23 December 2021, Thursday

The Matriarch,
Wise in her dissociation,
Tapped into places,
Liminal spaces,
& a constant reiteration for months
Of an unattainable upstairs.

10:58
“It has started, folks upstairs, come down.”

12:58
Between worlds.
Demons, angels
Flaming swords,
Hellfire;
Acrid sulfur
From another dimension.
“Stay away from the metals!”
…an echo of a warning offered.
“Do not give in!”
Furious in statement.
“You are so good!”
Watching, always,
The man in the brown jacket.
A sedation,
Never waking;
Feeling her pass
In real time
On Christmas Eve
While listening to the
Extreme low frequencies.

25 December 2021, Saturday

Christmas Day on the IoT.
MMORPG.
A quest to save a woman
From the hands of the Mad God
A quest given by the Arch-Mage.
“You can do this, <username>”
Except the name he spoke
Was not my character
But the name I choose to go by
In this physical reality
Which might have made more sense
Had the Xbox profile been mine.
The choice,
harder than expected.
The choice,
To sacrifice someone
For knowledge
The book of infinite knowledge,
A temptation, truly,
For above all,
I seek to know,
And by knowing,
To understand,
And by understanding,
To love unconditionally.
And I knew sacrificing this woman
Would be to sacrifice myself.
As within, so without.

26 December 2021, Sunday

Born on a Sunday,
Reborn on a Sunday.
To explain the encounter with Crowley
I may need to go back to when I was eleven years old
To a time where my life goal was to climb
A mountain in Nepal
An addiction experience that was not my own.
Now is not the time for this.

Highest noon.
Information transfer.
Christ and Beast,
A reality to shock entities
On all sides of the spectrum;
The penultimate plan,
The nature of the church so perverted,
That the nature of Christ is corrupted beyond measure.
Beast as the Christ,
Each of the two,
The Mark
Transmuted.
Disturbing ideas
Make too much sense;
Lucifer means Lightbringer
But the light only comes
After the long hard road out of hell
& a denial
Denial of pride,
Denial of Lucifer,
“You have done what I could not
The denial of substance
After such intoxication
The denial of complete sobriety in search of a balanced harmony
Makes you the perfect vessel.
They either question what I tell them
And run, out of fear;
Or completely entertain it,
Following without question
You do both
Simultaneously
And maintain a careful balance.
In this world now
The only extreme is perfect balance.
This balance is the most chaotic energy
One could possibly conceive.”

…Exhaustion.

Falling into a state of consciousness that cannot be described as either sleeping or waking.
Visions of an amalgaman.
Inebriated.
Attempted violation.
Horror.
Weapons perfected.
Grand declaration of war.