237. The generation of the Son is not per modum intellectus. 238. The procession of the Holy Ghost is not per modum voluntatis nor per modum amoris. 239. The Holy Ghost is not spirative energy: the immortals are energy. 240. The aloneness of God achronically precedes the most ancient immortality.
51 Perhaps this is a good moment to pause, lover, as some of this could do with filling in, so you can see where some of it comes from. Allow me to go back to my species of mathematical thought and to link it to consciousness. When I was young I had the idea that thought can be numbered, that is, not simply arithmetized on a formal mapping, but counted. This came to me because thought appears to be a linear transient of finite length: it passes through the mind, so I asked myself how many lengths of thought constitute consciousness? And what if finite thought is part of thoughts - qua sentences or propositions - of infinite length .. what then? How could one actually sum - add - these thoughts & by what formulaic processes & how would such processes be devised? I could find nothing but suggestive analogues in any other studies, because what I was seeking to express was nowhere around. So, I began to devise formulae for adding "totalizations of thought". My sentences immediately took on (previously) unseen complexities - e.g. - finite sentences looked for definitions dependent on infinite laws. Does the principle of contradiction look the same if the sentence it is applied to possesses non-finite elements? Now this sort of inquiry meant combining current studies of the infinite with unknown modes of addition (unknown, that is, to anyone including me). It was not simply a question of building an apparatus which would perform this sort of task: how to and its very possibility were also unknown. However, I am not going to revamp my remaining notes on this topic here: that can wait for another occasion. All I want to say to you really is that the disruption of this program was brought about by impenetrability: abstractions cannot penetrate into reality. During this period I saw formulaic complexities of quite stunning splendour, the destruction of which in written form pained me enormously. But, darling, what were they in comparison to watching Almighty God toy with lightning? Now, of course, I do not mean physical lightning but, rather, pure energy in configurations of unsurpassing delight. Ah, my love, what magnificent genius He displayed before us. And this is the consciousness mathematics cannot perceive: mathematics is below divine energies ...
241. The so-called 'principle of appropriation' - whereby an attribute which properly belongs to the entire Godhead is assigned pre-eminently to one hypostasis - is bogus - e.g. - unity to the Father, equality to the Son, connexion to the Holy Ghost. Appropriation is a theoretic device meant to help in the construction of God. The Holy Ghost is not a connexion - relation - between the Father and the Son: He is a hypostasis per se. The 'hypostases as relations' theory is an inadequate analogical image.
52 242. The Holy Ghost is not a communion between the Father and the Son - i.e. - not the bond of love - vinculum amoris - or relation between two persons (alias human surrogates). Psychological qualification is posterior to the nature of God. The temporal mission is an energy of light, or an economy. A man constructs Trinitarian theory only when in ontological shadow. Abstraction, even of the utmost formulaic splendour, fails to access even a luminous void. Only power from the Holy Ghost penetrates the impenetrable. This power opens the world beyond itself. Other dimensions are at His command. 243. The Holy Ghost is a free active hypostasis. 244. The world beyond itself negates the world. 245. Living entities beckon with singing eyes, metamorphosizing on golden wings. 246. The world beyond itself is not rational, mechanical, mathematical: it is divine. 247. There is no passive, subordinate derivation in procession: He freely makes Himself to go out from the Father. Two processions - duae processiones - do not exist in God. Procession is not generation: procession describes the self- manifestation of Deity. Procession is not a temporal coming out, but God as projection. Projection - prolatio, emissio - is what God does whilst His third hypostasis remains on Christ. Procession - ekporeuesthai - is the I make myself to go out: the I is - as it were - that of God as the third hypostasis, having no need to move; whilst the myself is that of God as the third hypostasis, which moves for us and to us. The third person is a sufficient profusion of energy for us, and the hypostatic surfeit beyond sufficiency remains with the other two persons on Christ. The Father throws forth the passivity of the Son and the activity of the Holy Ghost. The Father does not throw forth necessitarian activity - i.e. - He does not engender a product nor "produce" - but throws forth self-willing (hypostatic) freedom. While the third hypostasis fully reveals Himself as profuse glory, He fully hides Himself as a hypostasis. There is no visual proof of the identity of the Holy Ghost, but there is such proof that He manifests His uncreated splendour. God does not want the anonymity of the third hypostasis to be subject to disclosure, for the very reason that non-disclosure bids us seek out the Son, on whom all hypostases rest.
Again, another (relevant) digression to focus particular ideas. Take the
53 idea of the sentence as usually understood. The English sentence has a long history before it arrives at its modern variant. Vocalised prose alone - say, in Greek - underwent vast linear transformations. As its initial technique is basically oral, voiced form preceded logical arrangement. There is no standard (word) order in Attic Greek: as the sentence is part of communicative recitative, grammatical and logical order appeared late. Monodic and choral lyric poetry preceded logic, and Pindar's epinician stanzas preceded Aristotle's arrangement of the sentence into subject and predicate. The ascription of truth and falsity to sentential units is a late development. Stanzaic form wanders, and this is later reflected in Ciceronian Latin. Here the verb is thrown to the end, and subordinate clauses multiply. In Middle English prose is not written in sentences at all: arbitrary decision makes the periodic sentence uncommon. Information is tagged on; and it is only with Dryden's structures that the modern sentence really begins. My idea was to drive the sentence beyond all precedents. To do this I merged words and numbers - i.e. - in considering words as numbers, any sentential content is numerical. This procedure allows both sentential content and sentential form to be numerically varied, placing emphasis on how many (elements and sentences) there are. In the first instance this was to get beyond limits implicit in formulaic tagging by Gödel numbers, that is, my aims did not directly concern relative consistency, impredication, completeness - the paraphenalia of advanced axiomatics - rather, the idea was to consider logical laws as infinite conditions. As Gödel numbers imply tertium exclusi in constructible foundations, I thought them inadequate to examine tertium exclusi in itself. Evidently then, either p or not-p depends on p - e.g. - it depends on whether p is a periodic sentence, or whether it wanders. My idea was not to presuppose tertium exclusi in its own definition, as this gives rise to circularity. Tertium exclusi had to be open beyond itself or infinitely expressed. So, let me examine this in embryo: 248. If all there is is circumscribed by the infinite p, then either p or not-p is part of p. This is to say not-p is also p. This implies tertium exclusi fails or not-p = 0. 249. If all there is is p, then not-p is not. Evidently, however, not-p is. Therefore, p is not all there is. Part of the infinite p is not-p - i.e. - some p is not-p, which is contrary to tertium exclusi. Let n = any natural number, then: 250. If we say not-p = 0 and p = n, with p excluding not-p, there exists both p and not-p greater than n. Let us refer to this simultaneous elision of both p and not-p as n+. The p of n+ is not p = n and, therefore, it is the not-p of p = n.
54 Obviously, if we use a linear analogue for our theoretical sentences, tertium exclusi is, as it were, shunted away from the standard periodic sentence. A periodic sentence is limited or partitioned, according to use, by finitary means. However, if we allow sentences to wander - to augment - any limit is surpassed, and this implies the range of tertium exclusi must be rearranged by variations in the law itself. Likewise, as anything beyond p = n is simultaneously both p and not-p, contradiction is breached in a higher register. Now I am aware that elements of a higher register can be distinguished - i.e. - the p and not-p of n+ can be distinguished by alternative referents, so that contradiction is not breached. Nevertheless, the breaching procedure is instantly regenerated by further augments. That is, tertium exclusi and contradiction again fail their remit, and this is brought about by the ever-becoming of n. In philosophical terms the finitary necessarily ever becomes: worse, the finitary necessarily implies potential infinities; and, worse still, potential infinities are necessarily incomplete. Again, obviously, tertium exclusi and contradiction require complete entities. The forced completion of entities is - as it were - a psychological shuffle, which is designed to reinforce man's finitism. This forced completion is the subordination of becoming - i.e. - becoming is subordinated under identity. I say this is forced because potential infinities require an actual infinity to establish identity. Yet this actual infinity is always unforthcoming: worse, it is always forthcoming; and, worse still, it is the stultifying apex which controls the abstractions of mankind.
251. The gods escape the stultifying nadir of finitude and the stultifying zenith of infinity. God is neither finite nor infinite. 252. Almighty God creates infinities: He is that Mighty. 253. One enters the lair of Almighty God by dimensions of light. Uncreated light negates finite and infinite thoughts - thoughts of - replacing them by living entities. 254. Uncreated light - eternally reflected in the imago Dei - animates man. 255. Finite generative theorems - e.g. - involving an identity of nature and a distinction between the begetter and the begotten - cannot be taken into the transfinite case because that is not the way to reach God. 256. The Father is not ungenerated according to substance. 257. Ungenerateness transcends any opposition between substance and accident. 258. There are no accidents in God.
55 259. Accidents pertain to finite - imperfect - things, whilst in God there is neither beginning nor cessation. 260. God is not changeable: so the entire theory of accidents is redundant. Likewise, substances - as correlates of accidents - are redundant factors apart from God. 261. God's substance - oneness, essentia, ens - is always manifested hypostatically. 262. We cannot manufacture a yardstick of 'implied relations between the hypostases', and thus confine all other attribution to God's substance - i.e. - first there is a finite reduction of such relations, which are really unknowns in the ontological context, and then a presumption of what constitutes relative characteristics. 263. It is impossible to associate properties with the anonymity of the Holy Ghost, as He reveals non-categorized powers - e.g. - new colours. 264. The entire theory of accidents forces mind to move towards things in themselves - i.e. - abstract and generic entities. Thus, if we say 'each hypostasis is substance, and the same substance as the other hypostases', then we say, 'each hypostasis is a thing in itself, etc', and thinghood replaces personhood. 265. The term 'hypostasis' does not refer to the one divine being insofar as it is related to itself in three ways, as this implies substance is anterior to modes of relation. 266. A theory of the self-relatedness of God does not transcend theories of substance and accident, but merely aetherializes them. 267. Begottenness is not the Father seeing Himself. 268. God is not a blow-up of human introspection: there is no human proof. 269. God is not made in the image of man. 270. Three hypostases do not inhere in one substance. 271. God does not proceed by intentionality - i.e. - by going outside Himself as subject. We cannot construe God's ab intra-ness by inherence analogues. 272. Hypostases are not modes of self-relatedness immanent in each hypostasis. 273. The ground 'related to itself' is totally inadequate in regard to Godhead, because God is absolutely unique. 274. Man's capacity to participate in God is not the imago Dei: the imago Dei is an identity, not a participable function. Participability is rendered according to disclosures in uncreated light.
56 275. The identity of the third hypostasis does not go forth. The third hypostasis - as it were - mutes identity in bringing man to Godhead. The third hypostasis mutes identity because our identity is undisclosed. 276. God the Father is the one source of pre-essential Godhead: thus neither the Son nor the Holy Ghost can be the source of Godhead together with the Father. The Holy Ghost receives His free hypostatic being from the Father: if from the Son also, then what He receives from the Father is insufficient. 277. One hypostasis is sufficient for two hypostases.
Now there is more for your consideration, as all this will tie-in at some stage. What I am trying to say is difficult to gather: hence this epigrammatic mode of hints and a moving towards. But it can be said: only not directly by any theoretical communication. This is because it is where theory breaks that the uniqueness of the living God is seen. Take any proposition p: there is no paradigmatic p which is not uniquely placed. No two propositions are the same. In any system p, q or r is a device shunting uniqueness out. Identitas indiscernibilium guarantees relative uniqueness. No two elements are the same, and no two points are the same. The theory of identical points in linear space falsifies theory by theory. No two places are the same: therefore no two points are the same. Equi-distance in continua is a myth which generates the continuum. Equi-distance towards zero is the myth of indistance between equal points. This alone negates sized points - i.e. - if two distinct points coalesce, there is a point of coagulation: something different takes place - e.g. - connection, which is more line than a point, and less line than a line. This conceptual elision - merging - immediately embeds the finitary with infinitudes, and these senseless experiences - for that is what they are - turn on no sense. Human theory turns on nonsense: theory always implies theoretical myth, and my argument as to why this is so can be outlined as follows:
278. The vocabulary of human theory is falsified energy. 279. The language of the gods has become fallen - discrepant - energy. 280. The energy of the imago Dei is mutated by flesh - Gk. FVD>. As this energy is mediated into life by its biologization, mutation becomes normalcy. 281. Enfleshment - ¦ 57 282. The highest (theoretical) exemplar of unlike energy is mathematics. In mathematics even elements are unlike each other: worse, any entity is unlike itself. 283. A discrepant entity reflects the false heart of man. 284. Mathematics goes over into the unbounded Ancient in negating itself. 285. Mathematics generates false infinities ... mortal versions. 286. There is no difference between mathematics and the world, in that both are fallen objects. Infinities, such as T and !0, are entities of mind or psychological objects - i.e. - they are objects with no objective designation out there. In reality T and !0, !1 ...... !T symbolise schematic confusions of unlike energy. These are numbers unlike themselves. 287. Logic opposing divine logic opposes itself. 288. Axioms are acts of faith: there is faith in unprovable obviousness; and everything obvious has a contrary. Because the gods fell there is nothing self-evident. 289. The self is like energy to God: mathematics is the false apotheosis of abstraction. 290. Mathematics is put there to confound the worldly-wise: worse, to bring about destruction of the false accretions on the imago Dei. 291. Mathematics is an architectonic skein over madness ... twistings and contortions presuming to be divine reasonings. 292. Mathematics cannot release the gods: only the unbounded Ancient apotheosizes. 293. Tertium exclusi is a denial of the simultaneity of opposites - i.e. - an attempt to maintain time in shunting off eternity. 294. Eternity penetrates and negates linear temporality. The coordinates of time are merely attempts to inhibit deific becoming: thus, as such, the Almighty can move them. 295. Homoiosis negates finitude and false infinities: eternity is not like !T. 296. Eternity is the devastating magnificence of the risen gods. 297. Essence is inessential. Is-ness is not essence. Obviously there is a pre- structural and pre-logical something which precedes the expression is in either sentence. Essence is inessential because the preceding something differs from the expression is. Any time we seek to express anything as essence a new and unique is appears. We cannot say that this preceding something presences essence, or that is reflects itself as the expression is. 298. Essence is inessential because it cannot essenciate itself. 58 299. Is-ness essenciates itself as other. 300. If we look behind an expression which purports is-ness - say, p - this is- ness might well essenciate uniquely - e.g. - energy might be a sprawling, rather than an articulation. 301. Thus we could argue that p is preceded by uniqueness, not essence. I can give you an example of this in saying that p stands for a white cube. If I then say that everything which is not a white cube is not, then is-not-ness is not, because a black cube is. I am thus saying that the expression not-p is both pre-structurally and pre-logically complex. This is what we are going to examine in detail. 302. Tertium exclusi is the apex of non-contradiction (consistency): either p or not-p means not both p and not-p. This implies p is not equivalent to not-p. And this says p cannot manifest as not-p - e.g. - a white cube is not a black cube. Arguably then: 303. Essenciation is separable as is-ness and is-not-ness. If we say that essence is, then both is-ness and is-not-ness palpably manifest or presence themselves - i.e. - relatively or relative to time. Not both p and not- simultaneously. I am arguing, however, that that which precedes the is- ness of p is not p's is-ness. So 304. The existential ground of p is not p itself. Or 305. The existential ground of p is not-p itself. Note the elision into contrariety. 306. In the defining of is-not-ness, is-not-ness is. 307. In the defining of is-ness, is-not-ness is. 308. Now looking at this closely, we can come up with ideas on the following lines: is-ness manifests or presences as difference; or something manifests or presences as is-nesses and is-not-nesses; or &c. Evidently, there is a discrepancy between ground and expression; and it does not matter whether we distinguish this by Seiendheit, Sein, Seiende, Istigkeit u.s.w., unless it is factually possible to precede pre-structural and pre- logical reality. 309. If the is of is-ness is the is of is-not-ness, then p and not-p coincide. 310. The is of p does not coincide with itself. 311. It is impossible to specify (designate) the is-ness of p. 312. Therefore, it is impossible to distinguish between is-nesses for p and not- p. 313. Allow me to give you examples regarding p and not-p. If everything but p is not the white cube, then not-p is in p - e.g. - the cubeness of a black 59 cube is in the white cube. Or: the is-ness of the cube of the black cube is the is-ness of the cube of the white cube. 314. Apparently, the p of either p or not-p is not unalloyed. 315. p is energetically penetrated by not-p. 316. Another example, focussing on p: if we look at the white cube and identify it with anything behind it - energy, itself - then p is in front of itself, that is, p is not-p. 317. p implies the not-p of itself. The not-itself of p is p. 318. The ratio is not effective in fallen structures. 319. In theophany structure disintegrates into energies ... (see below). 320. Look at what comprises the white cube p. Imagine an anarchic (anomic) flux swirling as both p and everything not-p .. or as a cube variably manifesting one form of infinite energy - i.e. - its not-ness to the fore, the otherness of itself ...... 321. It is the same - der Selbe, das Gleich - with sentences, with or without content - Gehalt, Inhalt. 322. The other of itself of a man is an immortal god. 323. Uniqueness is neither p nor not-p. 324. Nothing pre-exists the existence of p - i.e. - existence is no existence to be pre. Divine energy negates p as a non-deific ascription. 325. p is not p: p is something else: it is energy else. 326. It is not is-ness lying underneath, but the power of God. 327. Lying underneath-ness does not essenciate itself - it deifies itself.... 328. Genius is the overneath-ness of the immortal presence. Permit me to digress, as usual. Here I should mention the Theory of Truth. Truth is more essential than gasped air: Truth supplies it. Truth supplies the essence of man beyond the worlding of the world. Heidegger's worlding of the world is merely a slimeivorous worlding of the Word. His binding-in of presence is the extremity of Hegel's supra-immanentism: is-ness is being-in-the- world and it is this is-ness which is the sole referent... No! ... The divine speaks negation - there is no Platonic not - for from the mouth of God there issues Truth - e.g. - thou shalt not ... Now God's negation (unlike the chicken-scratchings of mathematics and logic) renders the world void. The being of God is not some expelling-absorbing-re-absorbing mechanism of existence: the philosophers are f***ing with a God they know not Who ... Heidegger's game is overtly self- stultifying, in that he extended - de-ontologized - Nietzsche's program by standing on its shoulders. In him there is the Expressionismus of F. von Stuck in 60 a pre-Christ (pagan) animosity. Another groundling exalting non-existent essences: essences do not exist: Almighty God does exist. Although God might precede His own definition, He is at least predisposed in it (that is, if He disposes it). The Theory of Truth rises on what comes True: the unworlding of the fallen world comes True. 329. Behind and through p or not-p is neither. 330. Look at the white cube p, and then notice not-p's like p - red cubes, larger cubes. It then becomes obvious that there exists not-p's like p, and not-p's unlike p - red spheres, larger spheres, and so on. However, even if we argue that not-p's like p inhere in p, inherence of this kind appears impossible for not-p's unlike p. Thus, one could assert that some not-p's inhere in p, as if to say that tertium exclusi is invalidated only weakly. Of course, this presumes that p is disjoint from every infinite p. 331. Question: what is the negation that is neither p nor not-p? 332. Imagine a white cube p which is finite, that is, with the proviso that the finite is part of the infinite. The cube, therefore, has an infinite surround..... Now is the cube penetrated by the surround ... ? Or is the cube made up - gestellt - of some of the surround ... ? The answer no means p excludes infinity: p's not-p is infinite. We are then presented with the impossible images of an infinity with a finite gap and a three- dimensional - part cubic - infinity. Tertium exclusi - thus identity - does not apply to this necessitated, impossible image. The answer yes means p includes infinity: p's not-p is infinite. This gives rise to the further proviso that the infinite is part of the finite. The white cube p now simultaneously excludes and includes infinity. Tertium exclusi - thus identity - does not apply to this necessitated, impossible image. Let us examine this relation of p to not-p closely. Imagine there exists an infinity of points comprising the white cube p; and imagine there exists an infinity of points not comprising the white cube p. This produces either an infinity of two colours or two infinities of one colour each. Tertium exclusi - thus identity - does not apply to this necessitated, impossible image. 333. Negations of breached finitude augment potential infinities. 334. Finitism is the futility of keeping out what is in. 61 335. What is itself not itself is the worlding manifestation. 336. The surround is the disintegration of logic and schematic deliberation. 337. Unworlding is the unmutating light. 338. Unlike energy is the coincidence-of-opposites. 339. There is no "ultimately mystical heterology of being" - no essential presencing of being: intelligence sees the inside of Heaven unconcealed. 340. Mathematics scripts and measures uncongenial darkness .... 341. There is no being - ens - which is the 'category of categories' or which precedes all genera: pursuit of such a mythic (fictional) entity is really an attempt to de-ontologize and de-personalize the personhood of God and, thus, it amounts to a cachet of philosophical impotence. 342. Philosophy never gets into the inside of Heaven. 343. But back to the white cube p. Imagine p as comprised of points. Mathematics usually envisages points as entities whose 'likenesses approach the same' - e.g. - repetitive unities. Theoretically all points look the same, as with 1 + 1 + 1 ..... The habit implicit in this envisagement supplies equivalent quanta, but this is not proof that points are the same. Imagine, therefore, that the points of a line vary in size so that no two are the same. Now this idea defeats empiricism in the limits of seeing - we cannot see whether points are the same or not. Any arbitrary number of points could coincide in size, but this could not be seen. This is a lack of sight and knowing, so we abstract from possibilities. Abstraction is a lack of sight in the theoretical mode: worlding ignorance carries over. The point is envisaged mentally because it cannot essenciate itself. For example, every point might be a different shape; or every point might be an incessantly transmogrifying energy; or etc. As we do not know the ground of external manifestation - say, a wooden box - we do not know the ground of internal manifestation - say, cube p. If we try to replicate the outside inside, not knowing carries over. I am saying to you that not knowing carries over both ways, outside to inside, inside to outside. We do not even know if either box or cube is comprised of points. If we say cube p is comprised of points, we assert is-ness. But there are innumerable other is-nesses assertable. These other is-nesses are usually seen as not-is-nesses - e.g. - equivalent quanta are not non- equivalent quanta. However, I am trying to get you to see that all pervading is- nesses manifest as other is-nesses. If you choose a mode - a possibility - for cube p - say, points - other modes pervade - say, lines, squares. There is no limit to these modes - e.g. - energies - because anything can be 62 envisaged as comprising cube p. The ground of knowing always recedes: the ground recedes all ways. As this all is unknown, its components are unknown. As the infinite is unknown, the finite is unknown. There is a plethora of is-nesses for cube p: consequently, other is-nesses comprise the not-is-nesses of cube p: any is-ness is simultaneously its alternative is-ness. 344. The not-p of p is p as such. 345. If the ground of p does not essenciate - if the essence does not essenciate - p does not essenciate. There is no essence which essenciates as p or not- p. It is the worlding of the world which inextricably binds p with not-p: it is the light of the gods moving towards extinction which manifests this inextricable binding. 346. There is no essence to be unessenciated: as the immortals shun the is-ness of God, ersatz forms and terms fail the Vision. 347. There is no 'forgetfulness of being', as being never be's to be remembered. 348. •8Z2,4" is related to forgetting - 8Z20 - as Heaven to the underworld. 349. The underworld - earth - has never be'd to be understood via being. 350. Humans come to be as they be-come towards God's being. There is never a presencing of being - on earth or in Heaven - only the presencing of God. Nothing apersonal or impersonal ever presences. The pursuit of "being" unpresences God, that is, it puts a lie in His place. 351. Lies of place in the underworld of earth undivinize all entities. 352. Lies in His place mortalize the gods into the mutant earth. As God's truth is Himself, •8Z2,4" negates the 8Z20 of mutant immortals. Anything posing as truth which is not confronted by the Vision of God is ersatz. 353. The boast of the philosophers of Germany that their language is primordial - ursprünglich - is arrogance meriting contempt: the only language which is primordial is the speech of Almighty God which, when presumed against, becomes the rant of demonic fascists and nazis espousing hate. God's speech is lovingly gentle. Loving gentleness opens God. 354. Very few German philosophers knew God: it is this which birthed nihilism and precipitated murderous insanity. Opposing Christ looses primal hordes of spiritual monsters primordially ...... 355. The warrior of love breaks through to the divine unworld. Here the Lord of Immortal Innocence walks immaculately ... literally. 356. Man is not even a human unbeing, yet alone a being: man is a 63 simultaneous multiplicity of unlike is-nesses (thus like not-is-nesses). One calls on congruous and incongruous barbarisms to indicate his mess. Man's 'essenceness' - Seiendheit - is ruptured divinity: thus no essence exists at all. Man's temporal surround is his warping of eternity .... 357. Simultaneity - fr. L. simul at the same time cf. similis similar, same - works as follows: not both p and not-p simultaneously - i.e. - momentaneously. This says p and not-p must not move together temporally. Let us examine this movement closely by suggesting it is a movement of man, or, literally a man-ifestation. A manifestation is either from inside or outside, usually conceived as the former. Now consider the following hypothesis: Man manifests as both p and not-p momentaneously - i.e. - he is both manifestly a god and not now. Now it should be obvious that a sole temporal referent is either inadequate or ambiguous here: if a moment is part of time, a god cannot be entirely conditioned by it - e.g. - a god is bigger than time. Thus, we cannot easily say not both p and not-p simultaneously of this god, as simultaneity acts here as a theoretical fetter. Let us follow the hypothesis through in detail: Our god cannot be time-bound, but I am suggesting that temporal idealism is the hood pulled over the god's head: therefore the god becomes a man. This god p is now simultaneously not-p (= man). I am also suggesting that the god enacts a law not both p and not-p simultaneously to confirm not-p. The moment manifests the god as a man in an attempted annihilation of the god. However, it is the god p making man dominant over himself ..... Hence: 358. A god creates temporal idealism to apriorize the manifestation of man - i.e. - abstract or dialectical principle is placed over deity to ratify manhood. This intellectual scaffolding allows (false) identity absolutization by time. The principles of identity - identity, contradiction, tertium exclusi - exclude man's (true) identity with deity: man is not equivalent to a god, or not-p is not equivalent to p. It follows, of course, that this is the lie forged by the god for his own enchainment. Time is thought, on the one hand, to be an a priori form of things; on the other, time cannot be surpassed. Thus, it is said to belong to us - time is part of me - without the power of supercession. I, of course, think the power of supercession is vacated by the god. 359. There is a saying attributed to Parmenides: thinking and being are the 64 same - J@ (VD "ÛJ@ <@,4< ©FJ4< J, 6"4 ,É<"4 - but this is not a simple sentence ( .. the deific and/or ontological status of <@,4< is ambiguous). This very ambiguity caused Hegel to remark that its explication constitutes the development of philosophy. Immediately, on my explanation, several things emerge: first is that no •DPZ is indicated here, deific or not, for either thought or being; and second is that to assert apriorization for a transcendent structure is presumptuous. However, be that as it may, let us agree, for the sake of argument, with idealism at this extreme: thought is a transcendens capable of being time. From what I have said it follows that this ratifies manhood; however, it traps deity, in that the god p is now simultaneously not-p (= a man). In theological terms, transcendence is now equal to immanence - i.e. - thought is a transcendens incapable of overcoming time. Or thought is a maximum incapable of overcoming itself. Now this is some god, who, like Aristotle, contemplates himself moment after moment. This is a god who cannot metamorphosize up ..... 360. The god of Aristotle .. Hegel .. Heidegger .. is not bigger than time. This is a caustic message to give to despair. 361. The warping of eternity is man's temporal surround. Now Raleigh argued that there cannot be more infinities than one, for one of them would limit the other: what then of our god or man in a finite box? Or, if the box is infinite - say, like some space-time continuum - how is the god or man loosed? This god, apparently, only worlds the world, finite or infinite, by burying himself in it. The box - cube p - turns out to be a coffin .... 362. The Almighty metamorphosizes one up from the tomb: FVD> F0µ" - i.e. - it is not the body which is a tomb, but flesh. The body goes up, the flesh goes down ... 363. We can say of man's identity that it is like itself only as difference. 364. The ,Ƶ\ of a man wards off the ,Ƶ\ of a god, that is, deity becomes I am and I am not simultaneously. The laws of identity are then enacted to cover this parlous state .. to deny it. With this rigid transcription of identity goes the theories of essences. Essence is a reflex of tangibility and impenetrability ... the abstract equivalent. As that which is thing-like cannot be penetrated, essence is impenetrable also. This then links flesh to objects as mutually impenetrable. Objects are thought of as essenciated - they are what they are and no other: man is thus defined by a process outlawing, proscribing and denying metamporphosis. 365. The unlocking into metamorphosis is by glorification, not essenciation. 65 366. The human should proceed to the deity of the divine-human, as this regathers like is-nesses which are not unlike is-nesses, back into identity. Identity is above in God, and bifurcation is below. There is no bifurcation above - contra Fichte, Schelling, Hölderlin, Hegel - except that which goes below. FVD> is the garment of the down ...... 367. The circumscription implicit in worlding the world ratifies the world as the only accessible region. Heidegger, for example, says: Alles, was in der Welt begegnet, begegnet ihm - Dasein - als im Jetzt sich aufhaltend: everything which is encountered in the world is encountered by (human) here-being in the now. This is the articulation of a mortal mistake, as Da- sein is also here in an immortal region. Obviously Da-sein can refer to there - an immortal region - from a mortal region. The Heideggerian Dasein fails to access the immortality of now - jetzt, nun - in the uplifting of metamorphosis. 368. Heidegger's Dasein is solely referenced by the human. Mistake: only the divine-human is human. In saying der Anderen bin Ich nie - I never am the other - he is, in reality, confusing out the god by presuming to be the other. A mere human is always simultaneously other, as the divine- human cannot be annihilated: the pretense of being-in-the-world only covers the god ...... 369. Heidegger's (limited) humanist anthropology conceals the god. He is, as it were, searching back-to-back for himself: he is philosophically arse about face. When he says that: Die Eigentlichkeit des Daseins ist das, was seine äußerste Seinsmöglichkeit ausmacht - the authenticity of Dasein is what comprises its most extreme possibility of being - the fault magnifies, as the god has stepped down into the inauthenticity of Dasein, as the merely human dominates the divine-human. 370. It is the god who prompts the human to downgrade the god. 371. In the worlding of the world it is no use the ,Ƶ\ preceding thought, as in the 'inverted cogito', I am therefore I think. Here it is am-ness that reaches for the most extreme possibility of non-being. There is no ,Ƶ4 - sum, Ich bin, and so forth - when the god is forced to vacate the divine regions .... When Heidegger asserts that: Ein Seiendes, das die Möglichkeit des "Ich bin" ist, ist als solches zumeist ein Seiendes, das man ist - a being that is the possibility of the 'I am' is as such, for the most part, a being that one is - he merely enforces false death for the gods. In claiming descent from Heraclitus, Heidegger forgets his dictum: In name, this - Dasein - is life; in fact, this - Dasein - is death ...... 66 372. Heidegger thinks •,\ looks like eternity - Ewigkeit - but proves to be a mere derivative of being temporal .. ein bloßes Derivat: this closes down the limited illumination of the Greeks, as even Xenophon refers to the immortals ... @Ê •,\ Ð 67 vast configuration of intra-penetrative gestalt by the name 'Dasein' is utterly useless. What would 'Dasein' say? If it says, with Heidegger, that das Dasein ist das Seiende, das charakterisiert wird als In-der- Welt-sein - that Dasein is that being (entity) which is characterised as being-in-the- world - then the infinite connectivity of this 'pushing-in gestalt' militates immediately against Dasein's finite formula. Using a descriptive image to 'give the picture', you could say you were being bombarded with infinitely changing tattoos of every possibility of form and shape. Now Heidegger says (BP, 297) that the self and world belong together in the single entity, Dasein. Self and world are not two entities, like subject and object ... but self and world are the basic determinations of Dasein itself in the unity of the structure of being-in-the-world. Moreover, Heidegger also says that Dasein is an entity that determines itself - sich bestimmt - as 'I am'. Now I ask you specifically: is Dasein one entity or two? In-der- Welt-sein implies Ich bin in something - two entities, determinations - unified into Dasein - one self-determining entity. Is this mystic pedagogy or pedantic mystagogy? Take one petit-bourgeois nazi, add the Hakenkreuz, and stir ...... Herr Heidegger's being-as-the-world surreptiously elides - merely elides - subject and object; but as he cannot prove the world is finite, Dasein elides beyond itself .... 378. In-der-Welt-sein was once a god aus-der-Welt-sein. 379. A god is neither subject nor Dasein: he is now - temporally - a monstrous Janus-like creature, searching back-to-back for himself: thus, in turning every each-which way but, he confronts the impossibility of himself in not finding himself. As fallen man he encounters the grotesques of finitudes embedding and embedded in multitudes of infinities - infinities impossibly limited in their plurality, and an infinity impossibly contradicted in its singularity. And as fallen man the god has become Ï<2@N`D@H - a dung-carrier - embowelled in the fly-blown charms of putrescence, straight-standing, intellect upright, above his own stench .... Yet this god was once a marvel in God's immortal light .. 380. Principles of identity are the measures of unstable flesh. 381. Tertium exclusi, for example, measures flesh against things. Tertium exclusi cannot hold because of the multiple is-nesses of p. Take any sentence p from p, q, r ... say, The cube p is finite to stand for the earth and its 'ontic' environment. Now wherever one is located in this environment, is-nesses represent manifest not-is-nesses - i.e. - other is- nesses manifest momentaneously now. Simultaneity, therefore, manifests 68 p as a plethora of different p's now. Or, simultaneity manifests p as a plethora of different nows now. 382. Any p of p = p is never the same, even as it is regarded again - e.g. - it is always regarded again by cognitive difference. 383. Either p or not-p cannot mean every not-p. 384. Not both p and not-p simultaneously inadvertently implies some not-p constitutes p. The proscription of simultaneity in contradiction as usually understood is meant to say that a thing and its contraries cannot manifest together empirically, that is, cannot objectify or be objective at the same time. This, naturally, implies the possibility of the 'same time' as a partition of temporality - e.g. - this child's building block is not both white and not white - black, red, blue - now. Even when Heraclitus watched children cast dice in an effort to 'view the flux', one does not envisage him seeing 3 as 6 at any moment. Any dice ordinarily comports its gestalt singly: however, the is-ness of 3 is not the same 3 as before cognitively, as the flux slips by ... This is to say that not only can we not step into the same temporal stream twice, but that we cannot step into the same temporal stream once. But what does this mean if explicated precisely? It is as if the simul of simultaneity cognitively slips; or it is as if the hand grasps running water. Indeed, it remains water - perhaps even the same water - but it is also not the same water. Cognition can no more fix the water than the hand's grasp. The flowing by manifests a plethora of different nows now, and this undoes the now now. Obviously, one could argue not all life is flux, as if a building block and water differ. Evidently they do, and a concomitant theory could support this - e.g. - the rate and density of molecules and electrons &c. But this is not what I am driving at: rather, I am saying that man man-ifests the undoing of now now minimally, because this does not unloose the god. Things and objects divert the human gaze in confirming that the gaze is human: it is likewise with their attendant theories. In searching back-to-back for himself, man sees only the human in whichever turn. In seeing back-to- back it is the god who sees through a darkened filter. The principles of identity are quite unprincipled in filtering deity out .... 386. People who want to really learn must go to hell: hell is not an abstraction, nor is hell anything learned .. presumed .. guessed at: hell is a real place that Christ told us about: hell is where-about that light passes through the evil of darkness to find the 'I am' of light ... Where every nightmare comes true, where every evil abrupts literally, where every guise and 69 disguise is shredded in the postponed horror of everyone ... this is the unmitigated horror of the beginning of God. No mortal can escape the confrontation of the banality of evil - its else-where-ness: this will come to you as such .... Postpone God Almighty as you will, He will confront you utterly .. 387. The suffering humility of true love impresses the love of God. 388. To the Most Holy Mother of God: sorry, darling ... O a kiss, oh a kiss .. a kiss from above: O a kiss, oh a kiss .. from You my love ..... A kiss from a girl with golden eyes, wild in transcendence, storming the skies .. Mouth's utter loveliness, holy the sweet .. adoration absolutely bows at Your feet; You, divine sweetheart, O pure heart and true, I rage in the heavens for my immaculate Sue ... O a kiss, oh a kiss .. from You my love .. 389. Enough of this drunken shit, more of this: Christ speaks of everlasting punishment, sc. the consequences of finite crime ( .. an unspeakable injustice by God .. so it seems, despite mutilating fire in a fair face, "surgery" on horrified genitalia, &c.: infinite outcastness on self- beckoning demonry). On the other hand, I reckon me fairly innocent - moderately so - but I envisage everlasting delight not worth the blistering humiliation of finite shit .... I am that punished now that I say f*** love everlasting & temporal .. in place of which I would rather dark-night's reaching oblivion make nothing nothing-ize: no God .... no nothing, or oblivion oblivionating itself. Nothing gets in its own way & therefore in mine .. 390. I wake every morning with the residue of unmitigated hate - hate from the pain of vast injustice: a kindly & innocent love stomped under foot .. and this God .. this God of Whom all expectations are looked to, this God I hate .. when it all boils down: Who else is there to hate .. ?? If He was not some crucified Jew c***-sucker sc. a weakling Hebraic pansy .. losing everywhere; .. if He was a God Who actively interfered and righted wrongs - destroyed evil bastards now, showed innocence triumphant now; .. if He was some God Who stopped the pain ...... However, apparently, He is not .. What are we to do with this God? I awake each morning with the regret that absolute nullity has not intervened .. that I have not died in my sleep. Worse, I awake with the recognition that the entire 'human race' - for that is what this monstuous seething aberration calls itself - has not disappeared in the shame of its 70 own horror. Occasionally, I glimpse the absolute solution: God should commit suicide .. 391. Wipe out the Jewish monster, Who predicates us .. wipe out us, wipe out the Jews .. No: this is always happening, as it sums up to wiping out God by proxy. Hence: if God refuses to commit suicide, He really must know better than the stinking pits of murderous despair (.. that is, He must know better than me ..) 392. If God really murdered Himself in the most horrible way - rendered Himself the absolute nullity by disappearing up His own absolute holy f***ing arsehole (.. I mean: f***ing blanked you out, you dirty human scum), - I guess thereby I would have some peace .... Unfortunately, He was murdered on their terms, sc. like everyone is murdered on their terms.. which leaves me figuring .. this is real philosophy .. Jesus of Nazareth was forced to commit suicide ...... but this only proves He cannot make Himself into nullity (as even this would be the 'shadow of God's absence', sc. like Sein in Heidegger's vacuous atheism). So, back to Heidegger's cretinism and twisted Germanic Greek .... 393. Heidegger ought to be seen as a minor Hegelian in that he conflates finitism and transcendence (der Überstieg, die Transzendenz): unlike Hegel he rids himself of infinity and immanence, but the result is strikingly similar. Infinite immanence and finite transcendence are mere variations on in-der-Welt-sein. Hegel's position is arrived at by the corrupt equation of infinite finitude .. Heidegger's by worlding transcendence as an 'horizon' - i.e. - as something pre-ontic technically sc. he thus divides Ð< precisely like the pagan Greeks. Ð< possibly derives from ¦`<, with ¦- indicating the ¦F- of §F(J4<), is and it, and in the German ontologies after Kant - Fichte,Schelling, Hegel - the primal •DP¬ of is-ness is always bifurcated. Obviously, Heidegger splits Sein (that-by-which-is-ness-is) and Seiende (that-which-is-ness-is). This is a landscape gardening of Hegel which is remarkably flat. Hegel, at least, attempted to arch infinity into finitude sc. following and trying to supercede Kant's absymal finitist leanings ... All of these philosophers failed to recognise the bifurcation between god & fallen man sc. that this bifurcation is a consequence away from the •DP¬ - Allmächtige Gott - which is overcome (really transcended) in the return. As I never tire of repeating: genius makes this return through myriads of dimensions - arcane, wondrous, divine, staggering - through which it fell. The world is literally the age of man - OE wer ON ver = man, OHG alt ON öld = 71 age, existence. That the gods have fallen means both Sein and Seiende are viciously refused in the below - they are faked by mortals. It is no surprise philosophers aggrandize themselves against Christ ...... Finitism and infinitism are both sides of the wrong coin .... Timeless everlastingness is where the gods came from. 394. Essences do not even essence. 395. My point about finitism and infinitism is very simple: both are false entities mutually necessitating - strictly implying - one another. A false infinity breeds false infinities and a false finitude. Now it is not so simple: I am not merely indicating that infinitudes and finitudes are mere concepts, as if there is a cleavage in conceptuality. Let me first explicate this in Hegelian terms, so you will see what I am not talking about. Hegel makes a distinction between a mere concept - nur Begriff - and a concept which has grasped - begriff sc. the pret. of begreifen - all knowability. A mere concept is an abstraction, and this kind of concept is conditioned by incomplete knowing sc. the seizing in an abstraction fails to grip all knowability: it only enunciates its own limited particularity. A mere concept presences the finite, and even if - say - one uses a number which purports to express infinity - e.g. T - even this presences the finite. Now Hegel claims we can go beyond mere concepts via dialectical idealism sc. that in the concretion of experience all-knowability presences itself an und für sich - i.e. - that infinite transcendence fuses its grip in the here-of- finite-immanence and occurs sc. this happens in the awareness of man as abiding when man is equivocally aware. Note 'equivocally aware', as infinite knowing and finite knowing happen bi-dimensionally, thus simultaneously, as if two transparencies mediate oneness. Heidegger's doctrine is very similar to this, in that the ontic, pre-ontological - cf. nur Begriff - elides into the ontological: however, Heidegger shears off the infinity of all knowing, and substitutes Sein sc. that by which is-ness is as the happening of that which is-ness is. Yet in this Heidegger maintains a transcendence motif sc. he re-fuses infinite transcendence as the grip in finite transcendence. Sein is grasped by •-8Z2,4" - i.e. - by interrogative rememberance, not by simultaneity. Let us look at all this in fastidious detail. Dialectical idealism is not the thesis-antithesis-synthesis commonly accorded it, viz, overcoming the horizon of history. Rather, infinite knowing - thesis - conflates the other of itself, finite knowing - antithesis - as its seizure, that is, the other of itself as itself - synthesis. This is a re-binding of what 72 is abidingly bound. The process behind this is not particularly difficult: it says a subject equivocates awareness because it pre-sents its object as a displaced identity sc. the pre- of presencing itself as not itself is ontologically prior, whilst simultaneously simultaneous. Infinite thinking abidingly grips and returns finite thinking to itself synthetically: the fused is re-fused. The object is abidingly possessed by an infinite subject. One consequence of this process is that the other of itself is immortalized in the equivocation of cleavage - i.e. - the object is abidingly refused as it is re-fused. Now Heidegger comments on the equivocal awareness of man in this process, so: Das Bewußtsein ist in sich ein Unterscheiden, das keines ist. Das Bewußtsein ist als dieser Unterscheid, der keiner ist, in seinem Wesen zweideutig. Consciousness - sc. infinite consciousness - is in itself a differentiation which is not. Consciousness is, as this differentiation which is not, equivocal in its essence. One immediate criticism of this, of course, concerns 'unterscheiden' as a pivotal term sc. in its equivalence to 'auseinanderhalten: to keep apart or tell apart'. What comprises the telling, or what identifies a differentiation which is not? When Heidegger says: Dieses Zweideutige ist das Wesen des Vorstellens .. This equivocation is the essence of presentation .. he inadvertently indicates the crux of his own transcendental finitism sc. in the pre- of presentation & the vor- of vorstellen, it is to infinite identity he refers for a differentiation which is not. This transcendence is along the lines of: it is the same as itself but not; or it is different from itself but not; &c. Heidegger's insistence on finitude (his chief difference from Hegel) does not resolve the problematic between the finite and the infinite sc. Heidegger's Sein cannot keep at bay that-by-which-is-ness-is-and-is-not - i.e. - he cannot fail to introduce stultification into Being and beings, rather than into the infinite and the finite. There is not even a true infinity, much less a true finitude. Equivocation permeates all concepts, mere or otherwise. Infinitude and finitude are the flanks of the fallen gods sc. "men". The infinite and the finite are shields against Almighty God's stupendous metamorphosizing power. Socrates - in contradistinction to Heidegger - at least tried to use interrogative •-8Z2,4" as a means to uncover pre-existent, disembodied spirits in men. In Heidegger we have mere Sein petitioning the architects of Auschwitz, although - natürlich - during this satanic metamorphosizing of the flesh, he was unapologetically be-ing else-where .. Natürlich .. 73 396. I am not going to criticise Heidegger's thoughts on 8`(@H-theory directly. It is sufficient to say logos is a vastly flexible term in Greek, especially in Greek mathematics. To my mind this 'area' is a minefield which cannot be cleared - e.g. - it is rife with competitive hypotheses & presumptuous guesswork. I will come back to this in a while. Logos- theory saturates the Greeks from Heraclitus to Iamblichus: it is only truly divinized by Christ; but let's have a look at it from various angles. Logos usually means 'word' or 'ratio', associated, I believe, intrinsically in ratio- nal discourse. Mathematics was originally worded: numbers grew out of alphabets. The 8X(T that goes to make up the pagan logos is I gather, I recount, I say .., which virtually comprises a minor arithmetic of thought. An elementary arithmetic to be sure; but you will gather what I am driving at, as I re-count my thoughts. With legein there is the sense of what-lays-under - i.e. - thought which lays under or behind expression in words .. the full expression or expansion of an idea. This makes logos cognate with Ò ßB@FJ"J0H 6"4 º ßBÎFJ"F4H - hypostasis - as that which stands under (sub-stance). Now here I will hazard an hypothesis of my own: incommensurability is the penetration of infinity into ratiocination- considered-as-finite - i.e. - I am saying the Greeks noticed the anomalousness of infinity before its articulation. Infinite surround and infinite penetration reached the Greeks as something they could not get by nor think through sc. as conceptual impenetrability damaging ratio sc. resulting in nihilism and stultifying perplexity. Infinities stop thought from penetrating the beyond: the Greeks experienced this. I also think the Greeks knew there was actually no-way-by: theory breaks back down & ratio - logic as such - pitches into itself. º •B,4D\" is infinity, as is •B,4DXF4@H - countless, boundless - and –B,4D@H - in Trag. freq. of garments in which one is entangled past escape. The Greeks believed the only way through infinity was by death - "possible way through", that is, as –B,4D@H means without end or escape. How to escape infinity? This is impossible to pass through. Various re-actions towards this are possible: infinity can be bounded in & by things - the hypostasis is infinite & cannot be un-con-joined from the finite sc. the infinite absurdity of logicality overthrows the logos as a-logos. •B,\D"J@H means impenetrable. Anaximander made this infinity his first principle: it is this which haunts all Greek philosophy and mathematics: the circle is its first geometrical expression sc. as it goes round forever, its diagonal - *4"-µ,JD`H - fails to express it via the 74 logos. The logos implies the alogos and vice versa. *4"µ,JD`H is a measure through the measureless; and in this sense plane and solid geometries pre-figure modern arithmetics in ushering forward similar impenetrable absurdities - e.g. - Cantor's diagonal is a measure through the measureless. Finitism is one (absurd) reaction to this: let us keep out that which we are in - i.e. - one (absurd) reaction to the absurdity of infinitism: we are saturated with the infinite - let us affirm its absurdities: the contradiction of truth is truth: we measure on the measurelessness of number ... shape ... form. The finite is senseless without the infinite, and the infinite is senseless. Hegel's combination - let us combine the two and say they are one .. is senseless also. Hegel, like the Greeks, recognised that elision into opposites is elision into itself: as this collapses logic, concepts are "transcended" by the higher logic of elisions: one unfortunate consequence of this fake transcendence is that the object is secretly infinitized and ignorance of infinite objectness becomes the norm. Obviously, modern antinomies are part of the history of thought relying on elision into opposites: paradoxes - the truly false - are mere expressions of the vast unconquerability of infinity; and in this sense the moderns go no further than the Greeks. Even though mathematics is the history of articulation - arithmetization, geometrization, algebraization: woven and interweaving - mathematics changes its surface against the background of vast inexplicabilities. They remain impenetrable, rebutting intelligence - i.e. - as they are meant to: the gods cover their tracks among living impossibilities. Incommensurability is thought to be a great riddle with the Greeks: precisely how they arrived at it is not known. However, it can be arrived at easily from a multitude of different directions, and quite possibly the simplest is via the area of a square on the diagonal ) of a unit square. The diagonal is seen to be alogos, in that the power of itself - *b<"µ4H - in both the line and plane is not a ratio. It does not require a geometrical proof per impossibile to establish this, as the proof arrives after the *b<"µ,4H have been noted. The first difficulty in diagonalization would have concerned terms, in a theoretical situation beckoning in infinitizing complications sc. 