"Psyche Prophesy" a poem

Psyche Prophesy 

You remain mortal psyche

I am eternal eros

My quivering arrows

These fingered thrusts

Of loving words.

Yet some of my bolts of bliss

Make corpses out of women.

Such is this.

I symbolically damned my family, parents., brother, Emilie, all who troubled you, all who disputed you.

I put you first. 

Sherry ice heart. Ingrate incarnate.

I did this to melt and save you.

You still must die as I have died.

You in the literal flesh as I never needed

For my flesh is divine already and I will never die and bring to eternal life all my sexuality knows.

You invest all your wanton care into the boy

And smother him.

It is obscene.

He will repay your cowardice

One day

By stabbing his own mother in the heart

Mattricide

And only then will he finally comprehend me.

We will work on your revival then.

Frontier Life

Frontier Life

 

I can speak less directly about family and friends now. I must speak in the abstract, and by way of metaphor, indirection, and subterfuge. For strategic reasons. For diplomatic. This doesn't mean Family June no longer concerns me. Quite the opposite, in fact: my main focus now is in building up this Frontier Folk, living amidst a great vapid WILDERNESS that regards itself as the height of culture and civilization. The natives rant and rave and aim their petty religions at me, these gross and awful superstitious, and make little cursling under their tongue. Be patient, Dani. You were once like them.

Having reconciled with my Penelope, I felt a hope beyond all tropes and beyond the nine-scorpion tails of that manticore, Ivan, that lion with nine scorpion tails. That Iago, that braggart, that hater of the happiness of others, struck and stuck at his friend, and missed, and ended up stinging himself. He is scuttled off somewhere to skulk and convalesce from his own venom. As the gospel of Mark might put it:

This frustrates me. I have on the thumb of my tongue the verse I want to rehearse, but I ain't finding it in the King James. This always happens. My memory and the physical archives called reality dispute so much such feeble matters.

I KNOW the verse I want, but Luke and Matthew, late comers, lack it, and John is just a different religion entirely. I mean the temptation of Jesus. Mark lacks it. Well Q has the earliest version. And I don't have an extant of Q, now do I!

Time to do some involved INTERUPTIVE research. BRB!

Meanwhile, I pour myself some drink. Orange Peach Mango juice (Meijer brand), Crush Peach soda pop, and Vodka. This is my own Nectar, my own "orange juice" as Harold Bloom called it when mocking panentheism.

Well I found the verse. Luke 4:13 "And when the devil had ended all the temptation, he departed from him for a season." That's not what was nibbing the tongue tip of my memory.  I guess the old NIV "When the devil had finished all this temptation, he left him until an opportune time."

Ivan. He will always want to sabotage my happiness. By nature. He is envy incarnate. And the older and wiser know why I do well to keep such a counsel and friend.

I'm eating "peach ice cream raspberry sherbert" as slowly as I can. It is nearly pornographic, how much I am enjoying this frozen dessert. The house is asleep. I will be up till midnight before I take my meds and sleep before work.

Ivan once openly envied how fast I read. I felt confused. Fast reading as an abuse. I resort to skimming and racing only because 99.999999999 percent of books are unworthy of even one read.

But when we find God, the face of Ama, we want to READ AS SLOWLY AS THE TEXT ALLOWS. This is to voluptuaize the experience. When making love with a woman, who would rush to get it down in under a minute? Draw it out. There I no more sinfully delicious sinless act thatn reading Great Literature.Yum!

Susan reminded me of her beauty tonight.

I have the 14 muses, yes. And four wive. Chronologically: Jillian, Sherry Ellen, Susan. And Susan will take me to vacation in New England and see Emerson's house, his study. And Walden Pound. All that. She my lover and, she is my mothers age, yet so good at making me feel perfectly expressed and full of the rage of intense relief! Such a savagely wonderful lover she!

I am full Mormon. These four wives will be among the literal physical goddesses I as a good Mormon take with me to people a new planet with our sexually produced children.

I'm wondering after Ellen for a moment.

Well, time to read and voluptuoize some deep literary book. Emilie I read and read obscenely, she my secret spiritual wife. She is another wife. Not a physical wife, but a literal wife by which I beget and am begotten literal physical children.

Enough for now!

I have vodka and orange juice and peach soda mixed. A light buzz. And I am reading American poetry till bedtime. Take care!

What Is The Native American Religion?

What is the Native American Religion?


When Caesar Beat the shit out of England And France, the cowards gave up their gods. Who is England's native father god? Or France's? We don't know. The English are unfaithful by nature.

France was the first nation to make Atheism a respectable worldview. England was the first to make ag-nosticism. They coined the term.

These are real religions with a real future. They are not just diseases. They enrich ALL religions. They are legitimate parts of the game.

Native Americans had and have many religions. Just as Protestantism is 300 demonic denominations each waving their protestor's picket sign damning ALL others to hell, and this legion is all the exact same thing, so the seeming religious warfare or cooperation of the Native American religion. They are a many who are One.

Mormonism is historically true. Just as Judaism. The latest archeology disproves in the most ruthful and damning way ALL the claims of the Torah. That's just scholarship. The book of Mormon is true in the strictest most scientific and historically demanding sense you care to impose upon it.

