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A letter to a friend February 06 2004
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Have your religious manias resolved into accurate light?
Have you figured out the difference between being forced to do
something evil and wanting to do it? The difference between acting
out the shadow play of what you can't remember and yet can't forget,
and seeking it, seeking to be the cause of it even though it means
going backward through time?
Do you ever feel your ancestors looking out at the world through the
windows of your eyes? Feel them seeing; the shock of what this world
has become...
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Some questions, I have no real answers to them myself.

My spiritual practice these days involves the violent destruction of blank
playing cards and unnumbered roulette wheels, and lying to
bad-tempered children.
My desires for perverted transcendence will never be satisfied, I
know this now, so I don't let myself feel them.

What I do allow myself to feel is a hunger for the nameless dread as
words burn away from the sub-cortex, the little clouds of
electro-magnetic energy that are the self turning to vapor and
blowing back down the stairs toward earth; the way it's going to be
slithering toward the Most High, when our bodies lose atomic weight
and substance, when there's nowhere left to run away to and nothing
left to run with, and true gravity pulls us all back into the Living Fire.

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A letter to a friend February 06 2004 - Have your religious manias resolved into accurate light? Have you figured out the difference between being forced to do something evil and wanting to do it? The difference between acting out the shadow play of what you can't remember and yet can't forget, and seeking it, seeking to be the cause of it even though it means going backward through time? Do you ever feel your ancestors looking out at the world through the windows of your eyes? Feel them seeing; the shock of what this world has become... - Some questions, I have no real answers to them myself. My spiritual practice these days involves the violent destruction of blank playing cards and unnumbered roulette wheels, and lying to bad-tempered children. My desires for perverted transcendence will never be satisfied, I know this now, so I don't let myself feel them. What I do allow myself to feel is a hunger for the nameless dread as words burn away from the sub-cortex, the little clouds of electro-magnetic energy that are the self turning to vapor and blowing back down the stairs toward earth; the way it's going to be slithering toward the Most High, when our bodies lose atomic weight and substance, when there's nowhere left to run away to and nothing left to run with, and true gravity pulls us all back into the Living Fire. # 19:37	artcyclopedia Internet Archive Image Base loc pnp EmbARK masters of photography dublog gmtPlus9 plep fiendishistheword pretty serendipities Giornale Nuovo under the fire star conscientious esthet Parking Lot bellona times UFO Breakfast Recipients :::wood s lot::: Caterina Poetry Daily Verse Daily Sprezzatura generationrice archipelago vertechnic InterTran alt. diacriticals rhetoricals quickcolor old bookmarks in no order some broken: literary bookmarks artmarks1 artmarks2 Books Page	archives(dirty beloved) to August 31 '03 archives Ω Email

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