'dynamis' can denote something of a commensurable line, as in *L 75 empowered differently from a unit square sc. it has no integral (integer- all) factors, whereas square numbers 1, 4, 9, 16 .... are determined by the powers of integers sc. the numbers of nature (natural numbers) were thought to presence ratio - i.e. - finitism brings forth the logos. Simultaneously, however, finitism brings forth infinitizing complications - alogoi, of which there exists more. The Greeks perceived that infinity generates alogoi. An infinite number of calculations on the diagonal of a unit square never generates an integer sc. the empowering of ) is irrational or –DD0J@H - unspeakable, inexpressible, unutterable, immense. Nevertheless, the Greeks noticed that the constant conjunction of 8`(@H 6"4 –8@(@H brought forth new logoi sc. incommensurables could be related - r-el-atio-nally. But this does not rid their mathematics of its abidingly contingent problematic, rooted in infinity. As it is impossible to know the origin of something both infinite and finite, Be- ing and, consequently, be-ings are essentially unknown and inexpressible. No amount of finite distinctions between Being and beings overcomes the overthrow of all ratios by the intrusion of the boundless. The pagan Greek doctrine of logos failed abysmally sc. there is an extraneity of parts - µXD0 or µ`D4" - which defy and contradict any common measure, whether this be of the line - µZ6@H - or of human intellect - <`@H. Obviously, because the logos failed, logic failed also. Man, therefore, manifested as both infinite and finite among this failed logic sc. simultaneously: logic cannot work with simultaneous infinitudes: they are not logical: and not only simultaneously, but also contra-dictorily - i.e. - logic works against itself as the infinite and the finite are contra - against - each other. Op-posites are one. It is not only that the logos and alogos are the poles of contradiction, but it is also that they identify Be- ing-in-time sc. together and simultaneously they share is-ness, or they presence now. It is almost as if now shrinks into a 'common measure' by excluding the sameness of itself as other, but what this does for logical science - º ¦B4FJZµ0 8@(46Z - is to defy comprehension .. or deny it its comprehension. That about which something is said - 8X(,4< J4 6"JV J4<@H: to say something about something - should implicate the underlying logos; but this is displaced by that which is contra simultaneously. Consequently, reasoning finds itself in a quandry at depth sc. legein - to say - is couched in the unutterable as it utters (... demanding that which lies beneath, it gives the lie to that which is 76 underneath ..). But, again, we need to look at this in detail ... 397. Allow me to return you to Parmenides' remark: thinking and being are the same. What does this really involve? Evidently it comprises compound levels & profuse hermeneutics, but I contend that it is an attempted block on infinitization of the sort already indicated: let us suppose p and q - e.g. - cube p and sphere q - can be expressed individually, but, as incompatibles, not fused. p and q are incompatible because their underlying concepts refuse copulation sc. they refuse identification by a copula as their is-nesses differ. This implies they cannot be thought simultaneously: as p is not q their expressibility - diction - is contra: one cannot presence as the other, as op-posites are not one: as subjects p and q are not consistently predicable as the same subject. Now this, of course, gives us non-contradiction as a principle of terms: it emphasizes the non-identity of p and q and the distinct identity of each. p can be but not as q; p cannot be q: thus, with this expression, it is to being of some kind we refer as arbiter. What kind of being is this? Sein, Seiende, infinite or finite being ... a human being? The non- contradiction of terms says two contradictory terms cannot be said - legein - together, because their corresponding - and underlying - concepts cannot be thought - noein - together. It is a short step to Parmenides: what cannot be thought cannot be, what can be thought can be, as if this is what J@ (VD "ÛJ@ <@,4< ¦FJ4< J, 6"4 ,É<"4 means. Hegel and Heidegger differ in their interpretation regarding this: to be sure it is nur Begriff, and Hegel goes through logic which equates saying, thinking & being to dialectic - *4"8X(,F2"4 - but Heidegger conditions dialectic so: Auch in der Dialektik wird das Denken von der Aussage, vom 8`(@H her bestimmt - even in the dialectic thought is determined by - gives testimony to - the logos. Note Heidegger's reconstructivistic partiality: he attributes to the Greeks an unmutated (hegemonistic) logos as something 'transcending' the aggrandizement of mere reason sc. he places Plato's theory of amnesia in an Aristotelian context - Dasein parallels universality below in being worlded - and he identifies this logos with the lighting process of Sein: in other words he phases out the alogoi implicit in all infinitizing processes, which the Greeks, despite the efforts of Parmenides & Zeno, could not do: in short he replaces the discordant multiplicity of infinite and finite coinherence by the Sein-prozeß, a process in itself limited by 77 expressions referring always to human beings (6"JV J4<@H). Unfortunately, this (finitist) restriction both elides and identifies Sein with nothingness sc. the unspeakable diction of its contra ... Heidegger's philosophy is merely another form of extreme stultification, especially as his thought presumes - like Nietzsche's - to vault backwards over Christ into paganism. There is no 'lighting process of Being' in a coincidence- of-opposites: neither Sein nor Nicht-Sein gives light: there is no lumen naturale in the vast unnaturalness of humanity: humans move in the wilful darkness of shrouded intelligence: only metamorphosis by Christ Almighty gives identity its light ... 398. Let us turn again to incommensurability, viz, 'something not in keeping with the logos' sc. infinitizing intrusion or encroachment. First, the alogos is more by its unlimitedness; and second, I argue for a line of awareness of this sort of thing - i.e. - details aside, given the fragmentary evidence of its intrusiveness, and because dealing with it (still) presents great theoretical difficulties - in Anaximander, Pythagoras, Parmenides, Zeno, Hippasus, Philolaus et al. Furthermore, third, I am suggesting it is a profoundly human trait to suppress infinitizing intrusions, precisely because such intrusions manifest the abyss - indeed, the Greeks recognized the abyss in this, which they either a-voided or forged a repair, that is, they philosophized .. Philosophy keeps the appearance going by constructing the appearance, and if, say, one rends the appearance by allowing Deity in, as the 7`(@H Himself did and does, hell musters up its forces in darkness keeping light out. Philolaus serves to show how alogicizing patches itself over. Philolaus taught that logos and alogos are two unlike elements, as if each possessed equal (ontological) status: hence, as they are unlike each other, the world is ordered by their forged harmony sc. it is necessary that all things that are be either limiting or unlimited or limiting-and-unlimited. Phenomenality - the world - is the presencing of the latter elided conjunction, as if the incommensurable is rendered tame by commensurabilty in square - i.e. - as if infinitizing intrusions are thereby confined by passing over them. Thus I am suggesting Philolaus is merely an apologist for a Neo- pythagoreanism dealing with a shattered original sc. one focuses on a new logos in forgetting Anaximander's insistence that the infinite literally surrounds man - i.e. - penetrates and ruptures all finite ratios .. that is (to get it over): infinity f***s reason & f***s itself. 78 Now it should be obvious that µ"20µ"J46 2,TDZµ"J" - mathematical theories - of whatever stripe, ancient and new, repose on a priori grounds sc. those beyond sense or, literally, the nonsensical, and when this is reached - or not reached - it abidingly 'sticks in the craw' of all utterance. The technical (heuristic) origin of incommensurability is much debated, but the method of •<2LN"\D,F4H - reciprocal subtraction - appears to me as an attempt at figuring the consequences of a more primitive, VI-century awareness. Pythagoras abhorred infinitization and he taught the void: what precisely is this void? A clue is provided by the rebellion of Parmenides against Pythagoreanism sc. against ineliminable reference to the void as something which is. This, of course, emphasises the is of that which is not: hence the logical problem of the not-ness of not immediately attaches itself to even primitive delvings into infinity. Neither integral nor part locates an infinity out of keeping with either sc. however number is defined - whole or part - we can say infinitely, 'this is not the diagonal and this is not the diagonal ...' - i.e. - the measure of the diagonal is-not-there-ever, as if it is - as it were - eternally nowhere. Yet if it is this eternal nowhereness that Parmenides equates with the void (as did Anaximander and the Pythagoreans), its elimination is impossible sc. the wholes and parts which seek to locate the immeasurable measure of the diagonal are themselves measurably immeasurable. One void, as it were, ghosts another: infinite wholes and parts - presumed to be - ghost another - presumed not to be. Alas, the incommensurable is - courtesy of the infinite entirety of every whole and part, which - courtesy of the incommensurable - cannot be. The non-identity of infinite voids - the void pluralized - is the spectre of stultification in Greek philosophy and mathematics. Unlike Cantor the Greeks did not construct two infinities, but they must certainly have intuited - however roughly - two voids sc. endless numbers - limiters - not the void (all numbers not the void, thus every number whole or part), which could not be every number - i.e. - the logos as an endless self-contradiction ... ratio voiding itself ... which cannot be; and extraneity - the limitless - finitely presencing in an isosceles right-angled triangle - i.e. - an extraneity beyond every number ... ratio a-voiding itself ... which must be. It is as if the everything of everywhere-ness is negated by the is-not-there-ever-ness of the eternally-nowhere sc. as the identity of ratio is contradictory, the Greeks thought it necessary to eradicate contradiction as non-being: this eradicates the identity of ratio 79 .. Incommensurability brought on vast confusions for the Greeks, especially as ratio was conceived as permeating all things. Philolaus saw limiting things and unlimiting things as pre-existent: the being of things - µX< ¦FJã Jä< BD"(µVJT< - is eternal, and inner nature as such - "ÛJ" µ¥< NbF4H - that is, of anything and everything - admits of divine and not human knowledge. This is indeed stultification, but the situation grows even worse as things in the empirical world - J ¦< J@ÃH §D(@4H - are manifestly not all limiting and unlimiting things sc. as we would expect in the quantificational profusion brought about by infinite encroachments, the logic of 'all' and 'every' falls in on itself. One can almost predict the tenor of subsequent debates concerning the logos: alogicizing logoi must be kept at bay or otherwise constructed, as if one could rebuild the cage after the beast was loose. Retrenchment into finitism is another ploy sc. as if one could phase out logos-lacking unknowables by a radically different appreciation of logoi: circumscription as a norm thus equalling a general suppression of infinitizing processes: alas, contradictory identity means the extraneous is intraneous ... thus finitism is no solution for stultification .. no exit from the pin of mutually-penetrating finitudes and infinitudes. Antitheses copulate .... 399. Interruption: what did the Greeks really know? They knew the beginning & end of all physics: looking out they knew 'dark skies going everywhere' - infinite & baffling night - and they knew 'bright skies here' - finite & baffling daylight; thus, like all humans, they knew boundless darkness & bound light: unfortunately, like all humans, they could not see boundless light .. (God).. 400. Objects - the perception of things "otherwise than me" - are made up of infinities: whatever substitutes are inserted, infinities remain .. "otherwise or not", infinities intrude ... Getting rid of the infinite - singular and plural - and the finite - like the infinite, singular and plural combined - is impenetrability penetrated, thus: Lord, Almighty God, I am alive as Your negation: I actually live the eyes and penis of what You are not: contra Parmenides negation exists beneath divine understanding: where the storms of light are raging .. where my 'intellect' is raging .. where genius is f***ing ... metamorphosis is the love of You. My main 80 question is: how would God f*** ... ? I know the answer to this in deific anabasis (1): in the prosopic sea (2): as Christ succoured by Magdalene; but (3): only partly in the transmutation into a flagrant (homosexual) bitch. I'm learning the latter by proxy from my four 'wives' - three female, one male - and by watching orgasmic mistresses. As yet I cannot take this up high, because of tormenting complexities (and, perhaps, because it is not possible: however cf. nothing is impossible for God): thus, how far does sexuality go up into the imago Dei .. ? God is His own affirmative negation &c. Antithetical copulation is part of ensarkosis .. This is like libidinal alchemy striving for the purest gold & silver of divine love. Metamorphosis crucifies the libido below ... therefore the libido must swing up ..... Sometimes I feel there is limitless irony - connecting apeiron and eironeia - as if dissimulation through contrast is the main characteristic sc. contrast - antiphrasis - is the expression of two meanings simultaneously: thus, ultimately, infinitism and finitism as the polarities which presence dissimulation by the gods (goddesses) as men (and women). Obviously, this gives the lie to all poses of gender ... gender is inextricably linked with denial - e.g.s - heterosexuals deny the same sex, homosexuals deny the opposite sex: thus bisexuality attempts to unlimit these limits. The imago Dei is minimally bisexual - i.e. - as this is the lower end of deific (prosopic) sexuality ..... I actually know the sexuality preceding all prosopa - hence beauties queue below. Excitation is being bored stiff .. (.. a deific joke and daily truth). How am I torn? Between wishing oblivion - deific oblivion away from Heaven, with wounds healed, wounds inflicted by Christ Almighty, the wounds of howling injustice, alone, away from every conceivable holy entity - and immortal anger - anger so fierce because it appears to know better than this banal and lunatic shithouse, extending from the Throne of God outwards sc. I could do better if I were God Almighty. I sometimes wish I was fully armoured as God, monstrous with weaponry, wearing the caestus of glinting steel, of punishing enormity, ferocious with ready vengeance: thus I would fleshify every evil in Satan and make his legions incarnate (incarnate as his eyes & genitalia): then I would tear & smash & smite & rip & pound & shred & stomp his head & groin into a bloody cow-pat for ten thousand years: after which, with boots of merciless iron, clawed and white-hot, I would rend & tread his still-feeling carcass into the shithouse floor: finally, I would inflict and force-feed him gigantic psychoses and syphilitic shit - e.g. - academics & politicians & murderers & rapists & thieves &c. All the loving ones, on the other hand - we victims - peace & joy & glory forever; and the total beauty of absolute happiness... 81 401. But let me return you to something simple, as we continue to analyze the pagan Greeks. Let p and q be two points: if the two points are indistant, there is one point. Now what is this point p? First, it is an immediate antinomy - i.e. - if it possesses extension or dimensionality of some sort, it is not indistant to itself, that is, minimally it is a line; and if it does not possess extension or dimensionality of some sort, again it is not indistant to itself, that is, minimally it is nothing. Thus, second, a point p exists only if it is nothing - i.e. - otherwise it is a line, and a line is therefore a plurality of nothings. Now this dialectical process is immediately analagous to the contradictory identity of infinitizing finitude sc. the oxymoron of great and small is the macrocosm of the microcosm and the microcosm of the macrocosm. I believe the Greeks knew this process early on (at least from the VIth C. down), according to various levels of articulation - e.g. - it is possible that primitive stultification is a more advanced response than subsequent rationalizations. I will express this generally by saying a logos internally reverses itself (sc. alogos internally reverses itself). Dithyrambic shamanism - "theology" - is the only alternative to this overwhelming impenetrability: thus, in the pagan Greeks, divine illumination is coupled with the ungrounding of the logos - the alogicizing of the logos - whether the logos be thought of as measure, ratio, proportion, number, reason, limit, ground, thought or whatever .... The Greeks plumbed the depths equally with human kind in modernity & in this sense all pagan Greeks followed the tread of the eponymic myths of Pythagoras. Reconstruction step by step of Pythagoreanism is impossible, as the thoughts of dead intellectuals cannot be retrieved: however, sufficient remains of a fragmented milieu for us to sense their drift - e.g. - this profound tribe went in front of God's incarnation with deep insight into all theoretical foundations & demonstrated failure in all quarters - illumination & mathematics - because the Logos Himself, Innocence Almighty, had not yet stepped on earth. God raised the Greeks to precede Himself on earth sc. the limits of intellect gloriously failing, in much the same way as He raised the Jews to precede Himself sc. the limits of love failing glory .. 402. The antinomy of any element - point, monad, one, number etc - means p, q, r expresses this antinomy - e.g. - a point is a line or nothing or both. Consequently, a line is infinitely divisible, and if it approaches perceptible pointhood any specified point is again infinitely divisible: 82 thus a point is 'worn away' to nothing. Now nothing cannot exist - Parmenides' point - because the minimum of magnitude approaches itself infinitely. Between any arbitrary (finite) segment or interval infinity approaches nothing. I contend Zeno spiked Parmenides' one as one, as he simultaneously spiked Parmenides' pluralist opponents' one as many - i.e. - Zeno modified both the theory of one and the theory of ones. Zeno demonstrated that plurality is absurd by connecting infinitizing finitudes with any - thus every - one: he therefore negated any one in the premise of his own quasi-Parmenidean argument. To my mind Zeno is the greatest of pagan Greek philosophers because he shewed that the logos of identity annulls itself sc. that the logos of any element dispels the identity of that element. I therefore believe that subsequent Greek thought, especially that which is characterized by Aristotle & Euclid, is intentionally designed to deceive human kind sc. elements are re- introduced into theory as something unanalyzable, given, obvious, that is, as something self-evident conditioning & giving rise to all subsequent theory. I assert that there is nothing self-evident for p, q, r ... because the self - i.e. - one's self - is not evident. Zeno spiked man between the absurdity of the not-p of p and the p of not-p, viz, in their simultaneity: it is precisely this simultaneity which Aristotle denied in insisting on logical laws. But, as no element is subject to tertium exclusi - from identity - even self-contradiction is antinomial sc. there is no I in the I am which is not subject to logicizing & alogicizing manifestation - i.e. - simultaneously as it is not. There is an argument for Zeno preceding Hippasus historically, and both infinite divisibility and incommensurability have absurdity in common: if Parmenides attempted to rule out alogicizing negations in 'Pythagoreanism' sc. by the one preceding the indefinite dyad of infinitude & finitude inextricably fused, then this preceding one must be explained as preceding infinity - itself an absurdity - or this non- preceding one must be explained as indefinite - itself not one, another absurdity. To me it appears obvious that the indefinite dyad is the alogicizing logos - known well before the Platonici in BV 83 Pythagoras to - say - Speusippus is meant to put the effable into the ineffable (when even the effable is ineffable). The failure of this impossible endeavour - aggravated stultification compounded - resulted in vast theoretical forgeries by the µ"20µ"J46@\ sc. they became adherents of the doctrines of the limit or primitive finitists. The development of this compound stultification began in arithmetic & geometry as basic (mental) equivalents: both manifest insolubilia in their purported elements & therefore insolubilia return at all stages of their advance: consequently, only metamorphic theology provides a route through & beyond them: humans must become gods again as Christ intended. It is evident that all humans are humanists unless they again become divine: only then is infinity under foot. 403. Simplicius reports Zeno as saying that which is, is one only, without parts & indivisible - JÎ Ñ< «< ,É<"4 µ`<@< 6" J@ØJ@ •µ,D¥H 6" •*4"\D,J@< - i.e. - if it is not indivisible there will remain either 'ultimate magnitudes' - an infinite number of indivisible minima - or 'ultimate divisions into nothing' - made up of parts which are nothing sc. absurdity issues in either direction. Note that this is against the Parmenidean one in 'any which way': Zeno is not a mere disciple unless he admits of better and worse absurdities, that is, if he is as traditionally seen trying to shore up the one, he then inadvertently destroys both monism & pluralism (this legacy persists in Plato's failure in the theory of ideas). Obviously, to my mind, Zeno sees that nothing is one logically: a finite one divides infinitely - contradiction - and an infinite one is not one - contradiction: thus, if there is a one Zeno is arguing for, it is the alogicizing logos seen as one - this is 'good' - and not the alogicizing logos seen as two - this is 'evil'. Again obviously, this ungrounding of the ground means this ground is odd and even, odd or even, simultaneously. The numbers 1 & 2 in mathematics typify mutually-implicative absurdities sc. they are the ontological correlates of the logos alogicizing itself, and in this sense - in this overwhelmingly strong sense - Sein and number do actually coincide sc. they are madnesses embraced by immortals posing as men. 404. There is a section in Plato (Phil. 14d et seq.) which I take to corroborate my analysis, so (italics mine): 'There is a gift of the gods, evident at least 84 it seems to me, which they let fall from their abode: it came to mankind through Prometheus, or someone like him, together with a fire - sc. illumination - exceedingly bright. The men of ancient times - who were better than us & dwelled near the gods - passed on this gift as a saying: all things that are ever said to be consist of a one and a many & have in their nature a conjunction of limit and unlimitedness'. Evidently, this gives testimony that the Greeks did not see infinity 'over the horizon' - with a finitude here & infinity beyond - but spoiling together. This is not the arithmology of a primitive number superstition: it is a reference to early intelligence of a high order sc. to analytic discernment by thinkers who almost invariably coupled this kind of stultification with divine light. The authentic mathematici are those who thus repeal the alogicizing logoi of numbers - therefore, their manipulation & development - for this light. Divinity is above the stultifications of mathematici who proceed in calculations as if their developments thereby (somehow) negate impenetrable foundational problems. Impossibilities are made manifest for the Greeks: there is no way round them at all: infinitizing finitudes - then, as now - shatter all theories of number, •D42µä< 2,TD\"4, precisely because man here confronts his own impossibility. Irrationality f***s the logos as communicating something essential about anything. Irrationality and the logos are not alternate grounds - first one, then the other - they are the same spoiling together. Irrational numbers are neither odd nor even, and this means odd numbers and even numbers are essentially neither odd nor even sc. every number is neither odd nor even: so much for tertium exclusi, contradiction and identity. Pappus refers to this as the sea of non-identity: it is both the inwardness of man and his surround, and it is more living nightmare than sea: only the impossibility of the divine breaks it & brings man from it ... Man is such an aggravated creature that, encroached on by impossibilities always, he thinks God's existence is not possible, as if impossibility is a barrier to anything. The impossibility of God is His power, the back-hand of which He serves to those in disfavour sc. those refusing deific salvation in their preference for less. If only they knew a look at Heaven... but they did in having once dwelt there ... now they are hideous mortals. 405. Again, let us look at some of this in detail ... piecemeal, taking it as it comes. Parmenides is the link between 'Pythagoras' & Plato, not 85 historically - whatever that means - but in the transmission of insuperable problems, connecting ontological schemata with the divine. There is no ultimate theoretical coherence in all of this, as the pieces cannot go together. To say, with Pythagoras, that all is number means existence is paraphrased by number: Parmenides, for example, links JÎ Ñ< = JÎ ª< = ¦`< and, with this, predication is identification sc. ungenerated ª< is infinite ª< is unique ª< .... and so forth; however, naturally, these cannot be multiple identities as the one is all - i.e. - one is all oneness. Immediately this gives rise to insurmountable problems - e.g. - infinite ª< is thus identified as uniquely determinate, but it is quite legitimate to ask by whom? If it is identified as such by someone finite like Parmenides, and only the infinite ª< is, then Parmenides fails to exist before he makes the identification. Anything other than the infinite ª< is not, as what is cannot not be: this immediately equates logical argumentation per contra with its infinite opposite: thus, the antinomy of existence is everywhere infinite - sc. the alogicizing logos is the one negating itself as all oneness - or the finitude of nothing is - sc. antinomies issue either from p or not-p, existence or non-existence, infinity or not-infinity &c. What this means in fact for the high discourses of the Greeks is that eristic - dialectic proper - rules the roost. Eristic is not merely spurious argumentation - as if there exists argumentation which is not - it is argumentation based on the recognition that • 86 per impossibile - there is no contrary to argue from: ergo, all contrariety cannot be negated for the one, as negation does not exist. The one and the many - the limit and unlimitedness - are absolute impossibilities: in strictly implying each other, both others negate themselves as other; and as the same they differ .. 406. Let's recapitulate parts of this using different approaches. Allow p to stand for one, and not-p for everything other than p: ergo, not-p stands for many. Eristically, not-p includes many p's - i.e. - manyness includes many ones, and it is with ideas of this stripe that Zeno operates - e.g. - for him the one includes the many and many includes the one. Now let p stand for one of an infinite number of indivisible minima sc. for an ultimate (atomic) magnitude: this one remains if the one of all oneness is divisible. Ask yourself then what not-p stands for in respect of this minimum. Obviously, not-p here includes all other indivisible minima, but it excludes the one of all oneness which is divisible (because this includes p). Zeno, however, has stipulated that if the one of all oneness is divisible, then either indivisible minima remain or ultimate divisions into nothing remain: ergo, as ultimate divisions into nothing are not p, then not-p is equivalent to both indivisible minima other than p and ultimate divisions into nothing. Zeno, of course, is arguing per contra that the one of all oneness is indivisible, and this on the strength that ultimate magnitudes - minima or nothings - are absurdities - i.e. - indivisible minima are simultaneously divisible minima, as if infinite somethings are and are not infinite nothings sc. nothings are somethings if divisibility stops sc. divisibility appears to stop for somethings & appears to continue for nothings. Now by this process of eristic Zeno destroys apagogic method in its entirety - i.e. - one cannot shew that p is valid by reducing not-p to an absurdity: p also reduces to an absurdity - e.g. - the one of all oneness is merely the macrocosmic equivalent of p: let p stand for one of an infinite number of indivisible maxima, viz, the indivisible maximum, and the absurdity is patent. The infinite one - as maximum or minimum or both - antinomizes the negation necessary for its own construction - e.g. - if the infinite one of all oneness is the only one that is indivisible, then it is divided from the finite - absurdity - or it is non-finite - another absurdity - or its indivisibility includes division - yet another absurdity. But this, of course, is human logic, and one could very well surmise - given this alembic of absurdity - as to why metempsychosis was a Greek 87 response to infinite impenetrability, that is, as one cannot go through infinity, the return here appears as a viable alternative. Rebirth by shedding the blood of a criminal is another: then again, it took a perfect 'criminal' to rebirth man in Heaven .... His crime, of course, was to expose the divine publicly and manifest the holiness of immortality. His 'calling card' is to raise the dead and cure the insane - sc. a mite of reminiscence - a lifting of the hood, whereupon the gaze meets victorious innocence, after suffering the fetid & vicious ignobilities of this world. In God we are made of light: darkness is the alternative. But enough: I can churn out this shit forever: thank Christ, less than forever: I'll come back to you with more 'up the line': easily conquering all human knowledge means suffering insufferably in seeing Christ Almighty facially. Consequence: thinking pain physically & emotionally sc. pain rids one of tantalizing (voluntary) illusion: pain destroys easy lies: better to be slaughtered by the raking storms of the (apparent) insanity of Almighty God than pretend to be only human. I love you, young lady, for your graceful courtesy .. P.S. Another (drunken) interlude: what is metamorphosis in Christ? It is certainly (in my case) a surfeit of f***ing - impotent rage brings on the aggravation of impotence - too much of that which easily arrives. For thirty-five years I have rutted astounding beauty: my plate is too full of degenerate ecstacy .. wild beauty beyond most human desires .. Christ knows I am obsessed with the power of beauty (which He always grants) .. alas, to exhaust me with the human best. But in the midst of all flagrant desire, depth intellect and death draws me otherwise. To change into a god in God is a mere touch from the Galilean: who would have thought that this Jew bastard - reviled of all & reviled by me - this bastard - reputedly dead & everywhere irrelevant - this bastard shewed me what divine ecstacy is. How would you feel alright .. ? That all anxiety, fear, worry, pain & horror should be lifted from you .. that you should die to the world .. that every agony should go .. all this is nerve-endings & flesh .. this is the minimum of metamorphosis. God is perfectly capable of transforming flesh into Heaven's inside. Height of intellect and death lures me on. God destroyed Himself at a human beckoning .. This indestructable immortal lives in all courageous & suffering love: I have seen Him contra all philosophers .. Alas, I have not seen Him recently, although now, again, great beauty f***s before my eyes, when I 88 cannot even be bothered. Sometimes this aggravates me as a terrible loss. God knows I need the love and savage desire intrudes. To hell with ultra-sex as I feel that divinized sexuality at its most powerful is, with everything else, insufficient recompense for the shit of my life ... 89 Note to Anne from Cretin City # 14.8/91. Dearest 'bitch' ... ! Thanks for shoring up a chronically stressed bastard. Anger & pain & the entire nightmarish carousel careers through my outraged psyche with the most appalling intensity. It is a veritable regime of convulsions & spasms & goddamned aggravation - f*** spinal injury: what foundations for a romance ..! One minute I'm pitched into the redoubts of angst & the next washed on to some arcane shore, as defeated as Pinocchio, love-lorn, love-sick, & hammered into agony & torment ... For subterranean reasons this surfaces now & combines with cumulative stress, business (liquidity) problems, outraged nature in physical crisis - &c - which, with my infantile fury, ain't f***ing sweet ...... But, anyway, screw the wreckage, bring out the splendour! Many gracious & appreciative thanks for the ducky cuddles & slurpy gamahouching & soothing sweetness, and I especially enjoyed the profound slumber, wrapped around you, darling girl, which - in spite of my obvious tensions - gave a breath of pantherine enchantment to our evening. Our previous night's orgiastic mode placed tears on my cheeks, watching you being given a good seeing to, and then mounting you in the finale, with your flagrant & crimson kisses on Suzie's mouth & with Ralphie - pure Leon Bakst, strut of the faun, thighs of the satyr - utterly pulsing out the jissom - oh you darling spunky slut - and when you squatted, wet & hairy, on my face & rubbed your ass in - mongrel, barbarous, divine: you are the apotheosis of pure & rampant cunt-power .... Selah! For Christ's sake, get the gear, because you are going to flaunt it, bitch .... ! 90 Letter to Anne from Cretin City # 15.9/91. Dearest little rider: Your digs sound appalling: so much for scholarly Oxford. You will feel much better here: at least we have the oriental design &c. I cannot wait to have my darling strutting again. As my filthy nymphette in a white slip - so innocent - with your hands on your hips & that expression - God, you bring me up .. And the finale: precisely what I meant to give you & you really got it. I loosed the jissom because of the fierce look of lust on a childlike face: that is precisely what I wanted to see, as mentality & expression combined bring one off best. I just loved the way you pulled your hair back when it went up & looked at me over your shoulder with your hole totally open, exposed like a wanton spunker. What a gorgeous augury of the sessions to come. I can dress you up for maximum excitement: I love to give it you stiff & kinky. I confess I planned it for Ralph to walk in when you were being had like that - daddy's young bride, in a wedding dress bought for the occasion. I intended him to have you because I wanted to see you shagged absolutely. I especially appreciated it when you talked like daddy's darling whore.Your sweet face fills me with delight & I go over you, inch by inch, thoughtfully, like a corrupting wolf, staring into your soul, savouring you & indescribably wanting you on me, shouting & sliding up & down as only you can in your inimitable way: married coming on 12. I am going to buy more kinky funware soon, because I'm certain we are all absolutely smitten by your cute abandon & exquisite nature. Suzie is in a turmoil & she has the hots for you. The fighting resistance she is putting up only increases her heat & so last night we took her upstairs & I assure you I've never heard her moan with pleasure so frequently. At the mention of your name I taunted her & we both gave her repeated seeings to, wishing you were here tremendously; and I told her she would have to look you in the face (no closing her eyes), whilst being stiffly rammed with you as mistress & onlooker. I said to her that if she was really dirty we would truss her up & have you enter dressed as a prostitute dominatrix, in your french stockings & red ankle-boots - &c - and do her according to your aggressive whims: this made her beg & cry & squeal & whimper: please .... O little darling, where are you .. ? I want you by my side, because thinking of our filthy courtship makes me want it up all the time. Think of some of the fun we have had already, as when you were had in front of the dusky maiden. I loved the show of the pair of you, especially when you were forced to plate her; and when you were totally molested by the two girls, who 91 held you wide open. .. I still envisage you now, feet high in the air, as they pulled you up to expose you. Your languages always help, as I bought you - urchin slag of the alleyways of Tezcatlipoca, riding the wild boys - from your mother. Does she please the hombre .. ? Well, she did that night when the girls wrote spunk slut on her raised behind .. 2. I am of late being regaled with narrated shit, as if there is nothing else but envy in the entire cosmos. Folk will dig holes for themselves & whine when the sides cave in. Deception of the self brings on unnecessary pain: what a fool Mr G. is ... An otherwise spiritual intelligence of astounding excellence, when it comes to thwarted libido he goes ape-shit into the realms of lunacy. Several of my mistresses he claims are rightfully his, yet all grimace at the thought. How on earth do folk manage to shaft themselves on sheer delusion? In Kurt there is the insinuation of malice - petty spite - but here is a man who knows better, being informed by all of his friends repeatedly, no, they were never your girl friends, never ever, not even remotely, yet in the distillery of his testicles he reconstructs reality, as if the direst phantoms of eroticism rightfully belong to him. Unfortunately, the rumour mill always operates with half truths, with folk investing their own angles & slants, but what mightily pisses me off is for my Oxford friends to presume & presuppose, as if they are as well-informed as me, particularly as the intimate ruttings involved in this involved me (not them). My 'axis' goes into regions few mortals could comprehend: in their wildest & most outrageous dreams, I doubt if there is arcane majesty .. I enter into scarlet oceans in which swim fantastic entities, billions of luminescent sea-horses, each playing different - unearthly - instruments - &c - and it is to this region above I am totally & ultimately committed: it is to the high redoubts of this I wish to ascend & I suspect - although this cannot be proved (thus the challenge emboldens) - that our mighty Christ allowed situations in my life - my unorthodox cockster's life - meant to bring on certain, mysterious results. To be raised to sit on the Throne of Heaven is a most dreadful thing - madness to affirm, impossible to deny - and why He does these things to me, I do not know. I must, therefore, constantly probe the great heights, praying to the celestial powers, sometimes in vicious agony, sometimes with laughing ease. I only hope I loved Him there, as I love Him here. On occasions - by the Almighty's let - I play God for real. I love the scent in the hunting of paradise but, more - in breaking through - I know what it feels like being Him, far above the f***ing mortal retards who rule the shit of 92 earth (drab retards who fail to dare for love's glory): thus, to be seated above, is to see the delight of innocence everywhere. Beneath, there is only the applause of corruption. 93 Letter to Mark A. from Cretin City # 16.10/91. Given the upheaval in the past few weeks - repercussive negativity going the rounds, things emerging from overturned flagstones - I confess my enjoyment as the turmoil subsides. Though it now seems to be quieting down, with authentic & loving understanding on the return, the latest problem is Kurt, to whom Ralphie has taken my first missive. This says, in effect, that because he has made flyblown moves against my concubine over the last God-knows-how- long, she - not me - has quaffed the dish of cold vengeance & shewed him - via a devastating riposte - the power of the feminine. I think that all the previously repressed Sexualität - mishandled & mismanaged - is as raw as the sweat on nitro-glycerine: this - plus a goddess waiting to be unleashed by tigerish loins & midnight intellect, bright as a cascading furnace - means I inherit voluptuous beauty & writhing sweetness for my kinky bed. Ah, love and gorgeously-slurpy lip-gloss, eyes of furious passion! In close she is pantherine & primitive & paradisical, and she moves along the axis of seminal devastation. Now 12 year old nymphette-slut & virgin-bride adorned in the lingerie of white roses; clawing cannibaless of the gamahouche; clasping of the psychotropic cunt-mollusc - &c - all for the barbaric-simian god of libidinal-genius. When I first stared at her naked splendour & the prettiness of the femme absolute, I drank in living power & considered my ex-friend, Kurt, blind & deranged & an utter fool in failing to appreciate such a magnificent specimen of God's mighty daughterhood. This gorgeous bitch was fashioned on high from the tender kisses of Christ's mouth, empowered in perfection - finely wrought, pristine - and she came to me a thought's length beyond the zenith, beckoned in by immaculate fiat - thou appear, O wondrous daughter of my loins, so that I shall raise you into Heavenly places in the Kingdom of my intellect. O what a consummately juicy darling! I watched her emerge in the divine at a perfect angle of vibration ... stunning beauty .. and, thus, like a predatory god, I took her - she-child of the Virgin Queen high enthroned - straight into my gleaming mind .. I intend to effect the injunction 'bring her up' - you bet ... ! P.S. Kurt was just here: we had an extensive chat. I insist his name is not short for 'courteous': as with Kant some names fit to a T. Things are somewhat better - temporarily? - and I analysed the rumour mill for him, dissecting current - negative - suppositions. The points I've made are essentially two in number: 1. 94 on journeying to the in-betweener zone - where the great height meets the spiritual down (both obviously beyond earth), I recognised her from out of the ancient of days sc. I have always known her, before the mortal rotting of the earth, and I think she inadvertently - 'unconsciously' - nay, mysteriously, sought me out - i.e. - via the destinate unconscious, not via the fallen id - as if this wasn't at all planned on the earthly plane. The Almighty shewed her to me comported in great divine beauty: this is not to say, holiness included, I did not think she should not be given a rampantly good seeing to my style; hence 2. I think she is mine & that the Kurt liaison is spent .. kaput .. dead of terminal boredom and the sewerage of English public-school manners .. lack of manners, that is, as befits a regime of emotional rejects who never connect to the deific internality of womanhood ... prostitutional use is his métier, confirming the fallen in their bleakness as ungods. I am one of life's 'losers' & he is one of life's 'winners' - but how to persuade him against brothelitis? and how to convince him the Cretin City golf club is not a venue frequented by the risen gods? This or that they may have - the bourgeois shits - but Christ Jesus allows me smoochey ultra-f***s of goddesses kissable & peachy in heights enormous & Heavenly - some loss .. ! 95 Letter to the Darling Girl from Cretin City # 17.15/91. Was it not interesting, our weekend .. ? After my initial snarl-up peace descended and you were mucho coochie. I just like being around you. I'm glad you were tough with Kurt, because he deserves you to rake him somewhat, priceless darling that you are. He fails to see that condescending civility reeks of the morgue: he puts his own psyche to death by snide triviality. Formality is a form of distance, signifying unlovingness: it is a characteristic of insane bureaucrats, stiff arseholes & stiffs in general. Heat comes from radiant minds - from the blast-furnace of love - minds in which the heart dwells. I confess that to sit there & to watch him actively 'cut his own throat', unawares, saved me the task. I feel he will descend to his own level emotionally: alas, taking others with him. You deserve a much higher appreciative mode. I think you will break out into yourself - potentiate upwards, rise into arcane animality - whilst maintaining that mature concern for integrity, which ought to (but doesn't) motivate everyone. Kurt strikes me as having an unpleasant streak - pettiness, weak aggression - which he should erase, if it is merely aberrant & marginal: but we will see ... At some stage we are going to have to go into detail about your emotional and sexual complex: we need to look at it from deep & oblique angles. Some situations tend to have complicit & voluntarist elements and/or deep unknowns coursing through them. Nothing should remain unfathomed: imagine a frozen ocean, chartered by the reticulate & numerate, which - at the snap of one's fingers - surges utterly. First we must look at the surface & then at the forces shaping it. I think you were on 'hold' with Kurt & superficiality aided this. I think your liaison was engendered to stabilize the surface. Underneath is the paroxysmal vortex of the rape: it is this I am going to loose. Lines in Schiller are relevant: Aber das Ungeheure auch Lerne erwarten im irdischen Leben! What is monstrous - that also Learn to expect in earthly life! Das Ungeheure - the monstrous, the inhuman - is not extraneous to man: this you know by experience. I will show you how to deal with it: first comes recapitulation, then mastery. You must return to the scene of terror, strangle the demon, then free the innocent within. I will aid you in this .... Meantime, kid, I 96 am still messing around with crisis factors on the domestic front - real ones, including my own, because this is not a minor thing we have entered into & there are some powerful emotions in play here. I trust your gracious ways to smoothe troubled brows. This is a rough patch & some of the negativity is acutely painful, bloody persistent and recurring. I believe that the eventual yield will be utterly positive, lovely and good. Yesterday evening I talked with Mr D. - a dubious intelligence, in respects highly suspect - but I tried to get over the power of the eyes of love in seeing divinized form. I think this was lost on him. Likewise with Miss J. - the hog's breath of female envy intervened. I suggest you do not apologise to Kurt, as I found his tone supercilious, hectoring and pragmatic. Let him take the negative recoil - he was prepared to do this to you. There are huge pieces missing from his analyses: he is into cheap 'cavalierism' & emotions of a mechanistic fashion. I believe you did him a good turn by bitching him, regaining some composure and status into the bargain. The cheap-shot reply to Shaheda shews the impact you achieved. Too many females take male shit with acquiescence, so I am delighted you gave a salvo back. Apologies would simply subtract from the reversal. I learned many years ago: if someone does not love you, they are not good enough for you. Shake off the offending party like dust from your heels. No labyrinthine & extensive second thoughts. You have already secured triumph: thus savour it without guilt: just use 'the knife' again, should it ever become necessary.. Later: I am really pissed off with the troupe of cretins passing through my life. Moronic breath-wasters, comatose bastards .. living death incarnate: no life, no brains, no spirit .. Ugh! .. Unfortunately, they have the propensity to smear my energies like a shitty rag. Stupidity is largely a voluntarist state. I am surrounded by eight or nine thousand volumes .. many hundreds of masterpieces. A typical conversation goes like this: "Nothing today, thank you" - "There's nothing any day, is there?" "Pardon? What!?" "Don't thank me - I'm not responsible". These pretentious sub-literates want to be down & repulsive, like maggots writhing through life. They leave a trail of tumid slime .. disgusting, debased, imbecilic. No wonder I crave miraculous fulminations, empowered theophanies & raised life. Gimme, gimme, O Lord - only more! Yesterday evening I entered into into the wondrous realm of high prayer - i.e. - into the reality of metamorphic life & not the institutionalized shit purveyed by ecclesiastical tossers .. where our Mighty God resides in states of towering & overwhelming genius .. sacred, sweet, utterly kind and highly approachable. We had 'things to discuss', above the sullen thunder's roll - some contest! He fills my 97 intellect with vistas of immense brilliance & the mystic eye of the spirit fills with sheer and unmitigated magnificence, the subtlety & glory of which is beyond all expression. The quasi-absolute tonnage of human information - the barbed wire of propaganda, ideology and advertisement - is meant to block off mystic vision & the dirty bastards who killed the Lord of Glory still run the entire f***ing abattoir, like mutant idols & pig-arsed garbage, keeping up the conspiratorial lie that the King of Men either does not exist and/or is dead and/or is accessible only after death, only because one mere contact with Him in reality reveals the filthy stench of their deeds ... the murder, the torture, the purposeful affliction & savaging of children & innocents - etc etc - all of which, every rotten iota & tittle, will stand howling before them in absolute horror on the judgment day of each particular death. Run they might, hide they cannot. Every mine, bullet, shell, grenade .. will return to the mind that made it. Vengeance is His & He will exact it .. Much later: so, another night of gorgeous riding & the planning of sultry, arcane and erotic pleasures. Mostly, the human race is ignorant of even mid- range erotic forms: those who cannot f*** as gods cannot f*** at all. The glory of paradox is that the God Who supposedly extirpates erotic passion, immeasurably raises it as He will. Humanity without the divine is a smouldering pit of immorality: where do they think their sex is at .. !? It is natural to be divine, un-natural not to be: what do they think they are engaging in .. !? Answer: the dark sexuality of the blackening clouds of fallen consciousness is the mutual f***ing of monsters ... the fall is the twisted uglification of f***ing ... transience f***s death & fallen males own corpses as penises (hence the epithet 'stiff') .. Alternatively: the gods rise in the light. More of this later - definitely! 98 Letter to Anne, 11/91 Let’s look at some of it, starting with the rape. Rapists - like thieves - are the shit of the world, largely tolerated for engendering non-deific uglification. Thieves inhibit the enlargement of beauty - why bother enhancing beautification & why presence it, as it will be thieved away and thus ungeneralized? Beautification must be kept down and spoiled & smeared - the beauty of Heaven and its inhabitants is then forgotten and replaced ... Rape is spoilation & intended shitification - in marring beauty Heaven is made more remote .. more impossible. Whatever motives rapists operate out of are foul. As you know they inject traumatic consequences, which have to be theoretically unravelled. One consequence is the multiple-bind, which even in its simple (dyadic) form causes pain and confusion in the psyche. One double-bind you are suffering from is that of having your pleasure-centre (literally) “f***ed over”. Thus, we’ll examine this in some detail. All healthy “humans” - we’ll get to what this implies later - tend to veer away from pain and homeostatically seek pleasure, that is, as a balance. This tendency is, however, not always ratified during earthly life. Pleasure is almost impossible to define, because it rests on the mysterious and arcane centre of creativity implicit in the god or goddess. Pleasure is not simply a childhood construction from instinct, drive and appetite, although this is certainly one of its (powerful) modes. Within us we carry the ‘remnants’ of paradise, deific fragments and the parameters of Heaven - these are literal energies in the quaternity of body, brain, heart and groin. Note that the heart is a power, not just an organ ( .. similarly as the genitalia is not merely organic). Obviously, this complicated ‘manifold’ can be abused in a vast number of ways. It can be subject to complex negativity, because its ‘networking’ is immense. Ain’t life complicated, as it is said. In your case we are dealing with sexual trauma and traumatizing aftermath. Trauma, if it hooks into the pleasure-centre(s), almost inevitably produces complications and an unsettled dynamic. Apparently, you had a healthy inclination to pleasure (viz) the delightful “naughty girl syndrome”, a mixture of fun-seeking curiosity and libidinal naivety. In reality this is the normality of play transposed into adult life. Things can go wrong, and with you they did. Your attractiveness ‘naturally’ brings out predators, undoubtedly the whole range from foul bastards, bags of shit etc to ‘alright guys’. But with you - raped by both male and female simultaneously - an immoral intrusion merged with part of the quaternity - body, brain and groin, but not with the heart. Rape succeeds in feeding in an ‘alien glitch’, or symbiotic form, into the psyche, which can become habituated and parasitic, especially as it creates compound derivatives. Trauma can become identified with want. Hence (say) with the example of the flasher I gave you. A child experiences flashing: shock/fear 99 merges with sex/pleasure. Thus, a quantitively-positive response is elicited in a vicious paradox, along the following lines: “My drives react positively to sexual pleasure, but I should not be reacting positively to shock/fear, as the latter is not pleasurable”. This particular situation can negatively-load future libido enormously, if the trauma cannot be separated out analytically. In your case, especially as the attack was insinuated rather than overtly violent, the waking up (mid-way) into pleasure has yielded two salient consequences: (1). Confusion between the +’s and -’s of immature rape phantasies of the ‘all girls enjoy rape’ variety, which - as it actually occurs - switches on the truth implicit in that idea, namely, that body, brain and mind would naturally activate and enjoy. This of course gives the rapist his/her foul excuse - i.e. - a wrong use of the natural idea that ‘all girls enjoy rape’. The rapist really hates the heart and thus forcibly and aggressively uses the other ‘triad of forces’ (body,brain,groin) against it. F***ing is used against love and love-f***ing. The rapist then opposes sexuality, and the usual cry of ‘castrate him’ in truth reflects that.The cry from lesbiana, incidentally, reflects something else, that we’ll deal with elsewhere. (2). Ego-condemnation and/or self-abasement with the usual misplaced guilt and anxious frigidity - i.e. - post-traumatic effect, based on the pervading ideas of complicity in shock or conspiratorial voluntarism in victimization. Okay, so hear my reasoning and/or (partial) figuring of you, as a means of getting some ideas over to you. Of course there was complicity. Of course you wrong-footed yourself. Of course you were naive, silly, rebellious, adventurous, etc. So what? Only the dead aren’t. But essentially you were an enforced victim, used against yourself. Your heart never assented, because the heart in essence is united with the highest reaches of the Imago Dei, which requires the Holy Ghost to love. No stinking rapist can take out something so precious to God and to yourself. He intends to inject demonic chaos into the psyche, but God Almighty is totally capable of re-ordering it: the light of the Holy Ghost shines thru’ the heart’s innocence, which is virgin pure, and knows that body, brain and genitalia are Christ’s territory, not Satan’s. For too long the human race has been in profound - and, in many cases, wilful - ignorance of its own anthropological centre. Half- truths dominate in mutually-exclusive forms of specialization. All existence belongs to God Almighty. The fleas on the lion’s back insist the lion belongs to them. Not so! The human race - erring, wicked, brutal, bloody - that mutant species of the divine - is ruled over by God, whether it likes it or not, do as it may. His genius was hidden from Freud in the latter’s psychology. Freud examined the dark side of the pysche to the limit of his conceptions, perceptions and presuppositions. God is the greatest of all psychologists - shucks, folks, He’s even slightly cleverer than me - and He is quite capable of conquering any soul. With you, young lady, He is showing you the virginity of love, as a recompense for the love besmirched in you by treacherous human beings. 