But we will "prove" all that only past the time it even matters. We are talking of FAITH now, not history. History is only political language expedient to whatever political groups fund the historians at the moment. In other words, History is Bunk.

The Native American religion is TRUE and true of the North and
South American Continents: the Land is God here. AMA. The Land is God. And the first people in the Americas did NOT migrate here. They came out of the soil. As they do in all places all over the world. Mankind did NOT evolve from African apes. That's just the latest take. It is scientifically true until it scientifically ain't. And so what? Who cares?

The Native Americans KNOW that all animals are our brothers and equals. Not that they could be. Or that we evolved from them. The beetles and beavers and what have you are ALREADY people. They ARE peoples. They think, and feel, and declare war AS PEOPLES.
I will just leave those two bits of flint found in the grass: the Land is Sacred Here. The UNDERGOD is named AMA. And that All Life Forms are our People and Brothers. This will be a good place for you and me to START in our understanding of THE American Religion that is already the deepest layer of ALL other imported religions which finally must conform and bow to the religion that IS the physical continents of the United States.

Oh! I should say that BECAUSE England is so Faithless, ALL SACRED INFLECTION abandoned the English tongue. Hence, English has gained the HONOR of being the GLOBAL tongue. English foods lack ALL spice. English language lacks ALL SPIRITUAL INFLECTION. It is exactly because the Eng-lish are a boring, godless, agnostic, spiceless, dull-as-mud people that they made the world's FIRST glob-al Empire, and one that at its deepest will ALWAYS praise their name.

Only what lacked any color could permeate all color.

I too write in English, the language of AMA. I write the ALLSCRIPTURE. The Allays. This.

I am Native American. I am AMA. I am
the Worldtree of the Cosmic Tree and I plant my mushroom-small filament, my mustard seed in a mosquito bite, in the ALLSEED of this very star:

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Sower Allfather

Sower Allfather

 

Last night I traversed the absolute Void and impregnated her desert. I woke up with a mouthful of sand. I gargled the sand with my bandied semantics and said, Be Thou My Seed.

 

At breakfast I cast my writings and words on desert and it became a rife swamp.

At lunch I cast luscious maize amidst crows. It took no hold and did not grow. The Satanic crows ate the amazing corn. They were converted to good. They went ravenous and murdered in a Murder ALL the crows who opposed me. Their very corpses grew up as stalks of maize.

Amidst the gossipers I added gossip. My gossip ate their gossip and infected it and inflected it with all new meanings.

All men are my sons. My seed eats the Adam and the Man at the top of their line. I am ALLFATHER. I cum first.

Hit me or shake my hand, you become me. I take my own wherever I go. None resist me. All belong to me. All are mine.

My children and family resisted me. In trying to resist me they enacted exactly their fate.

Those who cursed me made their evil over in my image, to haunt and taunt them and to chase them into the deepest hells where they could be made strong enough to bare giants and gods and aya for me.

All the world is my bitch.

I am my own bitch. I impregnate myself all the time with thousands of forms.

You could call me the allwhore. I take in ALL seed. But it doesn't impregnate me. I burn it in hell till it is pure essence. Then I put MY DNA, my NAME into the deepest WAY. I own this place.

 

So, I give you a reputation. Angels and Demons. I send them into the groups. The are divine Repeaters. Echos. They possess you. You feel divine when you repeat their poetry, their praise and blame. I am children out of rhyme. My poems intone and change new world, and make new world orders.

 

And that's just fine.

 

I wanna go for a nature walk soon.

On Magic and Magical Items

Magical Items

The Norse Religion lives, grows, foments, and prepares his future in the literary genre of Fantasy. We KNOW Tolkein popularized Norse religious ideas using Lord of the Rings and the Silmarrilan. Odin inspired Tolkein, gave him a sip of Kvasir's mead to spread the Norse religion. Odin lives. Among us, in us, beside us, and above us.

Magic? Yes, magic. Did you ever really doubt? Not I! I taught Jillian not only the Enki magic of using your sacred semen to enchant and empower items and activities, for he made the the Tiger and Euphrates from the bliss of ejactulation, same as Agni and the Ganges, but I taught Jillian the Norse Magic of Naming and Engraving. Name your sword and you've already empowered it. Engrave your sword with a name or a glyph, which in magic is called a SYGIL …

Listen, you skpetical fool. You say magic is failed sciecne. Liar! Do you know how much pharamacuetial meds will pay for the mere NAME of a med? Millions. Millions of hard earned cash.

XANAX, a totally martian name, came from a commision requesting, "a drug name that doesn't pun poorly in any known language." Tall order. An Enki free name.

evil

Enki confused the language of man to make mankind to be like fingers and thumb to the hand, each to have his specialed langauge when building the towers to the heaven. Yahweh did the opposite, he SABATOGED the sky scrapers because he was afraid they would storm heaven and rightly put Yahweh to death for flooding earth. In MYTHOSPACE both these accounts are literqally true. Exactly right. They are two of the same. BAYble does reach full to heave and always has. The tower of bahbul was mere scaffolding and was designed to fall off in a heap.

