#Mutual godhood - I am his god he is mine. Mother of Selfhood
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blackvahana · 2 months ago
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Lev said I was Memory.
The urge to dance - which is to say the deeprooted existence as the thing which causes others to dance - is boiling. Unfurling thick petals are violence, reality torn with the unfurling is a blooming. Hear the beat, and then I'll get you to copy it. Let me introduce you to Time.
There is no Grey, I am an amalgamation, an alloy. Gold seeps from the eyes of those seeing, makes the dances red. Red pulls the reigns of the wolf chariot, wild as the burning sky. Revelation. Watch the clock underlying reality - Janus at every doorway. Tick, tick, tick, return. A series of mine steps forward, one back, the body lurches with it. The divorcing of Time from Perception is ancient, a line drawn in the sand by the first trident.
I open the text book on symbols to a huge image, the Shri Yantra. Ah, God, the madness that is not expelled turns the head, rolls the brain and eyeballs, is digested by the host.
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