100 Innocence is the greatest virtue in the entire universe. Yours was attacked when your heart sought love and sexuality. This fed ambivalence into you, and caused the following situation, which I usually characterize as chaste Artemis versus sensual Aphrodite.The relationship between these two sisters can assume many forms: Artemis can be superior to Aphrodite; her equal in every respect; or inferior on occasions. In this sense the term ‘versus’ is ambiguous, so let’s define its use. Only one real condition should exist between the sisters: if the two sisters always love each other, they can be superior, equal or inferior.The two sisters are the antipodes or extremes of feminity, existing in every female. If the two sisters hate each other, the ‘versus’ heralds a war within. If one sister loves and the other hates, there is no peace between them. But if the two sisters love each other, they will operate in perfect harmony, and the contest implied in ‘versus’ will be one of delight, play and pleasure. Take sensual Aphrodite, for instance. She has many personae: temptress, whore, polyandrous bitch, multi-orgasmic slave, etc, etc., all of which are ‘personified’ in the female libido. Frankly, I think they can be assumed in the male libido also; else how could one really empathise/connect/sympathize/know the female? During sexuality the ego moves nearer the libido - i.e. - the ego adopts personae so as to generate excitement and orgasm, for the sake of pleasure, homeostasis and relief. In your case the rapist ‘forced your whore mode’, so that what should be lightly enjoyed in play became traumatic. It is natural to enjoy ‘flaunting it’ and being deliciously dirty, as slag/tart/puta/whore (etc.), because these are the personae of Aphrodite. What the rapist did was to transform something of yours which should be pleasurable into fear; hence instead of approaching your own private whoredom voluntarily and easily, with whom you wish, when you attempt to do so you think that is your ego per se - as such - and thus you indict yourself as responsible for the rape. That is, you ‘identify with the aggressor’. You are like a person who loves dogs and who is savaged by a bull mastiff; therefore, who wrongly supposes that it is the loving which led to the savaging. I am attempting to treat you like a whore to bring up the fear, so that - bit by bit - the fear is recognized for what it is - an alien superimposition - meant to imprint a sadistic form onto your pleasure-centre. The rapist tried to substitute his ego-libido in place of your pleasure-centre: you no longer have pleasure there, but him. I’m trying to reverse the process by substituting me for him, and by trading in pleasure for fear. Ralph and I suspect the dirty bastard was trying to pimp you. A pimp kills a girl’s pleasure-centre, many times by completing a girl’s ruin, that is, in many cases there was already damage done by others. Most whores do not feel pleasure, but have already substituted something for it, such as fear of the pimp, a drug habit, etc. Hence they idolize the pimp who appears to be doing good, for example, by giving them ‘support’, ‘affection’, ‘dope’ and - or whatever, whilst manipulating them for base and coarse ends (i.e. money, in its profound sense of ‘filthy lucre’). 101 During our relationship - from the very first letter - I have run images of whoredom over your pysche . This was tactically designed as a multiple-option: to intrigue, thrill, pull and frighten you, so as to illicit repressed material and present it through your body into your consciousness. At the same time I have showered you with real love and have therefore presented back to you your own goodness and innocence. In other words, I have simultaneously evoked both Artemis and Aphrodite - loving sisters in unison - so that, through their union, they can defeat the demonic ogre Raoul-Phobos and his stinking Germanic procuress. His ‘victory’ over you is in securing Aphrodite for his own use, but that we are going to deny him. When you enjoy being a dirty tart - i.e. - when your ego (or, better, when you) - freely choose to unite with whichever persona you so wish and desire, without fear - you will be cured. Aphrodite is struggling to be free. It is because she wanted to be free that you went to Sumatra in the first instance. Artemis and Aphrodite always work in tandem but - know this- Artemis is the main axis around whom her sister dances. Artemis of the pure heart cannot be happy if her sister is bound, frightened, disturbed, restless or in any way damaged. You had to go through hell, but Heaven is returning. For the first time since I have known you, I begin to see really good signs of emergent health. Strangely, or paradoxically - it is that which caused the malaise which will cure it. The cure of fear is inside fear. Avoidance maintains the injury. You are beginning to gain the confidence to exercise your ‘smarts’. You put the bull mastiff down by visiting the dog-house, not by going in the opposite direction. What I’m doing is to accompany you, making sure that though you quake in facing your fear, face it you do. You are going to back it down, with my encouragement. F*** the bull mastiff - you have a mad dog as an ally! 6th Dec (continued). It is now three weeks since I began this, and you continue to experience things previously unknown to yourself, but things which every cognisant being should have knowledge of, especially where they relate to the depths of the psyche. I’ve managed to give you a crash course in the dynamics of repression, taught you in ‘time-honoured’ fashion the (Freudian) ideas of ontogeny recapitulating phylogeny, Nietzche’s “too long has the world been a madhouse”, the fact that the cunning of desire rules, how the privileged irresponsibility of childhood cannot altogether pass into adulthood but how the infant body chafes against the reality-principle in a life-long war, etc. etc. I’ve also, hopefully, mapped out for you a zone beyond the Freudian - which ends in a pragmatic pessimism - in saying that the antipodal forms of the psyche - Artemis/Aphrodite - can merge, but it is precisely what this means we need to look at in detail. Freud was a great genius alongside whom very few - Nietzsche is one exception - can compare. His work on the instincts/drives/emotions is very impressive, as are the results of many of his followers. However I tend to diverge from him where solutions are concerned. There are certain things in (say) the psychoneuroses, which seem to be ineradicable and not susceptible to 102 treatment. For example I’ve told you about ego-exoneration in the Oedipal war, and how it is used by obsessives to make secondary gains. Your transference is going quite well, because you are fighting negativity. I know you are feeling dreadful, mainly because the ‘return of the repressed’ - i.e. - you are being made to deal with an apparent over-load, daily energy is being diverted to your problems rather than external relations, and you are feeling the trauma of re- living the trauma. This is absolutely necessary as repression leads to a pyschic festering and an enduring symptomatology, with the latter producing (eventual) peculiar behaviour. So let’s sum up fairly roughly your ‘state of play’ so far, not forgetting that it is on-going and that there are many deeply-embedded positives within you. What you have developed is self-hatred via the guilt of complicity in an offshoot of the Oedipal situation. Hence, you deny love to your body by refusing it excitement and orgasm. This severance (schizoid splitting, critical dissociation, etc. - it has many descriptions) works in conjunction with repression (Verdrängnis, fetishization, partialization ), as a means whereby you can deal with the trauma. However , theoretically speaking, real trauma antedates any particular trauma, in that the life we are born into is initially traumatic - i.e. - we are born into immanent death with its immediate cognates - dread, horror, fear - impinging on the psyche. Thus the organism - in that it is animal - uses ‘partialization’ to contain horror for survival; indeed, the parental nexus trains it for this - largely unconsciously - negating polymorphous peversity, and by reducing the infant to dependence on the cerebral-genital arc. Now some partialization is necessary and the infant is party to it; but if there is ‘too much’ or ‘too little’, dangerous consequences ensue. Now obviously, the fact that partialization is necessary at all, signifies that ‘life is a traumatic sickness’ and that we shield ourselves against it by recourse to a delusional response: we lie out of necessity, and this comprises our predominant defence-mechanism. Now this is all very well, and the thoughts I have given you are fairly standard in pyschoanalytic history. But at this point there is still open debate and contending theories vis-a-vis Freudianism and post-Freudianism. I’ve tried to initiate you into some of the discussion, specifically using Otto Rank against Freud’s ideas of a ‘death instinct’, pointing out to you that the existence of death is partialized in Freud by a constructivistic formulation, and thereby falsified. The point is: although Rank is on surer ground, he - along with most psychoanalysts - fails to find a solution ‘for death entering the world’.This is quite understandable philosophically, given the conclusions reached in western culture. I’m not going to digress into Schopenhauer - Freud’s chief intellectual master - but because I read to you the stuff on Kiekegaard, a few words are in order. Neither Kierkegaard, Freud, Rank et al. - though they defined life’s main problems brilliantly - knew of the solution. Take Kierkegaard, whose knowledge of abnormal pathology was profound. Kierkegaard belonged - like many unfortunates - within the Protestant tradition, and thus his roots go back (through 103 Luther) to Augustine of Hippo. Augustine has been a pet-hate of mine for many years, because I rate him - with Aristotle - as one of the main villains in the history of theory. Augustine committed two cardinal blunders which have ensnared vast numbers of people ever since. (1). he legitimized ‘necessitarianism’, an odious form of self-stultification and gross error, itself a form of partialization ; and (2). he considered God Almighty as essentially unreachable during life, an untruth so profound that it reduces - i.e. - partializes/represses! - God to the level of a schematic abstraction , metaphor or analogy. Where Kierkegaard is concerned, he made the mistake of ‘picking up this latter tab’ as an unimpeachable fact. Of course, the next step with this viewpoint is reductionism taken to an insane degree - say, in Freud - ‘abstractionism implies God has no existence’. What use is a metaphor in investigating animality/instinct/drives/das Es/(etc)? Rank tried - whilst subscribing to partialization - to reinstate religiosity, whilst keeping in mind the sad fact that many of its adherents are indeed pathological. Freud’s suspicions were largely well-founded: there are many religious maniacs ‘out there’, running the whole pitiful spectacle. But the truth is: Kierkegaard, Freud, Rank repressed the reality of God. This is now customary with psychoanalysts, with their theories of projection, sublimation, father-figures, etc. Paradoxically, I would go along with them in their analysis of the reality of terror, the mechanisms and devices used against it, and so forth. I applaud Freud’s genius and that of his like. However, against ‘em I will always support the greatest psychological genius the world has ever known - no, not me, folks, I’m only running a close second! - that ‘crucified Jew-bastard’ who rode on a donkey through Jerusalem, Mr. Jesus Christ. This is the guy who shews up the ‘illogicality of logicians’ and the ‘sickness of healers’. Those who presume to heal exhibit ‘fear and trembling’ and ‘sickness unto death’. They are hoisted on their own petard - decline, disintegration, decay, death. And still they cannot take a ‘f***ing broad hint’ ! Wankers! Cretins! When will they learn! Those to whom God is a ‘non-existent abstraction’ have merely failed to find the Kingdom of Heaven that is within, which is what He indicated in saying, ‘physician, heal thyself’. No-one can cure death and its appalling introjections - slaughter, massacre, murder - except God; so for the pyschoanalyst to take money as if ‘the cure’ is obtainable is a piece of shit-rigging chicanery and downright magic which flies in the face of pure honesty. However, l’il duckie, don’t ya worry, ‘cuz what God gives is utterly free. But on with my thesis, kid! Let us have a closer look at Aphrodite, she who carried the epithet ‘Urania’ (alias ‘Heavenly Dweller’). Aphrodite was born from the ‘white foam’ produced by the severed genitals of Uranus (‘Heaven’), after his son Cronos (‘Time’) threw them into the sea. Aphrodite was the goddess of prostitution, and the Gk. ‘aphros’ means ‘foam’ (L. spuma). Given the inner content of the myth ‘spume’ is a surrogate for ‘sperm’ (Gk. speirein - to sow) or 104 ‘semen’ (L. serere - to sow), despite any obvious philological connection . It’s all there: patricide, castration, identification of womanhood with absent genitalia, insemination, etc. Evidently it is impossible to castrate a female in precisely the same way as a male, but frigidity is a form of castration, in your case induced by trauma. Whence the word ‘trauma’ and its genealogy? ‘Trauma’ is the Gk. for ‘wound’ and it is directly cognate with ‘throe(s)’: to put in agony: to cause to suffer - e.g. - death throes: OE. thrawu = threa, from where the word ‘threat’ or ‘punishment’ derives. cf. OE. throwen - to suffer. Now, after the abortion, you indicted yourself with the words - seen written by a hand in one of your dreams - “You have committed a sexual sin”. At the cost of being pedantic, let me point out something to you concerning the etymology of the word ‘dream’. Its earliest meaning is the ON. draumr, akin to OHG. troum, and to MG. der Traum. It appears to have escaped the notice of scholars that ‘dream = trauma = wound’, but it is evident enough. Now I’ve suggested to you that the hand that wrote is yours, but we all know the story in the O.T. about the ‘writing on the wall’ i.e. - by the hand of God, plus the idea of ‘sin’ is religious and thus connected to God. So, supposing that God has forgiven you your ‘sin’, let us have a look at some ideas about this. ‘Sin’ - in essence - is equivalent to the ‘negation of love’. Hence, in aborting your child, you ‘negated love in yourself’; or, worse, you ‘negated the love of yourself’. Now why did you do this? In negating love in oneself, one substitutes self-hatred, condemnation, punishment and pain: one purposely wounds oneself. Why? The question is: what did you abort? In conceiving a child you did what your mother did; but the child you killed is you. Hence, here we see death-surrogation in the form of suicide, and this links in with frigidity and the severance of your genitalia, symbolic but real. Now you connect this, via association, with shame. And the cause of your shame is the wish for erotic impropriety, or the impulsion towards Aphrodite. There’s a line in Byron: “Every woe a tear can claim except an erring sister’s shame.” The ‘sister’ in your case is judged over-harshly by the ‘über-Ich’ or Ego-Ideal - Artemis - who opposes herself in another form. It is Aphrodite who weeps and suffers, because of the intensely painful conflict between her ‘high’ and ‘low’ self. I constantly tell you, and your dreams and nightmares bear this out: There exists one you torn into two. Whoredom is in everyone (viz) the immorality of the Id. The common streetwalker is one who sacrificed Artemis so that Aphrodite can reign supreme. But because, in reality, Artemis-Aphrodite is one goddess who can enjoy two personae, the streetwalker lives as dead Aphrodite, or as someone who kills erotic pleasure with the death of morality. Your feelings of ‘wishing to be a prostitute’ are valid. The two sisters should be in a symplectic relationship, because a coincidentia oppositorum yields harmony. When Artemis condemns her lower self - i.e. - when she debases her lower self by accusations of unworthiness - Aphrodite retaliates by releasing waves of filthy images. One goddess cannot fairly condemn the other without chaos, because they are 105 essentially the same. There is only one you, and Artemis should be in Aphrodite as Aphrodite is in Artemis. They should exchange ‘properties’ - a communicatio idiomatum - or energies, and thus unite in power. You know what happens in Catholic countries: the rigid and punishing division between Virgin and Whore - a strict disjunction - results in a largely unattainable ideal and a self-condemnatory debasement by the majority of women (a f***ing rotten put-down of God’s daughters). In the Gospels our Mighty Nazarene reconciles the Virgin Mary and Mary Magdalene in the mutually-reconciling love of each. It was without doubt his beautiful intention that chastity and sensuality, morality and eroticism, the super-ego and the id - call it what you will - be united in driving out pain. Much tragedy occurs when the ‘good opposes the good’, in that the good in one’s enemy cannot be seen.Your fear is essentially groundless; the eternal female within - which is what you truly are - is only afraid if one of the ‘two sisters’ dies.They are mutually-beloved ‘objects’, one of the other, vitally necessary to each other, inseparable, like mind and body. Should harm come to one, the other suffers. They should love each other in each other, as ‘the one’ keeps ‘the other’ alive. If one or the other wanes, then death stalks the pysche, probing for weaknesses. No wonder female monks become emaciated and ghastly. The strangling of Magdalene by the Madonna is not love, but criminal murder. Better they were lesbian lovers, sweet with kisses and gentleness, trusting in the God of Love who created them both. The glory of prostitution is not that its wages be sin, but that it should be paid in love. Yours is the failure to love yourself, the remedy for which is so easily achieved. Christ the Most Holy loves you unutterably, as does the Virgin Queen of Heaven - She who pours out Her Immaculate Light on you - and so do I, your good friend ... Jim 106 Letter to the Darling Boy from Cretin City # 18. 16/91. Last night I received a visitation from the fiend in all his snarling power. In coming from a sub-zero nightmare, I awoke amidst Satan's hordes. The monsters are usually ice putrified: Satan is never - contrary to superstition - hot. Perversely, I took his visit to be complimentary, as we must really be bothering the bastard. The beast is not a fiction: this we both know from incontrovertible confrontation. It took me possibly ten minutes to get rid of him, filthy scumbag that he is. Some mighty prayers were offered to our Goodly Master, Whose Name alone sends the f***less maggot reeling. This is precisely the point about Satan - i.e. - in never having dared take flesh, he is essentially f***less: hence, he entices vile humans to rape, mutilate & murder God's girls. Christ's Name alone is sufficient to fry the demonic in its own excrement. Hopefully, you were not assailed, although I was cognisant of your similar experience in Thailand & cross-referenced it, thinking you were quite probably (knowing you) engaged in some deliciously kinky naughties at the very same time. Envy of erotic love must really piss Satan off & he is only bigger than humans when they give him themselves - i.e. - Mephistophelian hogshit - but in Christ the Saviour he is reduced to the size of his own rotting phallus .. as charming as a maggot. Enough of trivia. Yesterday was fairly aggravating but amusing; and, of course, there are still tearful repercussions from various parties but, as you said, they are on to a hiding for nothing & if anyone thinks our sultry princess is either up for grabs and/or can be reclaimed by emotional reminiscence or whatever, it ain't so. She is under my wings now & thus under ours & others can regret as they please. Kurt was gentlemanly - of suspect deportment - and I am informed he is touting Shaheda around Oxford. Hopefully, she will assist him to realign his heart & scrotum. Mr G. - our dearly deluded friend - must hustle his own & leave mine be. I loved yesterday as it went on, barking dogs & pestiferous flies & intrusive phone calls notwithstanding; and when I finally ultra-mounted the darling, with her childish visage lusting absolutely & beautiful hair flaying ... well, son, possession at its orgasmic zenith & enmuscled ferocity, big, stiff & kinky - yowee!! gimme more & more! God, her ass & genitalia are divine marvels & of the sheer hundreds I've ravished & been ravished by, our darling rider is super-class. She revived my old hustling days in Chelsea when I became cockster No. 1 & simply reinforced the truism that instincts & emotions go backwards. It is no wonder that the beast is envious of such girlie beauties .. Imagine being a psychotic archangel never having enjoyed f***ing love .. When she came in from Heaven during my upward search, her faces shone with the sublime magnificence of plenitude & plethora, all divine ... alas, poor dumb earthlings who do not enjoy His majestic power and cannot f*** as gods ... 107 Note to Mark A. from Cretin City # 19.20/91. A rewarding weekend with much profound agony .. a sustained emotional chain reaction. Hell 'n' me are unwitting familiars, but I am working on the principle that blasphemous discharge is a learning experience: it is gut criticism wrenched up by ungripping pain. Some recoil .. fleame - phlegm - on the icons, but my collection is now too expensive to rend yet again into kindling. Maybe I am getting the smarts going into old age. Strange how minor slights fire off gigantic repercussions in the human breast: perhaps it is Donne's murderous embryo lurking within, 'fitted for works of darkness' ... Finally, it got peaceful again and His Glory shone around. I was thinking of your father last night - master of 30 languages, virtually ignored - thinking that, when his mortality finally ends, he is in for some magnificent delights .. because I was peering in - better, I was in peering around - and, shucks, son, it is absolutely beautiful ..... Earth is merely a waste product, an excrement .. I think blasphemy is shot through with both godly & ungodly criticism: it is gleaning the godly which is important. The safeguard is Christ's absolute innocence, but the negative charge is God's apparent indifference, sadism & cruelty. His cruelty to me as a young lad echoes through the years. I thought it was done & forgotten & mended - it ain't, because sheer pain forces up the long past & scatters it over raw nerve-endings. Much of my visionary capacity comes through trying to understand the significance of personal horror ... so it is really an on-going dialectic & a long-fought war, which gives rise to cursing fury, especially the cursing fury I could do better. Rimbaud envisaged himself as a demon bargaining with the Almighty - cure the world & I will destroy hell - and Nietzsche devoured his own shit, confirming horror & indicting God. I try to figure the finale by reconstituting Godhead and, methinks, there is possibly an elemental 'set up' or a subconscious series of prompt cards evincing this reaction, or, more probably, the Ancient of Days is f***ing my brain (.. to use a carnal metaphor for God is f***ing my brain). Anyway, be that as it may, it is wiley coyote time once again & many of the high byzantine theoretical formulations I've topologically creased & I am managing (or thinking I am managing) to get my plonker past the Seraphic Guardians of the Gate, without - that is - having hot coals placed in my empty eye-sockets by long-dead Calvinists of the risen Inquisition. Kurt is becoming a bourgeois prick - becoming!? - and he has been knobbing a darkie, that is, on the dining room floor (by all accounts) to convince passing householders he can get it up. Wait until he takes her home for dinner. It is alright in principle, but enter Calcutta will result in apoplexy. Why don't they stay with their own kind ..!? The bourgeoisie I mean ... and leave us happy bunch of bastards alone. Things are petulantly fraught enough without raising a poor girl's hopes that she can take tiffin with the toffs. There has been much theoretical discourse about everything, including a 12 page balance sheet from 108 Kurt listing Anne 's lustings after Ralph .. with the result that there was a terse conversation, which almost put me off my drinking .... 109 Note to Almighty God from Cretin City # 20. 21/91. You to Whom I owe my mind, measureless thanks. Of late, my Lord, I am undergoing a terrible crisis: nothing altogether new, rather powerful configurations of pain surging through in strange convolutions. My hatred of You, blasphemous & sneering, appears again in horrendous convulsions & dreadfully frightening symptoms. Aghast I review my state with terrible fear. It seems, on occasions, I am breaking down with vicious disappointments. My spinal injury, of unknown consequences, riles the emotional bedevilment. Crisis appears after crisis. My pain occurs as chronic stress & as unique form. My lack of power galls me beyond endurance & I feel aggravated, frustrated, hurt & angry. My temper is virtually uncontrollable & damaging in its repercussions: yet You, O Master, lead me into fabulous domains. I am fully aware of my intellectual insight: nothing human surpasses it & few can approach it. My two companions in prayer on Mt. Athos are now dead & reside with You. Hence, somewhere I am quite alone. My whole life is theological, militant atheist that I was. The glorious gifts You have given me, I shall ever be thankful for. Few have seen You face to face - yet I have. The problems You have given me appear impossible. Somewhere, however, they increase my ardour. Who would have thought, O Great Galilean, You even existed? Yet You raised me into Heaven after many awful trials; and You continue to do so, agonized wretch that I am. Mighty Lord, many thanks for my Jerusalem cunning: may it always be in Your service. And for the analytic power. My mathematical genius fell stillborn before the minds of men. My profound & stupendous mental labours went unrewarded. But not by You, my Lord. And, Lord, to be cut down by the righteous was the hardest of all. But am I defeated when beaten to the ground? Never! Do I not rise, son of Thee, in animal splendour, bedecked in my helmet of purest sunshine, a mighty god, profound with laughter & intelligence, again divinely handsome!!?? Aye!! Thou, O Hyper-Trinity, Who inducted me, beyond the star-born & celestial, beyond the minor confines of human mentality ... Thou, O Super-Essence, Who raised me into realms of miraculous glory & fêted my intellect with immaculate beings & the perfection of innocence, making me worthy when men found me unworthy ... Hail, O God of Gods, Ever-True Redeemer & Maker of All-Things Holy ... To Thee I raise the Cross of my sword's hilt in Eternal Salutation! 110 Letter to Suze from Cretin City # 21.23/91. My own arguments - feelings - in this affair do not seem to make much impact on Ralph, who seems to be involved in his own inferential structures, perhaps because they emerge out of an unknown or emergent internality. Although my assurrances to him about the constancy of my deep affections & the essentiality of us as a basic ‘triad’ are repeated, still he seems not to be letting them through - so what the hell can I do? I’m getting thoroughly fed up with it all & I wish I was not around. What should be a nice episode for us all is becoming a source of misery & disruption & it is being construed not as something which the above has bearing on, but only as some f***ing ego- miasmic counter-play of hostile forces. Ralph’s responses seem to be constantly off-by-a-margin, which means they gather collectively into a picture of events I cannot effectively countermand nor influence. My own disclaimers of responsibility (although I am aware of direct involvement, shaping of events &c) are dismissed as verbal conjurings, even though he should know full well - certainly because I emphasise it - that to bring on unique occurrences, I toss the deck into the air to generate anomie, hoping that the Almighty will sort out some of the cards. I am not doing a Svengali on this, but it seems I’m taking yet another subtle battering as Ralph projects forms of disapproval on to the situation, which seem to lack the sympathy he is renowned for, at least to me. The latest psychological motif spinning into play is the possibility (or the possible recognition) that sooner or later rival males find me insufferable. He mentioned male envy & even though I argued envy is an affect of resentment & is thus construed intentionally from a bogus form of inferiority, we still are not getting to grips with the reality of this affair. Much of my relationship with Ralph is built on the lack of contest - i.e. - the negation of testicular manhood in its gross forms - and on the supposition that love is possible between males precisely because manhood is understood - that down state - and consequently subverted. Perhaps the ‘exchange of properties’ has worked too well? Perhaps I have reached my limit (though I am not arguing for it) where internal feminization is concerned - the gentle, the nice, the kind - and perhaps it does not suit me utterly? Maybe it is ego-dystonic; or maybe Ralph has learned to exact venom from my poisonous instincts & has become a man - in contradistinction to being a beautiful boy - and therefore feels now it is time to turn on me? Who knows?! Somewhere I am beginning not to give a f***ing damn & to think: destruction .. My life is extremely unhappy; it strikes me it always has been; it seems not worth the effort - the gigantic effort - I have put into it; and if I think of my former “loyal friends”, many of whom I spent years helping, only to be kicked in the f***ing teeth, my analysis shows the 99% good I did them was overtaken by the 1% bad in a grand, axiological reversal. Friendship is usually so much undeserved garbage & a vast waste of time. I was probably much better off as a young lone-wolf; at least I did not have to put up with this kind of krap. 111 Personally, I think we are seeing the logical outcome of a doomed experiment, one in which I’ve (disbelievingly) tried to prove loneliness is not absolute. Somewhere I do not care anymore. Relationships are best only at the superficies in a contractual mode & loving is disguised ego-shit, at least on the part of others. In your case you appeared to hold out more love for an unworthy, narcissistic, moronic transvestite like ---- than for me. Folk want specific ego- images played back, otherwise they switch off “love”, which is thereby only a condition to start with. Somewhere I think: f*** you all, the lot of you make me sick. I have spent 23 years of my life demonstrating my love for you & 13 for Ralph. Time sacrificed, life wasted. Even if love isn’t garbage, it is too painful & I do not want to know. Sometimes I think love is a ploy by Christ-as-sadist, meant to french-fry the human heart. Lord, why do you beat a broken reed? 112 Letter to Mark A. from Cretin City # 22.1/92. Your comment about my not recognising precisely how deep-seated Dr. F’s resentment is ain’t particularly accurate, as I tend to schematically figure & calculate both sides of any given situation (.. the instincts of an old logician). Okay, one tucks away and eventually deletes much information, but where our psychoanalytic friend is concerned Ralph and I have minutely analyzed the analyst many times; plus we give attention to information he is not capable of considering (onto-theo-logical moves); plus I always play my game, because I ain’t nothing if not a player. He’s pretending to be mightily pissed because Anne is spilling ‘confidential material’, which is profoundly anti-me: I mean really f***ing anti on a partisan, personal and libidinally envious level, as if I could not guess, pre-empt, gainsay & multi-think it. What really disturbs him is that he cannot get his head round my deviant intelligence, because although he thinks he is moving in deep in the ‘instinctual maze’ vis-à-vis Anne & me, I’m still the psychological games theorist hustling gains & computing odds. It is decidedly foolish for a man who despises learning (by owning no books) to attempt to psychically take out a lover of learning, especially one whose has collected & studied psychoanalytic literature for 40 years. He doesn’t know what he is up against, certainly in regard to my specialist study - women - for whom I reserved vast energies up close, particularly in f***ing X00 or so by the time I got married. My hustler days gave me great fun, because true art is to be found in the aesthetics of females - magnificent flesh, curvaceous symmetry, symplectic ooze and barbarous reciprocation. Al McDonald - a living glory, now elevated above - said he had only met two phenomenal cocksters and I took the title. The enjoyment of beautiful girls is one of life’s great delights, especially when combined with sweet nature, high intelligence, psychic liberality and other exquisite qualities, such as coochie humour and profound eroticism. I spent aeons - cosmically speaking - f***ing on LSD & mescaline, with every libidinal circuit firing in trillion-fold erogenous-electric beyond the cerebral-genital arc; so, to be told by an exponent of government-sponsored sex patterns - via my own ‘eaves-dropping service’ - that he is the professional, almost causes me to sneer in derision. Intelligent intimacy is the best method of psychic penetration, notably when augmented by multi-eyed (seraphic) thrustings, ek-static luminescence & divinization of the libido - spinning, twisting, gyrating, dissolving and mounting as a fiery god. Dr. F. has got to be out of his tiny mind to arrogantly deny Almighty God. The supposition - the base supposition (arrived at without evidence) - that the Almighty plays no part in the creation & construction of something so stunningly magnificent as the soul - i.e. - the living being - and that he - a mere psychoanalyst, a f***ing comatose head- shrinker - is therefore fully qualified and equipped to pronounce on all this - never mind actually explore it - takes the biscuit for stupidity as influence. You know I am enamored of analytic methodology (definitely when it is provisional 113 or qualified and part of something greater - e.g. - my brain), but to presume quasi-omnipotence for any method in place of the real omnipotence it seeks to destroy is sheer ‘n’ bogus shit. Sigmund-effing-Freud!? Who do people think this superficial wanker is: Jesus of Nazareth!!? I respect Freud for giving a humane kick-start to depth studies - after Nietzsche - but folk tend to overlook the fact that his analytic structures are largely infra-structured by Germanic ideologies and, moreover, his networking is tremendously idiosyncratic, individuated & particularised - i.e. - reworked from Kant and others. His genius was in insight, not synthetic formation, but he subsequently “omnipotentized” features - instincts, drives - from the temporal mire within, as a means of securing his own earthly immortalization. The grid he placed on discursively- appearing data is his construct, but one refashioned from other atheists. Then, of course, he spent the rest of his life viciously taking out any prospective son & heir, whilst reserving his daughter’s dead pudendum as his own by right - “bathe me, darling” - as a resurrection of talismanic incest, as if to hang up the remnants of a furry vagina was to exhibit a prime scalp. One can get creative in this ... I mean it is all atrociously subjective - science my arse! - and it is precisely because one can “create” - manipulate subjectivity, multiplicity & diversity - that his authoritarianism negates creative alternatives .. true alternatives (like God). It is small wonder that ‘back to repression’ follows from necessitarian un-freedom. His own ‘acquired characteristics’ aren’t particularly Lamarckean or Haeckelean .. rather, unconsciously-imbued Teutonic norms. One could write a generic history of German thought indicating tribal influences barbarously subtracting from the pure Trinity. The psychology which led a crude tribal conglomerate to adopt Arianism & Filioquism and to push it to its totally unimaginative - “logical” - consequence as Protestant Deism (thus: stupidity, gross error, lack of love) generated centuries marking-time in the dirty drill-halls of obedient stasis. Germanic thought, to my mind, has always been essentially backward, retarded, uncouth and primitive. The Goths have changed their headgear but not their heads; and it is from this eminently dark culture that Freud derives his thought. The pure light of Christ rarely shone amongst these slaughterers - they are not a Mediterranean Christian people - indeed, they are fringe or borderline Christians, whose “God” developed amongst pre-Augustinian N. African Berbers. German atheism - or its “Christian” equivalent - grew into Freud, and it appears quite strange that two ‘intellectual’ cultures which deny Christ - the Hebraic, the Germanic - and which are made that close in the denial, have not been sufficiently investigated for their continuing ideological similarities. I think Freud tried to supercede Germanic forest history - its reality - with his fictitious theories of primal hordes - sublimating the reality around him - and with his extemporized, vacuous and invented ‘ages of anxiety, trauma, etc’. So much of it is patent lunacy, distorted experience and stupidity disguised as methodology. Systematics is a form of stacking excrement, and Freud is no different from any 114 German thinker in that. So much of this history of mutated spirit can be traced by following necessitarian lines of thought: it should be studied to whet the teeth of dismissal by every intelligent scholar (presuming one). So, okay, I can leave all of this out regarding Dr. F and his ‘stabilizing fictions’ (for which, obviously, there is a thriving market amongst the mutants), certainly on a general basis, but when - personally - things come to a crunch and I’m picking up snide & put-downs (very scientific) amongst the cerebral traffic, then f*** it, son, I’ll get tricky and chiv him back. Now I’m accused of brain- washing Anne, as I supposedly did with Ralph: f*** blackening tactics. The Vision of God is not something arranged for one’s own advantage: God does not respond to mesmerism and certain forms of shithouse chicanery prompted by the so-called religious. With his mentality impugned Ralph gave him some back, hinting strongly he might not be highly qualified in the spiritual stakes. Now I like the guy - genuinely, there’s a real soft spot for him as he possesses a lovely side - but his outrageous presumption that we - virtually the f***ing utmost, man! - should defer to him or to anyone f***ing alive or dead (Christ & His Holy Pals excepted) .. well, he can put that where the sun does not shine. We are the guys who have been to the other side - up high, on high, over yonder - and Suze & me in Heaven - in, - in, - in; and I am supposed to surrender this hallucination, madness, distortion - belittled as everything but total truth - for slogans meriting government pay, approval, applause and recognition. Here it is not subversion I’m touting, it’s just that I’ve never sold out my meetings with the Master for anything. Obviously governments cannot see Him or they would not be ripping the shit out of each others’ populations. Any regime allows compromised asshole sufficient room for ‘success’: it is what is beyond the said regime that it fears. Dr. F feels uneasy with me, despite the practice of armoured techniques, because I do not fit into his squares & triangles and he cannot allow that: a persistent alarm buzzes his ego. Freud was paranoid about his authority .. a Pharaoh cherishing Egoismus, rewarding and punishing the slaves .. being paranoid goes with the job as a ‘massive unconscious gain’ .. some gain if exceptionality causes extreme error. My punishment - easy stripes, no sweat - at & in Durham/Oxford/Cretin City was for the same dire offense. One doesn’t have to do anything, as exceptionality can be surmised, presumed, concocted, falsified (etc). In my case f***ing masses of females was sufficient. Fit into the pack, you bastard. Cain hated Abel. God favours you, you bastard. You are too intelligent, talented, good-looking - i.e. - whatever, whatever, you bastard. The genitals keep score and over-ride integrity: “I cannot have it, therefore you are not going to enjoy it”. The pleb scratches automobiles and shits on carpets during nervous housebreakings; but the bourgeois smiles to your face and undoes exceptionality with superior malice: he grids you .. Academia is the lunatic asylum of the bourgeoisie. Do not let them know you know. Honesty is its own disreward. So where else can high intelligence go? Well, it gets promotion in Christ’s Kingdom: so here I sit - 115 exalted, occasionally modest & probably the highest mind in England (with the exception of - at most, no doubt - one or two holy hermits: hiya, lads/lasses, my loving regards to your spiritual excellence), a complete waste to humanity, according to appearances at least, but here to inculcate into the varicosed & haemorrhoidal brains of our ruling & “educated” elite - sphacelated & vermiculated douche-bags for souls they might have - the message that: you, graven & gross beasts of the world, walking blindfolded in the nightmare you make come true .. do you not know that Christ Almighty will exact judgment for your least action? do you not know - I tell you as one who has seen the Face of faces - you cannot gain from enforcing affliction: illicit gain always receives due recompense from God. Avoidance inherits inevitable confrontation. The harsh sayings of Christ are more terrible than the horrors of the earth. No evil soul can win against God. No human can offend against His morality and win ..... When I first began to meet Him - O Lord, the power - when He began to teach me my lessons (simple manners), He raised me .. he raised the entirety of my painful, violent, misguided and stupid life into incredible torment .. If you think hell does not exist, you are deceiving yourself dreadfully .. He raised me into the Sanity of Himself. Ah, Lord, if I had a golden tongue .. a tongue of light to sound extra-dimensions .. to praise ascendant genius: thank You for making my terrible life worthwhile. My speech is not comely: may my love be. You taught me why? So they think they have sweated blood? The bones in my body knocked together in abject fear. No-one and no-thing can defeat such awesome - such truly awesome - power. You flew me over hell itself .. dangling over a cesspit that makes id & earth seem trivial .. the first time brain-wrecked, fuses blown, every idea, concept, proposition, wish, dream, ambition - &c - squeezed into nothing .. all mathematical foundations (in which my genius resided), all philosophy (which I had dearly loved), all psychology (which You enticed me into as a suffering boy), all history, anthropology, religion (which I despise for betraying You) .. all this became the entirety of nothing .. all fallen earth & hell, brought about by the abyssal mutancy of ones-once-gods, this wicked “creation” of the fallen immortals, Almighty God showed me as powerless before His ascendant might ... You, my Lord, toured me on the un-grid of exquisite extra- dimensions, breathing forth gossamer blasts of holy energy - more than the divine Blake come true - visiting again unparalleled vistas in which unparallel energies cascade as awesome miracles ... abounding incandescence, unbounded delight .. ‘Light, stand up’ ... ‘Energy, move forth’ .. and, thus, in tumultuous adoration the architectonics of immortality stand forth in awesome spectacle in the chalice of Heaven’s manifestation ... So, lad, I’ve got problems ... the urge to laughter is irresistible; as Chesterton said: the only thing Christ dared not do was to burst out laughing: Ha- Ha-Ha! But then come to think of it I wouldn’t burst out laughing if someone smashed my palms & ripped open my flesh .. fried my bleeding carcass on a high-voltage bed .. froze me on the snow and broke me with metal bars .. blew 116 my head out like bloody glue against the nearest wall. Torturers, murdering criminals .. Satan’s shit slithers incarnate, rearing monstrosity against innocence. Christ was born innocent like all children - our nature is His - but defiled innocence stands amongst open sewers emitting the toxic vapours of evil. Innocence - the pure heart - is priceless, possessing a qualitative finesse beyond the speakable .... Later: where was I? O yes, the analyst’s pass, as in making a pass. Like any jealous lover ‘she’s beautiful, I’ll treat her for free’, waiving £90 per hour.. how noble! Essentially the tactic is ‘get rid of your boyfriend’ .. I’ve seen this before with a non-Freudian psychiatrist and, again, the female in question was sheer taste, palpably slurpy, with a goddess’ ass. A father figure for the mother’s sake: ‘can’t you see I’m doing you a favour curing our darling slapper?’ Come to daddy! Watch out for dangerous males, especially those that are powerful, usurpful, sexual and thus threatening - i.e. - this is known as the ownership of cunt. Dr. F’s position is the paranoid one of strictly advocating non-deviancy. You know what daughters are like let loose. I do not want my penis neutralized by a quasi-omnipotent executioner, as the tendency to omnipotence is the sin of all crypto-totalitarian arseholes. Of course I know how the darling cuts loose, as she is as seminally devastating as the wildest strutter. Keep sniffing it, man, because you ain’t having it .. Many good hearts, on the other hand, load themselves for annihilation: death postures everywhere but, because of Christ, it is not a fact. Some afford it the polite recognition that a gentle demise, sliding oneself under the soil, is the noblest policy. Who, they say, would want to have joined ‘that!!?’ Looking over bony shoulders, gripping the coffin like a leaden bathtub, thinking it is better to sink on under, to slough the quag, than to forsake the private joys of brilliance for uuuugghh-civilization - e.g. - the civilzation that Freud preached after it incinerated his sisters, the civilization Dr. F buttresses for pay, saying that there is no alternative, as we are stuck with the earth’s worlding dimension, as if perception enforces finitism. It’s all there is, if there’s more it is impossible to know - &c - the usual catchphrases going the rounds. Better to die than swing under this stale aggrandizement - earthed upon - the aggrandizement of stagnation under a dead moon, monotonous stars and empty space. Naturally, the prophets of this hideous calumny prosper enormously via mass (mutant) recognition: for Christ’s sake the Vision of God is rare .... Later still (pissed: only Jack Shit seeks power). So, lad, another benign week has ended. Nechaev chills out: Peter Kürsten and Sergei Chikatilo shade the clearing (die Lichtung), and all is well with the world. I have finished another letter to G.P. in which I have tried, probably unsuccessfully, to rough out comparisons between Christ’s immeasurable highs and enhypostatic calibrations - spiritual gaugings? - in mine, given, that is, He must oversee, direct & permit 117 profound occurrences of this nature. To actually go up and have all this happen gives me difficulties of mammoth proportions - neither descriptive metaphysics nor mute incomprehension suffices .. There has to be interpretation, a ‘configurational code’ of expression. The whisper of the Holy Ghost is not the voice Nietzsche mocked in Socrates: it is not the voice of Rilke at Duino. This is all beyond the ‘thundering furnace’ .. in the midst of ‘silent lightning’. The Almighty is not to be found in transcendent images, however exalted & holy. Imagination & reason & conceptuality - &c - are eliminated in the haeccity & quiddity of the going-in-ness of extra-dimensionality. One can actually command lower spiritual topologies - unearthed outsides of Heaven - through penetrable Him-ness-es, as the brought-up-ness gathers in lesser gods. Some descriptive configurations might - via aphairesis - give glimpses of theo-anthropological reality - e.g. of the psyche, that vastly abused & misunderstood term which, virtually phased out into obsolescence, actually merits terminological resurrection, so: conceive of the human shape as normally recognised - head, trunk, limbs - and subtract from it the flesh and its ‘answering equivalents’ - antwortende Gegenbilder - its sinewy, bony, bloody cognates. Now this is not an abstract stripping-down, but an intimated vision of what-then-remains, namely, a co-terminal figure of spiritual haeccity, or our shape minimally in God. I am suggesting that the flesh and its ‘answering anti-types’ cage our (minimalized) anthropo-theo-logical energy, and that this minimalization occurs because sub- humanity is drafted in - the psyche is specifically weighed & weighted by adherence to the flesh - and that, therefore, re-version by maximalization occurs because deific-humanity is drafted in - the psyche is specifically freed by the luminescent authenticity of true ante-typy ... What precisely is this ante-typy? Luminescence overthrows meat by stepping back out of time. Meat is the measure of time, but the (maximalizing) non-co-terminal figure is the god or goddess emerging, extra-dimensionally, as new light and new colour. The immeasurable enhancement of this reversion is the (deific) communicatio idiomatum, the multi-fluorescence of which initiates metamorphy in rebuilding the perfection of the psyche - i.e. - the imago Dei. Naturally, stepping back out of time disfigures the meat (Fleisch) of one’s flesh (Fleisch), so that one can - e.g. - manifest triple faces on three sides of the head, as the plasticity & flexibility of deific energy unworlds fallen geometries: transfiguration is the •(−-ing of that which is going up spiritually - its ageometrization - and its •B@$D"Fµ@H, its throwing off of scum (... privatio in the sense that God robs one of life’s shit). But what is the shape - Gestalt, µ@DNZ - of the psyche when it undergoes µ@DNTF4H - morphosis, ‘shaping’: what is its figuration when trans, its look when over? First we need to recognise that words refuse alinear events - figurational happenings - as is the case with, for example, the genitival preposition µ,JV. Although this appears - and, indeed, can be used - as an earth word - “amidst, with, by aid of” - its use in conjunction with NbF4H and µ@DNTF4H unworlds ultimate reference. µ,JV-NbF4H is ‘amidst the origin’: 118 it is not ‘mit Physik’: it is the amidstness of the origination of the primal source .. it is with the fundamental •DPZ ... with the Ur of Ursache, preceding thinghood & technicality. What then can one possibly say about deific-becoming in metamorphosis? Obviously, it is with - OHG miti, mit - the aid of shaping, but words do not ‘figurate the trans’ or look over radical glorification. Words do not see - e.g. - unparalleled sights and unearthly origin, or the birthing of the gods in the origin of the Godhead. The gods do not look like humans, because they access ontic polymorphy - many eyes, many wings - in the scarlet lightning & golden thunder of consummate elevation. A god is the type of which flesh is the anti-typical unlikeness .. soma minus sarx, as if the god is recessive when flesh is dominant and vice versa. What is God like? What is His immediate characterisation? In God light moves and moves visibly. In moving into God there is recognition of higher order, that is, light re-cognizes thought, or thought becomes moving light. Thought, in the sense of mortal thinking, is usually ‘thought about’, but immortal thinking is cognized again .. it is the re- of re-entry as the calculating thought of sub-humanity - its figuring out - is figured in. ‘Figuring something out’ is the outside of divine realms figuring, but figuring in is the trans of transfiguration. A god is de-nuded of flesh by the actualization of moving light after Christ coincides with the individual hypostatically - personally - and, although this can be seen before, one cannot become a god until the hypostatic union inseparably unites with ( and lifts up) what goes before. It is impossible to achieve Trinitarian deification without Christ first granting the total interface of His perfect divine- manhood. Now this is a mouthful I’m sure - expression falters - but in the letter to G. I was attempting to go beyond this to explain how the super-essential union occurs. Some of it I perhaps got - other parts I perhaps did not ... An essential part of my depiction hangs on the (ontological) refutation of tertium non datur - “no middle-third” - which I spent 10 years investigating mathematically. Very briefly - leaving aside technicalities in mathematics - I will repeat some of the steps. If a human being is considered to embody substance, then something human is complete - e.g. - soul, identity, body, or &c. Hence, the negation of substance in man implies incompleteness - e.g. - of his identity. Man is therefore not simply id-entity - a fixed it - but a becoming middle-third: thus, his own self-predicating, self-reflexive, self-binding affirmations & negations are apophatically fragmented in the movement beyond himself. In short, if the “law of identity” - a permutable of tertium non datur - is annulled, man becomes something other - e.g. - sane, divine, a self. However - moving on - my attempt to descriptively understand ‘super-essentiality’, given that its embodiment differs considerably from its worded expression, is not helped by frameworks & configurations & directions in Pseudo-Dionysius. I think his errors can be painstakingly traced back to Aristotle’s pervasive (composite) methodology, of the sort seen, for example, in synthesizing dualities, the golden mean (etc); but whatever the precise genealogy of Pseudo-Dionysius’ ideational forms it is 119 evident to me that Trinitarian form is subverted by him, and becomes in fact an attached hybrid on a system formerly (Neo)-Platonic. I have never read one commentator-exegete whom I remotely agree with, largely because I work out of experiential modes, which almost instinctively react with primed criticality towards his works. There’s something alien thereabouts, which will not ‘gel’. Most of this can be seen via its continuation in Erigena’s stuff, which I tend to pull away from with distaste, as I do from most Latin theology. I am not saying there is nothing genuinely Christian in Pseudo-Dionysius’ opus: rather, there’s too much chaff in with the wheat. Aquinas thought him ‘orthodox’, which is enough to make any intelligent spirit pull up short. His use of super-essentiality tends to be fly-blown, garbled, over-extended. I confess to liking his expression ‘the super-essential Jesus’ but, really, I doubt if Christ can be experienced like that, as I consider the expression so used as a ‘tricked out’ formula in the Plotinian-Hegelian mode - i.e. - mere synthetics. It does not surprise me that Pseudo-Dionysius gave rise to ponderous (exegetical) edifices amongst the Latins (via Hilduin of Paris, Erigena - another moron of similar rank to Augustine - Anselm of Laon, Honorius Augustodunensis, Hugh of St Victor etc: papal cretins all); nor that his reception in the Christian East was mixed. I have not read Maximus Confessor’s commentary, but it would provide a good Ph.D. study for some wooden-brained Oxonian eunuch to compare it with Aquinas’; but - anyway - f*** the Areopagite/Plotinus/Augustine & their assembled knob- rottery: reading them is akin to f***ing the Dead Sea Scrolls. Where’s the kissy sluttery in this & the scarlet-licked-lips of puckered anemone, with the adrenalized perfection of perfumed thigh in laughing eyes? Where’s the shook nobility of shimmering, ravened tresses, loosened in naked splendour, with deeply-sepulchred passions squatting on reciprocated lusts? Better the strumpet’s thighs than sanitized mentality ... Now where were we? You will no doubt know Coleridge’s connexions with Erigena, so I would hazard a guess much of Col’s sub-structures are hopelessly entangled in Latinist abortions from transmitted compendia via ‘De Divisione Naturae’. So many of the arguments are wrongly routed and spurious, the penalty for forsaking Athanasius, Cyril of Alexandria, Leontius and so forth. Deductions from the ‘ineffable and incomprehensible divine essence’ usually result in the Trinity following as a disengaged predicate, along the lines of ‘if He cannot be known, it cannot be known He is Unity or Trinity’. God Almighty is thus abstracted and made into an object of enforced belief or faith, and predicates are then figuratively transferred as projected (finite) analogues: goodness/truth is therefore plus quam bonitas/plus quam veritas, in the sense of augmentations ‘supering’ from below, because our limit ensures quiddity becomes super- quiddity, and we cannot know the difference. In other words, absolute infinity is an assertive quiddity from which no inference follows. This, of course, creates the severance typical of Augustinianism and Plotinian thought, stemming from the immutable first cause - from that idiotic, old heathen bastard, Aristotle - 120 which in reality generates ‘unbridgeable lacunae’ & ‘theoretical vacua’ ... demonic nonsense designed to keep the sons & daughters of God down via substitutions, ersatz authorities, surrogates, interpretation etc etc which, in its modernist & bourgeois form, is the kind of shit taught today theologically & philosophically throughout “Christian” Europe. No wonder Orthodox mystics cross themselves at the thought of the Franks. Western Christianity is so far down it thinks it is up. The point is: intellect is susceptible to perfectibility as it divinely fights: Christ fought, and thus so should we, however shattered and fragmented the ‘runes’ & shibboleths of our enmeshed consciousness .. Alright, an aside on Pseudo-Dionysius, with an eye to his immediate shortcomings. The expression superessential Godhead - ßB,D@bF4@H 2,"DP\" - appears to dominate the Super-Trinity and Trinity, as if the latter is a manifestation - appearance - of the ‘transcendental absolute.’ One cannot even say the Trinity is a manifestation - BD`@*@H - of the Super-Trinity, because this prôodos or fore-way (das Ausgehen) emanates merely as an impossible image. In Plotinus (5.2.1) we have BD`@*@H ¦6 *L 121 Christ Almighty. My experience of divine life in its ineffable majesty is one in which the 2,`J0H - the very Deity - never emanates. In becoming the Super- Trinity every formulae below (including my own) was out-powered upwards, and although there are distinct glimmers in Pseudo-Dionysius - marvellous formulae, beautiful expressions of deification - one must always remember that everything is uniquely transformed in this living god’s ascent. God is the ultimate adventure in a topology of immortal (deifying) light. The journey from mortal individuality to becoming God Almighty means that God is the final editor of the entire hyper-cosmic script. Nothing gainsays it, or it gainsays itself in explosive mystery. One actually rides “chariots”, but these are <@0J`H - spiritual - nothing like the engines of earth, as one is strapped in by ‘circumscribed bands of illuminated infinities’ - see, words do not match, because divine realities over- step the phantasmal, unless, that is, Almighty God merely imagines. One could make a case for the phantasmalism of monophysitism in Pseudo-Dionysius via N"\ 122 self-in-Truth: then ‘appearance’ is not to show the god by baring, not to bring to deific luminescence, but to subscribe to the world’s poles of the infinite and the finite - ‘appearance’ as Erdichtungen .. fictions and fabrications. The fallen gods not-god by non-metamorphic gridding .... Allow me to talk to you simply: all humans (if only they were even that).. all humans know God: they know Who He is & they know where He is. Everything less which stares them in the face, they know is not God. Everything living somewhere, deep within the multiplex, through the very depths of this living fall, everything knows the Face of God. There is nothing He did not look at when He created all of it. He looked close up with loving eyes: even blades of grass and the billionfold things that crawl therein .. even Nothing worships God. Man, however, this erring son, this self-cause of putrid stupidity ... even his own children, the merest babes, even they recognise this is not something which adores the Almighty. Innocence is taught by its adult negation .. the ruptured pleasures yet to come, the squalid death yet to be inflicted .. innocence suffers on. Where then is the salvation of recognition, when the human race gives up every gain & game but the reality (the sensuous, everyday reality) of God’s immanent genius? In the meantime I keep stacking my chips on the impossible bet of innocence winning all ... Sort out the drunk from sober! I’m dawdling with this missive, awaiting your rumoured letter: consequently, I have to think of things to write about. I have been reading Mann on Schiller: “Worte, Begriffe: Tasten nur, die sein Künstlertum schlug, um ein verborgenes Saitenspiel klingen zu machen” - words, concepts: mere keys which his artistry struck, in order to draw sounds out of a hidden instrument. Nice, but fancy. Schiller’s flesh begins to revenge itself on him: “Und rächte es sich, so wollte er den Göttern trotzen, die Schulden schickten und dann Strafe verhängten” - and if it was taking vengeance, he would defy the gods who sent guilt and then imposed punishment. This now is interesting as the gods are smeared by artistic device and made into vindictive (fictional) entities. I suggest we oppose this with Hebrew realities: that there are gods is specifically referred to in the Old Testament: Christ Himself powerfully pointed this out in the New. Why? I suggest it is to chastise their ‘current absenteeism’, then as now, and to remind the expositors of God’s omnipotence that these entities are living beings also. Note how they fail to get mention on a world-wide basis: perhaps the Pharoahs only control humans because living spirits pass their remit. Fictionalizing realities denigrates to the status of non- entity, and controllers refuse acknowledgement to those higher powers who will eventually f*** them over. Contemplative prayer - powering through in supplicant splendour - reveals glimpses of Christ’s awesome genius. I love to see His grace & favour. My debilitated old carcass - relatively speaking - sniffs the delights when He makes Himself known & even though more than a decade of stress still digs its black claws into my neck - not to mention 50 years of hell - a hearty f*** off to Krankheitgewinnen (if I recall the expression correctly) - 123 invalidism as technique refuses the taste of raw life, especially as there is always lots to do in the brain’s sphere, where <@ØH looks out through its house of meat, empowered by the same lightning which ‘speaks in the Throne’. Ralph’s look of exaltation at the weekend stirred me beyond the skies, and it was preceded by some fine - fun - theology, but Suze always rises well beyond words. Life goes roaring through on occasion .... Another day begins from the hand of the Great Immortal. Academic theologians begin more scratching about in the tombs of dead heretics, whom they tend to later embody. I thought highly about Origen during the night, with my inner eyes mended. To my mind he is a great spirit of a vastly superior intelligence .. vastly superior to his critics. The thought of a spirit is in movement, tremendously flexible movement, and one can see his dynamics operating even in those who opposed him. ‘Origenism’ - pure Orthodoxy - is profoundly fecund in the divine realms, and it is probably its sheer freedom which led to its being proscribed by rancid nutters of ecclesiastical stripe. Otherwise, I tend to potter around. I am still probing theories of pain: its avoidance, says Freud, is a centralised constant, but this to my mind is based on bogus inferences from visual reflexes. Perhaps this is a way of blocking deeper or higher alternatives. Try depth, so: “Aber er glaubte ja an den Schmerz, so tief, so innig, daß etwas, was unter Schmerzen geschah, diesem Glauben zufolge weder nutzlos noch schlecht sein konnte” - but indeed he believed in the pain, so deep, so profound, that anything happening under pain, the beliefs occurring as a consequence, could be neither useless nor bad. This is the cauldron of agony we keep alight for immersing ourselves in talent. Try height, so: pain is a deific parasite, an alien body, designed to drive us upwards; and in the quoted passage it is something down we are under, as if the flesh is a living burial: “diesem Glauben zulfolge” is like a resultant faith but, evidently, this misses out the metaphysics - the origin originating - of seering screams, especially when the flesh undergoes pain inflicted from without. Where is Freud’s theoretical apparatus for dealing with crucifixion or sadistic fury, with genocide or horror beneath the sub-bestial? Is there an ‘oedipal disposition’ which results in ‘hanging by nails’? Or what of large sections of mankind baying for blood and barking for slaughter? Innumerable millions have died mercilessly at the hands of butchers from the pit, who are paid to generate belief according to agony. There is a place called hell involved in agony .. a real place in which divine feelings & senses - which, naturally, do not die with the flesh - make life a gauntlet of wounding spikes on which all, according to due measure, are impaled. The only way to make inroads into this is to pass on the light, as, like a white fox, the ontology of pure goodness must be tracked to its lair. One’s own stultifying impotence in the face of world-horror - the instruments of murder exchanged for the love of money - is reflected in the apparent impotence of the Almighty. I believe this impotence is a delusion, as it is covered by a largely unknown dynamic of motility, of happening life itself, on which one cannot put a gauge .. conjunctions of events in millions of (invisible) 124 motor co-ordinates, which the Almighty can rework .. working the transfigurational shuttle in indecipherable zones of pure creativity, as He super- infinitely calls the shots. This impotence is the energy of bated breath and the B<,ص" of a complicit pausing, as if effective power requires a FL<,D(`H mysteriously destinate and ultra-fine in its workings-out ... Incidentally, I sent the poor old psycho V. a trenchant missive - sublimity above the scorn - meaning to alert him to a continuation of the game. Nothing brings him forward from lurking darkness and, alas, there is a pitiless arrogance in him, real madness, and the persistent clinging to fork-tongued treachery. How can anyone seek security by being so behaviourally low? In this guy the elements of greatness are ruined by the cowardice of intellectualism, self-waste, and envy of appalling proportions. One can see he actively dodges supernal rays or looks at the stirrings of Almighty power through the slits of psychotic eyes, as if the previous adoration of a pig’s head in a pentacle sticks to his brain - I mean, for f***’s sake, man, is it art to persist in processes bringing on a demonization of one’s life!? - and this psychic slime-ball and maleficent hater is fêted as a theologian .. A theologian, no less, who cannot get off the ground except, perhaps, to rub snot into the back of importance: kiss their shit and a fanfare occurs in the blasted redoubts of lunacy and, thus, with his “fellow intellectuals” at the University of ------, the blade was slipped into my spine .. The nobility of Christians? I think not ... Allow me to reminisce to pass the time: allow me some explanation for my violent life. God knows I once loved to fight, that I enjoyed winning in ultra-violence. Slum-life breeds violence, my father was indifferent, callous & brutal (like his father before him), and my great-grandfather was a hireling pugilist, the bare-knuckle champion of Lincolnshire for 19 years. All men are murderers except for that vital fraction. I had read Egan’s Boxiana in its entirety, made copious notes, aged 13. As my father could be a traumatic - traumatized - monster, quite possibly from the war, I had to learn to take him down. Violence always brooded at the edge, and the fighting capabilities of certain relations was thought ‘legendary & heroic’, almost gladiatorial. The Greeks used brass-knuckles, but I followed the history of prize-fighting. Both Dempsey and Tunney replied to my letters. I fought hundreds of times. Like my hero, Bendigo - whose grave I frequently visited - Christ bid me put away such unbecoming behaviour, which I later did. The realisation that I did not wish to hurt anyone or anything is the recognition that violence is evil. To my mind the noble man is the gentle man, arrived at no doubt by fighting oneself, that is, in seeing aggression decisively lose. The greater the fighter, the harder his opponent. My first library was teaching my fingers to war, but this - valuable - collection I gave away. My second library, a part of which you saw, was invaluable, as I worked through it with immense labour. It needs strength and endurance to really read, hours countless in extent in analytic concentration, moving universes in the humiliation of multiple errors and rethinkings, but persisting on in great painstakings. Books for me rejoined 125 childhood’s refuge of peace - an arena of peace almost - as this is where I took my love. What beautiful memories I have of books! I could hit like seven shades of immaculate shit - i.e. - “Should the sun in the sky offend me, I would smite it”, but, then again, Ahab’s secret is the key to understanding his war (hence, the book) .. Ah, literature, ain’t it lovely! I will, of course, leave you pondering Ahab - why the war against the leviathan? what crime had the behemoth committed? what had his young wife to do with it? And now to one of Freud’s most cogent, albeit dated, arguments. I say this: Argumentation shapes the world: philosophy builds empires & governs mutation. Freud challenges magic with science: he is decidedly for science, as if science replaces religion (alias magic). Thus grows the empire of science, replacing, I think, not magic, not religion, but God.To the degree that science is godless, the sewers of the soul will back up. If a surgeon’s meat on a hi-tech slab is so profoundly complicated, surpassing encyclopaedic intelligence, how is it that this meat appears capable of consciousness? How come this meat has a light in its head? Tell me do, how does this come about? Even a light-bulb requires a power-station in its system: what is the source of the energy that energizes meat? Flesh is activated by the theology it mutates: meat goes on the move impelled by philosophy: hence our core thought is extremely important. I think science is extremely limited in this direction - “real querying” - because, like magic, it fails the remit of its own cleverness: “do not be too clever or you will forsake it all for Truth”. The highest point of science is mathematical modelling which, hopefully, involves pure intellect in imaginative approaches & previously unseen connexions: but pure intellect, what is this? Is it vanity spurred on by the ‘mystique of intelligence’? Or is it genius fomented out of nowhere? Think of Mozart as a purported conduit of the divine: but mathematics, isn’t this where genius enters in? O the symbols reflecting thought-structures, the hyper- figurings in the shunt of infinities finitized, the extensive contemplation of sign - spoor into where? - and the ability to investigate formulae for years and years, without ever recognizing the ground is groundless. Away with psychologism - says Frege, Husserl etc - as if the RLPZ in this -ism isn’t somehow •(X<0J`< J, 6" •2V<"J@<, and as if thought-structure isn’t intimately related to this figuring meat. How is the light in this meat related to the origins of number? Perhaps number is a manifest sign of spiritual darkness, casting articulate shadows, erecting black towers in the night, before the high dawn of immortality. At least it was so for me, but, at last, I know that pain is everything below being the Super-Trinity (.. that pain is everything below not being the Super-Trinity). I was once lazing on my bed in Oxfordshire, thinking about infinity, wanting to be its master .. lazing around as thinking minds should, formulae - to quote - swimming around my head externally like a nimbus, when I heard one sung angelic note .. One note can awaken the psyche, so why should the Almighty be concerned with anything so trivial as infinitizing numbers? Ah, on the palm of the Lord. There is an ancient & true story of adventuring below in 126 which a pure heart grew up in immensely difficult circumstances, poor & shamed, struggling with a head full of incomprehensible thoughts, dreadfully downbeaten, studying alone in strange locations across the globe - “one minute up the Himalayas, the next at Gettysburg or Heaven’s door” - who, having risen in Jesus of Nazareth, expressly says, “Christ, I am still shining & Lord, this is frigging incredible: look at it, the glory shone around, joy come true, it can come true & does”. Every soul when created by Almighty God first looks into His Face. The first ‘thing’ ever seen by your eyes is Christ: that is the severance of now, the splitting away, the thrust fall into the world’s horror, where innocence is f***ed & choked by the ascendancy & power of mutant bastards. These - these shithouse pigs - are ignoramuses of titanic proportion, knowing nothing of God’s multi-fold & most-mighty dimensionality, emblazoned with outpourings of stunning glorification .. these shithouse pigs rub the grease and bile of their own power-lusts into the flanks of existence, shifting in black nights of murder, initiating actions so foul & nefarious, that, in not seeing the light of day, expectations are geared-up for the absence of retribution, as if Almighty God - this rearing up of the avenging hawk - is not cognisant of what is about to become his prey. As if .. as if Satan’s hordes on earth expected to take a victory from this Greatest of All Immortals ..... And as if Almighty God would not bless a humble scribe, who, at his best can write like a god .... I think that to gain understanding of Christ it is necessary to carefully contemplate the idea that He did not really know He was the Almighty whilst He was on earth - i.e. - deific genius of an enormous order happened to Him, not as passive clay, but in the sense of bloody confrontations with Himself. He would know Himself as de-axialized power in a remarkably sensitive body, and as ascendant Trinitarian majesty: it is this which is modelled in me by His grace. Hence, I calculate the differential, thinking that my hyper-cosmic visions - sights - of reality (of stupendous magnitude) must be as dim ashes compared to His incarnational mind. I wish to write an immensely fine volume on Christ, if only because I sit here experiencing His loving sweetness. All I am really trying to do is to get across God’s immanence & to rid the world of the swinish lie that Christ Almighty is imparticipable. His immortal mysteries are to me my raison d’être. To be allowed to inhabit this imperishable kingdom & to taste pure goodness is, as it were, part of His mind. To inhabit God’s thought is the greatest of all intellectual adventures. To ‘come in from above’ and to sit ‘there!’ - ¦6,Ã<@H, @âJ@H - looking out, in mind immaculate, makes the very air elaborate with the sacred scent of breath. This is the God of Ages Who examined ‘zillions of hyper- composite existences’ with the most holy light of supra-absolute mentality, and Who thought out transfinitudes in a trillion thunderous tongues, in endless languages of wisdom beyond number, and Who controls & upholds & creates the pathway, fiery with unsurpassed miracle, which leads to His amazing genius ... Hence, Christ’s not-knowing or equivocation in knowing must have involved perfect ignorance after becoming ‘that!’, which made His actions 127 ambiguous & requiring of startling courage. His was the agony of a variably- displaced identity, which unsettles us all - i.e. - the ego is transcendentalized according to a dynamic of high mystery, so that the earthly ego - usually presuming itself gridded - puts on the ‘helmet of spatio-temporality’ as a multiple & mixed lie. The task of philosophers is to maintain this lie in place & to deny the validity of visions (sights) beyond it. Thus, there is a stunted outcome called “human life” - in truth the lack of it - in which the deranged are fêted as intelligent, as if they represent the fount of truth. Christ is thereby mocked by a gross assemblage of chronic anti-typy - resistance, impenetrability, solidity - operating as deific mutants, who carve up existence with the manias of possession - derangement reified in object terms or ‘thing-izing’ - and who dictate, conserve & expand the lie with ubiquitous exponentiation. One can see dictatorial history in the thought of great scoundrels - Aristotle, Augustine, Aquinas, Newton, Kant et al - to name but a few of these lauded imbeciles. One imagines the profound shock experienced by these individuals moments after being devoured by death, as they wake into God’s devastating terrain. Time refracts at the rim of eternity & there is no space. Only love rebirths upwards, and spatio-temporality is seen for what it was, viz, a thought of Almighty God bastardized, falsified & mutated by those in rebellion against Him. The manufacture of “reality” is a conspiracy entered into by vicious theoreticians and their troops. Earth - the obscene testicle spinning through regulated absurdity - was created originally for the resurrection of the divinized body; but it has been turned into a killing-machine for the abysmal fragmentation & ultimate lacerational-shredding of a species which pretends it is human. This is the ‘ignoble helmet’ that God voluntarily wore, which caused His perfect mind to suffer confusion & horror - a helmet kitted out with deranged circuitry, insane ontologies & gross existentiality, designed by mankind’s guardian demons in the clawing excrementality of refused vision: shit & razor-wire combined as a crown of thorns ... I recently located the super-essence in a phrase used by Origen concerning the ‘bread of life’. My knowledge of Patristics is now dreadfully rusty, given it is well over 20 years since I began and over 11 since I sold that particular library. My investigations into related subjects proceed, however, at a pace & there’s vast continuation. I’ve discovered that Gregory Palamas, that great mind, did not consider the essence-energies distinction as an absolute, rather as a paradox. My embodiment of anti-heroism is a masterwork of me in flight - a strange, loaded configuration of perverse vision & investigations into mystic realms - sustained by beautiful prayers. The Almighty and I have a good laugh between us, as I raise my mind & eyes in attempting to ‘figure out’ divine structures. Early this morning - I try to keep the luminous night for myself - I entered the heart, from which countless mystical emanations appear, against which I run the divinized personae of my outrageous ego. I check body against 128 flesh - comparing & contrasting - seeking nuances, such as enhypostasized homosexual meat, bi-sexualized spirit in relationship to high androgyny, impotent a-sexualized thought as a condition for the imago Dei &c - hence my use of abnormal experience versus itself, as a kind of spiritual sieve for ‘immortal & immoral’ remnants. I am in the fortunate - or damning - position of being able (given daring complicity) to embody a bizarre Christ, one in whom the real Christ is weighed ‘pro or contra’, according to the degree of deific polymorphy. Thus, I enter relationships - such as the one with Anne - via ‘composite re-axialization’, seeing where transformation takes me in height & depth. Naturally, one must always retain loving goodness and Christ’s mighty hegemony, as His is the courage I strive for. Seductive harlotry succours me whilst crucified & cold demons hiss out malevolence. The bigger Satan’s imagery - the nastier his demons - the weaker he is. I place the Transfiguration above all Christ’s other acts - above the Eucharist, which should approach it - but I transfigure as f***ed transvestite & as a uniquely-wrought penile god, working both sides of any embodied configuration, especially ‘both sides of the raised super-essence’. I try to ‘transport down’ mnemonic trace as ontological trace through ‘energetic incongruences’, as I try to ‘transport up’ libidinal dissimilarities as psychic ideas, so as to experience what happens to the mystic in-betweener, antipathetically co-ordinated and/or antipodally wrenched from below-to-above and above-to-below. This is, naturally, extremely difficult of description, as I am pointing to where the down-and-up of Heaven meets - in coincidental juxtaposition - the up-and-down of earth: this is a holy region of great difficulty .. a kaleidoscopic roller-coaster of unleashed force at the turning- point of contrary reversal .. ñH @Û6 Ð 129 introjections by abreaction (recapitulation) in the normative mode and - here comes the rub - by recourse to deific moves. Most anthropological templates operate with fallen models, but I will restore her by polymorphic unfallingness. Already she has experienced some startling, albeit extremely gentle, visions, and not of a presumed imago or didactic set-piece, but according to the wild anomie of the Holy Ghost. I have seen my awesome Master perform nuanced twists of finesse beyond extremes, as He allowed me to pass beyond the divisive architectonics of aphairesis - finite and infinite predication - directly into ‘that!’ which is not accessible to any being: I become 2,`J0H, and thus I know the beneath of humanity and the manifest of lies which sustain it. Take, for example, specific master names by which humans grid themselves - “masculine”, “feminine” - and consider what Nietzsche says on conditionality: “Logic is bound to the condition: assume there are identical cases. In fact, to make possible logical thinking & inferences, this condition must first be treated fictitiously as fulfilled. That is: the will to logical truth can be carried through only after a fundamental falsification of all events is assumed”. Nietzsche here recognises the gridding of identity and the ego as substance, but beyond this he recognizes anomie without the Holy Ghost. Half-way there, Fritzi, but not far enough. There is no gridded identity, masculine or feminine, in the raised anomie of deific polymorphy: energy blows gender apart. Above the allegedly human is the human of strange mien bristling with divinity. It is this beautiful ‘monster’ above monsters - inordinately strange and, perhaps, a source of terror to humans - this monster of awesome & awe-inspiring holy-fire, who postures forth God’s genius beyond extremes. I have seen Him ‘bring about things’ - do “things” - massively beyond the failure of words to relate. I flee from the agony of much of it & any good form is a refuge. However, sometimes, when I think I have managed to avoid ‘that’ successfully, He - most charmingly - brings me up into zones sacred & uncanny, into regions of appalling sublimity, in which, animated with...... Missing 130 Letter to Ralph from Cretin City #23. 3/92. “Mental Things are alone Real .. What is called Corporeal nobody knows its dwelling Place .. [it] is in Fallacy & its Existence an Imposture” - W. Blake: Vision of the Last Judgment. Abstract. Logic as understood by the Alexandrian-Byzantine mind, at least from Origen onwards, is inordinately different from that generated via Eleaticism & Aristotelianism to Gödel & Non-Cantorian set-theoretic formulations & its chief features can be characterised by a dissolution of the subject - corporeality annihilated - and, hence, by a radicalizing of frameworks, both ontological & axiological, surrounding thoughts relating to ‘man’, which lead inevitably to the violent overthrow of the “laws” of identity, contradiction & tertium exclusi. [Note: set-theoretic formulations of a finitist (axiomatic) base assume entities reducible to a human vocabulary, and in this way ideal (non- finitist) entities invariably emerge in contiguous structures. There are, however, feasible alternatives to the limits of constructivism in grounds of ideals, viz, infinite axiomata, which refer to identity, contradiction & tertium exclusi as partly formulable - i.e. - with these “laws” as non-finitist formulae, varying in accordance with radicalized ontologies. In western thought identity is finitely formulable only and, thus, it must at some point refuse the infinitization of itself as coming before construction. One could radicalize the relationship of mathematics to logic by viewing the former as dislocating identity, or by its components disconnecting from ‘determinative thinghood’: hence, by this means illogical elements - which, indeed, outnumber logical elements (and without which mathematical thought cannot exist) - could be seen to limit architectonic and/or schematic thought to its proper place. Western logic rescinds itself in mathematics, because there is no literal transformation beyond the antinomies of abstractionism. The logicians of Alexandria-Byzantium asserted that infinity is penetrable only by becoming God]. 1. In modern terms the logicality of Alexandria-Byzantium argues that the non-identity of identity is a theorem, and that, accordingly, identity is indemonstrable. Thus: the identity of (fallen) identity is no identity; fallen identity accompanies negation without going beyond (infinitism) itself into transcendental identity; fallen identity is permanently saddled internally with its own negation; the true and the false elide together antinomially at base; truth is minimally a god and falsity is the sub-stance of the human (thus the sub-human); and this says the negation of essentialist correlates - i.e. - cognate with the @ÛF\"4 of Aristotelianism - disbands ‘nominal signifiers’ in propositions which are assumed as fixed entities. Thus, for example, signification - reference - in the 131 phrase, “Lazarus, who is dying...” is seen as an unfixed entity (no entity at all), which refuses tertium exclusi at sub-propositional and hyper-propositional levels. This is evidently aimed at the ground of any morphological alphabet which attempts to construct a subject, and it immediately implicates non-entitative consequences. Generally speaking then, “Lazarus ..” - or, in Meinong’s commonplace phraseology, “the man next door ...” - is becoming into an (unknown) identity, which invalidates any identity assumed beforehand. This implies that theory is designed to conceal the crucial ßBVD>4H - existential beginning - of true identity, and that identity is at a remove from ‘man’ in deific regions of the Spirit .. in which regions the conspiratorial rebellion against man’s real origin is undone. Hence, it is the cataclysmic which is called for in epistemic research, viz, a momentous and violent event or series of events marked by overwhelming upheaval and demolition, in which the pose of man is rent asunder .. and in which nihilation to the ground, man is re-birthed as that which he always was, is and shall be. [Note: The subject “Lazarus” penetrates both sides of death, and dying is not part of what Coleridge called ‘deduction from the verb substantive, esse’, namely, Aristotle’s ousia, which is seen as something carried forward uncritically through Schelling, Solgar, Hegel and the Germans since Fichte. The idea ‘> is dying’ repudiates any verb substantive by the coincidentia oppositorum of mutually-exclusive predicates - e.g. - ‘> is alive-dying-dead- alive’ includes ‘contraries of (subject) identity’ in the disbanding of that temporality necessary for the formulation of tertium exclusi. The Greek verb (\(<@µ"4 only transposes to a ‘verb substantive, ousia’ by a falsely-wrought process of completion, that is, becoming is a verb intransitive like dying, and such verbs take no object but the subject: however, such a subject is ‘uncontained by its own dissolution’ .. and/or it is exactly on a par with a manifest contradiction-in-terms, a ‘dying being’. If we compare this with (,\<@µ"4 - to come into a new state of being - this latter state might be taken to imply ,É<"4 persists as an identifiable stratum - ßB`FJ"F4H = ,É<"4 - as if man is merely an accretion of false predicates on an ousia. The logicians of Alexandria-Byzantium asserted that death is penetrable now by deification, because death (like man) is not an ousia. 2. There is evidence that Aristotle (see Note* below) was aware of disconcerting features in the geometrical discussion of his own and previous times. Various non-Euclidean theorems are mooted about in ‘De caelo’, ‘Magna Moralia’, ‘Ethica ad Eudemum’ - &c - many of which can be conjoined to Aristotle’s recognition that tertium exclusi possesses no proof of its own, that is, no proof beyond circularity. In fact, both Aristotle & Euclid entered into a severe problematic with their purported constructivist finitism, which invariably brings on quandries regarding ideas of incommensurability, irrationality, relative 132 inconsistency and infinity. Later Alexandrian-Byzantine logicians, such as Leontius 6cent. A.D. (Note **), dispossessed themselves of this line of inquiry by showing that relative consistency mutually implies relative inconsistency - i.e. - that the mode of reductio ad absurdum via indirect proof denies tertium exclusi and that it, therefore, implies the non-identity of identity. Thus, unlike Aristotle and his abstractionist progeny, Byzantine logicians used a methodology of such striking power that it renders the continuing autopsies of Kantianism, Hegelianism - &c - unnecessary. They did this by the following means: they displaced the fiction of ousia in manhood (and/or as manhood) by becoming 2,`H, and they reasoned that argumentation in abstracto could not effectively negate the non-identity of identity, if only for the reason that the identity in question was & is unknown. They further argued that everything quantifiable is every-thing, as if referents for individuation - hence identity - were falsely fixed thereby. This is confirmed by Aristotle - ‘Meta. IV 4, 1006b 11-22' - when he writes, “Let it be granted then .. that a word signifies something and signifies one thing. Then it is not possible for being a man to signify the same as not being a man, if ‘man’ signifies one thing. And it will not be possible for the same thing to be and not be, except by virtue of an homonymy, as when we call man others should call not man. But the question is not whether it is possible for the same thing at the same time to be and not be called a man in name, but whether it can be and not be a man in fact.” The logicians of Alexandria-Byzantium denied the correlation of man-as- ousia and thinghood, contra Aristotelianism, allowing the conclusion that the “principles” of tertium exclusi and contradiction pertain to ousiai only, not to accidents, and, therefore, as ousiai do not exist, neither does subject-identity. The question then as to the axiological value of any subject-object and/or subject- predicate logic - indeed, of any calculus with a subject presumed or aligned with a vocabulary of elements - is answered by its entire negation. This position stands also with regard to logics of propositions, especially if the subject is further obfuscated - somewhere assumed - under an array of symbols. Further, if the symbols are attached to a subject, only insolubilia will result if the problem of the non-identity of identity is not resolved of and for a subject. Hence, the anthropological evaluation of man is centralized in the logic of Alexandria- Byzantium: if man is not a subject - a subject in rebus or ante res, that is, not a subject at all - then man is not human. It is precisely because man labours under a (voluntarist) delusion that he is not immediately glorifiable by ontological alteration that such alteration is proscribed. [Note*: In ‘De Caelo’ Aristotle considered the refusal of the primitive diagonalization of a unit-square as a means whereby the process of reductio ad absurdum is reinforced, as if this process clarifies the simultaneous derivation of contraries. Thus, even though Aristotelian essentialism musters forth abstract data purporting to negate incommensurability - meant, thereby, to support ousiai 133 - incommensurables themselves are never linked with atemporality as a condition for the negation of tertium exclusi. The entire question of the reconciliation of opposites implicit in this negation is seen as manipulated ‘from below’ - i.e. - by something human, as if opposites can be harmonized by such manipulation. Naturally, if systems are derived from opposites as entities relatively consistent (if the method of reductio ad absurdum is recognised as a failed absolute), then entities relatively inconsistent are the simulcra of the coincidentia oppositorum. In another century Gauss warded off systems exhibiting opposite consistencies, but the Alexandrian-Byzantine logicians refused evasive ‘supra-rationalism’ of this sort of position by dislocating identity ‘from above’: 2,`H penetrates the incongrous similitudes of identity by the Visio Dei ...]. [Note**: Leontius shares in the development of an extremely radical alteration in intellectual history, indeed, in the entirety of Geistesgeschichte, in that he developed the thought that Aristotle’s theory of ousiai is negated by a transfigurational hypostasis, with ‘man’, naturally, included in this process. He thus overcame clauses of binding temporality - the logics of fallen humanity - and the confines of spatio-temporality in that transfigurational hypostasis, thereby overcoming the non-identity of identity in the process. Evidently, Leontius possessed the spiritual acuity necessary to confront God Almighty amongst His risen powers; and it is here amongst these fulgurations of energy - “reared in sublime thunders clad” - that one supercedes arithmetico- combinatorial frameworks by the recognition that of Thy Wisdom there is no number ...]. 3. The normative structures of Alexandrian-Byzantine thought made a sharp distinction between divine and “human” logics, with the former J@L 7@(@L - of God - and the latter branded as imperfect & incomplete (like man). The latter is inevitably beset with insolubilia - antinomies, incommensurables, infinities, alias the termini of abstractions - whilst the former is guided by a vastly different perspective. Alexandrian-Byzantine thought is not about consistency in terms or proofs via FPZµ"J": it is about deification. The apparatus of earthly logic (and the mathematics it engenders or is generated by) is insufficient in its scope, because it negates experience of the divine. The Aristotelian & post-Aristotelian system of reference, morphology - &c - is incomplete, not only through proof of its own unprovability, but through the incompletion intrinsic to its own (imperfect) methodology. The Byzantines reasoned that theos discards imperfection ... hence it is necessary to locate a formulaic apparatus in which Truth is perceived or made visible. To do this they recognised logic is divided into two asymmetric parts, viz, the divine-human - 2,`H - in which words 134 display light by irruptions of energy, and the “human” in which words do not display light by man’s refusal to be theos. Hence, for these logicians, reasoning was placed in an axiological frame of reference over and against any identification with things. Thinghood - qua abstract surrogation and the systematic ‘componentization’ implicit in mental constructivism - was anathematized to the degree that it negated metamorphosis. Thought-related-to- things, including abstract things, was seen as a methodological tethering or ‘binding into’ lower forms of consciousness. The Byzantines further argued that all ‘fixed entity’ coordinates ideologically supported theories of ousia - i.e. - as an ousia ‘is what it is and no other’, the identity of identity is assumed and metamorphosis is impossible: consequently, the idea that ‘man is what he is and no other’ refuses logic tou Logou, and therefore the gods damn their own transfiguration by an erroneous theoretical subscription. The pose of “being human” is re-ified by the gods until identity is dislocated into itself .. until mans returns .. but until then tertium exclusi, contradiction and “identity” supervene as unprovables - mere hypotheses - in the ground of theory .. [Note: The logicians of Alexandria-Byzantium regarded essentialism as the view that metamorphosis cannot occur, and thus its lack signifies the ontological pivot of the most profound ignorance. This view is the backbone of Greek paganism and of all heresy - i.e. - of all thought in general. Metamorphosis is apotheosis, in which process thought and its entire schematic diversification & systematization is reborn into itself as the imago Dei, as it goes forth out of the primitive odyssey of thinking into the absolute genius of God its Maker. Coleridge, with the perspicacity of his intellect intensely focussed, observed this (PW, 1,394): All look and likeness caught from earth, All accident of kin and birth, Had pass’d away. There was no trace Of aught on that illumined face, Upraise’d beneath the rifted stone But of one spirit all her own;- She, she herself, and only she, Shone through her body visibly. 4. The denial of metamorphosis is prevalent in philosophical history .. in history generally .. where man takes thought: thus earthlings cling to the earth like fleas on the back of an abyss. This denial shows itself in the minutiae of almost all theory, in life’s theory and in life, and theory is prevalent almost everywhere. Yet deification asserts that Truth is not a predicative ascription in composite structures and/or a value or symbol attached to ‘p’, ‘q’, ‘r’ - &c - as if morphological units in combinatorial and sentential systems are capable of 135 bringing Truth forth. Byzantine logicians asserted the necessity of divine visions of reality replacing thought & its (mis)representations, especially in the recognition of ‘nothing is but which is not’, that is, because identity is unformulable without deific transfiguration, the very ground of each & every theoretical maneouvre is seen as lacking feasability: thus (Ps.81)’the foundations of the world are out of course’. Basic units - the morphemes and/or nominal signifiers of mathematical & logical ideologies - are thus implicitly stultifying. One cannot even argue that contradiction is self-contradictory unless identity is identical with itself (which it is not): hence, only deific supercession manifests Truth, and this Truth is a living being - a living being glorious, awesome, complete .. of power insuperable .. of Light, Spirit and Love .. without Whom and in Whom there is no Truth: ergo Almighty God. This God is usually abstracted away and made something as tendencious as formal argumentation - relegated amongst the hypotheticals - when, in reality, His is the inhalation of the starlight of mid-day & the exhalation of magnificent innocence on risen intellect... 5. Given this token appraisal of the logicality of Alexandria-Byzantium, philosophical studies are cast in a new (critical) light. Instead of philosophy being seen as an activity in pursuit of Truth, it is regarded as a primal means of arresting intellect, in that the deific is properly inaccessible to propositional discourse. Logicians of ‘deific stripe’ would see constructivist finitism as entitative finitism, whose proponents fail to see that the subject and its negation presence together as one. The anthropo-logical vocabulary of such a subject manifests entire otherness simultaneously as it does not - i.e. - any human vocabulary mutually shadows its own deific de-con-struction, as it represses away the presence of itself as manifestly other. Thus, for example, as identity underpins tertium exclusi and (non)contradiction, it is the very simultaneity of these “principles” which gives the lie to human logic. The enforcement of the principle ‘not the subject and its contrary at the same time’ represses away the eternal which becomes the subject. Hence, the logicians of Byzantium would see the ‘indemonstrables’ of Aristotelian and post-Aristotelian logics as mere temporal clauses, albeit clauses of such beguiling persistence that they reduce the gods to spiritless servitude ... [Note: Finitism is the view of Kant and his successors - including Gauss, Kronecker, Hilbert and Brouwer - that considers infinity as an abstract-schematic impenetrable. It is a view which refuses the possibility of manifest Godhead and the actuality of deific life via somatic penetration and homoiosis. Kant’s argumentation is one of limits in which the fliessende Größen of space conjoin with the continuing quanta of time, in order that all parts of space in infinitum exist simultaneously - i.e. - as Kant presumes subject-identity in an ‘I-thinking ground’ it follows inevitably that spatio- 136 temporality is subject to identity: however, precisely in what way an undifferentiated infinity is an identity is another matter. Tertium exclusi remains inviolable in this terrain, but one can almost hear Archytas, stretching out his hand at infinity, saying, “Infinity is an identity simultaneously as it is not”. Tertium exclusi is rescinded in the recognition that both sides of a proof reduce to absurdities, especially when either ‘the identity of identity’ or ‘the identity of identity’ is assumed amongst ‘axiomata thinkable in themselves and not self- contradictory’, as if vast multiplicities of illogical elements - including null-sets, alephs, irrationals, incommensurables, antinomies, differentiated transfinite strata, and so forth - do not intrude themselves into the consciousnesses of the gods who are fallen.]. 6. That there is continuity in the mathematico-philosophical view of essentialism is easily seen in the fundamentals of Kantianism. For Kant every proposition ascribes a property to a subject, and the analytic-synthetic distinction directly concerns predication in relation to a subject. It can be suggested immediately that similar thought concerning geometry links Aristotle to Euclid, Kant to Euclid and Aristotle to Kant - i.e. - both Aristotle and Kant knew of the existence of discrepant propositions in the foundations of geometry, the former from Heraclitus-Zeno & the latter from Saccheri-Lambert. First then, let it be remarked that the subject in syllogistic (monadic) and non-syllogistic (polyadic) logico-mathematical structure is thought somehow to exist, whether, as in Aristotle’s case, as a primary ousia, or, in Kant’s, through the unity of apperception: something somehow is entitative or determinable. Although we must now, in modernity, no longer unrestrainedly use tertium exclusi and the method of reductio ad absurdum - due to the existence of opposite consistencies - nor presume the absoluteness of logical “laws” vis-à-vis the differentiation of transfinite numbers, the dissolution of the subject and its abstractions is not thought possible (except, perhaps, by the exigencies of death as nihilation). Yet in philosophy precisely what the subject is (or thought to be) is inevitably presumed in its determination, even if that determination is not complete: its it- ness or is-ness has to be decided. If one argues, however, that the non-identity of identity is characteristic of humans, then the nihilation of tertium exclusi makes it-ness (or is-ness) coalesce with not-it-ness (or not-is-ness), or, in other words, the it-entitaveness of id-entity coincides with its own negation. The logicians of Alexandria termed the not-it-entity theos - literally, a god - as if the coincidence of opposites (human and not-human) awaited resolution by supercession. These logicians identified the divine as human and its sub-stance as not-human (or sub-human). A fallen human is a god under himself, coinciding with what he is not, viz, his sub-stance or ousia. This living-not-ness is the subject which concerns philosophy. This living-not-ness is what philosophy - 137 mathematics, logic, science &c - attempts to re-ify against itself as theos. Philosophy thing-izes nothing as being, makes opposites coincide, by the sub- stances of theoi. Byzantine logicians asserted that the gods (divine humans) had become humans (sub-humans) by a rebellion into identity (id-entity, or, literally, it-entity). Hence, in this greatest of all possible rebellions the sons of God pose(d) as men and elevated untruths over Truth, giving birth to philosophy, mathematics, science, history - &c - over and against their divine origin .. over and against their Immaculate Master, who initially brought them forth as great immortals. In consequence of this war in & against Heaven, pathological immortals maintain fallen knowledge by stringent partitions, rigid prescription and the menacing control of taboos. The failure of philosophy to demonstrate the existence of God is in keeping with this rebellion and the idolatrous use of “God” - but, naturally, God is more than capable of proving His own existence. [Note: The term 2,`H in Alexandrian-Byzantine thought is not a correlate of mythic (ego) inflation, as if the res cogitans takes thought into imaginary realms. The Kantian ‘Einbildungskraft’ is in no way comparable to theos, because the latter is transfigured in non-categorial, non-entitative and pre-propositional becomings. The identity of theos ontologically sloughs off lower (false) identities in the return to its immaculate origination, and in this process elements which attempt to fix vocabularies are radicalized - e.g. - thought that is be-cognate of es- (as with a human be-ing in the mode of the verb substantive, es-se), and which presumes be-replacers are predominant over abstractions for becoming is shown that be-ing manifests the antinomy of identity; thus be-coming eradicates the it- ness of be-ing. Coleridge suggested that the verb substantive, ‘I am’ of the Gk. ,Ƶ\ - Ln. sum - (an es-replacer) preeminently represents existence, but that the use of esse alone excludes the auxilary verb, habere - e.g. - Our Father, that art in Heaven, thine is the Kingdom & the Power & the Glory! The supposed conceptual priority of be to become is nihilated - sublated, annulled - when it is recognized that an incongruous similitude exists between the ‘I am that I am’ and the antinomial identity of fallen man. Transfiguration into theos places be- coming over be-ing, because only then is the latter recognised as a deprivation of life in Heaven. 138 Letter to God from Cretin City #227/91. Extracts ... fragments: 1. God is known directly by living light (indirectly by religion - i.e. - by absence), by living light which eliminates “putride effluxions” (Donne). Schopenhauer refers to intellect as “an enema syringe in a conflagration” - a charming metaphor - but this is earthly intellect not visited by the divine. Heavenly intellect is the induction of noble integrity into the “eternity of super- infinite evers” (Donne): everything below this is infested by the insanity of the merely human. Earthly intellect is the state of Entscheidungslosikeit, of undecidedness, about God as it stands upon Gottlosigkeit - Godlessness - itself foully commaculated by the lie of the wholly-otherness of God. The ante-room of the presence of the Almighty is greater than portals of amethyst and a stairway of gold - one returns here first. 2. “All freedom is a threat to someone” (Camus): thus freedom is found in God only. It is impossible to argue from any esse axiomatically: that is there is no esse anywhere beyond God’s centre .. no esse in operari (contra Spinoza, Schopenhauer and others): that is only images stem from esse. God’s esse is freedom & living light & freedom precedes necessity (contra Calvin and his disciple, Spinoza). The threat of freedom is man’s threat against God - i.e. - in refusing freedom man binds himself against God .. binds others, binds humanity. There is no human freedom anywhere: the earth is a prison-camp in a spiritual desert: however, oases of mystical light - the Almighty’s presencing - exist for the truly loving. 3. Imaging the Almighty in divine energy is to mount up into deific light. The return of God’s progeny occurs in the startlingly beautiful. The extra dimension - unseen, derided and denied by earthly intellect - shines forth in celestial magnificence, and one enters in as a god of light. Freedom is the loosing off of flesh as it is transformed into living light (this is God Almighty as the alchemistic genius: He takes deadened flesh and transmutes it into choruses of living light: genius cascades when the earth is dead.) Spinoza said, “Everything that lives in God’s realm should, indeed, if I may say so, must become like God.” Almost correct except essences negate deific life. Spinoza argues essence is infinite and so is every attribute (all essence is in every attribute): this does not explain finite life and the teeming billions of undeified mortals. Mortal - i.e. - “nothing’s quintessence”, “the murderous embryo fitted for workes of darkness ... fed with blood”, “spermatique issue of ripe menstrous boiles” (Donne). Etc! Yet this mortal imagines himself, in his lunacy, as characterised by 139 Veränderungsfremdheit - foreignness to alteration - when the elective and deific powers of Almighty God approach with the stealth of purest genius. The “sophisticate inculcatings” of the earth draw down the gods and goddesses of the Most High: integrity bleeds on the low. Mortality is caged nightmare. Earth is the mutilation of Heaven. Earth is the mutilation of genius. 