The way in which the Zothyrians took over the control of the entire field of gnostic physics was by means of their magickal use of computer programming. They took possession of the field of magickal physics because they gradually took over every magickal computer in the universe. They simply started with one system and from that one system they moved outwards, from information system to information system, gradually changing the programs in other systems and computers, so that those programs and systems became subsections and components in their own logic. Their method of entry was entirely subtle and few if any magicians, even those using psionics systems, could detect the invasion from the outside. No one suspected such a move on the part of those who were 'others'.
before my sleep I sought a spot of sausage all about my home I roamed in my forage all along my empty fridge did I rummage
Umbrage utterly I went back to my bed my stomach sang songs of hunger in my head remembered from a strange cook book that I read
“spread the cheese upon the bread and shred the Pork season with the soul of the orc then your fork will have pierced a pork prettier than New York”
Torqued and twisted my tummy as slumper took and dreams of things yummy from my little book danced and sang and darted and dazzled and shook
cooked my brain into a phantasy of cheese trees and breeze land and the seas even my keys were made of different cheese and all of these
pleased my eye even the blue birds that would fly were whirling wheels of whipped cream cheese in the sky a Swissman sailing fondue seas shouted “AYE!”
“why yes you can guess by my dress my pleasure is to glide past gouda seas to treasure! come with me in your leisure, without pressure
measure my magnificent mozzarella mingle with my many melted Brie’s fella! come! meet my men armed with chicken Marsala
compel ya, dont it to board my pirate ship “ I boarded his berry-brimmed boat for the trip but a Gorgon-zola made everyone flip
slipped my captain from the happy hopping hop and he darted to make his ship stopping stop he slashed her with his sword from bottom to top
dropped from her head a precious pearl shining white I crawled and clinged to it like some kind of wight I ate the pearl of provolone then felt right
bright light flashed and faded from the whole vision I was at home at night with some provision by my bedside table and I ate it all
eli eli lama sabachtani far far away far far away Eli eli lama sabachtani crystal eye crying eternal Aleph God is not yet I am God is not dead yet I am so far so far eli eli the illusion falls sabaoth sabachtani
there black iris spiral door and gently rests three three three thrice fold cross broken in the center its not a command it’s a test “if he marks my face and curses my name, I am surely blessed”
idol of I my eye on my little take-worm if you curse my name in your name I will enter your secret place it’s an empty desire just an empty desire an endless empty Love blazing black and white Burning all of the idols and wormy Gods burning with inmost Light
in a desolate landfill sat a broken rope and rusted lock the lock would try to start a chat “broken rope do not curse the clock
time is the slayer of all things do not cry because we are dead no matter locks or ropes or Kings all things shall rot and become dead”
the Rope replied while still wailing “it is not for myself I cry I cry for one who was ailing from his soul he wanted to die
he came to me in that hour he was my owner and master he knew he could use my power he said “now end this disaster”
the dagger of his soul stabbed him the taunting of his soul mocked him his soul’s deep darkness blinded him his soul’s anguish brought him to me
he gave me his trust and last faith around a gnarled branch he took me to rescue him, this was his fate he twisted me into a noose
around his neck I embraced him I could now finally free him but his soul would not release him it shouted “no more! let him go”
I then replied “you killed the man” my body then strentched, “leave him go!” I then replied “you killed the man” and my master gave me a smile
the soul departed from the earth and my body let itself rest my master then fell to the dirt and with him also did I fall
my lament is for my master no other shall be my master my soul grieves now for my master master save me from my own soul
A poem for a vision I saw when hearing a flute
the sweet sound of the flute heard in my youth, reminds me when Ringed the bright White Welkin, swirling air therein singed a hymn of truth. like syllabic spells wrought by elven kin,
taught to those adepts of Tyrian flame who worship the wine of the Aurora, which has not the rosy fingered dawn’s fame but furnishes iridescent flora
with an aura of opal effulgence, and emanates an elixir dark blue. this hue brings many men of excellence but such magnificence men must eschew
i was filled with lust when I laid my eyes upon the plant which makes men wise wizards such glories should dwell hidden in the skies for all else loses its glory and guise and the beauty of all other things dies
