Extracts from the book
.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.
The immortals have become insane, unbinding themselves only with the violent ontologies of death, which they dare to name life.
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...
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 the making-to-appear of sublucence - "being" under the wrong light of quotidian reality - into the Deific, 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.
Philosophy - along with its inbred and whoring daughters - is merely rebellion against God. Subhumans inhabit death in their multiple gestures, giving death to each other in the variegated sensibilities of insane activity, this and every day, for beneath the kiss of air and sunshine only the insanity of death rules the world.
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: Mutants are always insane (...the world is insane) to the degree that they think themselves human. "Humans" are deranged immortals who live in a spatiotemporal madhouse constructed outside of Heaven...
Satan is masked to all but the visionary (.. the theological seer). He knows I know him - not as Dante, Milton, Goethe, Blake &c - he is not a literary device, a character or something converted by a prosaic uplift. He is the master name of all monstrosity, standing behind and in all monsters, the excrementitious slide down (the choice down when you know better). The harrowing of hell is innocence entering shit (.. evil shit). Evil exists; and it is extremely frightening. And this is the fright of appalling fear: hence, the sub-god barricades himself (or: herself) by masked opacities .. by "being human" .. precisely as Satan requires. It is this which is the great negation & the sole arche of all earthly tragedy: from this there follows every oppressive mutation. Satan shades the earth in sub-deific light & there is "no one against god but god himself". Man is sprung from immortal life, but, in aping mortality, he is birthed like the sun, grasps the temporary zenith, and dies into black horizons. It is the mortal who constantly re-invents himself in masked transfigurations and who, in not coming forth into the gleaming divinity of surging gods, merely adapts himself to the configurations of a low universality. Universality - the utmost of every coordinate - aligns the perception of man with that of the tick & grub, seeing nature as an impenetrable ultimate, closed to deific transfiguration...
Uere 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.
- Man is imperfect. Hence man is incomplete
- Man's intelligence is incomplete. Man's reasoning is incomplete
- An incomplete man is an individual
- A person is a perfect man
- A perfect man is what God became minimally
- A perfect God is what man becomes maximally
- An individual man is not-God
- It is necessary, by omniscience, that God know everything
- It is necessary, by omnipresence, that God be everything
- God cannot be not-God: thus God becomes not-God to be everything
- In becoming not-God, God ceases to be God
- One is perfect in God, not in not-God...