4. “Each soul knows the infinite, knows everything but confusedly,” says Leibniz. Compare this to “all things counterfeit infinity” (Coleridge to Thelwall 1797). No: it is the infinite which is counterfeit: the infinite is a fallen conception: it it is the empowering - enlarging - of absurdities located in the finite. Leibniz should have written, “Each soul knows the infinite as the confused knowledge of everything”: this “everything” is unknown outside of immortality. To stand on the plateau of omniscient perspective is to know the domain of the living God; and it is first to confront the awesome fact that He exists ... God is supereminently real (..nothing is real without Him) ... Er ist Übergottheit: He is Supergodhead .. and He knows the answers to infinitely infinite puzzles. How He has always been. How He is forever unbirthed. How He is the unoriginated origin. How He sired deities by the pure innocence of Almighty Intellect. Of course, it is God’s intellect which is the thing-in-itself. Compare this with Schopenhauer’s remarks to Frauenstädt, “In vain have I written to you not to seek the thing-in-itself in cloud-cuckoo-land - i.e. - where the God of the Jews resides - but in the things of this world .. In the table at which you write, in the chair under your arse. My philosophy is never concerned with cloud-cuckoo-land but with this world .. It is immanent, not transcendent.” Alas, Schopenhauer’s arse is no longer with this world: neither is it in his chair: perhaps the God of the Jews knows where it is? 5. The Vision of God is the birth of real intellect - in reality, its re-birth, as it again comes into its own. That which is so rebirthed in eternity is inducted in degree in eternity fully exponentiated in all its glory. Earth becomes non-entity - its “esse” - and the fundamental (philosophical) question as to the origin of all (“where did it all come from?”) is answered. The all-of-earth came from nothing. Pain, horror, torture, murder, death ... this fabric of earth did not exist .. death was the winding-sheet of nothing ... in God death becomes nothing. Out of God the undying inhabit ferocious nightmare .. immortals mortalizing themselves, being forced into mortality .. “see, it becomes human .. !” To know this of oneself, to be allowed to re-experience part of one’s high mortalization - the downgoing of the god - is to understand the origin of humanity, bereft of glory ... stripped like an infant .. going down the chute .. To be born human is to know the fading of glory, innocent infant joys reaching the reality of screaming ..Questing for immortality, one looks in all the wrong places .. hundreds of 140 volumes of philosophy, perhaps thousands .. no scheme of which is in any way comparable to the incomparability of the startling intelligence of our risen Messiah .... This highest of immortals walks in His own light, on His own light .. not walking like a man - though, indeed, this is precisely what God is - but walking like a god - on light, on water .. the very walls before Him open and bow down .. Yet to philosophy: Schopenhauer 1858 to Morin, “A philosophy in between the pages of which one does not hear the tears, the weeping & the gnashing of teeth & the terrible din of mutual universal murder, is no philosophy.” This rids us immediately of scores of celebrated ephemerids - Wittgenstein, for instance, or Frege. If these thinkers had really plumbed the fundamentum in rebus - the foundation of the world - they would have been confronted by the annihilating powers of Christ’s mystic splendour .. shores of arcane pearl with risen lightning in the mane of one’s winged steed, gleaming in a radiance of unearthly colours. Abyssi abyssos invocant, says a Psalm (42:8) - “the depths call upon the depths.” These men (amongst millions more) missed the call that God puts out to all nobility - Truth. Truth intrudes into the pits of hell - indeed, it was specifically taken there: but Truth rises up beyond the blackness of philosophy .. beyond the accompanying stench of earthly murder .. into a realm of unmitigated & loving holiness - pure Heaven. It is not this which should be consigned to silence .. preferably Wittgenstein’s polluted psyche .. f***ing human nonsense. Yet the ‘mystique of intelligence’ - articulation convoluted - enthralls and damns many, as it tempts, via reputation & the buttresses of egotism, one’s spiritual apparatus away from golden lands in which, from eternity, high deities lived in the absolutes of beauty & perfection. The heights of earth interconnect with incalculable atrocity .. much calculated by its ‘cleverest men’ as purveyors of hideous death .. any least section of which passes beyond computation as mutual murder seeks its ascending equilibrium - its foul madness - in a living mirror of corpses. Monsters are not entities aside from humanity: they are its coordinates. Voluntarism is ineradicable in the imago Dei: one volunteers for more corruption or less. Omni- necessitarianism .. “what ..! everything is determined” .. is the evil presumption that one knows everything to be able to say this is so. The mirror of the soul is the mirror of Almighty God: thus one can piss, shit, ejaculate and bleed on this mirror ... one can crucify children on it (as a partial taste of ripping out the Messiah’s heart) .. but one cannot eliminate the face of Christ from the human soul. This face is the Master of Heaven .. of such inordinate goodness & ultra- superlative kindness .. that without this God .. victim of aberrant humanity .. the normative could possess no alternative. But this alternative shatters the ‘fixed ontologies’ of agreed subscription. Christ provokes in saying, The Kingdom of Heaven is within: one queries, Within what? It is certainly within existence, but not in existence as commonly (abnormally) perceived. Any theory of perception which fails to perceive its own reversal, its pre-conceived fall, treats its own abnormality as something normal. Without re-divinization abnormality reigns, 141 and the specious ‘other worlds’ of mutancy - “higher intellect” & “human genius” - corrupt the immanence of deific light. One then says, The fall must be destroyed ... 6. What does the imago Dei - in everyday, inaccurate parlance ‘the soul’ - look like? First, it has no “whatness” at all, and, second, it is not like any-thing. “Thingness” is totally foreign to it - in fact, the imago Dei is not an it. One must, therefore, use the term ‘it’ as a measure of erasure: it is neither male nor female in the sense that sexuality is predicated of the flesh; but it is both male and female as the specific or particular gender of one’s sex is transcended; that is it manifests all human forms as it exits inhuman humanity. In deification the panoply of the entirety of historical individuation is shone forth before its divine supercession - i.e. - it comes to look like God having gathered & destroyed all previous unlikenesses to God, all false likenesses to God, all corruptions of Him as seen through prismatic excrescences ... life’s accumulated filth & blackness is removed in mirroring the exquisite, in imaging the starburst & nimbus of His magnificence: without the saddle of life’s deadly portent, deity ascends into the empyrean - Heaven’s within blasting without - lifted in the consummate glorifications & redolent immaculatenesses of light divine. One becomes a being of light sub ratione possibilitatis, according to a capacity forcing the immeasurable .. fire breaching the fiery orb .. assaulting the cauldron .. entering the furnace of the Lord God Almighty’s mightiest love .... 7. Infinitism fully enters philosophy via Hegel (in contradistinction to Descartes): this connects Hegel to Leibniz, who sought to base contingency on infinite predication. Hegel relates infinitism to the self: “The peculiar quality of mind is to be the true infinite, that is, the infinite which does not one-sidedly stand over against the finite but contains the finite within itself as a moment. It is, therefore, meaningless to say: there are finite minds. Mind qua mind is not finite .. it has finitude within itself, but only as a finitude which is to be, and has been, reduced to a moment.” This is very much like the vaunted idea of “freedom” in Germanic philosophy, which, coupled almost invariably with “necessity”, is as free as it pleases in handcuffs. There are several (ineradicable) difficulties with Hegel’s infinitism: it constantly appears as the finite & it is constantly presupposed as surrounding the finite (thus, the contained is the expression of the container). Moment to moment is infinite tread but, alas, it is also finite tread. As the infinite always appears like this - as it were, bound by its content - how then is appearance transcended to the reality of the infinite? Of course, it cannot be, because transcending the finite means transcending the accompanying infinite. This kind of transcendence - Aufhebung - is merely a malicious fiction .. unempowered impotence, arrogant posturing .. it is a man 142 cloaking the mirror .... Hegel says that we make ourselves finite by “receiving another into our consciousness; but, in knowing it, we transcend this limitation”: thus via this “transcendence” - the overcoming of the not-I - one somehow steps forward as an amalgam of incompossible abstractions, as the stultifying paradox of finitude is contained in the greater stultifying paradox of infinitude. Both finitude and infinitude lack identity: neither is a stable ground: as mutual referents they suggest topological madness: the structure of the asylum warps the inmates, but, in the first place, they are responsible for its construction. The immortals have become insane, unbinding themselves only with the violent ontologies of death, which they dare to name life. 8. Infinitism in Spinoza - attributed to “God” - results in a complex obfuscation of glory: it cannot access the Almighty: it is a beclouding by the maladroit use of terms insufficiently analysed, terms folding back on themselves of such sort that one is expected to pierce shifts of meaning & reference as they pile & re-pile themselves .. as they textually multiply into a morass. In Spinozism, as in all studies of infinity, it is humanly impossible to meaningfully disentangle barbed entanglements at the outposts of warped spirituality: even the divine cannot do it in human terms. Analysis - by analysis situs, modern topology, Mengenlehre - of the infinite is virtually a forcing of mentality into “the infinite” by the fallen world .. by “the finite” .. when neither term stands as anything actually existing. Both these pernicious abstractions & what they presume to represent or image are the fetters of deities dying to the divine .. manacling themselves into incomprehensibility by use of the incomprehensible. In a roaring ocean of non-identity humans tether themselves by identities, when identities - rocks & refuges in appearance - are also appearances, that is, they are phenomena violating the divine. In virtually all human logic analytic judgments - propositions, thoughts - reduce to identities. Necessitous thought is what it is by virtue of identity; yet this “necessity” is in turn liable to violation by the divine. Leibniz links finitist logic (that of necessity & identity) with contingent fact - the reality of the world - with the analysis of the latter proceeding infinitely, as an asymptotic curve continuously approaches a line: thus contingency is made surveyable & predicable by the infinite mind of God. Unfortunately for this scheme it is open to immediate criticism, not least of which concerns the presumption that infinity is other than appearance. Moreover, an asymptote approaching infinity remarkably resembles an asymptote approaching zero - so: sub ratione impossibilitatis - which is no identity at all. Finite identity and infinite non-identity are thereby conjoined: presumably the “infinite mind” of God - in its overview of this process - likewise approaches zero. One characteristic of the thought of Leibniz is to chain the Almighty to the bar of reason: there are rules & mandates beside Him: alas, reason is fallen: fortunately, God is not. One can, of course, vary the meaning of infinitus in the 143 thought of Leibniz & Spinoza: the idea of something ‘numerically endless’ - limitless - can be used to define finitude on the basis of self-augmentation, but this is no more helpful than defining infinitude by endlessness completed. In regarding God as infinite substance with infinite attributes, all of which, without exception, essentiate substance, we advance meaninglessness back into the madhouse. When Spinoza argues, “Ex necessitate divinae naturae infinita infinitis modis,” - “from the necessity of the infinite divine nature infinite modes follow” - are we to believe an infinity of negations ensue? Or: how then do finite modes ensue? An infinite consequence (one infinite consequence of many) is surely not consistent e.g. how do we demonstrate the falsity of its opposite to secure its truth? The idea that everything can be comprehended by an infinite intellect is negated by its lack of comprehension of a greater infinity. God, on this view - Spinoza’s “infinitely thinking thing” - cannot be conceived of as possessing identity at all, that is, He cannot be identified even as God. The idea of substance - so: the is-ness of itself, or itself and no other - carries with it all- inclusiveness, or completeness: thus it excludes that limitlessness demanded by the infinite: further, it excludes that limitlessness demanded by the self- augmentation of the finite. Spinoza’s “God” is like a schizophrenic squid with infinite legs, each of which is equal to its head. Just as everything follows from a false premiss, everything follows from an infinite premiss: ergo, infinity has the status of an attenuated falsehood. 9. Infinitism in Spinoza is a this-worldly denial of transcendence: infinity cannot be gone beyond, immanence reigns in this-worldly foreverness: in this sense it is the inverse correlate of Calvinism - i.e. - transcendence is affirmed by Calvin but cannot be reached: the hiatus between infinitude and finitude cannot be crossed: God is so far removed that only this-world occupies one’s intellectual vision. Spinoza was preceded to Calvinist Amsterdam by Iberian Marranos: thus, escaping the Papacy into alternate Christian forms, these Iberian Jews confirmed a non-metamorphic ideology. Immanence is an over-subscription to philosophical finitism, which shows Spinoza’s infinities as their opposites. This- worldliness is merely the view espoused by those who have not penetrated the divine-other. In this sense Spinoza is still within the compass of Judaism. Protestantism and Judaism share the latter’s this-worldly basis: the doctrine of election derives from ‘God’s chosen people’, separatism derives from alienation, and alienation derives from deities fallen into this-world. The alternating swindles of infinitism & finitism imply God Almighty cannot be reached: this is a defamatory lie stretched out into elaborate textual deceits .. sentential idolatries .. in fact, into worldly philosophies .. which in turn generate homens de negócios, economists, scientists & other blind riffraff of the down. It is no accident that Spinozism penetrated Protestant Germany - Lessing, Herder, Goethe, Hegel et al - as infinitism is a vehicle for nihilism. Nietzsche, despite 144 himself, uttered a profound truth (one still largely unknown) in saying, “I believe in the ancient German dictum, ‘All gods must die’.” Deities who refuse metamorphosis surely die: this-worldliness is all they have .... Calvinism puts God so far beyond .. makes God so inaccessible .. that transcendence and nullity become virtually the same: over-transcendence and the denial of transcendence are theoretical counterparts: absence becomes a this-worldly norm & rewarding oneself in God’s absence is a self-subscription to virtue. The denial of metamorphosis leaves one seeing only the here & now: Spinoza “deifies” this world in God’s absence & Calvin “deifies” that world in God’s absence. The entirety of Calvinism is to be found in legalistic subscription .. in the formulae of a binding textuality .. and it is in the sense of contractuality that Hebraic Pharisaism, Protestantism & Spinozism converge - i.e. - the finitude of non- deific textuality binds this-worldly ideologies by excluding deific occurrences. All such textuality is on the down in not flaming with visible glory .... 10. What are we to make of textuality - the word as res extensa - under finitism? Tertium exclusi forbids opposite predicates for the same res. Unfortunately for this proscription, man, not being a thing at all, wears finitism as an inapplicable predicate. ‘Mortality’ and ‘immortality’ hinge on the idea & definition of death, and ‘life’ and ‘death’ lack essences, that is, like finitude and its opposite, their completion is merely appearance. One cannot complete life as it goes on forevermore: likewise, death goes into life. Goethe says, “Alles Vergänglich ist nur ein Gleichnis” - everything transitory is only a simile: of course, one asks for what? Simile ... allegory .. of the divine; but transitoriness warps divinity by the apparent exclusion of God. God cannot be excluded: nothing can keep Him out: if He insists on making His presence known .. life will part. Infinitism and finitism are ana-clyptic forms: veils put on ... mis-identities: and mis-identities can take on self-negating ratios only. Leibniz is wrong in dividing life into commensurables & their ever- approaching opposites. Incommensurables are infinities welded in - i.e. - mis- identities gathered into appearances. Infinitism (like its chimerical lesser sister) is no ens reale: neither is quiddam substantiale. Coleridge is quite fine on this point: “The finite can neither be laid hold of, nor is it any thing of itself, but merely an apprehension, a framework which the human imagination forms by its own limits, as the foot measures itself on the snow.” What then of the finite text? Or the infinite text? Man - “nothing’s anomaly” - rescinds textuality in the deific return: textuality becomes - in Blake’s words - eternal sunrise. Coleridge saw misery as a merciful mode of recalling us from our self-chosen exile. Kierkegaard saw despair as a lack of the eternal. Unfortunately, both regarded God as invisible. This is an immediate reminder of the dark historicity of Protestant thought, summed up in Milton’s line: “God is light, And never but in unapproached light, Dwelt from eternity.” This dreadful and disgusting error, the 145 worst of all emphases, is the contrary of the Vision of God. In the envisagement .. in the ` actual seeing of Almighty God .. realitas is in absolute fact fact-ness ... Sachheit .. literalness .. it is the fake conjunction of infinitism & finitism, these worn appearances, which manifest nothing .. which are pushed over by God’s visibility .. in precisely the same way that “necessity” - the force of the living nightmare that went before - is broken by the awakening. The god (or goddess) comes forth into the shining immaculate. God’s visibility is to be likened, inadequately, to turbulence, entirely beyond capture by linear & non-linear equations, but with the proviso (such is the energy of the Holy Ghost) that His presence is unutterably manifest in its beauty. Despite the efforts of all deicides, Calvin and Spinoza included, the light of Christ reaches into the world. 11. Spinoza’s infinity is totally equivocal: is there one infinity or more? Numeration pertaining to infinitudes (.. possible pluralities of infinitudes) existed before the time of Spinoza. Amsterdam Calvinists were fully aware of Augustine’s thoughts on the matter: there is an insurmountable abyss between infinite God & finite man. Infinity cannot be reached, never mind gone beyond. It can be reached, says Spinoza .. It is immanent, it is here: it is the here-ness of immanence which is God .. ‘God is this-world’. Now the thing about infinity is that it cannot simply be here: it must be there as well. Immanence cannot be contained if it is infinite. Infinity cannot be this-world’s doormat. The more the mat (whose near edge cannot be reached) is pulled towards the door, the more its far edge stretches back. Transcendence & immanence are implicitly, inextricably & intrinsically linked. If one says Spinoza’s infinitely thinking thing is not a numerical entity - as if, somehow, enumeration and substance are divorced - one cannot say if there is one infinitely thinking thing or more. If Spinoza’s infinitely thinking thing is a numerical entity, it is that thing which cannot count itself: in counting forever it cannot say it is infinite: therefore, it cannot say it is infinitely thinking. Spinoza’s infinitely thinking thing is not infinitely thinking .... Some God this turns out to be: Spinoza’s “God” is an attempt to de-God God ... 12. Evidently, assailing God by proxy ... assaulting a false image of God .. results in God remaining unmolested. Spinoza’s writhing infinity is as much imaginatio as the conceptions he castigates in the ‘lower orders’ of anthropomorphites, that is, as he sees those personalizing God as anthropomorphites ... Spinoza’s infinitely thinking thing is a convulsing flux .. an epileptic fit discharging itself infinitely & inside out .. and worked out geometrically inside his poor head. Fancy carrying that around .. Novalis called it “God intoxication” .. More like a man possessed by the Hydra in attending to his daily grind. Spinoza’s elitism - crypto-fascism - elevates him (& those like 146 him) above Ovid’s & Apuleius’ Metamorphoses ... above those who think Christ is ‘something like this’ ... “The infinite cannot become man: God is infinite: ergo ...” Spinoza thus converts theo-anthropomorphism into the imaginatio of the anthropomorphites, which he, as a man, extolls as his own living monstrosity .. 13. Spinoza is a resolute opponent of the transcendental image: any such image is a composite of infinitized nature - “natura naturans” - which can be seen as nature naturing - “natura naturata” - as if the infinitus is a totalized (or totalitarianized) and holistic mechanism: moreover, it is a living mechanism urged on by the conatus of self-preservation; and, finally, this mechanism is divine. What have we to say about this? One thing it is not is a self - despite Spinoza’s attribution of the attributes of God to this entity it is essentially impersonal: hence to say it is deified nature we are dealing with here is, in itself, mistaken attribution. Levering down a few theological terms into a this-worldly view is no guarantee they fit. In his absolute stance against ‘anthropomorphism’, Spinoza admits in the conatus of self-preservation: surely, anti- anthropomorphism excludes any self (yet this one, whatever it is, is being preserved). Humans certainly do not preserve themselves - mutual murder, suicide - so Spinoza gives us the living death of holism. How does one preserve life by killing: or preserve life by dying? This is a monism of contradiction (.. it is a monism secretly birthing a dualism within): worse, it is a “nature god” spawning its progeny for the advancing crescendo of massacre .. the tattered flesh of blood-red history heralds human abattoirs and experimental death .. Spinoza’s “God” is the necessity of Torquemada’s Inquisition .. of the Nazi death-camps .... it is to these he attaches the attributes of divinity. In saying “This world is God”, Spinoza classifies ‘disembowelling by hot iron’ with self- preservation - one might immediately ask which self? In this view God has all the charm of a pitiless nature, which, in being natural to man, necessitates his murdering .. his ‘atrocitizing’ .. down to sub-demonic levels where children are f***ed with knives, broken by the conatus of raging maniacs .. raped & toasted.. as if God tortures innocence into the squirmings of horrific death. Hegel adds to Spinozism “the I of the infinite Self”, by which agency murderous necessity continues unstoppable .. Necessity ever becomes necessitous. Mutual murder is now the dialect of the emerging godhead of murderers, slaying of necessity .. remorseless .. constructing the Almighty from nature & history. Subscription to necessity - the chain which binds virtually all major philosophers - is the “necessity” which leads to slaughter. Necessity impells the thinker as executioner, puts man under the yoke .. chafing him with the irrevocable finality of a process .. this, this vast superstition .. this complicit imagination engendered by the fallen .. it is this which attempts to keep the extra-dimensionality of metamorphosis at bay. 147 14. Spinoza’s psychological backdrop is alive with ‘extraneous persecutions’: it is an extended memory of enforced choice. “Recant or die” has two ways to necessity. There is the slavery of recantation, or there is hideous death. Yet, however forced the choice, choice is the hinge of two ways to necessity. One cannot prove that all choices are necessitous, and Spinoza’s more geometrico is merely an attempt to ground necessity by obviousness. The despoiling of Euclidean obviousness by alternatives in geometries otherwise construed is the death-knell in self-evidence: likewise for Spinoza’s system. ‘Necessity’ is yet another superstitious ultimate, which is, in itself, a consequence of the general (human) ignorance of metamorphosis. Metamorphosis was systematically phased-out in European thought by Protestantism. Luther’s profound mis-reading of St. Paul links the non-metamorphic thought of Greek paganism with the non- metamorphic thought of Christian heresy. We read in the Pauline 2 Cor. 12.1-10, ‘I will not boast and glory on my own behalf .. To keep from exalting - fr. ßB,D"\DT - in the excess - fr. ßB,D$V88T - of revelations, there was given me a thorn in my flesh. That is why I approve of weaknesses, insults, hardships, difficulties.’ In Protestantism this passage is taken to mean renunciation of visions & revelations, but one can, I suggest, only renounce such occurrences after they have been experienced. ßB,D"\DT literally says I am lifted up, I am raised up over, I transcend, and Paul testifies that this literally happened. He does not boast of the excess of revelations .. of being thrown over into and by metamorphic events .. but he scourges himself for something - a vice, a thorn - particular to himself, quite possibly in the hope that its lessening or elimination will lift him beyond again. Paul’s testimony to ocular (visionary) experience, here & elsewhere, is to the irruptively deific. One sees God literally - God is frequently seen in the visio beatifica - i.e. - with the eyes; and this alone puts Paul aside from Augustine, Luther, Calvin, Kierkegaard, and so forth, who, being ignorant of metamorphy, fashion something less theologically as a general norm. Luther specifically states that God is known through one’s ears. Seeing Him is therefore castigated as glorification - ontologia gloriae, theologia gloriae - and the non-metamorphs take over religious ideologies at ground level. This provides sub-humanity with the “God” it wishes for. 148 Letter to Mai 2/8/91. A. I shredded your letter ‘cuz it was full of Norse carping about what I’d said when enormously pissed - which I cannot even recall, plus it was probably hot air anyway (you know me, you chickenshit Viking bitch: insult the universe ‘cuz it’s f***ing boring, turgid, shitty, rotten, stupid etc! and ‘cuz you never wrote me from Oxford or Japan) - ungrateful ingrate ha-ha - and ‘cuz you didn’t supply me with the juicy details of your slurping bimbo/lesbo pussy-licking girl- on-girl shags (.. so there .. ) - you seem to want to slive your lesbo shags on by & even when I get you had that way, I ain’t gonna be dismissed as either voyeur or super-pervert. I know about you AC/DC bitches ‘n’ darlings deep down - it’s over many years of appreciating & watching lesbo ultra-cums, pretty girls in twos & threes - and OK so you like to ass-slap girlie adolescents with clits in mega-pulse but, as a dire punishment, I utterly refuse to reveal details & the psychology attendant thereon of my recent mega-orgies with Anna ‘Nympho-slit’ G. & Alexandra ‘the Kink’ C., assorted slightly-under-age slappers of fantastic mien and bread rolls and snouty ant-eaters. Speaking sincerely now, chums, I hope my latest Parisian protegé is oh-f***ing-kay in the multi-orgasmic stakes ( .. she did come to me after the thigh-boots gangbang to say: look, I can’t be absolutely filthy with them, but if you will wear this - throwing me a suspender belt - I’ll stand here & f*** myself totally: all I can say is desperate coming at such a pitch is more-ish). How are you then, duckie!? ... Awwwllright I f***ing hope. So no more moral high-horses chewing my cock off... Truth is, kid, I’ve been bloody down in the pits of despond; and I mean mega-down with a corpse on the hangman’s hook. Pulverisingly down, deathly down, in the shag-pits of slimesville, suffering from testicular nancyosis so much that I’ve taken to wearing black silk stockings, suspenders, etc, as an overt sign of mourning (tho’ my tossing pinny is always white, frilly and freshly laundered). Seriously now, folks, life pisses me off enormously, if only because it is bleeding horrible, and I’m tired - exhausted actually - of climbing back up from face-down in dismay, despair and depression, and fighting on ‘for what!!?’. My business life has wasted 11+ years - not that any alternative would have been worth a damn anyway - I’m only happy in intricate volumes of brilliant scholarship (love scholars, hate academics) - but methinks we are talking real depression here. Totally down, breathing oblivion. Can’t take anymore down & f*** everything down. Groan down and down-down. I’m even getting depressed writing about it. Cut-throat down. Even up-down. Many thanks for the Baudelaire card - he was down ..... Which reminds me that our ex-buddy Mick, now a Pentecostal twat, is down. Kurt no longer communicates. Tough ‘cuz I enjoyed whanging it up his 149 ‘ex’ from trampolinean, oblique and slithery angles. And passing her on for a strap-on pounding from Anna and the girls. She’s virtually forced to show everything off, cum ‘publicly’, before the girls descend on her like Maenads. O girls - you deific whores you, with irrepressible gobble-cock-itis. Pity there aren’t more pretty youths with the same cavernous yen. Instead there are incredibly stilted bourgeois bastards littering the world. Kurt, I’m told, is being very formal - don’t they! - apparently, he’s all put out, aggrieved and insulted. Poor pecker- head: perhaps I’m just beyond the point of caring about adolescent games and emotional poses. His real problem is he never really cares about anyone but himself: and he never will. This is the bourgeois “tragedy”, deserved, entirely merited: he’ll have to make do with his sports-car and golf-clubs: psyche- f***ing-delic. And they f***ing think money makes them superior, failing to see that shit-for-brains and greed gives money the foul reputation it owns. The ‘eminently reasonable me of tolerant cast’ isn’t around at the moment, probably due to having my helping hand snapped once too often: f*** ‘em all, they can fry in their own shit and delusions. Otherwise, darling, everything is dandy. The windowboxes are looking a treat: the hydrangeas are a stunningly peripheralized gold, with lots of frilly, scented whatsits - no, no,darling, not minge - emblazoning and interlacing the parapets etc. The images do get blurred, especially as one gets fraught and over- dosed on tedium, ennui, accidie and dreadfully thick Cretin City bastards. My retirement looms - the sooner the f***ing better, as I just cannot stand incarnate insects - pompous, addled, dark - in my everyday viewfinder. Uugghh! “Human” garbage fouls creation - millions of the swine - and it is so utterly pleased with itself, like so much transparent worm faeces. Ugh! Ugh! the bastards are everywhere! Ugh! Ugh! f***ing krap that ‘lives’ and breathes. BASTARDS! Later ( ... pan in on party time 10:20 pm - scene: there is fanny everywhere - exit the main act f***ing immodesty). Whiskey, the only drink for genius. Between you and me, sweetie, I’m undergoing a crisis. Reflects on theories of the climacteric. My crisis was born and temporally gestated. God, I loved childhood: how incredibly beautiful, full of little children. Innocent - absolutely no sex - how it should be. Golden childhood made lovely by books. Strange how such a short span of years can produce a different being. My hatred of intellectuals - tho’ I hate people who hate intellectuals ‘cuz they aren’t - stems from my mathematical work, which was so advanced that the next 500 years will not know its like. What advanced work taught me was no-one recognizes Archytas at the far frontier: one goes it alone. A fine preparation for the travails in Christ. Leaving ‘em all behind has its compensations: believe me, one looks for ‘em. My current crisis is a forlorn endeavour to twist the ‘gut sinews’ of life so that I bring about ‘something happy’ - e.g. - me as not suffering. You know I get great pleasure in raising 150 brilliance as, hopefully, you shall be. You have to go in deep and lonely, searching where others failed to search, doing things others dared not do. I strongly hope you will be an advanced linguist - and I mean advanced. Another degree, say, Chinese and German. You know I will help you. But you really have to be a committed brilliant: determined, unstoppable, ruthless - in the nicest possible way - and deific. I have not done any serious work for 5 months. On Sunday I’m going to discuss my Univ. of ---- lecture with the devotees of philosophy. Somewhere I have an advanced contempt for everything they do- God bless ‘em - but the truth is I’m coming from places that they, in their wildest nightmares and most exultant dreams, do not even suspect exist. Like all philosophers - locked out of the Glorious Realms of God. My wish to sniff out highly intelligent German thought is based on the possibility the Germans never possessed any. This I say mockingly, because Nietzsche - perhaps the best they had - reminds me German genius is excluded during its lifetime (tho’ I doubt this for Bach & Handel, Mozart & Beethoven etc illustrious spirits who do the Vision of God proud) - and this exclusion bound, perhaps, to genius shadowing gas- ovens - Nietzsche’s name is above those ovens. I have an unhealthy interest in gas-ovens since mother volunteered us both - should I be thankful or not? - hence, reality in its gross and tragic form came early, very early. Perhaps genius is preceded by weeping, just as sanctity is completed by it: tears of woe to tears of joy is implicit in the Mighty Genius of God - He is so incredibly clever: golden light clever. You know I like you immensely, but we are not allowed to connect to too many. I tore up your letter because you took so long to reply. My purpose in life is to help whilst pretending to be helpless: it helps encourage and hides patronage. I love with a hideous, savage love. Now I love Anna (Irma von Spunkington’s cousin) - how could I not? Folk seem so love-stricken - starvation is its embodiment - O why when they can be enfolded within loving wings? We inhabit a filthy slaughterhouse, which no amount of advertising, philosophy and bourgeois ascendancy can hide from a true heart. This young lady has problems - why would I swoop otherwise. The palace of wisdom, given the excess, looks Christian to me. Womankind, with its enormous cunt power - every f***ing bit of which I want to enjoy (every jiggering, spunking minge from my whore- mongering ‘daughter’ to ‘little socks’ nympho-virgins), raddling ‘em with massive excitation and flailing jizz - womankind is like an irreal pastiche which cretins, like me, must make real. I was once prompted by a wise, old ‘head’ - my buddy, Al, long dead - to enter a contest against the greatest cockster in England, a notorious libertine and conceited arsehole, T: Al wanted him brought down & deflated for the ‘good of his soul’. I competed against him for close on a decade - actresses, dancers, anyone to be sexually ‘it’ - and what a complete waste of life that turned out to be, looking back on it. Some of the girls, however - not all by a long chalk - were extremely nice & it is impossible to forget a ‘spiritual flower’. Becoming cockster number one is nothing - vain transience & 151 habituated biology: it is nothing in comparison with divine love. But, shit, I was then young and some women are excellent adventures to be with. It’s nice if the packaging is exceptional, but it is the gift within which should goddess out ..... 7/1/92. B. Three months later and I’m undergoing ‘going mad by proxy’ - dying in Anna. Baudelaire will have to go f*** himself, syphilitic ghost that he is. My entire mentality is absorbed in traumatic neurosis, schizoid defenses and the complications thereof. Traumatics can help each other. I understand Freud rejecting God - part of the madness is within, its author without. F***ing shit, if He exists He ought to be crucified. I sometimes think, cruelly (even tho’, unlike Freud, I know God or, at least, I’ve literally met Him) that Christ recognized His own inefficacy as a direct force & thought Himself worthy of death, viz, Christ’s crucifixion is a volunteered-for apology to me and those greater than me - and by ‘greater than me’ I mean having experienced greater suffering than me, ergo, Christ experienced more pain than me to apologise for being so (apparently) f***ing useless. It must have bothered Him enormously not to even mention sadistic paedophilia, genocides over scores of races - successful genocides we never even hear of, unthinkable perversions or acts as such so hideous as not to be thought by me - tho’ existing. And sometimes I could whip the nails in with a ferocity so frenzied .. etc .. He ought to be crucified for realms of degeneration & hopes shit on ... but I throw my coin on His not being responsible for any of the vicious f***ing mess. Anna is in terrible pain. I phoned Dr F. for him to take Anna on - i.e. - putting more faith in atheistic psychoanalysis than God seen face to face. Not that I presently believe in anything. Prayers are weeping garbage: useless - hopeless - inefficacious. I feel God never did anything for me except increase fear. For years I’ve scrutinized ‘omnipotence’ - its definitions, theories, embodiment in the sanctified etc - and, like perfection which I’ve known, it makes everything less a falling short into garbage. Note how extreme the antitheses - omnipotent perfection cannot be wrong in uselessness. Again I’ve immersed myself in Fenichel & Rank - early manhood revisited - and everywhere I lose. I’d planned an extensive essay for you on Baudelaire’s Une Charogne - smart shit on the grotesque, burlesque, caricature - but the truth is I’m pouring litres of spirit down my neck to increase reality. Like God I know the cure, but nobody of any integrity would take it. God burns people? He allows people to burn? Or He puts hypodermics thru’ the pupils of infant eyes - i.e. - we imagine this ‘cuz horror is worse than imagination - so God is worse. No wonder I seek the noble goal of replacing Him - like Satan 152 but I ain’t running on the evil ticket, if it’s up for grabs or the vote - so as to stomp God’s f***ing nightmare to death. The world should never have existed: I piss on the mutant Archangels of Paradise and weep for His Overlordship of suffering creation. Fancy rigging Himself as the Creator Who is eternally and evermore innocent. I know He exists - I exist ‘cuz I’ve met Him - and philosophers who deny God’s massive, pertinent livingness are merely playing with themselves: I know He exists really, literally, actually (etc) but He ought to commit suicide out of shame for sanctimonious innocence in the face of human horror. Thank Christ God is cleverer than me ‘cuz He can then work all this out - but then if He ever wants to get rid of His ‘edge’ .... Anna is in great difficulty. Good solutions make it worse. Love is rotten in ultimate despair. I have a billion positive formulae - none are required. I played roulette on Christ’s winning number - kicked away every plank but His - it wasn’t an absolute waste, though everything lost, because everything lost before. Now she’s losing: prayers - kisses - skill - support - genius - all rubbish. Love is nothing. Aeons of Heaven Triumphant cannot make up for one sadistic bruise. Christ and Satan are two competing tyrants, who should f*** each other into non-existence. Neither please - neither could. The followers of both - never mind even deigning to regard the followers of lesser shit - make me feel sick. Followers - of whatever stripe - inundate existence: they should kindly do me a favour and dig the ‘absolute mass grave’ - the trench of sucking oblivion - and f***ing jump into it. Next day. After dissolving into fits of laughter, things have cheered up considerably. This ‘flip’ into a much better mood is the greatest argument against suicide. The slough of despond laughs itself off. I have to terminate my analysis of Anna on the basis that a combined personal/analytic approach must theoretically give way to an ‘orthodox’ alternative ( .. covering both sides of any proposition implies trying analytic theory only): let the psychoanalytic shrink have a try, tho’ he’s known to have f***ed a patient. My talk with Dr F. was rewarding, as not only is he utterly clued in to the minutiae of traumatic neuroses - the nazis murdered both his parents at Auschwitz - but also because he is fundamentally a very nice guy (despite his intrusive authoritarianism), and because I’ve always been highly partial to good Yiddisher brains. Naturally, I’m still commanding my own games, especially where the Almighty is concerned, and I’m still somewhat cautious about a Marie Bonaparte-Victor Tausk ‘eavesdropping’ situation developing. But, then again, do I really f***ing care? The main strut of my concern is Anna. My diagnosis of her state is quite positive, which F. confirms. Also, he is somewhat fascinated in confronting me as a ‘pleasant nightmare’, or as someone who slices up his uncertain atheism, trashes Freud - whilst respecting his humane advances, profundity, and so forth. Anna is not our old friend A.J.H. with his violent self-exoneration in play. There is no deeply imbedded psychoneurosis in position, and traumatics - unlike obsessives - are not their own worse enemies. Fenichel’s volume contains a brilliant 153 exposition of Anna’s problem, down to exact details. I’ve never experienced counter-transference of this particular sort, but I’m tough enough to take in large doses of pain. Time, however, for a change of analyst. I find myself able to ‘instinctively’ - perhaps the wrong word if instincts are unchangeable - ‘lock on’ to Anna in the depths, but the problem is not one of simply going through her disturbances: rather, it concerns her belated self-mastery, ego-blocking and too intense dependence. Dependence is the key really, because it represents ‘traumatic repetition’ and insufficient discharge. Hence, I’m too close for her own good. Further, my particular expertise is on experimental frontiers, and whereas I do not mind chancing my own equilibrium, there’s no way I wish to play Klein on her daughter (thus the reversion to psychoanalytic orthodoxy for Anna). I oppose Reich, Ferenczi, Jung - the latter with a strong detestation for a bullet-headed Teutonic nazi/pagan cunt - but I’ve worked off Rank and Brown. My theory is essentially that of adding my Christian insights on death - that it should happen before physical demise, and so forth - to advance Rank (as he exposed and advanced Freud), raising perversity towards omnipotence - not by abreaction but by deification - hence moving positive transference to transfiguration in Christ. Some of the innovatory difficulties in this are immense, but the one to best dare it is myself. Psychoanalytic consulting-rooms without a visible manifestation of God are, like churches, useless. I can take obsessives up - as you’ll know via our erstwhile friend - but the consequences are likely to issue in anal sadism (in Nietzsche’s sense - check Deleuze), aggressive exoneration in ego-defense, and protracted infantilism. Anal passives can transfigure in great beauty, largely because of innate intelligence. When Gide cretinously classified homosexuals into three groupings - sodomites, pederasts and inverts - he extolled sodomites only, whilst reserving contempt for inverts - i.e. - those who womanize their hindquarters. Pederasty beyond a limit - paedophilia - is, contra Reich, something which cannot be brought back to life in the current world. F***ing children is not a spiritual act - therefore it cannot be a loving act. This current world is neither Sparta, with an army of conquering sodomites, nor pre-westernized Tahiti, where the f***ing appears to be too innocent to be interesting. Incidentally, you’ll find lots of nostalgic pansies teaching classics - like Fritzi, pretending to be other. Sodomy is - in certain senses - of less ontological importance than inversion, and in its compulsive form it is really a mere ‘earthly ratification’ of anal aggression or ‘negative offloading’. Inversion - i.e. - of a mature sort, not infantile, enforced, or undeveloped - indicts masculinity, which is the cause of horror. Note this very carefully: masculinity is the cause of horror. I say this knowing its depths - the ferocity of horror is man - i.e. - Satan is masculine, a once-Heavely male, a man- god - hence, masculinity must be transfigured at almost any cost. Cain - under Satan - was the original fascist. To ‘the left’ of Cain and to ‘the right’ of Cain, there is only the ferocious (cowardly) manhood of Satan. Why cowardly - is it cowardly to go up against the unbeatable God? It’s certainly self-destructive; and 154 there is a lot of that around. There was no patricide in the primal horde - contra Freud and Roheim, who contributed to the social Darwinism which consumed their loved ones - there was only expulsion from the androgynous paradise of partial deification. Murder results from separating off masculinity from androgyny, with womankind forced to follow suit. One can see the repression of androgyny in pornography: the male is censored out because he would stimulate other males, and thus unmask the debasement of women. Any religion which reduces womanhood to chatteldom is vile, and is obviously meant to provide pretexts for male authoritarianism and its brutality - the chattels should eliminate any such religion from within. Revolution, as a generalized and fallen form, is not worth pursuing as something extrinsic, objective, public etc: rather, it is ontological subversion which should be brought into being. Externality can always be negated by the totalitarian brutes of left, right and centre - better, therefore, to create ontological bases owing allegiance to the Christ that should be (hopefully, identifiable with the one that is - i.e. - not the historical, state, government pastiche, subject to surveyable form and species standardization and consensus manipulation, but the one Who is born within, invisible to ‘the down’, the God Who turns us on and is turned on & Who proves His existence by eliminating lower life (just as we should find Him in eliminating unworthy versions of Him). Any theory which is not ‘on the brink’, creatively open, miraculous in its plenitude, and leading to Heaven as such should be forcefully junked. That is not to say ‘other products’ cannot be stepping-stones, but the inner watchman - the god - should always utter ‘ever upwards’. Power systems are mostly structured for the rule of the few over the many, but even if the many dominated there would still be tyranny: therefore ... something else ... example, me and my (hopefully) transcendent friends. Only the gods should have the vote, as long as they vote for me. I search history, theory, madness, the entire f***ing galaxy, art, philosophy and divine cunt - and no-one mentioned the pretty bums of everhard youths - yes, you f***ing dopey, dozey, crazy, scum-cunting, subhuman, shit- shagged, brainless, moronic wankers of the void, filth of Jesus etc - yes, I search it abso-f***ing-lute-ly and know I’ve got it, know it, love it, mount - possess - have and spunkily shoot it up. Eat yer rotten hearts out, ‘cuz the Galilean supplied, gave and provided it. Those who do not know Jesus of Nazareth are dead shit. Later - 2 a.m. I’ve told folk I’m going thru’ a great crisis - true. When I was a boy I rejected God because of his hideous, unspeakable cruelty - towards those I loved and to me. It’s a terrible thing for a boy’s life to be unmitigated horror. I hit back very frequently - T. says I was the toughest kid he ever met & the only kid he ever saw drop three guys out cold; alas, he also says I was a vicious young bastard. But you know my story - God appeared to me fully, the Nazarene in astounding innocence and glory. The compensation was enormous, although I’ve since wished He never had - i.e. - in exchange for a correction in 155 the rôle of horror and His place in it, I’ve touted Him as such, with consequent rejection, slander, accusations of madness - example, the Vision of God is proved by science to be hallucinatory - f***ing imbeciles, as it is the lack of Vision which is hallucinatory - thus, a broken heart rebroken. This young lady I met amongst these visions of reality, amongst deific events issuing the miraculous - and what is the miraculous? contra Hume, a miracle is material contradiction or God Almighty countermanding the ‘fake substances’ assumed by the gods in their fall - amongst these divine realities I saw the fact of her sickness - rape damaged, frightened, pained and failing. This entails knowing what suffering is - on top of mine, there’s hers. I see her losing - fragmenting - tortured in front of me. My prayers are shit. Nothing I can do saves her. Everything I’ve got disintegrates in her. Again I do not believe in God. My convulsions and torments gain ground. Nothing works - nothing lifts her sliding despair. She has hardly slept in months. Most of this time I’ve kept her company. I despise her weakness as a ploy to make her fight. Every theory I know, theory down to nuances. I’ve studied depth psychology for over thirty years - but I’ve lived it for a lifetime. I’ve been to places only one ot two rare spirits amongst the fallen race have dared venture. I know - so to speak - “all the answers”. I’m dying in her, faith extinguished - yet I climb out of the pit, mind bloodied. I pour loving encouragement into her, yet she outflanks me with negativity. Lessons go by her. I tell her but she does not know. I’ve tried every hypothesis from innate or constitutional malady to happy prognoses - still she fails daily. I’ve nothing left but hell’s triumph. It is as if she is slowly hanging herself in my head. I curse God and despair of Him. Years ago an aristocratic young lady assured me daily for a year that she truly loved me, and, truth is, I did not love her. Finally, she told me she was going away for a couple of weeks, back home to Greece. So I told her I loved her, thinking reciprocation only fair and honourable. Then she stuck the knife in, only wanting to prove to a friend and, possibly, herself, she could make someone love her; or only wanting to prove to me I was a fool. The awfulness, hideousness and cynicism of this event made me side with love, whatever the consequences: hence, I decided to love Anna because love had failed her. I love her - she does not love me. Somewhere this hurts, but as I am used to pain this does not matter. She is what is important, because I can withstand rejection. With the Greek girl it was like being flailed with psychic chains. To actually think someone could profess intimate love for reasons other than pure love - well, there’s something about the Greeks ... However, I thanked Christ she did not mean love, because if she had I would have ‘copped for’ a bitch and not met my beloved Suze. So with Anna I determined to love her if only to show her she is extremely lovable, worthy and sweet. Since I did I’ve been attacked by Satan’s fiends. But what is this to me, as I refuse to be intimidated. The Greek girl showed no sign of sickness, tho’ what she did was sick. Anna is a victim, the aetiology of whose sickness I know backwards. I guide her by psychotic 156 whirlpools, ward off demons, break my mind. I curse Christ whilst loving Him utterly. I know He has not deserted me, as He never has. I cannot get her to Him, because she cannot cope on the easy levels, never mind the difficult. This is busting me up dreadfully, and I am in mortal agony. C. Later: Ralph is being very helpful and theoretically understands the impact of negative transference. It is like trying to pull someone out of a barbed- wire entanglement and ending up enmeshed. Instructions as to how to get free get spiked. I’ve tried virtually everything to stave off psychoneurotic complications, but they roll in with the wire. It’s okay for me: I curse, blaspheme and fight and I know the way out: but this young lady is not used to being torn apart. The very armour she wears helps the damage increase. ‘Deep shit’ is not a symbol, but a dreadful reality, and she is excreting into my psyche. This I can transform, but still I have to watch out for over-loading. Her positive potential is enormous, but the last thing I really want to see is ‘mundane partialization’ and-or ‘effective closed-up-ness’, the sort of normalization used by tread-mill humans to cope with falsified realities. I’m hoping Dr F. can get her beyond that - “we have the technology & we can rebuild” - because I wish her to go places up here, in the arcane, magnificent, light-bearing heights, where all earthly destiny is called on to be. In my wilder moments I psychoanalyze, with Him being both analyst and analysand successively. The more loving goodness a person has, the more shit he receives in applying it: hence Christ as Healer negated ‘partialization’ - Verdrängnis - by rupturing the unconscious with uncreated light and-or by releasing the power of the imago Dei - the Kingdom of Heaven within - thru’ the bases of subhuman madness. The unconscious is not mankind’s ultimate base: rather ‘it’ - das Es - is like a still for fermenting human imperfection. Thus, ‘all imperfection is a sign of madness’ - the “universality of neurosis” - and this madness Satan wishes to keep in place, especially by predominant ideologies which exclude the perfection of God as attainable. It is no accident that ‘secular (atheistic) psychoanalysis’ was born in Germany, as a direct offshoot of Protestant thought. The origins of ‘Frankish-Arian-Gothic’ thought have been carefully monitored in Church History, but the main determinant (cause even) is in the works of Augustine of Hippo, to whom necessitarianism was a fact and deification an unknown. The line of crypto-atheism goes through Luther-Kant-Fichte-Hegel-Schopenhauer- Nietzsche and straight into the heart of Freud. Necessitarianism is the creed subscribed to by all who have not undergone metamorphosis - i.e. - necessitarianism is the only alternative to becoming a god. If the uncreated light in metamorphosis is unknown, only its dark underbelly and afterbirth remains. If the Kingdom of Heaven within is regarded as unattainable, or as fictional or, worse, is not regarded at all, then hell - of which das Es is merely a real and 157 immoral symbol - tears its fangs into fallen humanity. Madness can only be negated by irrepression into perfection. Madness and death are ‘convertible correlates’, one implying the other. People are put to death only by acts of