The Demon Conjurer
a dream did seem to pass before my eyes, I saw lord of the flies who said “if you are wise, gather the great grimoire of honorious, you will become notorious, your face glorious, by Morpheus you will overcome Even Orpheus in ingenuity and the praise of men.” then I awoke and I remembered what he spoke, the terrible tome I sought for much time, for ages I sought the pages all found except one, it was now mine and now was the time
, it instructed to invoke Ayperos, “draw in dirt during dust these symbols, an angel’s ambient body and a lions large head, tail of a hare, spine of bear and foot of a goose and remember the name of the reigning royal Childwho is crowned and conquering, Christ the chimera of crooked man and the straight line and light of God, in the indomitable circle assemble the symbols”
I hollowed the book and followed it to the letter “tire demon or devil come by circle and its center “ the devil came and with a bellow of his stomach mocked my mighty circle and conjuration “your book lacked one symbol, you have no power my maw shall gnaw your flesh and Rend your soul the moment you walk outside the circle” I felt great fear as death drew near i was a mere mortal in his delirious sphere my mind was rendered blind before the fiery fiend and in blindness the bright inmost light ignited within the depths of my dark soul from the spark of remembrance of the crowned and conquering Christ i broke my fear
and spoke these words “your lord the prince of the birds of the air is bound and sweared obedience to the great God in that same name I cast you down and cast you back into the flame, the bitter sting, return in shame to your dwelling and be bound by the bravery of the begotten Son who holds the keys to hell and death” in a moment the demon vanished by my lord it was vanquished and I thanked the Great god by whom I banished the fiend, I cleaved to god to be cleaned in my inmost self and saw a vision of the celestial host,
i gave all my focus towards an ascent just as moses did so that I may attain theosis, slowly the Holy Spirit drew near me and like morning dew the presence was upon me, no longer do I seek fame but I cleave to the god who came to my rescue and seek to learn the mysteries of god and await the return of the god who earned for me my eternal salvation
The speech of a fellow I met in my dreams
this so very strange all-pervading yellow elven light penetrating my eyesight, it reminds me of that night when I saw sylvan Orcus taking flight, that vicious Vulcrine God, Great in Gaiety, laughing as animals lament his passing. to me came he and he said “make an oath or I shall rip your throat, thine hand and mine shall both create a covenant. you shall be abundant! healthy wealthy and wise, the power to change your size, to see through all lies, and mastery of the skies and sight of the eternal sunrise”
I surprised said “what shall be sought of me? what hath brought thee here before me?”(the blabbering of a beast beguiles me not so easily) readily he replied “in return for a bright and a forever-burning life, bind me to to your brain, i will be in your mind, you will smell rosemary and Thyme, your ears shall chime with the chatter of changing wind and you will see the light wind in the Welkin wrought by the royal yellow worn by the prince of Yew-dalir, where the bees have given their yellow to the yew trees and dwells Ullr shining bright like a Star.” I signed his oath and he showed himself true.
that was when I knew the yellow light, That was when I knew the living life, as if I was always dead now no longer do I feel dread, I am alive and not dead I am alive and not dead I am alive and not dead! over and over again this I said and say it now again I am alive and not dead
green goblins seen beyond the grassy field and humbabas hoary face keeps changing his old cedar forest where was revealed Great God Shamash and his glory unaging green goblins seen beyond the grassy field and humbabas hoary face keeps changing his old cedar forest where was revealed Great God Shamash and his glory unaging Great God Shamash and his glory unaging Great god Shamash and your servant unchanging never was ninsun’s son slain, your servant sent to slay humbaba the terrible great and fervent King, he who is fervent humbaba with presence unbearable “slay humbaba Hero of holy Ur humbaba slay, humbaba with wife lure” Great god Shamash said to his fervent servant Humbabas head had he held in his hand Humbabas head had he held in his hand Humbabas head had he held in his hand sacrifice had he the head to Great Shamash for this be known forever, Great Gilgamesh
I reign over you, sayeth the god of justice in power exalted above the firmament the Great Judge Who’s judgement is always permanent even the sun is sworn by your Statutes wondrous
To be as if a flashing and avenging Sword and the book of the Moon ever declares your name saying “i am ever your burning candle Lord though I flicker and wane, you are ever the same”