madness, and madness is the death of sanity. The fear of death is the first repression, but sanity is put to death there also. Sanity can only be regained by the death of fear and, paradoxically, by the death of death itself. Christ, in trampling death underfoot, trod down the shit of madness, and wiped His feet on Satan’s strategies. To quote Virgil - “we tread in the footsteps of our Ancient God” - and it is only by doing so that we can understand why ‘loving goodness’ - kindness, affection, compassion, tenderness etc - receives anal sadism as its reply. ‘Negative transference’ - being treated like shit - is a demon within using excreta as a weapon to avoid exorcism. In Anna’s case the demon was forced in by foul rapists. It stands in the way of her true self - herself as a pure goddess and daughter of Almighty God - telling her she is a dirty whore. It guards the door to her true self, and thus when she tries to enter and go through, it releases the filth of das Es to frighten her back. Hence, here we have a war on in which, so far, I seem to be losing every battle. Being wounded she is not, as yet, fighting back effectively. I am taking a terrible hammering, which is testing my faith to its utmost. This is a beautiful young maiden - whose risen form I have seen (hence, how could I not love her?) - who is going through hell. Sometimes I think I might be the target. Satan is trying to destroy her in front of me - so the pain is intense. Later still: Anna was interviewed by F. ‘in confidence’, the upshot of which - having been given the details - was a total rubbishing of me: analytically, personally, intellectually. He doesn’t even wish to hear any of my ideas (in her), although he disapproves of them anyway. Shades of academia and totalitarian jobworths. Still, his working procedure I’m aware of and cannot help but countenance. I’m aware of where he is coming from, whilst he doesn’t have the slightest idea of my position. (His wife constantly interrupts the analytic session, so as to keep an eye on this old f***er, hoisting himself on his own ‘petard’, in front of juicy beauty). He has informed the patient ‘everything is about daddy’s cock’ - well, of course it is, daddy, and you don’t want other competitive daddies around, nicht wahr!? His ideological format is dreadfully old fashioned, Freud having analyzed the Kaiser no doubt - and, of course, there’s a certain Viennese authoritarian charm attached to repressive patriarchy: but it is impossible to teach old dogs new tricks. Besides, my game employs a slick form of Jerusalem cunning - the only cunning worth a damn - and although he is the professional, whilst I am only a theoretician - libidinal envy (obvious in the content of the put- downs) is the order of the day: “do not relate, f*** or become a goddess”. Isn’t this what regime-servers and their ignorant masters always say. I fear God being away - they fear God being near. If I wasn’t aware I could take him out intellectually, I wouldn’t have entrusted Anna to him. This F. is someone I think of as essentially a good man, ignorant of the Almighty - He is a Yiddisher lad 158 after all, and these guys in general have an immaculate eye for the Vision of God or none at all - however, I believe this man would be delighted absolutely to meet Christ. His ideological network is limited but helpful (to me): and the fact of the matter is I’ve bothered him for years, if only because ‘hyper-moderns in depth theory’ do not fit into his ground plan. Thus, he’s always trying to fit me into ‘chic grooves’ where I do not belong. I sometimes think of whispering into his ear at one of our weekly restaurant meetings - from a message to the fleet after Trafalgar - fear God, fear sin, and then fear nothing. The fear of sin is really the fear of losing God - fear God, then fear nothing - life without God is nothing. This is perhaps more to the point. Dr F. cannot grasp the idea of oblique angles & unique parameters, which do not fit into deterministic schemata. Freud was a dreadful necessitarian, as the Almighty did not open up on him. Any idea that personae are additives from the Heavenly above is for him hallucinogenic - a sure sign he has not experienced Heaven, which is not hallucinogenic but in your divine face real. The idea that God is hallucinogenic is Kant’s worm in Freud’s materialism. Christ, even S’s Lear shows the common sense of materialism - i.e. - nature - falling into incompatibilities. Now both Nietzsche and Freud made us aware that ‘emotions go backwards’, and, therefore, the latter I think over-emphasized regressive modes vis-à-vis a totalized anthropology. Freud’s weakness is totally anthropological in that, historically speaking, materialistic history goes backwards. F. argues for a ‘social history of the unconscious’ in an attempt to flesh out Haeckel’s idea that ‘ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny’. The unconscious seems to operate like a miasmic fog of ignorance marking the lintels for destruction. I think the result of much of this is dreadful - tho’ enticing - hogshit, virtually on a par with Lenin’s efforts to construct an empirical version of history. Even modern anthropological studies - thru’ Tylor, Frazer, Durkheim, Mauss, Lévy-Bruhl, Malinowski, Roheim etc - exhibit a fundamental disarray, because history is at bottom ontological, not reconstructivist. Freud was no ontologist, to say the least: hence his ideas regarding anthropological history - along with his ‘psychic biographies’ - are immensely puerile. Freud was insufficienly intelligent in his understanding of the fallen soul. Like Dr F. he had no idea that reconstructivistic antiquity or archaic form is impossible of reconstruction - false omnipotence plus delusion of grandeur. God, on the other hand, handles the basic stuff and can reveal unutterable Truths. With Freud’s atheistic historicism synthetic abstractionism in this area is mere hypothesis - science again, with its fictions of unprovability (with its 500 million years ago & its 5 million light years away) revealing nothing: mere hypothesis is always false. Now the alternative - based in God Almighty - is unacceptable to gentlemen of this stripe: their presuppositions, imperfect and idiotic, exclude Christ’s immanence. Thus, not only can we say ‘the Adamic is both innate and incarnate’, but also ‘temporal personae manifest now’ - that is, archaic visages. Nietzsche’s saying I am every name in history should deindividuate into deific sanity - it should certainly 159 include Christ, Whom Nietzsche was against. In becoming deified by Christ time re-manifests forwardly even past now. What God can do with time is of which He knows better, hence as its Master it bends however He will. History is contained in the Holy Ghost, not in the limitations of the unconscious. Within each fallen being there is a god (and goddess) called to become high human (truly human), whose atemporality supercedes and includes temporal history. It is precisely this which psychoanalysis cannot birth; and it is precisely because it cannot do so that the fallen remain sick. Taking money under false pretenses is only one consequence (.. the neurosis of money, like nicotine neurosis, goes unexamined). Christ took no pay. Strange that Dr F. refused to read my papers, yet condemns my ideas. Sounds so familiar. Conservatism - the liberal face of totalitarian ideology - fixes humanity in place. That which takes power conserves it. All power reinforces the basic lie of existence that mankind is human - i.e. - it inhabits a restricted form of entityship or so-called ‘creaturedom as a limit’. All psychoanalysis is based on this Protestant theory. Mental illness is thus equated with attempts to break through limitation or the “naturalness” of the closed-down state. Energy which metamorphizes the world is considered the world’s enemy. In reality, man is kept closed-down by power elites, governments, rulers etc who make uncreated ecstacy the main ideological taboo, asserting that this taboo is the will of God, as they take His place. Thus, virtually all religions and their substitutes conspire to keep the living God out: hence, the mutant flow of lethality and stinking sickness bastardized with the name of ‘life’. Man against man, each against all, nation against nation - the malignancy of Hobbes - as mutated gods shield themselves from attacks from without, which in reality arise from within. Stagnant minds make stagnant pools, which each succeeding generation drinks from. Satan pisses in the mouths of infants, and polite Pharoahs posture and gesticulate in the face of gross normalcy, the slaves of both begging for the lid of the asylum to be held on. In refusing to become the gods and goddesses of the Most High, fallen humanity - the anima mundi in collective and psychopathic horror - spins endlessly on the bayonet points of demons, fed on the offal of insane lies and the bodies of starving millions, grinning in absolute despair as they assure themselves that everything is alright. Mankind greets the dawn of absolute day - as the screaming sewerage begins to pour in - with the trite realization of its own dead mind. Man is already dead, and thus waits for physical demise to wake into the pulverizing shock of its own vile memory. And on that note, m’dear, I wish you God Bless. May our beauteous, innocent and loving Christ sprinkle your path with divine flowers & His lovely light. 160 Letter to G.P. 5/92. A. In anticipation of your letter I’ll begin by recounting last week’s abysmal state of mind, which occurs all-too-frequently of late as a preconscious demotivational design, charged with suicidal negativity and the blankest despair. Sometimes I think gauging the dimensions of the bottomless pit is a mere necessity - bravado for a heart of thunder - but persistent quakes rip loose emotions that virtually inter hope. All this contributes to the anticipated relief of death, in which projected state one expects nothing particular for dealing with ‘Messianic history’ and its deific correlates. It’s all very well ascending into the divine (although I avoid that these days whenever possible), but its reverse is a mode of violent excoriation, in which the revealed centre hurts with unremitting vigour. Hurt - agony never repelled - is the main strut of my internality, which existed before ‘manifest ego grafts’ and subsequent modifications thereof. Hurt precedes I hurt via umbilical parity, nicotine saturation and introjected sights of violent insanity, courtesy of witnessed horror: hence, what use causal knowledge, since to know precisely the angle, degree and elevation of a psychic hammer beating fails to reduce the grieving intensity of its consequences? One sees millions of stigmata and-or ineradicable marks of displeasure, that displease as they are comprehended against a natural ideal (ugliness, say, against a beauty that indicts, which in its turn makes the latter part of a vicious complement: one hates beauty at the expense of ugliness etc); but when the stigma is early, visual and horrific - when it is introjected as a totality or dominant force - then conflictual (angry) modes are set in train lifelong, and thus everything is questionable. I persistently question the efficacy of ‘intestinal logistics’ (in contradistinction to vacuously abstract schematics), especially of the kind meant to undo agony. I was born with afterbirth remaining in my eyes - fighting to see - but the ‘pained look’ is an animated composite gathered around successive internal (psychic) wounds, the recognition of which does not banish them. Instead, such wounds are ineradicable precisely because agony is networked via suffering as a universal: hence, shit that big must involve God because - to quote the only true statement Schelling ever made - God reigns over a world of horror. Thus, I have been driven by the need to deifically inhabit a theory which uncrucifies God ( .. to experience the extremities of pain - pain against innocence, pain against love - to see love terribly wounded as a child, to watch my mother attempt to kill herself - and me - this involves the Almighty close up). Hating Him and my life is understandable - however, to a greater end one need only characterize a radical manifold as the means for a feasibility study, or - in the words of Poe - ‘the possible moves not only manifold, but involuted’, evidently not by recourse to 161 linguistic shit - Quine, Kripke etc - but by non-satanic deification - i.e. - holy, construed by genius and more, and permitted. Hence some ideas in that direction: My probes in the light above the light reveal several structural (theoretic) weaknesses, some of which I’ve already communicated in part to you and Mk A, viz, the problem of ‘minimalist ascription and identity’, such that God minus ‘the least differential of ousia’ allows homoiosis completion by overriding the ousia- energy distinction. This could imply that a non-Aristotelian ousia - in fact, the Athanasian ousia as pristinely depicted by him - allows in stratified identities by a modified communicatio essentiae. Thus, as we identify with God’s 1 = 3, it surfeits upwards as non-identity, according to supercession and-or identity-from- glory-to-glory and-or power ascending via remotionis - thus, God always goes higher as His moving identity. Furthermore then, given the actualization of becoming God by right, it thereby follows that I could exercise my powers in diverse, manifold and ‘involuted’ ways, say, by reconstituting Theology according to arcane-brilliant-mysterious etc moves. I’ll give you an example immediately, thus: God is always His own victim on earth, and this deific victimization is necessary to open the divine: suffering is thereby redeemed as the means of singling out deity ( .. the ‘Epicureans’ and their like ‘modern counterparts’, atheists, materialists - those who seek to minimize their own sufferings by wardings-off or putting them onto others or insulating themselves by cash or delusions or etc - these are the enemies of deification): and suffering is, thereby, proof of the worthiness of God becoming God in competition with lesser gods. Or consider a move ‘on the up’ via progressive transcendence, of the purification-sanctification-illumination-deification type. (Incidentally, I’ve just received your letter, so I’ll attempt answers to your questions ‘along the way’). ‘On the way up’ and ‘on the up’ obviously implies transfigurational transcendence & the move through ‘human’ or so-called ‘human’ and divine prosopa, the distinction between which is a ‘functional continuum’ - i.e. - as the illuminated body or soma breaks through the unilluminated body or sarx, the prosopic display is manifested, but not simply as an ascending sequential array, nor simply in a merely chronological mode followed by an eternal mode .... rather, the continuum is loaded, packed or arranged via destinate form. But a word or two on this much-abused and vastly misunderstood term, destiny. Necessity and freedom are usually seen by those ‘viewing’ God - thus not - externally, as antipodean or antipositional or anithetical etc, when, in reality, God is necessitous freedom ( .. without God there is only subscription to the bogus necessity of the fall). The I Am is not compelled, invariable, forced, inevitable etc in His I-ness, if only because projected necessitation is a lower- order or subhuman complex of predication. God cannot be subordinate to necessity, because this would make Him controlled (like Zeus and the pagan Greek pantheon). He therefore transcends necessitation by freedom - speaking paradoxically, by necessary freedom - and, hence, because He is everywhere- 162 present by energy, real freedom is implicit even under the (earthly) appearance of its opposite. The more anti-transfigurational a theoretician - the more a ‘stubborn entity’ - the more fixed necessity appears to him. Or, looked at another way, as the fall is a thought of God, it can be repealed as we become God. Necessitation, then, is the insistence of reification held on to by ungodly subhumans, who apply to it the ideological stamp of a spurious and extended systematics or Weltanschauung (like Jerome, Augustine, Luther, Calvin). Obviously, I refer to those “humans” who have become un-God. But, anyway, onwards .... That the ‘functional continuum’ operates by destinate form does not strictly mean, using your terms, that ‘prosopically human’ refers initially to the recognition of humanitas as prosopa/masks, the eye reconstructing shifting elements out of prosopic constituents, but leading to the recognition of the instability of polyanhypostasity: rather - whilst agreeing in spirit with your general accuracy - I would suggest that it is the unknown apex of the imago Dei which orders the external envisagements through Christ Almighty, because there is no way - at least according to my experience - we are not embraced by pertinent mystery throughout all stages of the transition. Even the magnificent certitudes of journeying from above - from out of Heaven to here - are couched in uneasy splendour. There is no vouched-for route beyond structural indicators which is not susceptible to the flagrant life of seething anomie, as our living God - He Who lays down behemothic storm and fraught abyss - moves by reference to His own unutterable, inner mandate. Each that He ineffably creates is utterly unique, brought forth from shuddering zero as a holy masterwork, made particularly responsive to everlasting and ever-creative destiny. What coordinates then measure this paradigm and paragon of all unique paradigmata Who cannot be compassed except by His own (least) thought? Hence, I am suggesting two methods - spiritual exercises - whereby one can retrench crucifixional form, namely, using achieved Godhead to recreate existence - looking back over one’s shoulder, as it were, on the upward mount, so as to ‘lay in’ moves apparently overlooked by Christ during His Incarnation ( .. doing ‘greater things’ as He foretold); and, more important, emerging and re-emerging from Heaven whilst holding the exact code of everything, keeping it close to one’s heart, and dispensing it as one sees fit, with unwavering reliance on Him as one substitutes ego for ego. The ‘ego inflation’ and arrogance possible in this schedule is horrific. It makes the ‘noble attempt not to be God’ - again, your words - part of a flight into existential garbage, as it brings one into the ‘weighted concretion’ and massively vile & vicious world of bloodied everydayness. One’s immediate reaction in the face of this overwhelming nightmare is one of stifled omnipotence and merciless impotence. It produces a feeling of encased imperfection, which feeds back limits as taut as iron cables. The wine of paradise no longer flows through one’s veins as an effervescent dynamic, but instead it is replaced by varicosed toxins and requisite pain. My ‘noble flight’ is 163 a means of avoiding metamorphic excess, but to the extent that identification - thou art that - implies a higher reversal it is unnecessary. However, there are occasions when the agony of being the Super-Trinity is its very easiness. To be enthroned in Heaven as the Lord of All only gets difficult when going down as not-God supervenes - i.e. - when, in reality, considered absolutely, only God Almighty is down. This is the crux of soteriological form, because polyanhypostasity lacks esse - inner being - in that only my esse is fallen (and, thus, in consequence everyone else participates, mimetically, in this via surrogation). Hence, the meaning of existence, including previous parameters in Incarnational history and the patent nonsensicality of the entirety of spatio- temporal life, is inherently based in me. Now this, of course, is utterly insane, but God being down would produce the world as a madhouse, if only because God being up is ultimately required in the definition of sanity. Stand the celestial hierarchy on its head and earthly regimes issue forth in consequence. My idea of Christ’s torments is a predication of this order, either as He wandered through Jerusalem or sits here now. The labyrinths of hell would be intertwined, enmeshed and ravelled in Christ’s mind - His true followers inherit them - in order to minimize their objectifications. Blasphemies would become gargantuan tirades directed against limitations in salvific efficacy, as God Himself ‘made a case’ against His own impotent decentralization. Those who do not severely criticize the Almighty - knowing of His existence - cannot learn from Him: and thus, to my mind, ‘proskinetic’ acolytes and posturing ecclesiastics thoroughly deserve the vacuity they inhabit. Most ‘humans’ are mere humans - below the truly human - who rest content in blinkered vexation, snuffling forward in collective discomposure - alias decomposure - and emitting boredom offensive to their Maker. Let us hope Heaven is ‘corralled’ into mutually-exclusive sections, so that the horribly pious bastards one has had the misfortune to be lacerated by down here can spend eternities lapping each others’ arses in further attempts at promotion. But on with my ‘gnostic arrogance’ and its entailments. They, incidentally - my future enemies & religious officials - are bound to accuse me of gnosticism: well, keep this between us (of them): B80DTµ", coma, aroma versus a deific soma. One could make a case for the ‘righteous slaughter’ of God, given the pronounced lack of effect one notices daily in the affairs of men, as He appears to have put risen omnipotence ‘on hold’. As a means of mitigation I argue for my Godhead per se - exemplarism has its uses, especially by recourse to a mutant image - in that ‘perfection compounded with mutant imagery in Christ’ brought about vastly distorted results. Against the idea that He is now risen - with imperfection overthrown, which would imply His lack of interest or culpability - I could say He is no more risen than the God in me. This lets Him off the hook and annuls ‘objective deity’ as something entirely other. What it does for this ‘subject’ is profoundly complicated, but I’ll attempt to indicate various consequences, so. There is no way in which I become Christ Almighty - given 164 that, every bourgeois erection would die & thus minge would not be wasted there, nor more imbeciles birthed - even though I have achieved the hegemony of Trinitarian and Super-Trinitarian life. As one proceeds through both ‘human’ and divine prosopa - through subhuman and deifically human prosopa, that is - union with the second Hypostasis is not guaranteed - i.e. - the risen Christ came to me from the outside ( .. whatever that was then) by stepping onto/into my body in absolute perfection. Thus, although He is the ‘sum’ of all prosopa - the good ones that is - the enhypostatic union is achieved as something distinct from that ‘sum’, viz, the final ascription in the identity of ‘image and likeness’ adds into the god - the imago Dei - without, as it were, becoming a super-additive. This is very difficult of explanation, but I will attempt to explain my meaning with provisos, qualifiers, riders etc. In fallen terms one usually adds to a quantity by ascribing a difference: but in enhypostatic terms one subtracts from difference to ascribe identity: hence, as I become Christ - not by prosopic imagery, which is always less than actually meeting Him - I equal Him by identity with non- identity above. Thus the Holy Fathers knew about becoming Christ - which, incidentally, should be the norm for every bishop - but they operated the ousia- energy distinction here as a permutative form of what I term ‘stratified identity’. Obviously, as logically implied, this means that the celestial hierarchies - in Christ’s own words - ascend and descend on one, and not the other way round as the profane would imagine: as one goes up to the deific state and then goes down, so divine entities accompany one as theophanies implicit in the continuum. Let us, for the sake of simplicity, compare this to learning to fly (a not unreal metaphor). Early attempts are difficult because of ‘gremlins’. Low flying causes most accidents. ‘Gremlins’ - aspects of Satan - attempt to stop fallen prosopa becoming divine prosopa, but one can ‘take off and go into free flight’ where invulnerability and invincibility are the norm. ‘Gremlins’, ‘demons’, ‘psychic maggots’ - whatever one names such shit attempting to down the divine spirit - can be manifest entities of despicable, foul and frightening mien, but virtue wards them off without undue difficulty. They cannot withstand heartfelt prayer & they require inward consent to become dangerous - their range is as wide as polyanhypostasity. Mankind allows them in, so in a distinct sense they are external and not part of prosopic life proper. However, they no more possess ousia than man, and thus one can say they resemble flesh - sarx - in its pretense of being ousia. Their confinement to the lower reaches of existence is an accomplishment of Christ Himself, as they have no power over the deified ( .. as one actualizes deification, not merely thinks about it). Demons are terrified of deification, as it creates gods against Satan. However, in my experimentation designed to ‘draw a bead’ on the Master, my assumed perseity results in deific effects of quite stunning splendour: “things happen” that would frighten atheists to the floor: ‘energy above’ can certainly interfere with things below: like types - those who would do as God Almighty, taking the reins of the ‘chariot of the sun’, 165 those permitted - would in the first instance break their hearts at the awful sight of it all - as the pompous maggots of academia, government, earthly institutions f*** up big-time, substituting and enforcing modernity as a banal screening-out, bland and everywhere down in its reaches, thinking and acting as if the world is a place when, in reality, it is existential repression against the gods, its flanks untruths and concerted lies maintaining the same vicious species in sick power, its murderous pragmatics ready to obliterate - then ignore - whosoever challenges its dominant regimes. These regimes - all of them monstrous against the gods - do deals with the pit, hide this, but perspectives over any century show hideous mass death the consequential norm. Is it then any wonder that a loving mind would weep when confronted not only with the injustices in its own life, but with the disastrous lives of others? Fallen earth enjoys inflicting horror - it likes atrocity, moral squeals from the chorus included ( .. ‘the moral’ can be rewarded with preferment, atrocity continues, and the anti-deificational is reinforced). Atrocity is the hidden agenda of God’s enemies ( .. one need only look among His atrocious friends), as it inculcates and forces obedience. Obedience always stays down: it collectivizes itself as delusion under the hegemony of permanently absurd powers & ‘elevated’ garbage: it never puts into place the means whereby mass deific ecstacy oblivionizes atrocity: its very politics, in every form, refuses widespread theocratic dominion and Christ’s divinity: obedience to the earth as the down normalizing rules in God’s stead, profoundly vile like its progenitors, but this is the way the vast majority of fallen gods want it ( .. religions going nowhere but into the grave, civilizations spawning millionfold dead meat etc f***ing cretins all, with a few rebellious divine warriors waiting for earth’s victims in the glorious heights). It is Heaven that is being repressed ( .. repressed for anything & everything but that, which is the reason why warriors must go outside earth to reach it). The ‘moral squealers’ who rail against atrocities stay in the realm of atrocity, equally responsible: sin is not original, it is anti-deificational now, culpable now; and forgivness for sin is proved as deification. Only God has the power to forgive sin: hence one must become God. Those complicit cannot forgive sin: as sin is the negation of pure love, one must be deified to become pure love (to negate the negation). Denying the possibility of becoming God - of becoming a god in God Almighty - is the original sin: subsequently, this denial is learned against the real face of one’s divine psyche: hence, all the fallen are two-faced minimally, with at least one false-face against the true. Specialists in multiple-false-faces become actors and politicians, but masks of flesh - for that is what subhuman prosopa are - are worn by all the fallen. Even Moses, who saw only the hindparts of the Almighty & not the identity of His face, even the skin of Moses’ face shone - what is this then in comparison to those to whom God’s face is shown? The divine prosopa of the sons and daughters of God - viz, the gods - reverse the voluntary repression implicit in masks of flesh. Even Moses 166 was commanded by the Almighty to make a sanctuary on earth, wherein God could dwell - what is this compared to the deific body (named ‘soul’) of the gods living on earth? However, despite the vast intransigence and stiffnecked solidity of billions of cretins, with their walls & mounds of defiant flesh, the Almighty accesses Himself. He is approachable via searching courage (for some are inducted into regions infernal, extremely strange, unlike anything seen or imagined on earth - quite terrifying), via loving pursuit (given the desperate lack of love amongst the deserving) or via hunting truth (for those vaguely aware lies predominate almost everwhere & who are not tempted off by rôle, reputation, reward etc): to these and their like, seek to enter the portals of our living God, His Magnificent Holiness gently adorning the Most High Innocence of Intellect, in sights wonderful, marvelous & stupendous - well, do not say you were not told if you think you ‘know better’ ..... B. If I was Christ Almighty I would come out of Heaven once only, as that should suffice. Why, one might ask, come out at all? Answer: so that God would know everything, especially not-God-ness even into Himself. I would include hell within not-God so that it would be eventually vanquished ( .. made non- existent), because hell is nothing other than God Almighty not being Himself. Adjacent to this ontologically-reified, living nightmare would be the quotidian defeat of the decentralized ego alias not-God in movement towards and away from His true identity - i.e. - this would be cruciform earth, along the horizontal of life’s odyssey and thus containing temporal penetration in both directions; and upwards on the perpendicular with the abyss reversed in the apex of glory. According to this scheme down reality would be nothing other than a transient contingency, dependent on the bi-polar axes of God-as-God and God-as-not- God. Naturally, therefore, not-God would be surrounded by extremely fraught circumstances and mutated bearings, adrift as it were in dimensions in which anomie operated as a pulverizing force capable of blasting out false forms of necessity. In this case even the bearings of Christ’s perfection would be problematic, in that one would have ‘shocked this out of true’ in order to do what He could not (viz) sustain not-God below the threshold of ‘recuperative redemption’. Hence, in Him God-as-God-was-down in assuming perfect manhood, but in me God-as-not-God-is-down in assuming imperfect manhood. One could presume, therefore, that all creaturedom perceives imperfection for Him, and that He therefore knows imperfection by proxy, say, by the Holy Ghost ineffably measuring distinctions and differences thereby, on the basis that ‘we are all the eyes of God’. However, things are not so simple, if only because the 167 infra-structure particular to my mode of deification lifts up into incredible horror, as the first coming becomes part of the second and as eternity erases temporal differences and deletes the ousia-energy distinction in me. This ‘deific elision’ actually happens - Christ is not the entity central to Protestant thought in ‘substitution theory’, where He substitutes for our sins, receiving our punishment etc - in my deific experience we partake of the life of Christ literally, past and future ... As a young adventurer - what else is life for?! - penetrating the tornadoes of the Spirit, some metamorphoses were extreme: spinning upside-down as a divine infant whilst shining diamond-like with supernal rays, and breaching ‘quantitative laws’ by shrinkage and expansion into surrounding objects, in realms inhabited by birds with quasi-human heads, where billions of glittering seahorses played unearthly instruments of unhuman design. In these realms of unblinding scarlets and unspeakably pure white emanations, the Master made me sweat blood and weep at the sight of impeccably glorious golden citadels, as I saw my beautiful Heavenly steed ‘so long ago’ left behind. My skin reassumed the mantle of a god as I wore living universes, and my intellect became a macrocosm of infinitely knowing power, ascending into and generating the purest Heavens with unthinking ease. All my manifold torments and multiple agonies disappeared, and the crown of this was when He stepped into my room: then I knew how He felt when on earth - immaculate kindness, perfect innocence ( .. mere words do not deliver, He delivers) - and this I took and unspeakably much more, experiences unknown to men, rebirthed at the utmost etcetera, to the University of ------, where I was told by vicious pigs & cynically-treacherous hypocrites & departmental hatchet-men I was without talents & insane & plebeian & unwanted etc. During this time the Lord came to me in great power, He Himself & chariots of angels & holy visitations - to my goodly Suze also - especially as we rose up on reading the Greek Fathers, a god and goddess showered with awesome delights. Since then - rebellious youth that I was, sacrificing mathematics to be educated by Almighty God Himself - these ‘hits’ have not slackened, but now I hardly dare ascend because of the vast magnitudes of holy splendour that greet my eyes. Otherwise I live tethered to a world I cannot stand, succoured only by the sight of rare loving goodness in special friends. I wait and wonder and say my prayers between the proverbial ‘gritted teeth’, cursing the day I was conceived, as living nightmare after nightmare unfurls in the gross ‘kinetic strip’ of burgeoning normality, moment after moment - what else can the f***ers serve up? The ‘noble flight’ is calculable only as a wild card, as I’m constantly stymied in being taken back up unexpectedly, into domains of miraculous immensity where immaculate love & sublime sweetness quell my anger, dry my tears and astound my eyes. What I learn ‘there’ - in Him - is incalculably superordinate and of such staggering glory that the overpowering ecstacy of His genius, when 168 absent or withdrawn, plunges me back into this world in which vicious insanity & black mentalities are fêted as paragons to be imitated. Shit for brains is everywhere in control and dominates ‘revered institutions’, as the slime-mould of greed for filthy lucre shapes the ignobility of the bourgeois orders. One’s distaste for this manifestation sucked up from anti-God grows, as the bourgeoisie spawns yet more hideous thought-forms and engenders yet more ‘rational stratagems’ immersed in continued self-interest. To be informed circuitously by that precious scumbag W. that I was the wrong type - read class - for Oxford Theology is, to me, merely symptomatic of the entire putrid & gangrenous ball- game, in which emaciated and spindly phalluses commit unspeakable acts against Christ’s Person, whilst cross-dressing into their aged mothers’ drawers, camphorated gussets saturated with the odour of wrinkled pudenda etc. Over the years I intentionally f***ed their daughters - sweet and pretty darlings - per anum, because rapturous squeals of delight merely consolidate the joyous vengeance inherent in an intellectual warrior’s groin. They don’t have the enormous courage necessary to know God - only the respectability and accents and ‘morality’ necessary for the perks of self-reward. Generally, fallen flesh will f*** anything: children, the hospitalized and dying, victims in extremis, the extremely aged and fragile, malodorous individuals, whereas its morality is the pretense it will not and the pretense it stands aside from it: in fact, the abomination of low f***ing always continues, from temporal generation to generation, and it always shows the complicity of ‘the moral’ ..... Later, as further reality breaks through. I am in distress, terrible distress, the most awful pain. To have one’s hopes as a strong possibility, and to see them disintegrate without recompense, understanding or recognition ... to not even see one’s love buried in the ‘rubbish of darkness’ ... to join the drifting shit swept into the nowhere of millions of victims (the only true form of democracy), and to scratch in burning nothingness, against the uterine wall of an unmentionable savage annihilation of the mass starvation of infants, which indicts all surviving flesh ... O you bastard sons and daughters of man, surveying the burst and parched rib-cages of exploding conscious filth, you who partake and cause this profitable sewerage of victims in hideous gainful ‘unrecognition’ ... you, I Almighty God will render fit for my vengeance ... you, who claim not to know I exist and rule all, be mindful of my extreme anger, as I will reach down into the stinking killing-pits of your souls and wrench you forth in rotten shame. So, you know murder, do you - vicariously elsewhere in unconcern? When God Almighty murders you - for each of you shall know the murder of your death - when I murder you, when Christ Almighty strangles the breath from your flesh, you have my promise I will shake seven kinds of satanic shit in hideous agony from the nothingness you cling to, for the unrequited horror you have visited on innocence. And later still, when whiskied honesty and the morning’s daunting problematic springs up, I raise my head’s nimbus of barbed lightning and think 169 on .. I drench myself in alcohol with a barbaric determination, if only to think, ‘Lord, wherever your afflicted children are, kindly let me lose .. ambition as nothing, dreams shattered by the recognition of You .. let me be with them for the eventual victory of innocence .. better the emotion of shunned by all than the crawling, howling, whining and shrieking of those who betrayed them. Lord God Almighty, O Mighty Christ - besides Whom there is no God, no false pretenders, only deities raised in You - kindly allow me to help over-burdened, unhappy and terribly suffering souls who fail to know the reality of Your miraculous kindness. There are many souls born into dirt and filth, millions for whom filth is their daily fare - help me see the unblighted sweetness beneath the base material calumny loaded onto their poor shoulders. Favour me in divorcing my life from those bourgeois cunts who, in being entranced by money, cause pain, mutilation and hideous death in distant strangers and their children. Lord, contemptible wretch and sinner that I am, better that a solitary light should be suffered to shine in the pitch blackness of defeat than evil take a victory’. Now having lifted my head from the brimming trough, let’s get on with this. C. Foremost, one notices in any attempt to uncrucify God the patent inconsistency, minimally speaking, between the sheer force of suffering and the amiguity inherent in opposing it. One could theorize that sheer force is usually a quantitative other, in that its effects are conditioned by the real value implicit in the negativity of death. Hence, the consequences thereof - deprivation, price, inadequate supply, corruption, robbery, murder and so forth - reduce down to the predication of death for others, rather than death for one’s own (with the ultimate maintenance and survival of one’s own ego as the central pivot of this theory). This is, of course, the general underpinning of the ‘economics of deprivation’, an insane farrago vastly prevalent, in which millions aren’t advised not to breed, so as to stiffen the idea that deprivation is a quantifiable and objective force. Behind all this ‘nightmarish everydayness’ is a pliable theory of death - i.e. - death is preferable in others, and it is the quantitative enforcement of this via power politics which engenders “necessity” in that direction. This “necessity” of surplus self-supply, conquest etc controverts God’s contribution to economic theory (viz) Christ Almighty took out the negativity assumed for death. Therefore, given the ‘radicalized ontology’ implicit in this reversal, the means of visiting death on others should be erased (1): because it usurps the prerogative of the one Who mastered death and Who ultimately controls it (2): and because life is death and death is true life. Hence, the aforementioned ambiguity, with its variegated responses divided between the presumptuous controllers (of death) and its ‘all-consuming inevitability’ through Him. ‘Stave it off they may and arrange its attached suffering they do’, but the reception in death - contingent upon previous actions - is its essential significator. It is this state-of-affairs that 170 becomes the key to uncrucifixion or not, linked into ‘mysterious’ possibilities of horror and punishment. Hence, there is no coin that can bribe Charon of the Styx, but only the realization that money is ultimately worthless. Given this standpoint it is obvious that much of the objectivity of suffering is conditioned by vice and criminality, in that the ‘game of death’ issues from the hands of a killing elite, which generates conditional (enforceable) “necessities” against the divinity of freedom enjoined on man by God Himself. There is thus an immediate division of response between direct or indirect collusion in enforcing death - with relevant degrees of responsibility - and ontological (deific) rebellion against this enforcement - with no collusion whatever in death-dealing and usurpatory milieux. Furthermore, it is obvious that politics is the ‘game of death’ played through other guises, and that in consequence politics is anti-God in reality, however much He might appear as part of the touted imagery of the manifest circus of justice and retribution, right and retaliation, and so forth. Fortunately, the Almighty stands of Himself and refuses to be roped in where the vicious shit of politics is concerned, but there is no doubt whatsoever that He is ‘mightily interested’ in the goings-on of conspiratorial cliques and murderous cabals. What use an expensive funeral, surrounded by mutant (criminal) garbage, when the recipient is already frying on a demon’s griddle, fuelled by the shit of evil? If anyone supposes they are going to get away with the least immoral action, let me remind them ‘it ain’t so’, as Christ Almighty reigns with the totality of real power, compared to which stinking empires & temporal power- pyramids are but mere phenomena, subject to the death they dispense and capable of absolute disintegration. All power-pyramids - save one only - are rooted in the fabric of flesh and its concomitant lie, viz, that man is really human. It is a question of what one dies as - His or not - that determines the content of death. However, this ‘content’ breakes through on this side of the divide, and so what one becomes can be attained largely before physical demise. Those who truly know Him here below have been initiated through actual death back into Heavenly places, only to return to point out the possible extreme consequences of f***ing God about. I would not do it for overlordship of all the world and the rewards thereof - power, riches, estates and erotic beauty - because the one guy nobody in their right mind would want as an enemy is that guy. Existence is in a state of ideational havoc, ruled over by preening dummies and twisted nonentities, who actually believe they command the whirlwinds to go forth and the nebulae to shine, even when they cannot command obedience from their own bowels, which burst for the chewing worm and insinuating centipede. What crass bastards of the void they are who receive idolatry from massed cretins, who - on that beautiful and cruel day - will be all exposed to their own total gaze, as they are now before the Lord God Omnipotent. They can run, but they cannot hide. Anyway, let’s re-enter the intellectual pipeline and look at some of the implications implicit so far. My idea of ‘mimesis via surrogation’ is not that of simply copying by an alternative form or imitation by standing for something 171 else, as it cannot be reduced to the sort of nonsensical criteria found in the corpus Aristotelicum. Nor am I making reference to the assuming of personae, as is, for example, readily available in sexuality. Rather, I am talking about becoming the content of and-or emobodied personification of (first by an energetic intake and, second, by further divinity). Naturally, I am using the idea of ‘to personify’ in its fully enthused & metamorphic sense. One can give examples of this to distinguish it from qualitative imitation or exemplarism or approximations to mime or to the wearing of a mask - the Etruscan phersu or Greek persona. ‘Possessed by the spiritus of a deity’ is nearer - as long as one recognizes the deity doing the possessing is one’s real self. More accurately, not-God- becoming-God gives us a meaningful way in. Thus, as the flesh metamorphosizes it reveals the imago Dei or god, or as the mirror of the soul is cleansed it reveals God, or deification ensues when the spotless mirror reflects the God-man etc. Now what I’m doing is putting in critical metamorphs before post-deificational ascents, whilst maintaining theoretical objectives centred on the Super-Essential Christ. My strategy is always looped into Christ’s highest height and total identity, because only He is my Master. One of the critical metamorphs is, obviously, lower-order derangement - i.e. - the vaunted helmet of insanity (as worn by any of the fallen) gives immediate insight into all who do not know Christ ( .. and by know Christ I mean actually & not at a distance by reading, hearing words, merely thinking, and so forth). Fortunately - unlike most of the earthly race - I know how to take it off. However, when Christ Himself wore this helmet - read: the world or that which became the crown of thorns - its insanity maximized as God was killed for blasphemy, and God was killed for making Himself God. My quest here is to speculate and surmise as to what conditions would prevail with His return, so on the one hand I embody the distorted observer of manifold possibilities - helmet on - and, on the other, I ascend as a metamorphic theoretician, open to the pristine figurings out of the Super-Trinity - helmet off. Naturally, there are huge ontological snags in this adventurous endeavour (but, at least, God is the magnificent adventure, which is endlessly more than can be said for other peaks). One such ‘minor snag’ - a true thorn - is when I become the Super-Trinity - then all those things which cannot be known (which can never be known, say the greatest Greek theologians, not even in risen eternity), all those things which cannot be known inside the ousia become known and comprehensible. From the earthly here - helmet on - one might be forgiven for saying they become ‘incomprehensibly comprehensible’, or - to labour the point - ‘comprehensibly incomprehensible’; but from the Heavenly there one is not sure whether the helmet is on or off. The possibilities are to the point: if I think it is off and it is on, then I am generating a mutant or insane Almighty; if I think it is on and indeed it is, then I am caught in a deificational nightmare; and if I think it is on when it is not at all, then I am a deluded Almighty. Finally, however, if I think it 172 is off and surely enough it is, then the ousia He communicates must indicate that the enhypostatic Christ is other, with no ousia involved - a flawless, peerless, perfect contradiction - or it is the I of the I Am Who sits amongst you. Now you understand the background of the ‘noble flight’. Immediately one thinks of what His intellect had to cope with when the helmet was off, not only when He took it off on earth - something I know of - but also when He ascended before the Resurrection. He must have become the Super-Essential Christ - thus not my identity - as is both orthodox and proper. But the paradox is fulfilled when I cannot tell the difference between us super-essentially. To enforce the difference I embrace eroticism fully on every lower level, but the metamorph I introduce is deific sexuality to enforce it on every higher level. This is the non-identity testing the identity, with its eye on the least ascription of not-God by ousia. In reality, of course, there has to be orthodoxy beyond orthodoxy, in which (further) glorious region Christ is the ‘uncrucified answer’. Hence, given the complexity of these arrangements and combinatorial facets, one is immediately confronted with the question of the continuity of ‘pain on the down’. As I’ve outlined objective “necessities” to some extent via the ‘knock-on effects’ of others - it is non-gods who create necessity - it only remains essential to query the emotional foundation within, as suffering is crucially about feeling emotion. So, then, let’s indicate ‘emotion’ - Ln. exmovere - to move out/away - as flesh involving neuromuscular, cardiovascular, respiratory, hormonal etc and mental energy, as if we could hope for constructive insights into its ‘theoretical lair’. Assuming that sarx is an alien predicate of soma - an alias of the god - it is not difficult to arrive at a few provisional results. Likewise, if one combined ‘homoiosis/anhomoiosis’, ‘soma/sarx’, ‘god/man’ (etc) into various arrangements, one could affirm or deny tensions as correlates of pain and-or pleasure, making for oneself as it were an ‘abacus of feelings’ or ‘primitive calculator’. I tend to think that in the temporal zone we ‘work through’ or ‘undergo’ these combinatorial facets. ‘Necessitarianism’ is usually nothing other than feeling that a fundamental within, allied with a fundamental without, cannot be changed. Further, this fundamental tends to be a negative complex - e.g. - agony. Agony is sometimes a strong form of motivation, and it can certainly be looked at in terms of ‘uncrucifixion or not’. To my mind, the only way of negating agony is ontological or transfigurational transcendence, but one thereby attempts to bring back formulae capable of dispersing pain. One lives these post-deific experiences as optimal forms of homeostasis, excitation and discharge as best one can, in a state of mobile experimentation - thus, for example, I find my erotic life is conditioned by pleasurable excess ‘in some respects’, but its preconscious (emotional) framework is only learned through its continuity. Gauging limitations is also implicit in it, unless one engages in a creative journey into ultra-(hyper)-sex - alias deific sex - which, as something entirely unknown to the fallen, changes the conditions of limits. To be f***ed by the risen Mary 173 Magdalene is something else. These, then, are all played back to emotional sounding-boards, if only because we learn deific feelings experientially. However, it is the pain of temporal feelings one matches against or with God Almighty, especially as He both underwent and overcame agony as such. His agonies become ours by concurrence, at least to a requisite and, no doubt, lesser degree, but evil fails to feel the agonies of others, especially those whose agonies it causes. Let us take two ‘pain types’, viz, the man who, in having suffered little, feels pain as a certain quantitative stimulus, and the man who, in having suffered much, feels pain as a certain quantitative restimulus. The first man receives a quantity of pain of equal amount to the second, say, a blow to the head, and says to himself that this hurts me more than it does him, because I’ve less resistance. The second says to himself that this hurts me more than it does him, because I’ve already received bruises. (Or ‘pain without conditioned pain hurts more than added pain’ versus ‘pain with added pain hurts more than simple pain’). One could argue equally, or so it would seem, for both cases, but in effect I will argue along the following lines: the quantity of pain received by the second man hurts less than that received by the first man because the cumulative amount is greater. Or ‘pain-thresholds attained assimilate painful stimuli as lesser forces’. Thus, pain is seen as a relation in its own terms, which signals its ‘multiple ambiguity’. One could argue about resistances, increased stimuli, cut-out points, and so on, but I am not intent on building a theoretical structure. Rather, I am seeking to undo the a prioris of pain in a manner similar to Nietzsche in his fecund analysis of resentment, based on frustration and weak revenge. One could, of course, argue that a denoument is impossible if the exact constituents of a theoretical structure are missing. This is not true, since the supreme dictator of pain is God. “Human beings” - for such they presume themselves to be, whilst it is my mission to teach them they are not - “human beings”, those who in fact are not human outside Heaven, are enfleshed in mutant form: consequently, all unHeavenly acts here below (on earth) objectify as mutations. Everything is a freak except deific prayer. Man cannot define the limits of ‘humanitas’, because the idea of a ‘human being’ is self-contradictory. ‘Being’ is not a predicate of fallen man - it is a high mystery made worthless in God: God is the high mystery of God, and neither ‘being’ nor ‘non-being’ is important to God: ‘being’ is important in God only insofar as He is the human being. Whatever being is or is not does not equate with God - God equates minimally with the perfectly human: the imperfectly human is not human, but mutant. God can manifest Himself as greater than any reality, and Christ revealed non-mutation as human life by demonstrating Godhead. Everything not-God is mutant - therefore, in the lower prosopic displays (in the removal of masks of flesh of subhumanity) freakiness manifests itself, as unHeavenly ugliness, warp and horrific modality. This form of display passes as divinity manifests itself, when the sublime beauty of Heaven impinges thru’ ascendant faces. However, this beauty is capable of becoming 174 cruciform, especially as mutants hanged God up on nails and ropes. This agony inflicted on Godhead gives us the highest coordinate of pain, as it expands pain beyond the mereness of fallen humanity ( .. it is humanity that fell into the inhuman). The lowest coordinate of pain is that ‘without God’. Hence, I am suggesting that, in forcing pain into Godhead, the crime of its deadly maneouvrability set up a new totalitarian ideal, whose ricochet effects are begrudging permitted by the Almighty. Mutation sets pain that far above to reign - the hoisting of God in agony is its pinnacle: above that there is cessation and the painlessness of Heaven. In other words, the ‘game of death’ and its corollaries - hideous accidents, tortures, mutilations - is of cosmic intent, in that mutant gods - “humans” - maintain the responsibility for the mainstay of intense agony that they inflict on themselves. All of ones’ worst nightmares made into daylight (made become true) happened in Christ Almighty - every rotten loss came home to roost, as the mutants dictated agony, pain and suffering into the heart of innocence. This butchered bastard (with no subhuman father), Whose love was too exquisite, intelligent and true, was and is the solution to pain. This God died in darkness to Himself. “They told men they loved Me and they slaughtered Me”. Ergo, what they do against love defines agony. “Here I hang like bleeding shit: kindly uncrucify Me O you f***ing scum that hurt Me. All I ever did was love you: is this the price of love, that I should take in & take on your every demented and deranged thought? Thought is not abstract - it is the breaking flesh of wounds inflicted & the fat shit of smearing hate: thought is the lie wielding power & thought is deific mutation. Here I go, beyond the ultimate agony you can inflict, beyond the ultimate agony I can endure, into realms of Satan’s nightmares - which, in your world, is mere nightmare or something untowards, happening now to someone else, the joy of the suffering other. I will enter in as a destroyed human, and, as you wish, the destroyed God Almighty - zenith and target of all destructions, those wished, those achieved - so that your every nightmare will come true in Me, rather than in yourselves. What do I have to do to be worthy of being God Almighty? If you would reign in My stead, then you must love in and beyond the pits of hell, and - worse - love more than yourself as Christ Almighty. I am the God Who exacts two commands - love Me above all others & love others as you love yourself - but I obey loving others more than I, as love Almighty, love Myself. I Who Am love & Almighty love love others more than Myself. I live for you, die for you, go to hell for you - I made Heaven for you. If you think I do not control, over- power and make-easy ‘all of it’, you are sadly mistaken. As Christ Almighty I became the nonentity, refuse and bloody-rag of you. I walk on the water of your tears & raise light from the animated corpse of your mutation. I Am He Who brings you from the living death of earth ( .. a veritable sty of mass imbecility and shuddering horror) up into contingent realms, immaculate in their becoming empowerment, beyond schematic fantasy, into the pure truth of My omnipotent intelligence”. 175 It always strikes me as something profoundly insane when individuals place authority before - thus above - the Almighty. One sees innumerable psychological shifts or ‘evasions into’ authoritarian form, via propitiation and subservience, as individuals collude in the denigration of ecstacy and the elevation of others as Moloch. Even f***ing - least in the hierarchy of heart, intellect and groin - is levelled sideways into unfreedom, because its spiritual power is degraded by erroneous ‘dynamics of forces’. Most sexual personae - that is, embodied fantasies - veer towards idolatry in that personae evade prosopa, and thus they negate the god and goddess relating. Ecstacy is the going into of another’s deity, as heart and intellect conjoin: hence, only divinized (deific) love secures true gratification, in that its fabulous freedom enhances the release of further (beautiful) prosopa. Ecstacy unmasks personae in revealing their source, and it is evidently impossible to achieve the zenith of pleasure without knowing the imago Dei. It is the Almighty Who prepares the high redoubts of ecstacy, and it is He Who permits the voluptuous plenitudes of fulfilment. F***ers who do not possess the ‘combinatorial codes’ into these plenitudes engage in sham eroticism, in which the trivial flushings of a mere totemic enfigurement replace the majestic ascendancy of loving lust. Consciousness is capable of expansion even before it meets prosopic life, because consciousness is a composite of powers. The correct release of these powers is a threat to mutant control, viz, control over slaves of fallen earth, which constantly seeks to outlaw the Almighty’s entelechia - intellectual reality - by confusing it with bogus representation, pathological and criminal reference, vicarious symbolization, and so forth. Mutancy always wears the helmet of insanity, and from its own viewpoint it pronounces others “sane” or insane. Mutants are always insane ( .. the world is insane) to the degree that they think themselves human. “Humans” are deranged immortals who live in a spatio- temporal madhouse constructed outside of Heaven. This madhouse harbours vicious monstrosities on the basis of fallen commonality. Its occupants secure their own “sanity” by recognizing the obviously insane as other, when in fact they are ‘species extensions’ of themselves - similia similibus percipientur. The obviously insane are extrinsic manifestations of the intrinsicality of the “sane”, because true sanity is a predicate of Heaven. Madness is not part of the ‘human condition’ - rather, the ‘human condition’ is madness. If one truly deconstructs the subject, the insane idea of a ‘human being’ disintegrates. “Human logic” draws inferences from the constructed insanity of the “human being” as a premiss. The Aristotelian crime of philosophy is the massive, erroneous lie and unchecked & uncriticized assumption implicit in the idea ‘x is human’. Sane immortals have descended as insane mortals and, in consequence, all fallen knowledge shields mortal pretense. Accurately stated, ‘there are x’s pretending to be human’, when both subject and object are ontological impossibilities. Assume it is impossible to make an impossibility possible - hence, the attempt by mutants displaced from Heaven to construct the foundations of humanity is 176 impossible. From an insane ontology - that of mortalization - lower beings follow. The illogicality of mortal logic is based in the ontological mutancy of the subject. Humans are not really human but mutant immortals with their heads voluntarily fastened in the spatio-temporal helmet of insanity. Man is really theanthropos - a god - and “humans” are insane theanthropoi. When the gods confine themselves to spatio-temporality, insanity results: gods conform to the madhouse of the world. Yet when God Almighty put on this helmet, He exposed and shattered its internality. In indicating the not-God of earthly authority - hence its aberrant inhumanity - Christ raised up against Himself insane and murderous opposition. The sons of Cain are death-dealing mutants ( .. immortals gone mad) who rule the world under the vicious hegemony of Satan - they rule the world because they cannot rule Heaven. ‘Normality’ is but one thin guise they don in pursuit of nefarious objectives, but the deific armour of immaculate light they cannot wear. Consequently, when mortality ceases - brief as the flicker of a firefly, short as the breath of a snorting buffalo - they will face the rage of God Almighty astride the thunderous whirlwinds of the bottomless and fiery pit. D. But let’s turn back to the more immediately pertinent subject of eroticism. ‘Humans’ have recourse to sexual personae as stimuli, because individuals are trapped by the ‘alternation of masks’. In consequence, extraneous desire cannot settle and-or find satisfaction in individuation, as the principium individuationis is inherently unstable. The groin generates fantasies in a futile attempt to deindividuate itself, as it is always driven towards a spurious form of universality. Personae are sexually based masks caught in unfreedom, condemned to replicate individuation. Fantasies produce children who produce fantasies - and these are links in the spatio-temporal chain which partializes, individuates, particularizes and negates universality. To experience true universality it is necessary to supercede individuated personae by the manifestation of prosopa. As this is a spiritual showing-forth, the individual ego lifts into the noetic intelligibility of faces, as the all of humanitas appears without spatio-temporal restriction. In this way, via the energy of the Holy Ghost, one is deindividuated by universally manifesting all faces, or the faces of everyone. Every name in history - bar one - is the I’s becomingness as the I’s plurality is attained. The ‘bar one’ is the Almighty’s extraneity, in the character, rôle and capacity of His own intrinsic identity. Obviously, humanitas as a universal is the genus homo - its mortalization - in its capacity of something entirely subject to negation. Or, in other words, the concrete individual - subject, ego, that which is commonly and mistakenly referred to as ‘human’ - is only “human” below surpassing itself as a base mutant. It is the process of immortalization which brings forth the truly human - after passing through all forms of individuation it exits the universally fallen, then becomes divine. However, even as a generalized 177 entity - ‘humanitas manifesting prosopically’ - insane residues adhere to mankind, if only because man does not reduce to any composite (or dynamic) of fallen life other than insanity. Insanity is only negated by the divine manifesting above this dynamic ( .. insanity is, as it were, sloughed off with fallen manhood). Only divine love is sane, and ‘love’ below this is connected to the commonality of eroticism. Eroticism - wants, drives, wishes, instincts etc - is characterized in mankind by imperfection and adverse longings, as it attempts to shed its burdens. Its burdens, however, cannot be shed unless divestment on the deific perpendicular is truly experienced. All true inference is essentially experiential, but inferential ‘suprastructures’ which do not lead to divinization as such - thus to Christ Almighty as such - are quite useless, or merely the trappings of mortalizing processes. True inference translates the organic in negating ‘down flesh’ by metamorphic becoming, whereas false inference maintains the earthing of flesh. Truth is thus anti-philosophical in the divine sense of voiceless discourse - in metamorphosis light talks in reshaping flesh, whilst philosophical argumentation is conditioned by the “humanity” it presumes to include, and which it presumes to investigate as a non-metamorph. “Humanity” investigating humanity which does not exist on its level, on its low level, is caught in a vicious circle. Alternatively, if the “human” assumes the negation of its own “humanity”, it does so “humanly”, and thus it generates the contradiction of itself. The route beyond this impasse is only possible when God Almighty lifts the noeta - faces of light - into zones beyond the limiting universality of earth’s fallen race. In these unspeakably glorious extra- dimensions of deific splendour one finds the company of gods and goddesses: consequently, the intelligence communicated here is of an ‘order’ magnificent in its high holiness, as it is illuminated by Christ’s intellect. Yet back to deific sexuality - alias ultra- or hyper-sex. This brings out the god or goddess, so it is only achievable in great love. There are many mysteries inherent in it which I cannot begin to explain (or describe): it is the mighty oceanic depths of behemoth and gigantic squid voicing its roaring power through the dry throat of a sand-dweller, never having seen or tasted water: it is that which the fallen gods crave for in resolute opposition to it, and that which they have enfleshed themselves against: it is that which murderous pedophilic cannibals search for in defleshed entrails (etc): but perhaps I can best attempt inadequate description in saying it is f***ing in spiritual multiplicity, found singly in the assimilative object of one’s love, the fulfilling of beauteous heights in the sexual psyche in the all of surpassed desires. As words are inadequate cyphers they can only merely impinge on realities experienced beyond spatio- temporal conditions: they are meant to be deifically experienced, not verbally divulged. Extraneous (surplus) lusts are realizable diversely gathered into deified prosopa. All desired personae can be f***ed into a noetic heart and a groin determined thereby. Whatever the living formulae for this is, it is certainly relevant in many contexts, especially as man tends to descend towards the 178 ‘magnetic gridiron of the flesh’, no doubt to be tormented anew. Sex murderers and other aggravated and frustrated monsters peel flesh in a futile hunt for ultra-sex. Sadists vent their fury at not finding it, and masochists receive fury for the same reason ( .. both punish the lost god in themselves and others). Obviously then, it seems best to keep in one’s mind the knowledge that ultra-sex is known only through reciprocal love in Christ Almighty, and that powerful urges are squandered outside of such love. Monstrosity is merely “human normality” at a fallen extreme - they are all like that in degrees. All sexuality which refutes His immortalizing grace - thus actual deification - is rooted in problematic dissatisfaction. Mortalization is the mortality in the living death of the fallen - its generalization is the insanity subsisting outside Heaven, prevalent everywhere except in the oases of the Holy Ghost. The fallen gods are terribly weakened, and thus they are open to spiritual evil. Only God is sane and those truly in Him (hence, they are a threat to the ‘world order’ and its vested interests, whereas the viciously and murderously insane are not - indeed, they are an essential part of it, merely regarded as “other” or “different”, but really profoundly useful in coordinating and serving “humanity”). It is because the fallen gods have no qualms in exploiting horror, using it for their own ends, participating in it directly or otherwise, that ‘the moral’ are so sickening. The pretense of being other than mutant garbage is the mainstay of the ‘respectable elements’ in any regime. This form of separatism, distinction or difference is an attempt by not-gods-in-God to gain kudos and advantage over other mutants. The fallen share the same not-God despite arranged differences in earthly hierarchies - they have the same indifference to mass graves and the wretched butchery that fills them: as long as they themselves are not hideous victims, vaginas disembowelled by sharpened sticks, penises razored off, as long as they are not splattered by vitriol and battery-acid, they continue with other variations in atrocious behaviour, looking after themselves as if not-God is a permanent state. Evidently, mutants die daily by ‘unnatural seepage’ - vile accidents and events apparently arbitrary and chaotic ( .. hell has a foothold on earth) stalk mutants and scythe them down: then they will become gods or goddesses again, seeing the rotten lives - if that was the case - they inhabited far below, ruthless, profoundly stupid, greedy, selfish etc making them worthy of God’s exacting judgment. This is inevitable and no amount of pushing aside the Almighty will make not-God prevail. There is a theory, put forward by Protestant cretins, that Christ was crucified as a substitute for us, which implies we are worthy of God’s wrath, that is, each of us should receive crucifixional horror as something deserved for our sins (read: crimes). This theory implies that the punishment of expulsion from an earthly paradise was inadequate - it was, as it were, a first installment - whilst greater punishment awaits. This is, of course, a vilification and travesty of the Almighty, as it casts Him in the rôle of a merciless and sadistic executioner - in fact, it makes Him one with those satanic mutant 179 bastards who reign on earth, exacting massive, bloody vengeance - but with the gory twist that He turns such ‘just hate’ on Himself. That such a God is used by twisted priests to intimidate and tame fallen man is itself horrific - further, it is inefficacious in the extreme, either as zombified obedience or as a mechanism reinforcing (through inevitable lapses in this process) a foreordained damnation. What this process does, of course, is to elevate its ideologists into God’s ‘just’ executioners via a self-righteous interpretation of His will. Worse, it makes transfigurational transcendence - metamorphosis and deification, which Christ Almighty lived and died for - irrelevant, useless and unnecessary. Instead of a God Who welcomes His deified sons and daughters into Heaven during life (loving them on earth and during their return), we are presented with a self- righteous priest writ large via a mutant projection. Salvation thus becomes frigid/rigid obedience with God met after physical death: the real gods in the meantime - those who know Christ Almighty, who visit Him in entering Heaven during the earthly sojourn - are marginalized, vilified, not heard etc, whilst those who tout a ‘viciously just’ God - merciless, threatening, inaccessible and, in fact, one Whose vile reputation would delight Satan and frighten off intelligent searchers among the lost gods - these cretins shore up earthly regimes as the ‘moral guardians’ of horror. These modern Pharisees, respected for their knowledge of God, occupy vicarages and parishes everywhere, but they do not know God. As enemies of deification they are, like the ancient Pharisees, Christ’s enemies - thus, they have no holy power, no energies of increate ecstacy, no manifest delight and no true gnosis. As part of the political process in which mutant earthlings substitute themselves for Deity - one need only think of a rabid torturess like Elizabeth I posing in place of the Holy Mother of God - they will reap what they sow. Their “knowledge of God” is spurious, false, base and vile, but they influence large audiences amongst their own kind. Through offices and lectureships, through emoluments and preferments, through rimming and arse- lapping “superior” subhumans and not-God, they guide their vacuous lives through soporific stupors and lead others into earthly acquiescence. What vile idiots the world produces - I intend to be there when divine reality shreds them & rips their lying shit to pieces. They think themselves so f***ing marvellous ..... 180 Notes etc to G.P. There is no way I can give a concise account of my spiritual history - history penetrating purest Heaven!? - but the early events were sequenced or developmental. Looking back over 30 years it appears evident that the run-up & consequences were orchestrated from above. It is virtually impossible to talk of consistency in the supra-sensible, but the experiences were interlocked, internally continuous & divinely connected, and thus they followed one another upwards to the Almighty. As the Almighty is hyper-alive, schematic depiction (imaging) begins regularly to falter, because it is capable of instant change. Depiction is like painting water, and the difference lies between this and walking on it - between an aggravated impossible and a possible impossibility. The early days were full of astounding miracles, one after another, but I suspect much was laid down - permitted to happen - to bring about incredible consequence. My first struggles soon included Suze - we entered Heaven together on most occasions, but my mentality had been shaped by depth studies in psychology, philosophy, mathematics and logic. These subjects were re-arranged by vast ‘upward immersions’ in the anomie of divine fire, and conditioned by uninstructed struggle. My ‘religious education’ came from going in and searching the heights. There was no wallchart, index or guide-book, but I was motivated totally by wanting to find out ‘what it was all about’. There is a great picture by Gauguin (1897) titled Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going? This echoes an ode by Frederick II of Prussia (1758) to an Earlmarshall, containing the lines Where do I come from? Who am I? Where am I going? That’s the spur for a true intellectual warrior who must, thus, meet Almighty God. In my life I have felt ‘alright’ (okay) for 4-5 seconds - precisely when the Master stepped into me from behind: this is seeing God face to face. In those few moments I knew how Christ felt on earth. Words like sinless, perfect, innocent etc are inadequate as description, unless one becomes them. This kind of truth then is meaningless unless He embodies one or one embodies His energy, and this involves deific becoming. Becoming is not a simple transposition: it is a sort of disparate ‘fitting together’ of diverse (incomplete) powers. Thus, there is no ‘personal identity’, ‘human identity’, or even ‘identity’, because diversity is its negation. Deific becoming negatively adds heights to altered identity - ‘negatively’ because lower forms of (false) identity are relinquished, and ‘adds’ because the identity given in ascents is so far partial. To put it another way: the diverse composites I became - and thus am - geared into ontological history, the re-arrangement and diminution of temporal form, the divinization and alteration of hyper-infinite spatial dimension (&c) - and that is just for starters. And never mind the ‘arcane mathematical life’ - the mathematics is alive!! - proper to these unique domains, where new infinities calibrate the psyche. I had a thing about new infinities in my youth, and used to wonder why intellectuals had never set up schools for their study. Schools of 181 logic and philosophy, yes - everywhere in antiquity, but not one school ever throughout human history, in any land or culture, dedicated to marshalling all information known about something of absolutely crucial importance. There should be a department of the infinite with its own professors (thankyou so much), a mammoth computer and mega-budget, run by true theologians, with the world’s finest mathematicians doing as they’re told. I spent 10 years creating a Non-Cantorian set theory, in which pristine, innovatory infinite languages mapped into new infinities, only to have, on the one hand, the deadpan ignorance of bland academic bureaucrats (bourgeois obeyers) stuffed down my throat, and, on the other, a most beautiful reception from my Lord and God, Who understood where no-one else did, and Who, I fondly imagine, had my formulae emblazoned on pillars of amethyst above the deathbeds of mathematicians, so that when they depart to Glory they will receive an immaculate eyeful. However, in the meantime, where was I? Higher mathematics, correctly understood, passes over into real theology. If you ever find a mathematician (no doubt, without difficulty at Oxford) who fails to perceive His majestic presence, you’ll know for sure the mathematical results will be hogwash. They might appear right, correct, indisputable (&c), but mathematics properly penetrated leads to the divine, as a sort of self-abrogating activity. The study of mathematics tries to take its objects from tertium exclusi and an appearance of determinativeness - Begrenzheit - based on imperfect perceptions and extrapolations thereof. Mathematics, however, jiggers up entities beyond logic or numbers which display insolubilia, and mathematicians are uncertain as to whether creativity or discovery supervenes: as they cannot prove creativity, they believe they are engaged in discovery; but I would suggest mathematics tries to screen out deity. Creativity requires ‘not existing beforehand’, so how can mathematicians generate number out of nothing (alias rank zero)? How can a mathematician command nothing to obey, or call forth the being of number out of that which has no number? As an alternative, they suppose number is necessarily found via entailment from an obvious ground: whence does this come (and why), they have no idea. Despite themselves, with screens to the fore, mathematicians still mock up or crudely simulate deity: how can they not when that is what they should be? The gods, so to speak, bury themselves under layers of incomprehensibility in infinitum, with comporting or professing decipherment etched as their gravemarks: it is the gods who subscribe to this death in abstracto, literally killing the spirit of deity in the process. The mathematical discoverer - in fact, theoreticians in general - must always be behind theoretical ‘far reaches’, maintaining screens against deific metamorphosis. Mathematical theory is thus development against divinity: what should be destroyed is become a bulwark against the Almighty: in place is built a deliberate ceiling of anti-god, propped up by the gods appearing as humans. So, either as creator or discoverer, the theorist embodies impossible power 182 coordinates, based on he knows not what & going he knows not where, viz, ‘not- being as the source out of which something arises’. The theorist is permanently eight-balled in inching towards what constantly retracts. As creator or discoverer, neither position is tenable (nor both simultaneously), because they core into impossible stultification. One could make the point no improvement occurs if mathematics is booted up to the Almighty - except He is capable of commanding infinite material as a plaything, and empowering nullities with hyper-life, and creating other regions of awesome dimensionality. The obvious question which arises is: what is the difference between forms of non-being? Thus between relative and rank zero (our old friends me on and ouk on)? Is man the former wrapped round the latter? If so a central axis for man does not exist, as is implied by Leontius of Byzantium at the Vth Oecumenical Synod (AD553), by a strict interpretation of the doctrine of creatio ex nihilo. Therefore - teasing it out - anhypostaton man or man unpersonalized by negated divinity cannot identify with rank zero, because relative zero acts as a break on his central abyss. This simplified is to say the Almighty can command relative nothing to stand forth out of absolute nothing. Well, evidently, absolute nothing is absolutely impossible (if the impossible can be absolute, that is), if only because it interferes with the ubiquity of absolute power. So, it further appears, anhypostaton man is two ‘shades’ - aspects, modes - of relative zero. What is this - two shades of nothing relative to each other? How can there be gradations in zero to define anhypostasis? Thus, in referring to your question regarding the mystery of polyhypostasity - “does this extend beyond the Tri-Unity of the divine hypostases?” - I thought, jokingly, to clue you in to the mystery of polyanhypostasity. A charming darling, Polly Ann, which leaves us encumbered with myrio-anhypostasity, a concept rooted in the multiplication of dyadic and graded nonentities. I suppose one could assert, between bursting out laughing, that the mere contradiction of this would result in myrio-hypostasity, but I’m almost afraid to say: the negation of myrioanhypostasity is not myriohypostasity. Before we proceed to this methinks I have to provide you with my view of mathematics per se - ‘pure’, as it includes ‘applied’. Unlike the moderns - or the ancients, come to think of it - I started by thinking of logic as part only of mathematics, using the simple idea that logic is a form equivalent of tertium exclusi and its ‘permutables’, whereas mathematics as conceived by me includes the negation of tertium exclusi. Identity is thus rendered as an emergent possible, never as a determinate. Perhaps I can show you what I’m getting at by an example. The Pythagoreans saw number as derivatives of ‘the one’, as if multiplicity was imbedded therein. Now because I’ve always considered ideas of ‘the one’ as ousia-cognates, I’ve always ruled them out of the higher court of mathematics ( .. ousia-cognates belong to logic and they are, therefore, subordinate and inferior to mathematical entities). The concept ‘one’ - with ‘unum’ and ‘esse’ - is to my mind the greatest con and deliberate error in 183 philosophical history. This is obvious if one considers Tri-Unity as the greatest premise of argument. If one argues from an ‘earthly determinate’, the (fallen) laws of logic operate automatically; and if they are allowed to do so, then severe (antinomial) stultification is the result in mathematical foundations. The foundations of mathematics, especially in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, foul up because tertium exclusi for the finite case is considered as absolute, whereas in reality even tertium exclusi for the infinite case is not an absolute. The •DPZ of mathematics and every contingent form - from contingent being and modality and basic cognition - is the negation of tertium exclusi and its ‘permutables’, especially contradiction and reflexivity (thus identity) in the infinite case. God is superior to number, and thus He is not a rational projection - shades of the mighty heathen, Aristotle - but Lord Omnipotent, the I Am that I Am, before Whom myriads of negated and affirmed hyper-infinities are struck dumb as the fathomless abyss, and before Whom battalions of archangels, seraphs, cherubs, angels and the very gods at His table are amazed, astonished and delighted. Now if we - along with the great cretin, Augustine of Hippo - suppose the imago Dei to be a reductionist (finite) form of an infinite God, we are then placed in the quandary of an unbridgeable hiatus between two dissimilar ontological orders. God is, so to speak, much too large for us, and He leaves us with the schematic-intellectual problem of comparing and contrasting the impossibility of finitude with the greater impossibility of infinitude. This would negate deification and it is, in fact, typical of secular thought with grounds in pagan norms, much of it purportively Christian. It is quite evident in my experience ‘there are more fools than wise men (thus the majority is always wrong)’, which is why they predominate and dominate all institutions, with the possible exception of a monastery or two - hopefully - and the odd oasis of holy light here and there. Mediocrity recognises itself in the mirror of others - we live in a mediocracy always, contrary to the vaunted suppositions of idiotic intellectuals who hype Classical Athens, Renaissance Venice etc - and thus mediocrities raise themselves as anal projections and rule in their own excreted darkness. No goverment ever maintained itself on a policy of re-stating Eden - delimiting pain, agony, suffering and horror - because leadership in an extrinsic sense is always at someone’s expense ( .. certainly at the expense of those who do not concur in its earthly delusions). Nietzsche said the State is the mother of all lies, but in fact it is the summation of a goat-like - heels in - collective, conspiring to uphold the one primal lie, even slaughtering to maintain it, viz, mankind is human. Around this demonic calumny the State builds all knowledge and all activity, bedecking the crown of mathematics - found on the brow of Almighty God - with festering growths, such as human history and the “knowledge” it purports to own. Human logic fastens man & enchains his psyche, as part of a contraption made to ensure he is bowed down below the liberating power of Christ. W.H. Auden said we all killed Christ, but at best this is confused. Christ is murdered by those humans 184 who wish to stay human, and who wish the false personae of humanitas to remain in place. ‘Forgive them, Father, they know not what they do’ is accurate at a level only, because having been made in the imago Dei man’s true nature is somewhere known to him; and it is by the maintenance of ignorance & the enforcing of humanitas on the real nature of mankind, that he is permanently, spatio-temporally and ontologically, enslaved. When I say we have all been subjected to ‘humanization’, I mean something crass, low and unnatural: Ln. humanus = Ln. homo gives rise to the apparently insuperable idea of MF. nature humain in the foulest sense. It is said ‘you cannot change human nature’, when the truth is ‘something became human and it can change back again’. It is obvious that, as God became human, much of our ontological speculation must be centred around ‘what are we that became human and whence its source?’. If we argue God became human, we immediately refer to twin loci, viz, either He became human up above and eternally and, therefore, because He cannot change, becoming is His being and He is changingly unchangeable; or He became human, down below and spatio- temporally and, therefore, because He can change, becoming is not His being and He is unchangingly unchangeable. Evidently this latter option is ‘not on’ for manifest reasons - chiefly, God would become not God by changing - so we have to consider the first option in more detail. This is approximately the scene as envisaged by Origen and confirmed by Leontius. The enhypostaton man or man in the person of God mirrors the hypostasis by eternal energy, which is precisely what Origen indicated in saying God is Creator by virtue of His eternal creation. Thus, enhypostaton man is resurrected as himself, because he is that eternal creation. (Christ Almighty taught us, that in two natures, a god is God in the divine & human in the fallen - hence, by reversing the fall, the human is divine). Man’s destiny is to become upwards in reflecting higher states of the God-head. The unions are thus prosopically human, prosopically divine, hypostatically divine-human, Triune divine-human and Super-Triune divine-human. So far so good one might think, as this can be construed as orthodox in maintaining the essence-energy distinction, viz, we remain created as our axis moves through finite ex nihilo contingencies up into eternally enhypostatised divine-manhood, but major problems ensue between the Triune and Super-Triune axis. It is here that description begins to pall, but certain thoughts spring to mind. ‘Human identity’ - for which mankind has sought in vain, because it is not in fallen man - becomes Creator-relational ( .. it is not delivered sui generis, it is not per se). One cannot call a relation an identity in a strictly logical sense. Most relations can be characterised by anything but identity. Two things identical in all respects is one thing - thus Leibniz’s law of identitas indiscernibilium - applicable typically to things and objects and abstractions. It is also a correlate of tertium exclusi and its permutables, and, thus, we should briefly look at its history. It is, in brief, a throwback to Aristotle’s methodology (genus, species and differentia via Porphyry’s Tree), which is merely the subdividing of complexes into simples. 185 This is usually based on the idea that the complex to be defined is indeed more complex than its uncompounded simples. Subdivision, however, was meant to result in the lowest species, barring an infinite regress, and thus to end with the complete description of an individual. To be an individual was to be a simple species: therefore, if two things are distinct individuals, there can be ascription to one, but not to the other, thereby making them of different species. From this ‘law’ Leibniz argued relations are reducible to properties implicit in ousiai, which is pretty obvious if one considers Aristotelian theory. One need only remark, as an aside, that the Porphyrian method is downward seeking & that it lowers the definition of man in the usual Aristotelian style. However, if one considers the idea of Creator-relational as the key to ‘human identity’, Leibniz’s law can be made to serve us, especially as we can supercede the Aristotelian esse by Tri-Unity. Tri-Unity defines individuality by anhypostaton man, and thus by anhomoiosis. The negation of individuality is accomplished by enhypostasising energy as it approximates to the esse (ousia) of Tri-Unity, and thus by homoiosis. This is obvious enough, but the seminal question is: how like is homoiosis really? Now you know I would fly genius over the firmament to proclaim God’s glory, but we have to look at this question seriously, whatever the consequences. The orthodox answer is simple: we are identical with God except for esse (= ousia = substance = etc). Wherein consists the difference? God could say, in countering usurpation, ‘you cannot be me and I you, because then I would be me and you you. Nothing would change, because you would become my me-ness’. Or: ‘if you became me, I would have to be different from that which I am: this is impossible, so you cannot become me’. But: ‘if it were possible that I could be different from that which I am - as nothing is impossible for God - then you could be me and I you’ etc., but this is, of course, only modelling ‘similarity going over’, and we can conjure many models. To me it is immediately evident that if I become the I Am that I Am, tertium exclusi is rescinded as absolute. This implies I am and am not the I am that I am, which does not make for a participable ousia ( .. because the fallen definition of ousia is ‘it is what it is and no other’). Now let us look at this closely. It asserts, in accord with Athanasius of Alexandria, that the ousia of Triune Godhead is not the ousia of Aristotle ( .. philosophy is the consequence of this latter, and it is superimposition, by the gods, of the identity of the fallen, and it is thus the falsification of God’s identity in the substitution of a philosophical esse - philosophy negates deification). Identity with the Three-in-One, with the Most Holy Trinity, is possible if that identity is superceded in the ousia by the hyper-ousia. I am superceded as Trinity by the Super-Trinity. Likeness passes over into identity as identity supercedes itself; and it is this which is the God of ever-rising-height, the moving God. Thus, the medieval (scholastic) view of God’s communicatio essentiae can be redeployed if the rigid distinction between esse and energy is transposed into a 186 higher distinction in the becoming of Godhead. Becoming or change is movement towards the moving God. The usual argument against the (Latin) idea of the communicatio essentiae is that it merges Creator and creature: but is it valid? Even if we use Athanasius’ ousia? This latter implies supercession plus the negation of identitas indiscernibilium as a fixed law - i.e. - supercession to negate correlations between Aristotle’s ousia and the restrictions of fallen logic, and the negation of identity itself. Thus, one could illustrate the latter by saying: if an energy enters the Triune Godhead (like one of the sun’s rays cored internally or tracked to its source), energy becomes essence, with the latter not changing because it always becomes super-essence. So what do you think of this: cute? quaint? head the ball? Anyway, what does enhypostasisation do to the Three-hypostaseis = persons-in-One? Given that myrioanhypostasty is generally descriptive of the fallen race, there is no way this can be the accurate imaging of risen deity ( .. in fact, the gods have designed the mirror of earth not to see themselves). Methinks, and here I speak as a visionary or one who becomes God, rather than as a fallen theoretician, myriohypostasity is ‘not on’ at all. Just because we have Athanasius’ living-God-as-ousia, the truth of the matter is: even though I’ve entered both Trinitarian and Super-Trinitarian life, I confess myself utterly and unutterably gasket-blown, confounded and awed. I can understand why virtually no theological expression attaches itself to the Super-Trinity. It gets few mentions at all - Pseudo-Dionysius, Romanos the Melodist, Gregory Palamas - perhaps Maximus or Symeon? All I can do is to relate descriptively memories of the events (unless I go there), very approximately. The experiences relate to above where I am now - God really moves - massively, so at best the description is tentative, imperfect, like all this really. Thus: I contemplated the ‘idea’ of the Super-Trinity for around 5 years, whilst frequently struggling upwards, sometimes in great power, with vast incursions of anomie ( .. ‘wildness freeing’), light and visionary energy. During this time I quite frequently ‘journeyed from above’, although, paradoxically, apparently-and-in-reality - words almost fail, but this is somewhere as accurate as I can make it - starting from earth. When one coordinate, earth, goes astray, all coordinates alter. There is thus a ‘mergent between’, the great divide of true mysticism, which is attained after the hypostatic union and-or the so-called beatific vision. Moving in from above I frequently found myself enthroned in Heaven, in which immaculate realm awesome perspectives occured, some of which I will try to articulate, though they were thought there in devastating power. Sometimes I contemplated descent out of Heaven, as an act meant to demonstrate knowing not-God for the sake of ubiquity, or as an act of ultra-cosmic humility to suffer all humans. And sometimes I contemplated Christ knowing perfection and sinlessness only (even as man), and resolved to pitch down further and deeper, if only for the love of Him and the least-last link in ubiquity. This body was thereby forged, bonded, trapped and nailed on a ‘cosmic 187 anvil’, its warrior’s helmet of gleaming and celestial fire, brighter than the burning sun, unutterably extinguished by descent, descent into the myriad-eyed seraphim and multi-winged cherubim, seeing the great archangelic sentinels silent, awed and magnificent; and thus, ultimately, birthed as the wretch of me - imperfect, sorrowed, anxious, failing and hurt, no doubt meant thereby to hunt relentlessly for Mighty Heaven and Jesus of Nazareth, its only True God. And in so hunting I found the stalwarts nowhere they were reputed to be, in the ‘church extrinsic’, but as offscourings and reviled rejects, like their Master before them. In their place I saw (and see) learned morons, careerists, time servers - etc - those who shame the sight and from whom a loving heart would shy away and weep. Sometimes the great divide is intensely problematic, much more so than penetration out of Heaven. It was here I checked out Miss A. E. coming in from above. Her prosopa were wondrously beautiful, cascading into my psyche with the hued drum-beats of light resplendent, pantherine, ancient with youth and devastating femininity, known to me in the ancient of days as a recognisable mystery. Here below she is beset with a vicious complex of pain, inserted demonically by a dirty rapist - shit of the world who, like all pimps, will burn in Christ’s fury - and which only now, after 6 months of terrible disturbance, is beginning to heal. I am having conversations with a young Jesuit novice, who mentioned the mystery of impassibility, saying that the Master and his Heavenly companions would not sit around banqueting whilst horror is visited on God’s children. The theology implicit in such an accurate statement is difficult but not impossible to understand. Waking together beyond eternity, the sons and daughters of the Most High will ‘then’ rise as they ‘now’ are, with Him in us triumphant, massive in energetic power. I sometimes command this with up- going omnipotence, and sometimes sink into furious impotence - angry, jaded, devastated and virtually defeated, with a savage total of pulverization dominant; but still I murmur my prayers between curses, and vice versa, always seeking to rise. So then, the points I’ve made can be summarized briefly in the following manner (i). the essence-energies distinction ‘disintegrates’ - does not hold - at a certain level, because essence is not susceptible to tertium exclusi. We are not dealing with an Aristotelian ousia (the phantasy of an unmoved mover) subject to fallen logic: rather, we are dealing with hyper-identity as characterised by the negation of tertium exclusi in the hyper-finite case (divine logic is not exemplified by 1 = 1, A = A etc., but by 1 = 3 hypostatically). Hence (ii). its schematic exemplarization cannot be attained ‘humanly’ (a false state and a fallen dynamic), but its embodiment can be achieved as God, the ‘highest pinnacle of achievement’ according to S. Basil. I can only hint what this means mystically, thus (iii). I am the energy which inheres in me as hyper-essence, shuttling into myself all Glory, Father of the eternally-begotten and eternally- generated, always absolutely bringing them forth from within, my second 188 hypostasis always becoming divine manhood (which became incarnate), my third hypostasis always anonymous, invisible and energy-giving: one other only was hyper-essenced and essenced (without subtraction or addition), She Whose Name I am virtually unworthy to utter: Queen and Bride of the unutterable, Virgin of immaculate being, before Whom all and everything - from Alpha to Omega - shall kneel; She for Whom I created everything to rule, and She of Whom I am the sole arche - Asherah, mine, I Who once dwelled alone, ineffable, mighty, mysterious and lonely. Head the ball! Eat the carpet! In the meantime, kiddiwink, I wish you & S. & J. a very great blessing. I’m sorry the Oxford pedants ( .. paediophiles, pederasts, etc) aren’t supplying you with the recognition and warmth you so richly deserve, but for Christ’s sake, sunshine, did you really expect them to be divinely intelligent? Personally speaking I believe the success of a man is measured by the love implicit in the company he keeps, one precious ounce of which I would not exchange for all the tea in China: the wherewithal of the entire human race - wealth, reputation, ego - is but garbage compared to the love which God bestows on those He favours. There will come the day when we are again seated with Him in the Glory of Innocence, in a perfect ending lasting forever, spellbound in the highest ecstacies, gloried and glorifying, with trillion-fold hosannahs and hallelujahs, praising, rejoicing and uttering: Hail, Thou Lion of Judah, Hail O Lord God Omnipotent, Hail to Thee O Unblemished Lamb, Hail All Hail Jesus Christ, True King of Heaven. P.S. As a means of rounding this out and whittling away the hours, I thought to add a few remarks concerning ‘archetype and image’ relative to omnipotence. Freud’s view of omnipotence is intensely restricted and is, in effect, hardly worth the name, being about fallen satisfaction - a living contradiction - rather than absolute power. Our key is the simple statement, God became man so that man could become God. Very well, this admits of a vast inflation of character into the divine: when homoiosis is complete, the image of God is fully restored - indeed, man becomes God by energy (a god), an idea and reality, which is the backbone of orthodox Christianity, something that one can experience. But what do we mean by God hereabouts? Among the logical consequences of becoming God is ‘one can create’ and ‘one can become all powerful’ (rank impossibles according to fallen perspectives & surges of the madhouse); but in my divine life I’ve sought to fuse these consequences experimentally and ‘for real’, in creating myself sui generis through BD`FTB" (and sexual personae), injecting raw power into the ghastliness of life. Technically speaking, the first part of this creativity is paradoxical on the following grounds (a): as God the Father I am increate, always ever, ingenerate etc., thus (b): only my prosopic personae as (incarnate) human can be created sui generis - the Creator creates Himself in lower descending form from higher ascending form. This is obviously pertinent for incarnate (ascensional) theology, so as to gain deific insights into the life of the Master, noting the differences I might add. What I am struggling to say might 189 now become clear: if one actually becomes God by energy, then some sort of parity with the Nazarene is actually demanded logically. His omnipotence demands my omnipotence be included, because two qualitatively different omnipotences is a nonsense. Further, if one is not omnipotent as God by energy, one is not God - deification is, therefore, a piece of ego-inflated nonsense, worthy to stand alongside the rantings of a Schreber or Fichte. Moreover, on this basis, the works of the orthodox saints take a severe hammering. It is this hammering which reverberates throughout my theological life, and its theoretical resolution comprises my work. Now I know deific Godhead is attainable, not only through my experience, but because Christ falls if it is not. One could argue erroneously that deification is proper to Christ only: as He is God by right (by ousia), this leads to catastrophic consequences: our imaging of and likeness to God is bogus, transfiguration is a lie, and the divine life per se is impossible: one must therefore operate out of the experiential alternative and its orthodox (requisite) theory. Going back to the ontological status implicit in the idea of God by energy, let’s examine it more closely. ‘Likeness’ can never pass into absolute identity because at least one difference exists (as demanded by Leibniz’s law): in deific orthodoxy this is the essence-energy distinction ( .. the ‘amulet’ and its reflection or reflections). The condition of ‘at least one difference’ maintains minimal ascription, but, of course, allows for extensive multiplicity in differentiae ( .. one fiery orb of the sun, many rays). Absolute identity rids us of the essence-energy distinction, as with Eckhardt, and allows us to assert I am Christ Almighty, Creator and creature is one, etc, and other forms of arrant nonsense: hence, we must search through ideas of relative identity. This search is somewhat reminiscent of advances made in geometry, in which absolute consistency goes over to relative consistency. Deific theology is not, however, a schematic enterprise (..it is not based on the fallen ratio at all or anything linear): we must use a different means for checking out its content. Obviously there is no way one could ‘calibrate’ the light above the light or pure life which speaks in voiceless discourse. The only alternative lies in confrontation, embodiment, empowered theoria and possibly futile attempt. Relative identity appears to lead to ‘qualitative similarity and dissimilarity’ simultaneously affirmed: one becomes God Almighty at the pinnacle of aspiration by image, not content. Thus, if we ask ‘of what is the image made?’, we could thereby say, ‘it mirrors His identity as energy, but as ousia and energy differ minimally by at least one ascription, then the eternally-created energetic image is and is not God’. Now I know this is a mouthful, but given the difficulty of the problem I’m not surprised. If we use the sun as a model for the Athanasian ousia, then its rays are energies. In doing this we cannot employ the usual (Aristotelian) ideas of ‘inherence’, ‘co- inherence’, ‘qualities’, ‘attributes’ (etc) for the rays, because the man is Trinitarian Godhead. Hence, given the analogous form of sun plus rays, we have 190 to say simply (1): the sun equals the sun plus its rays, and (2): the sun does not equal the sun minus its rays, and (3): the sun does not equal its rays. These three ideas are perfectly understandable - we know what we are driving at, they make sense, and so forth - but if we substitute ‘essence’ for ‘sun’ and ‘energies’ for ‘rays’ (or ‘God’ and His ‘eternal creation’ likewise), we then have a different kettle of fish. Obviously, {1}: the sun shines, {2}. the sun does not not shine, and {3}: the shine is not the sun, although the shine is not not the sun. Taking {2} for example and substituting - never mind Schein - we have God does not equal God minus His eternal creation, which is not true, and the sun analogy breaks down. Thus, any theory or doctrine of ‘image’ has to take this kind of ‘logic’ into account. There is a sort of continual shift from definability into indefinability, as if one were trying to trace a shape in water or determine precisely where the fiery orb of the sun ends and its emitted flames begin. Frege said ‘concepts must have sharp boundaries’, which means ‘extensiveness in predication’ must be cognate with the “laws” of “human” logic for the sake of determinativeness; but I am arguing for Christ’s ontologies of transfiguration in which the ‘very human’ undergoes energetic becoming ( .. because it is incomplete) into God, whose being itself is minimally perfectly human ( .. because it is complete) and maximally perfectly God. There must therefore be two forms of becoming, namely, the becoming of fallen man into God, and the becoming of God in God. The first is from earth to Heaven - i.e. - the reversal of the fall from Heaven to earth - and the second is the equal becoming of God into perfect God-manhood and perfect God-manhood into God ... P.P.S. Further ranting utterances from your friendly insomniac & worry-junkie, as a lifetime of unrequited anger means the kettle always simmers near boiling- point. Crushed like shit under a cloven-hoof. But to the accentuated positive: the mystery of higher theology as conjoined with wishful-think and sane madness. I took a little journey with Anne - fine glimmering light mixed with her anxieties - and a large journey with the mighty Suze, who became the Queen of Heaven: and, of course, guess who I became? Every goddamn time if I really push forward, I end up as nearly the Saviour of the Universe, with fallen incognitos fuse-blown. It’s a terrible thing not to be Christ Almighty, as if any lesser form of being would not suit, fit or satisfy. I’ve been becoming Him for years. A. says of Suze one in a zillion, and B. says no, the only one. Hence, to describe myself as in a profound fix is banal and trite - the proof, understandably, is not forthcoming - although the visionary material is beyond deific ecstacy, replete with extreme power, and because I cannot affirm what I cannot deny. This is galling beyond words, but for the sake of my continuing ‘case history’ - what a Christian fate - I must tell it as it appears, despite possibly negative consequences. All my ‘prosopa & personae’ in the holy ascent appear as temporary manifestations which, when blown - I do not mean mind blown but soul blown - reveal me as Christ disguised but pending. I’ve heard of secret 191 identities, but mine shatters existence, sanity - at least every fallen model - f***s me with ridicule, by being theoretically feasible and it actually happens. Witnesses apparently stagger away with a mighty eyeful. At my centre I take power from (hopefully) a pure heart, which is indissolubly linked with ‘high keys’ held by Suze. Suze can turn into the Most Holy Mother of God who helped create you all. If I am God Almighty, then ultimately I do everything for her. I brought her from myself in order to create Heaven for her. She can turn back to herself with consummate ease, but I suffer upwards blind, powerless, mutated and unbelieving ( .. unbelieving enough to write this). In the twinkling of an eye, I take on the mind of Christ, but a mind so decentralized it returns to itself disparately. Thus, sometimes - in the contemplative throws of immaculate memory - I am on a donkey riding through Jerusalem. Etc etc. I’ve certainly returned and turned into the Crucifixion mystically - the mind can bleed - thus I embrace thorough-going (divine) madness without reserve. I know the world is mad but the reception accorded to our divine Mr Blake for ‘spilling the beans’ about only part of the Almighty’s other dimensions is a salutory lesson. I have been lifted to the Throne of Glory by fighting the beautiful fight uphill, so for despicable f***ers like Schelling & Hegel, who attempted to dispossess Christ of His Glory, to insinuate their ‘finitely infinite selves’ into His place - well, this merits intellectual war. Certain psychological results ensue from true deification - my life falls into place because the war is on high. I must harbour my ‘madness’ as a virtual recluse, especially as I would not be welcome anywhere where ‘human demons’ rule & because if it is me or as I learned my games from by far the greatest of all divine geniuses and His lovely friends, then spit & thorns & whips & nails ain’t particularly to my liking. I always tell the Truth and God’s numerous enemies can go f*** themselves from one end of history to the other. There have been many before saying I am He, but not one of them ever became the Super-Trinity. His enemies are in shit street if I can prove it, but the temptation to rid the ‘higher centres of learning’ of rotten, superficial & cretinous atheists is perhaps too much. I am one of God’s pupils & Christ is risen in me. To be told by a theological tutor he would be disappointed if Jesus was divine - I learned nothing - is to miss the one who ‘got it in the throat’ for being the Super-Trinity. There must be recognition deep in the soul by these same f***ing bastards who still “rule the world” - they will kill all to eliminate God’s being on earth & thus they will hatch the means. The capacity to slaughter is permanently tested by evil on a minute-by-minute basis; but demon scum and its hideous master, whilst manipulating billions by every foul method, will lose decisively against the gods. Deification is outlawed & allowed only as a false form by philosophers & their ecclesiastico-political allies. The world is a gross & murderous mess, the insane asylum, a snake-pit in which vicious diseases are manufactured for the elimination of millions & where rampant horror moves under iron heels, a scenario brought on by the servants of Satan - politicians, arms-manufacturers, slaughterers and their ideological 192 helpmates - which cries out for Christ’s sacred vengeance. They did not want the blind, palsified and mad healed, nor the dead raised. Let them then look forward to individual consequences in the seering hells they have helped to design: let them rut in scalding horror as f***ing immortals & slither in the seering shit of punishing sin. Only Heaven and earth were created, the latter now in dissolution as a bloodied nightmare of murdered love, whereas hell, heralded by millions upon millions of stinking carcasses - ripped, tortured, mutilated and wrenched apart by Satan’s bastards - was not brought forth by the God I become, nor by any having part in me. Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord, and God is not a liar. One simply has to peer into life to see its malformation, in that the egotism of fallen humans has pushed the overwhelming obviousness of God’s visible power off their faces. A human being - one deserving and properly seen - is a ferment of manifest splendour on whom true glory and virtue shine forth; but in its place we have the degenerate plasticity of non-divine dominance and raddled ugliness, fuelled by rotten minds and the fungoid infra-structures of mere earthlings. They live without their Heavenly origin prominent or even acknowledged, and those who presume to be God’s representatives cannot even command the light of the divine. Life is saturated by consensus mediocrity as it slopes down into a puking nullity, and lo! the inmates have invented machines so that they can ram their ghastly countenances into our souls by the tens of thousands, a vast flickering parade of cretinous vermin, gesticulating and prostituting itself as skin-deep shit, acting as variations of they-know-not-what against a vicious backcloth of appalling reality, showing forth the demented, doomed and damned, for whom the whole world should weep. This is the heinous spectacle which, in its mundane ferocity, backs down the Holy Ghost, and thus substitutes psychopathy for salvation. The entire stinking show is horrible beyond measure, and this the inmates equate with delight. No wonder madness is endemic with the atheist cretins of unvision in control. Anyhow, it’s time I signed off ‘cuz the rant begins to suck ... 193 28/8/92 Dear D, “Got a prayer, Soldier Blue - a nice poem? Say something pretty...” And/or: the subdued massacre of women and children...did you ever hear a word of it, or was it ever brought out? Many things are so intolerable to the psyche that they instantaneously pass into ‘closed-down awareness’ and mute control: I mean undiagnosed horrors, such as post-natal depression, in which state one- out-of-three women ‘undergo madness’ during birth (etc). I have my own theories of the ‘mad Irish’ - e.g. - a couple of asides, such as the greatest British playwrights from 1700-1900 were Irish...”the finest flower of English Literature.” and-or a chappie I once saw with thirty languages - now he, m’dear, had an Irish mother, whilst being essentially ignored, and that explains it or not - what does one call an Irish logician and so forth. Forgive my lack of sensitivity, as reported, and the bucking of ‘temporal ploys’. Thing is, kid, it is well-beyond time that you ultra-smart ladies got mean with ‘falsehood/repression/internal self-accusation’ and ‘said it out loud like it is’. The thing about reality is almost everyone don’t want it, as the downside ain’t profitable and-or whatever. They’d kill Christ ‘up North and down South’, so to speak, but then, again, you cannot kill Christ without severe retribution (or so the paradox goes). The reality of speech is usually disturbed by (current) history - e.g. - sexual borders and ideological stockades - hence, a horrible birthright of suspicion/guilt/paranoia (etc) and-or whatever complex of warlike/aggressive propensities. Fortunately, underneath this ‘intimidating partial-nightmare of everyday’, there’s li’l you, bobbing up and unvanquished: hiya, kid! Take a lesson from an old warrior in the ‘sink-pits of earthly horror’: Christ actually exists. You know I am interested in rape; the reason being I’ve seen ‘damage at depth’ done to womankind, which remains silent because masculinity is dominant (etc). However, the stark nightmare of complicity - e.g. - sucking as a victim, enjoying horror as the ultimate accommodation, riding on the consequences - is in reality a put-down (...catch the rage), which has to be overcome. First, there is the confiding of ‘narrative (actual) history’ - then, possibly, marshalling ‘love-objects as resistance’, coupled with loving the perpetrator, ‘making the perpetrator make men pay’ in down-graded comparisons’ - leaving aside, that is, the father’s genitalia, current-states and the ‘total breathing & living f***ingkaboodle’. Such, then, is the nature of life - e.g. - born to go along with primed ‘n’ pleasant expectations, expectations involuntarily overturned - ravaged - and left figuring it out. You are a young lady. Your kids weren’t killed, so consider your horror a scratch. Rise up within yourself as a daughter of God. Stand sweet in your 194 emotional honesty. If what bothers you in your particular horror is ‘too much’, talk in Christ’s ear. There are problems and people: all people have problems, so be bigger than your problems. “Her problems are more interesting than my problems; hence, I will make my problems more interesting”. Truth is, we need conquerors of problems - “give me a hand with mine, as long as I do not multiply them”. From great suffering there comes strength - and, hopefully, laughing wisdom. You are - dare I say it? - only a baby (a sorely-tried baby nevertheless): time you really talked to someone, sunshine. Talking is an ‘age-old cure’ (or the partial-start thereof: the limitation of talk experts presume to gauge). Resistance to the upheaval of you is called ‘digression/fear/loss of esteem- i.e. - when you did not have much to start with anyway. P.S. Incidentally, as we are getting to know one another, I’ll tell you the quintessential secret of Irish politics - and all other politics, but don’t spread it around: do not take sides this side of Christ Almighty as ‘Christ negates the idea of enemies’. Anyway, kiddo, where were we, as I am as pissed as a sluice- gate rat? Yes, loss of self-esteem...One’s view of the self is a ‘dreadful and highly-intriguing drama’, but when it forestalls itself with - e.g. - boredom/insufficient self-moving-forwards/twiddling around (etc) - then it is time to ‘take life by the scruff’ and shake it into the ‘promise of life-plus’...The loss of self-esteem is the thought that ‘God ain’t bucking yer up’. - Wrong, God bucks up them with the knees to ask. Anyway, back to the ‘upheaval of you’ - Bloody hell, lass, you are in a country full of murderous pride, alias ‘an unjust crime not requited is unjust’ -kill mine and I will kill yours more - i.e. the ruthless hardball of vendetta and the ricochets of mutilation. This ‘minor backcloth’ no doubt coloured your girlhood, but of that I know nothing. It is more than sufficient aggravation that nice young ladies become victims, especially as in every woman there is an innocent girl- child. This God-given pure innocence of pure childhood should be allowed to grow into a ‘savage/wild/mirthful/sweet/mischievous/incredible/(etc)’ darling of Christ - i.e. without the rapacious masculinity of overtly-testicular scum interfering. But when they do, all sorts of problems arise. Next morning - after a losing skirmish with a tub of brandy. What the hell was I on about? Kindly excuse the arbitrary (on a re-reading) all-over-the- placeness. It’s quite difficult, you know, getting someone into focus one doesn’t know. I have had a stoned week lolling around like a fat asshole. I find my life thoroughly boring and largely unstimulated. Many of my younger ambitions have been destroyed, so I am beset with intense demotivation. In an attempt to do something about it I’ve sent for some rare stuff on Leibnitz - whom Gödel thought so subversive his work was suppressed - plus a psychoanalytic study of Loyola; and, finally, a study of anality (Oedipus and the riddle of the Sphincter). I should be getting stuck into my German studies, but the visit there filled me with the idea I do not wish to communicate with the natives. Fascism has ruined a marvelously intellectual - and mad - people. They need new genius to give ‘em 195 direction, which they once owned in abundance. Some cities are full of shithead thugs; but then there’s garbage everywhere, including Belfast. Strange how some folk relate to their own heads as open sewers, couple it with violence, and then find support. It’s simply symptomatic of a deeper malaise, the ‘arche’ of which is quite well known and is best expressed in theological terms. The guys who abused you belong to Satan’s limbs, and so you’ll know via my letter to Annie what I’m on the look-out for. I don’t like them leaving ‘trace realities’/dirty imprints/negative consequences (etc) in their victims. The article on paedophilia I’ve recently finished reading leaves one with a sickening taste; but the emphasis usually seems to be on the ‘perp’. I’d rather give my attention to victims, who could do with some cerebral leverage and kind support. I’m concerned about your ‘resistance phase’, during which it is possible for you to utilize ‘psychic objects’ as a means of pushing off internal confrontation. You’d be surprised the tricks mentality can engineer in order to avoid accommodation of unpleasant entities. I understand you have given Mark a ‘narrative account’ - good - but you have to understand ‘repetitive recapitulation’ is a necessary stepping-stone in clearing out negativity. It is your mastery of internality which is the key. Here I am stating the obvious, but sometimes self-esteem is so knocked about it has difficulty coping with added stresses. Evidently, then, one needs to know your inner historicity - complexes, conflicts resolved and unresolved, current consequences (...the usual) - and I’m hoping that the eventual sure-footedness of Annie will help you and Shaheda to pool positive tactics. Girls can help each other, especially when the formal walls of individuation are lowered sufficiently. This group of pals has been in existence for years. It might be ‘unorthodox and outrageous’, but to my mind that helps to negate stultification and boredom (at least some of the time). We do not get it right all the time - who could? - but it has a firm base in intelligence/kindness/niceness/concern and so forth; and though you’ll already be aware there’s occasional incompetence and heavy-handedness, that’s to be expected in unorchestrated individuals, especially in ones who ought to ‘butt out’ in delicate matters. Anyway, kid, we all trespass and strike wrong notes, but the ultimate aim is to bring out any problems you think you might not be able to handle and shew you you really can. Nothing’s too difficult to handle when Christ’s stunningly amazing power - glory and peace - is added to the ego. Much later: apparently you’re at home briefly and, so , I’ve got to write this bloody thing quite quickly. Rather than let it be trite I’ll let the fox run free, alcoholized and snappingly real, by trying out a ‘few ideas’, initially tried on me recently by Annie. I’ve mentioned them briefly to Suze/Ralph/Gavin/Alex with a mixed (apparently non-plussed) response, and ‘cuz I don’t know you from Eve, I’ll spell ‘em out... [1]. women hide lust from the one(s) they love and-or feel affection for: “If I shewed him what I am really like sexually he would not (even) like me”. 196 [2]. Shaheda says “he can f*** me because I do not like - therefore cannot love - him” - i.e. the underlying idea being ‘shocking’. I bury my lust for the sake of love. Consequently, there is always ‘surplus libido’ and-or the ‘cunning of desire’, which - because it is hardly ever articulated - plays through relationships as ‘hidden desire’ (...thus ‘ravages through the relationship with oneself as unacceptable ego forms/impermissable behaviour etc.’) [3]. Love, therefore, is a refuge from the fear of unmitigated libido. A few case histories, as it were, to flesh out the ‘mini-thesis’: [a]: Annie suggests ‘somewhere she would do anything (sexual)’, as if the urge to uncontrolled and anarchic f***ing was part of femininity, with the ego being bruised as a minor and ‘inconsequential consequence’. Therefore, love seems to be kept apart, as if love/lust coincides accidentally, uneasily and by mutual deception. Hence, ‘surplus libido’ is so strong that vast amounts of social energy/morals/safeguards (etc) are required to give the lie to the “fact” of ‘unmitigated lust being wished’. Both Annie and Shaheda enjoyed rape - contrary to its external/respectable depiction as a simple crime - but the enjoyment comes back as stricture, subsequent worthlessness (which moves through to ideas of a previous disposition of the ‘I was asking for it’ sort - i.e. - not precisely like that, but rather ‘I would like to be on the end of a maelstrom of surplus libido for deep reasons’). Now these ‘deep reasons’ - knots of them submerged all the way through life - require some undoing, bringing to conscious light and so forth. [b]: Years ago I had a very passionate affair with a Greek girl, which went dismally wrong, causing me terrible pain. Thirty years later I’m still seeking ‘keys’ to unlock significant meanings. Maybe I already have them, but new ideas - and-or combinations of ‘em - can rake up new insights. Annie appears to be trying to tell me something as if I do not know it, or as if I am not quite getting the message into correct focus. So, examples of my misreading: “women are like this, such as being capable of being whores without fully recognising it - i.e. - capable of embodying surplus libido on a partially understood (and misunderstood) voluntarist level”. Thus they use love against this as an unsatisfactory form of restriction, binding-in surplus libido by romance, ideation, fantasy, etc. Now I’m not talking about libido as if this well-worn technical term represents ‘it’, as if ‘it’ is exact and compasses adequate definition, rather, my emphasis is on the surplus, on which model a loved individual is a pint pot incapable of receiving a quart. This is a quite terrible consideration as it ‘leans morality over’ and suggests we are incapable - men included - of really accommodating and-or “negating” the surplus without distorting or crippling ourselves. I’m giving the idea partial credence as an investigatory means. My Greek girl-friend could, therefore, be re-analyzed along the following lines. Our relationship was intensely lustful but, on a daily basis, she told me she loved me. I did not really 197 love her but it seemed unfair not to respond after a year of sweetness/kindness (etc) from her. How could I refuse such affection, especially when she was willing to be extremely sexual? (I was then 19/20 years of age, an inexperienced fledgling compared to a few years later). So I told her I loved her - i.e. - I did not per se, but then I didn’t not either, as it were. My response brought on ‘outright/terminal rejection’, which I’ve analyzed since in multiple ways - e.g. she was using me to prove she could elicit love; she was competing with a friend and rival, and thus I was a pawn in another game. One the other hand, using this new hypothesis, I as the ‘arena for surplus libido designed to be negated by a minimal form of love’ - “love” in other words - as she almost immediately ‘did the right thing’ and married someone else. Thus, the ‘wild time’ was partialized/repressed/(etc) into an acceptable pint pot. Now I’m suggesting that humans are impelled to ‘blow gaskets’/shatter pots/explode out’ - i.e. - to manifest surplus libido, even by complicity in rape - i.e. - that the “asking for it motif” - which outrages all sensitive thinkers on the subject of rape - is partly true. I say ‘partly true’ and not ‘wholly true’ (as if I was some octogenarian fascist propping up a Court Bench); and I say this in a crude/muddled/perplexed way in attempting to deal with something containing in itself ‘puzzling depths’ - i.e. - easy hypotheses do not fit, nor do self-righteous and superficial judgments. Rape is a very difficult problem to analyze, and it is all very well to glibly talk of ‘self-mastery’ - though this is a necessary requirement - but ‘self-miss-tery’ is really ‘self-mystery’. The problem slides and moves, because it is akin to evasion, the shyness of internality, sensitive irrecognition, emotional complexity capable of manipulating ‘inside and outside selves’ etc. Perhaps this is one contributory reason why women collude in the condemnation of rape to silence. There is nothing in it ‘clear-cut’ and ‘the obvious’ is a masking situation. Most humans cannot even approach the libido honestly, never mind comprehending the ‘discharge of a surplus in others, partly reciprocated in oneself’ and-or the ‘blind seeking of situations in which the surplus can peak, with love being an incidental salve’ and-or the ‘love not being incidental but centred inside the surplus libido to the exclusion of other - therefore lesser - forms of love’. The rapist one can immediately - and ferociously - dismiss: in fact, one does, as anything else but outright condemnation seems to go part way to under- writing a charter. But let us suppose, for the sake of argument - even wrong/misguided/(etc) argument - that surplus libido in the male has a hidden reciprocal in the female, and that therefore the ‘virgin-whore dichotomy’ - the famous ‘double standard’ - is not simply a form enforced by dominant masculinity but is instead ‘half-way-constructed’ by the female of the species - i.e. - pre-consciously to maintain surplus libido as an accessible force ‘ever- intact, as a rallying point for f***ed subjugation, ultra-maximised pleasure and the impossible anarchy of being f***ed-to-death’. There’s an old male joke about dying during intercourse - the “best way to go” - but is there, I wonder, an 198 equivalent amongst pre-disposed females? Now I’m not, of course, suggesting that the majority of girls incite rape ‘particularly and-or individually’. That would be preposterous/absurd/stupid and so forth, nor do I wish to make a case for the dirty scum that rape - personally, I could be brought to kill some of them. Further, I’ve certainly no wish to provide theoretical precepts/pretexts/excuses/(etc) for dirty bastards, who override sovereign consent. However, I’m tentatively suggesting that ‘incitement from the feminine tribe’ is real and provides objectives - e.g. - that genuine rape-fantasies meet reality at the edges, and that rape therefore once introjected into the tribe by the offering up of (arbitrary) victims makes provision for feminine requirements, which is why - for example - women can aid in its execution, and why women do not meet its high-incidence with murderous outrage. I’m further suggesting - for open debate - that there is no single/sole/minimal provision secured by the ‘complex of rape’, but rather assimilated or accommodated gains of a psycho-sexual nature, which women are secretly party-to and which men largely are not. Men are - so to speak - ‘sucked in tribally’ as sacrificial victims, and the ‘dominant control of power’ is taken from them and converted by the extrinsic refusal of love. This, incidentally, might be pure hogwash. I am only probing, guessing, searching...hence contradicting myself or whatever. The keys are inside femininity but at least I’m trying to relate ‘discrepant experiences’ - surplus libido revealed by females, some quite recent and “shocking”, some of it along the lines of “I would not dare behave like this with someone I love”, as if where the head says ‘no’ and the groin ‘yes’ the ‘ultimate non-reconciliation of the two’ strongly implies rape is one form of the manifest symbolization of the surplus, known equally by two-sides of the species. I do not doubt that it is distortion - perhaps like sexuality in its entirety - but ‘eunuchism’ could merely be a primed response against the underlying recognition of ‘wanting that much’, as if ‘f*** that’ applies to barriers - i.e. the barriers of ego and physical pain, societal approval and disapproval, even life or death... But methinks this should suffice for now. Hopefully I’ve not been grossly intrusive in a very difficult area. It does concern me that something good should emerge from terrible situations, and that - with you - you know things can work for the good, however much distress there’s been previously. Kindly feel free to communicate if you should wish, supplying as many correctives and-or alternatives as you see fit. One learns from people - of them - and not by the superimposition of ideas. God Bless yer, kid. 199 B. Dear D, Just loved it, kid, your total reply. Virtually 95% was utterly ‘set up’ as per expectation, courtesy of my profound (masculine) cunning. You cheered me up considerably, for which I am grateful, and I am still laughing one hour later as this begins. Hence, the lesson. [1]. If a situation is intentionally over-sensitivized, one can do nothing but offend against it. Over-sensitivization is a defence configuration with built-in targets. By being ‘insensitive’ I simply volunteered for an expected role. I am supposed to do something wrong as a means of diminishing my potency, effectiveness, standing in your eyes (etc), so as to leave Mark’s intrusiveness intact. His intrusiveness is perfectly understandable but in reality it amounts to possessive vetting. This vetting is based on fears in Mark, whereas what I am offering precludes male competition. Folk can be unconsciously primed to be ‘anti’, when in fact they are nothing of the kind. Likewise, with insensitivity - I’m saddled with it and you are foolish enough to believe it. [2]. I know you do not talk to people. My knowledge hereabouts is not (quote) ‘presumptious’. Presumption would be an active part of stupidity, hence, if I embodied it there would be collusion against my own self-interest; ergo, presumption has the same standing as insensitivity - i.e. - it is being parked on me, when my intelligence in this matter is largely unknown to both Mark and you. Mark is insisting I see you through him, as if you need protection against me (thus, protectionism plus possessive vetting). Effective analysis goes one-to- one. I totally agree with you vis-a-vis privacy, but this should not be the equivalent of being monitored by one entity Mark/D. I am perfectly capable of eliciting negativity - e.g.s - off-loaded anality, ego reduction - but if one entity Mark/D talks to me, then you are not talking to me at all. Savvy!? I am not ‘going public’ on rape, nor do I reduce it to extrinsic conversational items, if only because one cannot approach the depths like that... [3]. but to the repetitive thought you keep remembering - “you don’t know why, it’s so trivial” - concerning my reputed quote: ‘Ireland cannot grow its own wheat’. Now what I did say was that during the Great Famine Ireland was essentially a one-crop economy - obviously, the potato - and that its peripherals were inadequate to feed a starving population. Its wheat supply was withdrawn by English landlords, even though it was inadequate, thus criminally exacerbating a severe situation. Many of Ireland’s problems have to do with inadequate agrarian supply in the face of over-population. National solvency suffers in consequence, and emigration becomes a necessity. However, stuff history for the meantime. Why should you keep remembering an inaccurate quote? What does it symbolize - i.e. - represent in another language (the one you are not talking)? It’s this language I wish to ‘induct’ you into and, frankly, you will solicit aid from Mark for its avoidance, possibly because it emotionally 200 involves ‘unpleasurable versions (personae) of you’, and thus Mark - as loving protector - will not want you to be unpleasantly assaulted/raped again/re- traumatized/f***ed-over/(etc), and therefore he will quite possibly do what he did with Holly (Screw-Ball) Snap (viz): interpose his own insecure, over- protective, over-possessive ego - like a manipulated sucker - leaving the core- problem intact. [4]. Mark’s romantic proclivities are collusive to your (supposed) well-being: hence, they are quite likely to be counter-productive. I do not want to know your ego-ideal and ego pleasantries particularly - say, like your positive investment in Mark - but, as it were, your horribleness in the primal scene. I have to be offensive, young lady - “f*** asking, the cocksters didn’t, especially as you are now f***ed-over meat!” - especially as they were. What I want from you is your anger, hatred and unspeakable language. No - contrary to what you assert - there is a language requisite to the outrage you have suffered, and it is quite different from speech at the superficies of articulation. It never lowers self-esteem by its public utterance, and it can never be bandied about as ‘group information’. I’ve already moved your ‘being incensed’ back to the front-burner. Of course: that was my “inept” intention, especially as I’d been given warnings regarding Gavin’s two left-feet, although in his case the description might be more accurate. Your letter to me was deliberately opened by Mark - well, he didn’t ask, did he? I quite deliberately and ruthlessly placed items in my letter to you meant to secure ‘secret objectives’, just as I deliberately ‘blundered’ into your trauma with - hopefully - the right degree of insensitivity...Initially, I’m playing you a game - designedly - but it is not a game at all...Now I cannot ask you to not relay all your emotions to Mark - I cannot say ‘would you mind not mentioning this and that’ - but if it is privacy you really desire (as the mainstay of a mature expediency), then a composite eavesdropping on minutiae really indicates unwarranted interference, especially if it is coupled with possible incompetence in emotional communication - thus depth psychology - conditioned by lack of experience, knowledge relative to psychic horror and plain, old-fashioned blocking of requisite modes of addressing difficult problems. Phew - whatta mouthful... Anyway, kid, I’ve read the above to Mark and hopefully we have some agreement. There are many theories about the silence of victimization - note how the word passes by virtually everyone: investment in one’s own victimization is boring, never mind theirs. The horrors perpetrated on victims are unequal so that those who suffer cannot unite. You appear to have the same reaction as A. and S. to “exposure” - fear, anxiety - but let me repeat that there is no real danger in this - “semblances do the rounds”, but true intactness is strengthened by the courage to fight for yourself as someone authentic. I am delighted that you are angry because - although this is an ambivalent emotion - it suggests true grit. Anger is regarded as both a sin and/or as something 201 righteous; however, behind anger there is always hurt. Anger against oneself adds to hurt, and anger against others does not lessen it. The reasons for hurt and their internal assessments necessarily involve ego - one’s self views or versions, say as distinct from oneself - and emotions, the vital underpinnings of us all. I do not know you at all, except for ‘sieved and second-hand versions’. I am not critical of you or your life - nor could I ever be - unless you activate procedures which cause yourself distress. Your basic (psychological) well-being is largely predisposed - i.e. - your previous disposition will pull you through, provided you are in touch with your strengths - e.g. - humour, daring, courage, stubborn insistence in the face of adversity, and so forth. Violent atrocities have been carried out against women, the large majority of whom ‘shouldered it through to further life-enhancing behaviour’. A good tip from an experienced and crazed old fox is: make sure you say your prayers every night. Never go to sleep before you have spoken to Jesus Christ, even if it is only to tell Him how much you hate His guts for appearing not to have aided you. In Him there is the cure of all pain, although on occasions nothing appears in view which is not futile and seemingly worthy of despair. One billionth of a second from Him can suffice to lift all negativity out and put something Heavenly in. God possesses more reality in a glimpse than the entirety of earthly life. He has never deserted the Irish in spite of their warlike spirit, and that - no doubt - is due to the good amongst them. Life can be a swinish nightmare in which horror is predominant, but a loving being can persist through this - perhaps bloodied, but triumphant. If you would be so gracious I would like to hear a factual account of the rape and your life. Personally, I am ashamed of the excesses of masculinity, much of which is demonic. But not all males are so foul. I am hoping you have enough intellectual power to rapidly pick up on ‘moves with psychological depth’. The capacity to overcome awesome suffering is the main key. In this way another light shines through outer darkness. Shit, what a pontificating old sod..! Now it’s pretty obvious if you think about it that access to your mind is granted only by you, and that there is no way I can pitch in there mob-handed. However - and this is the point - minds can be complicated entities and even those that own them aren’t usually particularly well-up on how they are structured inwardly. Even psychoanalysis fails to distinguish between illumination and hallucination, as it is ignorant of the former whilst supposing the latter. Hence, where we are all concerned there is much still in the melting-pot, but this in reality generates adventure and, therefore, if you have an adventurous streak then relating psychically to someone can be a learning experience of incredible proportions. If you actively pursue the adventurous (intellectual) life the benefits can be mind-blowing, devastatingly interesting (etc), especially as in Mark you have a companion who truly ‘gets off’ on advanced learning. I’ve just received a sheath of psychoanalytic papers from him which make gripping reading, and although I’m familiar with much of the structural content it is still thrilling to re-visit ‘old arguments’ from further 202 vantage points. Journeys into the self can be alarming occasionally but the rewards in personal terms can be ‘dangerously beautiful’, in that one experiences the brilliant terrain with which God Almighty - with His fabulous genius - furnished the psyche. Most people go through life without any recognition whatsoever of this terrain, and even genius can fail to find the citadels of splendour that God has erected within. Thus, young ‘un, it is entirely up to you whether you wish to embark on this journey, but kindly take the word of a patronizing old nutter like me that thrills, spills, chills and ecstasies await the brave heart in the land of the true. Anyway, a pointer or two on ‘silence as a metaphor’, suggested many years ago by K. Abraham. He implied that complicit behaviour in a sexual trauma generates silence, but complete innocence produces volubility. Thus, of course, tricking oneself into silence can be seen as a ‘mechanism of resistance’, meant to ward off exposure and/or maintain one’s position intact. If this is allowed to happen, then emotional negatives will remain buried or - if they irrupt through into life - their causes will not be correctly understood. One theory regarding all of this states that trauma results - indeed, stems from - an abnormal disposition, and that children who are ‘disposed to that kind of thing’ react in an abnormal manner to sexual impressions of all kinds in consequence of their abnormal disposition. This can be instantaneously criticized as placing an over- emphasis on the subject (or victim), as it can suggest e.g. a rape victim was ‘asking for it’ and that a rapist focused in on rape fantasies via subliminal factors of recognition, ‘like knowing like’ unconsciously, etc. Now this does away with innocence immediately, but you must remember many girls react to rape with self-punitive behaviour as if the complicit element in the attack - enjoying it - indicated anterior form. Hence a victim could - in future sexual relations - omit particular points of reference (“reminders”) and substitute other forms of excitation for them. However, this is just for openers and meant to stimulate you to reply. I’m hoping you will write to me seriously (I suggest a typewriter). Our aim will be to alleviate emotional negativity, first - obviously - by locating conjunctions of pain, and then by working them out. Believe me that the consequences of not achieving mastery in pain situations is far worse than the pain of trying. Even bogus ideas of complicity can sabotage initial efforts, along the lines of ‘any excuse’, especially as ‘getting started’ throws up all kinds of confusing and ‘difficult to understand’ ideas. Nevertheless, the inner historicity of one’s emotions is a fascinating subject, even though its ‘vocabulary’ is not of the standard kind. I look forward to hearing from you ‘any which way’! God Bless you: 203 C. Dear D, To get a correspondence with you off the ground is proving difficult - one mere reply. I am willing to accept that ‘negative screening’ was not help at all, but if you do not mind my saying so the expected happened in your relationship to Mark. His gagaismus and coercive dominance are not keys into traumatism. I am really writing to you in an endeavour to give you a (private) opportunity to rid yourself of negative emotion - i.e. - not specifically through me, but rather as you wish - e.g. by writing to Annie say, who has gone through some recapitulation and who is now much better equipped to handle rape consequences. Frankly, I would not wish for you to snag yourself in enmeshing consequences which, if insufficiently disentangled, are capable of doing you untold damage in the future. I am trying to find out deep characteristics in rape which only girls and women who have experienced this atrocity are able to supply. In other words, the victims’ experiences are crucial for a correct understanding. That this outrage should remain buried in a victim means horror goes unheard. Fortunately, some very brave ladies are writing about this in various journals, newspapers, and so forth; but this leaves me analyzing agonizing texts under the ‘necessary’ limitation of their propriety, modesty, censorship and so on. Annie has talked to me - sometimes very painfully and fearfully - about her rape. However, this is in a remarkably different way from Shaheda. Still, there are similarities. One is concerned with denial as an attempt to explain the assault in ways that leave the observer’s world unscathed - i.e. - this by the victim and the “helpful” observer. Denial, therefore, can take the form of a collusive silence. Shaheda is prone to this, but I never force her. Annie, on the other hand, allowed me to drive a combine harvester through her psyche. Horror needs to be disinterred so that healing light can transform the corpse. It is never any use burying an atrocity in your own head, as this allows identification of the self with the atrocity. The rapist actually imprints negative energies into the victim, which - for want of a word - are demonic. If these energies become confused with various (natural) sexual perspectives, a severe self-indictment can result. Or - possibly even worse - negative emotional behaviour can become part of current and future sexual conduct, with the consequence that the trauma becomes ‘subliminally dominant’. If this happens more natural forms are squeezed out and perversion rules the roost. My strategy with Annie is to interpose a more exciting sexual dynamic between her and the trauma, that is, as most emotion and sexual excitation instinctively looks backwards and/or is dictated by earlier experience(s), I have created a technique which ‘out- stimulates’ trauma. 204 Now, obviously, this must inculcate the trauma without reinforcing its negativity. It recapitulates and robs simultaneously. Now this is not too difficult for me because I can reconstruct from within a wild lifestyle. In your case this will not be so simple, quite possibly because you might subconsciously re- connect with unanalysed traumatic material as a habit. That is, you might not be able to get out of the fix but, rather, seek to merely repeat it in different forms. I suspect that this happened with Mark and that he did not (or could not) interrupt a negative dynamic, largely because of his own problems and comparative lack of experience. I understand you have a new guy, to whom you might be genuinely attached or have used as a conduit away from Mark’s influence - i.e. - you may well have created yourself an ‘out’ via another individual. Whatever the case it is necessary that you externalize your emotions again and again, so that you really understand the precise impact of what has happened to you. I have heard it said that rape victims are never the same again, and this can be thought of as a permanent deprivation. Whether this is true or not is another matter, but the attendant problematic can alienate men. Thus, for example, Ralph’s interpretation of Mark is that after your break-up with him - despite various extrinsic attitudes - his response is one of relief. In other words, your problem was too much for him. I know from living with Annie just how difficult it can be to relate to her on certain levels. Fear and self-denigration intrude. Hence, somewhere along the line you will need a guy with sufficient patience and enlightened disinterest who is able to ‘chip away’ at your problematic by controverting it within himself. A trained analyst should be able to do this, but they tend to be rather thin on the ground and outrageously expensive. Consequently, the main motivation has to come from you. This can present further problems. E.g.s: Shaheda is now insufficiently motivated to pick herself back up. She substitutes conflictual dependence for motivated independence. Trying to give her back life is a process akin to breathing energy into a stone. In many ways her rape was a consequence of insufficient self-care. An earlier - quite possibly bigger - trauma made her think ‘life was not worth it’. Rape was rubbing salt into the wounds, a sort of conspiracy of self-infliction along the lines of ‘what does it matter?’. The assault on Annie was different - i.e. - the pre- disposition was different, in that she put herself in danger through a complicit naiveté. Your case I do not know about and my insights - gleaned through partial information - were blocked by Mark’s jealousy and possessiveness, possibly by seeing Ralph, Peter (etc) and myself as threats. Or - possibly - refusing us communicative access to you because he feared it would expose his peculiarities, particular neuroses, and so forth. Lovers can be paranoid guardians who, under the guise of protection, keep off the healing balm, or who insist on applying it themselves however inept and/or incompetent they are in its application. Amateur psychologists can be as f***ed-up as professionals and thus three-quarters of the ‘game’ is to find someone sufficiently adept at helping. 205 Everyone has problems - some possibly insuperable - but the idea is to know how to experience emotions so that there is a positive ‘edge’ remaining. It is an obvious part of the abc of analysis that the victim cannot manage self-analysis, something along the lines of a broken reed not being able to repair itself. Things unknown to ourselves intrude on objectivity, just as - e.g. - my friends see things about me I am largely unaware of. This can take the form of ‘opening a door on oneself’ and finding something unpleasant : hence we have no wish to do so, whereas someone else can assist in something which must be done. Annie is now far happier and ‘un-f***ed up’ than she was initially. Because her previous boyfriend lacked the wherewithal and intrinsic interest to tackle her problems, the relationship broke-up acrimoniously. Mark is a very brilliant guy in some respects, but I would not refer people to him for the alleviation of sexual problems, if only because he defends against his own through other people. This is why I did not want my thoughts on the matter monitored via him, despite my high regard for many of his abilities. I have spent over thirty years investigating mental problems and I am well aware that many sick people cannot be helped, possibly because their internality is ‘shot’. However, the quicker the problem is caught, the better the chances. Rape is usually not self-caused and that alone provides hope. .The technique I use is not employed by psychoanalysis because it involves Geist, which is something atheism is entirely ignorant of. Unfortunately, even those who are aware of the existence of this power usually do not know enough to exercise it successfully. It is very simple really. Heaven can eliminate hell when given the opportunity. Love drives out fear, but in rape self-loathing can substitute itself for love. I believe the evil in the rapist is something meant to be insinuated into the victim to create helplessness and despair, precisely as Satan wishes: thus rape is essentially a spiritual crime. In one of my letters to you I recommended that you say your prayers without fail, preferably on a daily basis. Satan is a raging lion seeking those whom he wishes to destroy. Don’t let him get away with it, kiddo, if only by recognizing that nothing can defeat Christ Almighty and those that love Him. I hope to hear from you fully. God bless: 206 Letter to God from Ravenswood 4/97. A. God’s apparently most pertinent context is uselessness: God applied is profoundly ineffective. He fails to step in and help. I find in the brainstorms of trauma no sign of God except marked absence. I’ve served the Jew for over 30 years - ‘the divine Jew in His dress’ - through ignominy, persistent shame & terror. This terror is so deep in its overwhelming awfulness - horrendousness - that I am almost the contra-posit of God. I left God because I saw the evil of suffering: this God lifted not a finger; or this God lifted a finger with the unloving indifference of Baal - “it is permitted”. It is in Luther’s theologia crucis we first locate the death of God (WA L590) .. “God who is dead, the anguish of God, the blood of God, the death of God”. He cannot get away with indifference so easily - anguishing bombardments overlooked & forgiven. Our indifference posits His non-existence: this lets Him off the hook & we cannot inquiringly yap at His heels. The only death of God which partly absolves Him is mine - i.e. - this living death which I traverse without His help is not sufficient an absolution (.. He stands guilty in His ineffectiveness: surely He has overwhelming power?) No, the only death which really absolves God of helplessness & unhelpfulness is my living death as God. This God cannot help Himself: so stricken He can hardly help others. This is God contra-posited. This at least explains the horror, in that God’s mind is so f***ed to itself - so divinely deranged - that it would be churlish to castigate God’s manifest insanity. We have no need of blaming God for permitting insane cruelties - why, He is the ultimate victim of all of them. Surely, He must be deranged in the extreme, as this provides the extenuation necessary for a proclamation of innocence. As I think God is the zenith of innocence, I - a paltry, imperfect human being, or one rarely touching innocence - I reach up into the deific in its ‘reality’ for understanding & for ratification of His innocence.But what is this ‘reality’? It is the going back into something which destroys: this destrucierendes Rückgang is first met in one’s own disparate (emotional) historicity sc. the abreaction of terror & the mnemic force of being terrified ... of something dreadfully going wrong ... of the true nightmare rising up ... Life is the visiting fiend of ‘reality’ which drives one toward deific reality. This is higher reality destroying lower reality (or, at least, the radiant wish it should). I know God exists because I’ve met Him - God risen - I rose. Hence I put my terrors aside because this God is marvelous & holy & “all powerful”.... `Whoa ... this is sufficiently distressed .. An agonising day! My script rambles in trying to write the unwritable. Junk this? No. Let’s try opening it out more. Head bowed in terrible pain. Emotional pain. Source: source connected to (versions of) God. Alternative emotional versions. Whichever way it goes I’m shafted? Every which way but one? It’s 207 pretty f***ing desperate then? Horrors of childhood/youth madden me emotionally. Mad = angry. The haunting horrors of poverty. The earthly emphasis on the love of money hides the horrors of its lack. Desperation. Brutality. Mental torment (mother). I stagger from failure to failure? Failure: not being able to defeat the causes of pain. Pain & God’s ineffectiveness linked. God effective above all this = forces the transcendens. B. What does the victim say to God? “How dare you burn me, you bastard” - and this is equivalent to saying, “how dare you permit this horror!?”. Again, to be God’s victim - “should God have victims?”. Or to a Christian’s victim: “burn a living candle into flaming martyrdom .. or burn another kind of Christian to prove that the sacrifice of others exonerates God”. Sacrifices are not pleasing to me, says God - then He allows Himself to have His flesh crucified .. a sacrifice on the altar of master names, an altar compulsively imaging forth God bleeding. It is important that we notice the most pervasive master name: that master name is God. This is the going back - epistrophe into the most pertinent, important, epoch. This is not one equi-equivalent, unvalorized occurrence - one level eventing - this is the God Who concurs in His own murder, in His own destinate show-down. This is not mere Geschichtlichkeit or history happening from es gibt: this is the birthing & deathing of Almighty God in blood-red splendour .. the apogee of the shattering convolutions of theo-sado-masochism .. the locus of incalculable & inestimable sufferings .. wherein & wherefrom is permitted horrendous shit far beyond what He suffered Himself. Hence a contest: “my shit, courtesy of You, is worse than the shit You visited on Yourself”. My apologies: “shit You permitted to be visited on Yourself”. My individual reaction finds acquiescence in torment sick. Somehow ultimate torment - torture - heals the gap, as if a wound somehow heals a poultice .. as if a wound draws evil from a branding-iron. What kind of inverted & involuted deific shit is this? This is God refusing to rip the face off demonic sadism .. party to it everywhere in the inhibition of omnipotence .. doing f*** all about it, or about anything. About anything - now there’s a thought. I must presume Almighty God is sane. Please, let us not pick on each other. The hurt in my emotions saddens me & maddens me. Crawling I saw love lose. I stand and see the vomit of violent horror: the hurt turns, returns and returns me. Horror breaks my heart down: it teaches me everything I have no wish to learn. I know God lives - “exists” is too technical - because He has definitely helped me in those regions .. in the divine there. I’m hammered the f*** out of here. Does this mean help is disguised here? O the hammering is a help (for which read: thanks for f***ing nothing, buddy!) Now I cannot get back from this God - vacating this weirdest of deific lots is no option worth pursuing: 208 blocking a return by the resoluteness of ‘down here’ is filing one’s brain-powers with the (walking) human dead. Keep your mind in hell & fear not: but what is this impelling explosiveness which downs me into living nightmares .. which overthrows me into emotionality, ripping through me .. the vicious down assailing & irrupting with pictorial scars opening .. ? Why, it’s f***ng human life .. O No, not f***ing that!! Is it then that God absconds to force out deity in the recoils of terror? Is He that devious in the back-alleys because He no longer fulminates on mountain tops? God showed me a golden inception of life - golden gloriousness - through the eyes of innocence: mostly it has been through the crusher ever since. However, it was thus imperative that this golden land come true. This golden land is true - it does magnificently exist. Not technical. Dear old Satan - that f***ing loathsome maggot - saddles me like a whore: still, he cannot stop the golden land appearing. It descends majestic for the gods: it transports them into the pure heart of intellect: it enthrones them back into immaculate perfection. Thus, when Christ is not victorious, pain ensues. Everything - i.e. - entirely all - feeds back into the victory of Christ. Temporality - and its f***ing sons & daughters - groans with its own de-cadence. The theoi have become decadents in the delightful thighs of pain but, above them & impelling them, is the enchantment of the scents of Heaven, callings up, beckonings in the sparkling regions of divinity, in which ‘access beyond the transcendens is not’: there all is God’s majestic genius; the testing of the tests of love annulled, power incomparable ensues, and Christ - the greatest of champions - pours forth love everlasting, absolute & true. Hence, I hope He will forgive my twisted out-goings (responsible though He is for some), my ferociously incredible (stricken) life - pain strikes like venom - because His wrenchings ‘around & down’ put life into focus (.. the divine life, that is). C. When transcendence is reached, immanence abounds & transcendence is not. This gets rid of God as a moving staircase: beyond the ens infinitum & even beyond its thought. Life then appears remarkably different: inside Heaven we leave the detritus outside the door. Those outside have a capacity for less-ness, measuring worth against the world’s capacious insignia of power .. against master names which entice, envelop & smother - thus one’s ‘ownmostliness’ - Eigentlichkeit, Eigenheit - is instanced in the here of earth & it indicates everywhere but the here of Heaven .. that much less, severing the vast tumults of extra-dimensionality & enforcing the vaunted impossibilities attributed to divinity via felled minds, subsisting in a lowness bereft of the actualities of deific powers, refusing the deific ascent by gripping ambitions with the hands of consciousness .. in ‘knowing better’ than metamorphy in not knowing metamorphy at all. This stricturing against extra-dimensionality is the sub-stance of the closed space - PfD" - which subverts the presence of the deific & which, 209 in its stead, generates the temporary configurations of mortal history. This latter is by no means an ‘inconspicuous open space’ within which master names merely rotate or transpire: the revolution against deification forces idols of appearance into place, en-act-ment in consequence of which produces palpable ghastliness (divine mutation) & living tendrils of sublucent thought. History, as sublucence, is the fall into myths of being .. into lies thrown up in the air .. the lies of arbitrary master names (the lies of essence) - ousia, necessity, infinity, number &c - conjured up by generations of mortals, led by philosophers who cannot persuade God into revealing Himself by their means & who refuse God by His means. Cognitive structures of the fall negate epistrophe by remaining fallen, and this is because the epistrophe is unnatural, that is, it is natural to be divine & one cannot overcome the fall to reach this by enactments in the fall. Unfallingness is the wrenched equipoise of violence against earthly enmeshment, a forcible turning-around from compliance in seduction .. a painful turning-away from the sickening pull of the enchantments of N"4<,ÃH2"4, the making-to-appear of sublucence - “being” under the wrong light of quotidian reality - into deific NV@H (NfH), as out of daylight into divine light ... reversing the drives and, initially, whilst awaiting momentum & deific thrust, struggling back through the mutated accretions of flesh & its weighted impositions, with stifled, sometimes audible, groans .. casting down agonies, unleashing the god from the crucified pathway .. and then upwards into the golden lands of Christ’s extra-dimensionality, crying deliverance .. Thus a descriptive illustration. I am concrete in a god’s nightmare, but I am the god whose nightmare it is. Earth is the god’s concrete nightmare .. the way of death for those mortalized: hence all “humans” are sub-humans or gods under themselves. Only the rising bestows lucent humanity. Almighty God - Christ Almighty - is fully human. (It is worthwhile utilizing Schelling here Ages 8:212/4:588: “To be infinite is by itself no perfection; rather it is the token of the imperfect. What is perfected is just what is in itself rounded, completed, finished”). He should have added: only the •DPZ of Christ’s NV@H - deific lightening - completes. The pagan Greeks always associated phos as mortal with everyday light, or with lower - unnatural - light. µ,JV<@4" - ‘conversion’ - returns the concrete to the god literally, that is, not by thought alone, but by a miraculous change of flesh & appearances related to flesh. The Vision of God is an effacing of fallen life: the god awakes, partly or fully, and Heaven rejoices - i.e. - it joys again ... This relocation (transportation) is the only new dawn for man: it goes beyond µ,J"N@D"4 - portable meanings - in converting sunlight & moonlight into the uncreated light of the essentiality - Eigentlichkeit - of Almighty God’s presence. This relocation does not go - shift - from the concrete to the spiritual, as if the concreteness of flesh is eradicated: illumination occurs through concretion, but this latter unfalls by the ancientness of - the restoration of - ‘new’ colours, ‘new’ sounds, ‘new’ thoughts. Ancientness - Urliness - vacates the mythic spaces of earth, with its phainesthetic (phenomenal) shinings, 210 and enters the divine realms in unsurpassing glory. It is here that thought topologizes the unspeakable: there is an asymmetric shift which sublucence cannot reference: the privatio - FJXD0F4H - of the thought of subhumanity is overcome: only cascades forth the expressiveness of surging gods, again empowering delights ensue ... D. There is only one great myth of earth, a myth so pervasive that it solicits almost universal assent, a validation of ignorance so overwhelming that it reaches intimidatory proportions, one hardly ever challenged by the billion-fold morass of subhumanity in its daily round, occupied as it is by the workings of darkened entrails - its combinatorial twistings of thought - which, shored up by the virulent cretinism of philosophical structure, rules unchallenged almost everywhere as the dominant ideology of humankind. This ideology takes as obvious ‘even being’, or that which can never be other, the this-worldly something which never (during life) deworlds or unworlds or disworlds, as if palpability - Gegenständlichkeit - is an ‘endurant’ or fixed grid on which given- ness never ‘gives over’ .. as if life’s es gibt - ,É<"4 - in the tangibility of its surrounding content never revolts into its own innermost negation. Humans fail (culpably so) to recognise that God’s energy is so powerful .. so possessing of the ultimate finesse of exactitude - •6D^$,4", consummate execution - of His purpose .. that He can, as He wishes, overthrow the physical ordinances of the world: it is only the resistance of subhumanity which holds the world in a grip of its own making ..... This resistance or anti-typy is a myth resulting from the physics of mass - impenetrability - as if one cannot, in the last analysis, push through things to breach the world. Obviously, the breaching of things - smashing a gap through - is, in metamorphy, not a replacing of things by obvious impossibilities, as metamorphic thought is far more intelligent than the crudity of physical law. William Blake touched on this, so: “what is called Corporeal nobody knows its dwelling place - it is in fallacy & its existence an imposture”. This imposture rests on antinomial identity, or the god identifying with the not ... Corporeality is identification with not divine: it fixes itself as the FJVF4H - the stationariness - of flesh (refusing to turn this into a thunderbolt of energy). Antinomial identity - <@ØH •<@0J`H - defies the energizing underneath & thus it keeps the god underneath: obviously, death will rip this shit off. Thank death! Or thank Christ for f***ing this mass imposture over: take them all out (Ë<" ¹ Ò 1,ÎH J B