Thou Great God who’s Garments are majesty and light I lament and repent my vanity praying “purify my Heart, only you know what is right” Lord whom the living creatures cry out to saying
“holy holy holy is the lord God of hosts Heaven and earth are ever full of your glory” though man is less than even a weak worm he boasts
“there is no God, he is nothing but a story”
but I remember your Hoary tales from of Old for your deeds and goodness are written in my heart your priests before the ark praised you, I am more bold by the name of Christ I know you will not depart
by his blood Face to face I praise before the Throne “Thou ancient of days and the lord of creation
i seek but one thing, be thou my meditation you are with me always, never am I alone open thy mysteries and open the unknown “
Amen
A short poem to a blizzard
your flakes are like the kisses of women whirling past my chilled cheek, kisses of snow glisten upon the now-pale ground, listen the song of your strong roaring winds that blow in a voice more lovely than fragile tongue with icy bones of crystal clarity yet your skin is alabaster and young my lady of December rarity
though you may leave me blackened and injured I wish to be in you, ice cold blizzard
more lovely than the sunset on these waters is that glimmering city seen from afar joy and delight are the names of her daughters for she shines brighter than any silver star and as I come to port to its harbour bar before my eyes the souls of the breathless bay rise as the sounds of crashing waves, so bizarre you can hear their voices clear even this day “away sailor, a trap, away” they say but the light weaves as a strange gossamer there and the voice of rest and tiredness beg “stay” what dwells in you city, that can ensnare like flies men of freedom and will to power? “i will leave” yet passes another hour
The Vision of Joachim as he went to ask for his bride in marriage
along a long forest road I rode past pretty pixies playing in trees but my horse’s haunty hoove’s had slowed
something squeezed my soul, some kind of breeze broke my balance and brought a bane thought “why does the sky seem sick with disease?”
heaven cracked with veins hellish and hot and the dread carrions mouths open crying “gorge on the world’s flesh and Rot”
but the baneful vision was broken by my memory of another and my apocalypse was stolen
“I love you more than any other” had healed the heaven’s horrid decay i headed to become her brother
and gain her fathers favor that day that we be wedded as bride and man Lord may heaven bless my holy Anne
A question to time and an answer
How chance the roses there do fade so fast? and the virgin marble must be broken? because the light of life must never last and calm silence is the last word spoken
Shall I then silent be, or shall I speak? and will I wake or shall I stay asleep? the young trees are soft and terribly weak yet the strong tree is slain and cannot weep
will the mother who’s maw mangles her young mingle my breath with the briar’s own blight ? or will the Welkin’s Wyvern whirl his ancient tongue and let me dwell in eternal delight?
the question of the bard I shall not wait my heart has chose to have undying faith
Ghostly delight
all of me lays down resting a thousand voices call out each one sounding more tempting I need not open my mouth these phantoms may try to shout but I am in complete peace peter may have had his doubt but one told the storm to cease though the earth’s weight may increase and the whirling air Bellow and the dread waves release and flames of red and yellow come to end me through their strife and I be cast into night I shall remain in blest life in holy ghostly delight
I sign this by the holy purgatorial fire and the river of lethe and fivefold Eunoia transmute me in accordance with the Lord’s desire that is my sole fruit, bread, meat, milk and euphoria
in the midst of a mist covered land stand I let me try to recall how and why I pry first from my memory a woodland old and deserted, now a wasteland save for the Sphinx statue which made me tremble it guarded an abandoned temple its incense was all pervading dread lit by a river of clouds blood red fearing the night fall and the ferocious beasts i entered the temple lacking priests
the once worshipped idols no longer hallowed are now by the dark abyss hollowed something seemed amiss in the yawning darkness I heard mourning cries of a goddess and saw the monstrous idol with Dew adorned
“he who is rejected and Adored”
I heard as I stepped towards the vile image with courage I relate its visage
the legs of scorpions and a lizards face and a crab’s claw bearing a cruel mace and its other hand a bear’s paw lifted up and before it was a dark red cup its color was heaven’s own starry tincture i stepped forth to grab the admixture
but again I heard that goddess siren cry I stepped back in fear that I may die then I beheld from whence the cup I would rip the stone fleshed hand of a statue’s grip and with the cruel goddess voice she spake to me “I have mingled the blood of the free and the astral cross of the four Royal hosts with the beheaded one and his ghosts brought to him by the gorgons dread face which bound to dark ignorance the human race”
then opened her delirious eyes they shined not with darkness, for they were her lies in them layed a million blasphemies my soul was trapped in her pleasing agonies I was nearly beguiled but came three who came to this tenebrous place to save me
they held outstretched three swords, longest was their chiefs (this is naught but a Christian’s beliefs be not alarmed as if a strange new doctrine for I veil the only truth sovereign) their swords pierced through my soul‘s every part revealing even my inmost heart then I arosed free from my dark stone prison thrice infused by the great lord risen
then I beheld that object of derision that former idol in my vision crippled, divided and laying there prostrate in the name of love, hope and of faith I seized the cup from the abomination by the lord of true combination I blessed it saying “i bless you with marriage and I rebuke your confused mirage love without the lovers be not truest love for the marriage of heaven above is with the earth below in obedience a curse then on disobedience “
and as I spoke these words a pearl of great price arose from the dark cup shining thrice thrice perfect, thrice holy, thrice infused and blest I seized the pearl and entered deep rest
I awaken now in the midst of the mist in a small boat, with no human to assist nor to grant direction nor grant me guidance but as I sat in the fog and deep silence I remember that my sole captain and guide is the captain of eternity who died and now lives and reigns forever in power neither poet, Sybil nor pomp could scour the white robes stained with the cracks of broken clay gained when Adam had ate of the fruit that day how then can they lead me across the river into the green pasture, shining like silver decked with glories more splendid than the whole earth? through this my faith, I saw he of virgin birth
though he stood far off and upon the waters I knew it was he, the groom of earths daughters and he cried out to me “ be thou unafraid! it is I, through me was your soul knit and made”
and I shout to him “to the lord I now pray if it be you who calls out, leave me not stay but call thou me upon the waters to come” and my lord with utter peace said to me “come “
I stepped out of the boat and upon the waves for a moment I looked down and saw the graves of men within the waters, as if they slept they lay there motionless in the darkest depth
in that moment I fell into the dark deep but the shepherd clenches with his hand his poor sheep the fog vanishes like darkness slain by light he embraces me, wiping my tears and blight and he leads me to the place which knows not night
heavy hoarfrost has covered all the northern wind whistles and blows as pale Boreas blessed snows fall with hail, as slushy water flows past my window I see there grows a blue rose alive among ice and a voice calls out to me twice
“I crown me with the crooked limbs of the frost befallen giants and greater are my silent hymns than the treasures of the tyrants pluck the Rose abhorrent of spring it is my silver marriage ring”
I listened to the voice that singed softer than the sweetest maiden was it my own rev’ry that ringed or some spirit I’ve mistaken? unless I grab the Rose it seemed it would remain something I dreamed
I deemed this too much and hurried towards the blue rose I journeyed i neared and felt something quite queer my chest’s warmth grew as I came near towards that blue gem set in white I grasped it and saw a bright light
in my hand I now held a ring and I without fearing frostbite wore it to see what it would bring suddenly it turned into night yet I tasted not bitter sting and my eyes opened and gained sight
all around me fell blue petals and each petal burnt hot as flame but not the flame which melts metals nor the flame of the devil’s shame the flame’s name and love are the same though It was an inner fire it felt ice cold of desire
now wrapped in a blanket of blue another flash, all is now snow I heard her again “now go through walk this path and I you will know” but I could no longer now go my body was fully broken but the flame remained unbroken
my form was naught but snow and ice but I held on to my inner heat I tried getting up even thrice towards she who’s voice was so sweet I went out to marry and meet suddenly my form had shattered and all of me was now scattered
but my soul and my flame were one though now as a servant of flame I swore that this path shall be done and her who’s voice cries I will claim i darted as a flame that spun and spiraled across the cold road her wind whistle was my sole goad 
I was now in a northern land I felt such a euphoria as I beheld a sight so grand she was Purple winged boreia Ice was her crown and her scepter she shined clear white like a specter or a phantasmagoria
though I a flame and she winter we embraced and my form returned reformed from ashes and cinder and I grasped the bride I had earned for whom my soul had burned and yearned
her flame and my frost then married they became one in self and kind all differences were emptied and we became one gentle mind
once there was born a prince with three natures pridefull, mindfull and blessed among creatures the prideful prince saw palace as prison his father spoke, “I shall not imprison you my son, go into a distant land but take from me this gift into your hand” and he was given a raven stained white “may its flight be to you a guiding light” the prince placed himself in a foreign place where unknown was his custom and his face he ate as they ate and drank as they drank and forgot his noble birth and his rank the prince came to such ugly poverty he begged for stranger’s food and property one saw him, wearing false gold and a wig “ poor boy, come with me and tend for my pig come and I will pay you a proper wage” daily he placed himself in the pig’s cage and was paid so poorly he ate the filth fit as feed only for pigs without guilt but the white raven cried out “return home do not wander, do not waver nor roam “ his heart was pierced and he ran from that place he cried out in the dark night and saw space the white raven flew past constellations each star causing such strange contemplations and the raven cried out “ I see him there your father in a garden, this I swear.” he hurried to his father while yelling “I seek you, let me into your dwelling!” he reached the King and they met in embrace the attendants gave him new robe as grace the Prince’s joy poured forth as many tears “i was Wrong, for just as a moth who nears the flame for love of the fire am I let me never leave your side lest I die “
but this tale leaves one thing left to mention the prince had for the father a question “why were you in the garden all alone?” the Father said “I shall make all things known among the quiet stars and singing birds I sent out to my sons my many words but many married to melancholy rejected bird song and stars in folly but the hour has come, leave them to roam we must return to our Holy Home
Particulars emerge as a multiplicity of universals which then recapitulate their universality, this re-universalization process occurs through a rationalization Division identical to the process by which the Begriff becomes the Idea. In this regard each category is filled with a multiplicity of objects and each object is itself a category which repeats different the same previous category and this repetition causes the emergence of new qualities from the same by rational unfolding of the same. This is because the recapitulated universal is an auto-position of the previous universal thus its revealing and its concealing are an identical movement.
If this is applied to the sosein database model we may analyze the sum of our model thus far
Line 1 Sosein as Begriff
Line 2 Dasein as the idea of Sosein
Line 3 Dasein as auto-position of Sosein as Begriff
Line 4 auto-positioned Dasein acting as Sosein
Line 5 Dasein of auto-positioned Sosein
line 6 Auto-position of the dasein of the autopositioned sosein
Etc
This schema can be used in reverse in order to extend phenomenological reduction to an even further extreme than previously attained in the following way.
Line 10=the Giveness of the Arcane logos as the particular idea of
Line 9 the Sum of all possible giveness of all logoi as the universal concept of logos
Line 8 the sum of all giveness of all logoi as the particular dasein of all sides of the gives-without giveness
Line 7 the gives-without-giveness as the most abstract category
Line 6 the gives-without-giveness as the particular dasein of Pure sosein in itself (The Real=totality of properties, note this is where Laruelle’s model reaches Aporia)
Line 5 sosein as the most abstract category(The Holy Aporia, The jewel of contradiction) the sum of the without-giveness which need or needn’t give
Line 4 sosein as the particular dasein of the purely Ungiven
Line 3 The Purely Ungiven as the most abstract category (that which is not in phenomena, that which is neither self nor not self, neither noumena nor Soma, the vast regions of darkness Beyond the Jewel, the mirror and abyss of the trinity) which neither philosophy nor non-philosophy can communicate due to the bondage of the jewel of contradiction and gives-without-giveness
Line 2 the Purely Ungiven as the particular nature of the darkness of Godhead(not necessarily Godhead, it can be the void prior to the Big Bang, the outside of the range of the universe which the universe unfolds into but is not ever, that which no consciousness can perceive and shall not ever perceive)
Line 1 The Godhead as ultimate category but also the break down of universality and particularity
Line 0 the universality of the most universal is its particular nature, the particular nature of it is its universality, by extension the most particular of the particular is the universal most and vice versa. This is the Person of the Godhead, this contradiction creates the entirety of the schema and is the entire schema
Demonstration through phenomenological-ontological-theological reduction.
Beginning with the Normative perception of the world as the process of the intermingling of various empirical-eidetic constructs
These root in the relations/dasein of eidetic structures
This itself roots out of the sosein of eidetic structure, the capacity to have eidetic structures.
The eidetic structure capacity is the capacity to have processes of rectification/solidification of the various elements that arise by the intermingling of perceptions of self and other
These root in the rectification/solidification of self and other
Both of these arise at once through perception of phenomena, otherness arising out of perception of gross external matter and perception of self from a subtle sense of self which pervades experience. The self conception and conception of other arise at once, designing each other, the self knows it is self by seeing it is not-self by seeing the other. The sense of other knows otherness by sense of self. These occur at once.
Both of the sense of self and other root out of the phenomenological experience of experience itself
Experience arises as particular and solidified elements of the capacity called perception, perception is general, the particular being of perception is experience, the substance of experience is perception.
Perception is a product of and arises at once with consciousness, this is because perception is the capacity of the consciousness to perceive. However consciousness must always be conscious of something.
Consciousness then is the substance/determination/sosein of perception and perception is the dasein of consciousness
Consciousness and being are for all practical purposes from the phenomenological perspective identical, to be is to be consciousness and to be conscious is to be conscious of something. (Thus being=consciousness and consciousness=perception of being)
That which pervades consciousness/ones being is the transcendental ego, this is simply that which determines that this being is this particular being, this consciousness is this particular consciousness.
Thus the substance/determination/sosein of the consciousness is Transcendental ego (the true self, absolute I.)
The consciousness(and by extension being) can only know being by dividing its own being from its perception of other things, thus the process of intentionality is identical to the process of emptying being of its harmonious self-unity, which is the birth of self-other, perception is consciousness emptying/blinding itself of its singular substance of being in order to perceive a multiplicity of beings and thus experience its own being and the aspects of these beings through experience.
The transcendental ego likewise is the determinant of the consciousness which can only know itself by such a process of division, by this I mean to say, prior to consciousness there is no substantial difference between the material substance/determination of the transcendental ego and all that is not one’s own being, as the transcendental Ego in itself is the determinant of Particular beings and not particular beings, we can thus say that the multiplicity of Being is identical to the unity which we refer to by the term transcendental Ego.
The transcendental ego however does not exist within itself without relation to being, prior to the multiplicity of being it is simply the Real, it only becomes the transcendental ego when it becomes a determinant of being.
The Transcendental ego then is the process by which the Real becomes being, thus the transcendental ego is identical to the becoming/manifesting of Being
But the same pattern exists here also, the Being gains determination from the transcendental ego, the transcendental ego gains determination from the field of all determinants/real substances known as the Real, but is not divided from the real within itself. Rather it knows itself as being Through the process of auto-position.
The Real by mirroring itself, recognizing itself, the one by seeing itself as one, creates the process of becoming-one which is the transcendental ego which is by its nature necessarily arising with consciousness.
Thus auto-position is consciousness.
The determinants of the real undergo auto-position which necessarily must induce intentionality, or to word it without jargon, the Real by realizing it is the Real loses its reality as the real and thus becomes consciousness of its reality by its lack of reality which necessarily must be consciousness of itself and others.
The Real therefore determines/gives but is itself is not given, it is thus the gives-without-giveness, the Determines-without-being-determined, which is to say, the Nondual unity which is called Sunyata and Ain.
However this nature of giving without being given/giving data determinants without being determined itself once more reveals our same process, the determining without being determined/gives-without-giveness must logically be the particular determination/dasein of its own higher substance, its own higher substance is logically the Ungiven, that purely undetermined of which all that is and is not determined is but a particular fragment and by no means the entire genus.
Beyond this I can think of nothing higher than the ungiven than the root of the ungiven, which must be the divine darkness, the unknowability of Godhead, and by this I mean to say, the Ungiven must be the membrane through which the power of God(which due to divine simplicity is Nondual to all of his other ineffable attributes) manifests into the totality of reality and by reality I mean that dasein nature of gives-without-giveness
Thus the ungiven is a boundless database, a genus, whereas the entirety of the gives-without-giveness is but a singular particular within that broader category.
The broader category of the Ungiven being the membrane through which the ineffable godhead interacts with the Real.
Zothyrian Revisionist 