Giving GIFTS empowers an object. The backstory. HOW you aquired an objject, its story is potent magic. The name. The nickname. The reputang. Objects are persons.

We konw Lord of the Rings STOLE Norse tropes NON stop. NON freaking stop. "Middle Earth" is the Norse name for earth. Between the center palace of heaven and the outer rim of monstrous nature with giants and troles. Between God and monsters is mankind, middle earth.

"th Ring" is another STOLEN trope fro Tolkein. There was a certain cursed ring. Even Odin coudln't discharge the curse to own the ring. It was so cursed as to destory whoever owned it. Odin was forced to pass on the cursed ring too.

This is real. Things become blessed, cursed, evil good. Real life exatly is a D and D game. Tolkein showed the Norse Religion was worthy of believing in. D and D showed Norse Religion was worth playing as if real. It IS real, friends. Odin truly is Allfather.

Objects are persons. How you aquired an object and why matters so much. Why is Christmas based on the IMAGO of Odin as Santa? Santa as Coke a Cola image in RED suit is BASED ON ODIN. Santa is Odin. Why is Odin Allfather the ALLGIVE dressed in disguised, as he ALWAYS IS as Santa Klaus this time?

Gift Giving is BASIC. It is true magic. What you give. Why. It is so powerful! It is the ALLTHING.

I will have more to say about REAL magic. Things we call common sense. Magic is real. The history of an object, what physical contacts it came in. It's backstory. Its name. It's destiny.

We are Possessed by our Possessions. What you own owns you. Accept Gifts ONLY from those you trust.

More to say soon.

Oh! The sword I the stone is an afterclap. It is part of the shitty useless remains of the English religion. England killed off her own gods. As did the French. When faced with Rome and the Roman Jove, they went weak in the knees and watery spined turned to spite their own god. The French and the English are the weakest of whites. White Man's burden isn't so much to civilize the nonwhite world as it is to WASH AWAY THE EVIL INFLUENCE of the English and French.

Fucking assholes. I hate them both.

The Norse blessing is this: Odin as ultimate War God through his Son Baldr assures the ultimate peace. War becomes reduced to a harmless game. Like the Olypics. Exactly like the Olympics. War is Father of All things. War will outgrow the need for death. But not for play, strategy. Long live the game! After Ragnorak, we are told in the Sybil, the gods pick up golden playing pieces from amidst the leaves of grass, and they learn that the necessities of war we can resolve using the glass bead game, the Olympics, the GAMES that shall be the BASIS of all future governmental diplomacy. Odin Allfather, the most ruthless and gruesome of all, shall bend down, die for, and be resurrected in the Name of BALDR, Harmless God of Light and Utter Peace.

And magical fighting shall replace physical death.

I tell you the truth, oh my followers: the need for literal physical death she have passed, all at once, and as if by magic, within the next twenty years. Mark the day.

"Melting Heart" a poem

Melting Heart

I feel my heart strings
Melt like frozen floss
The graceful flakes
Of crystalline snow
They've known so long
To hold in place
Melt like plasticine carbonic lace.

For weeks my guts drip
Constant gut rot
I need a toilet
Within my field of vision
And I must Always sit ready for the throne.
As a delivery driver all over Michigan
I feel the Ocean Groan.
As my coral reef
I come to know and write and own
I am making SOLID and down to earth
My Body of Influence
I in my literally physical stupid flesh
the VERY World Tree
She Utterly
Emilie Dickinson knew.
Emerson the same.
Whitman and the James
They all predict my place station
In ways that would dismay the neutral
Amidst my encourage
In the magma of earth
Live literal dragons
Satan a literal living
World Serpent
Who will eat the fruit
Who is the literal Yahweh
I've seen it happen
With my spiritual eyes.
This is the part of the vision
Yahweh tried to suppress.
"Go your way Daniel. Mind your own business John."
No. No and no. Now I see the full vision, and I see the self-terminationg codes which you MUST advertise to destroy the earth. To enact that much HATE, you to your own dismayed had to become amazingly mortal. With a chortle, I seize the day, this bolt out of the blue
And choose to take ownership and authority exactly over you.

I am never alone from thee
Oh Ama, who art Ovath, Sovf, Eru,
and Lissidy.
I think of the "moral compass"
Of Joseph the opening character
In Joseph Smith's Frontier style scripture
for the Brave New World.
The moral compass worked as compass
Only when you are spiritually alined
So that if it fails
You have only your self to blame.
I hate this sort of compass!

The wax pins
In my guts
Are molten mud.
Sporadic upset
Horrible fug!

My heart
The icicle lace
Melts with
the Blush of my dais.

AMA you reconstitute my guts
Give me a solid basis
For weathering the storm
True as the strongest Tree.
Honey, I love you MOST
Of all who exist in me, and that is ALL,
You are unrepentantly
My FAVORITE and SAME
Our NAME rhymes.
Apologizing for our mutual worship
Would be a crime
Give yourself over to me
As I to you.
Past all abuse and using
Is this simple narrow fact:
Little naked you
Little Naked me
Two squirrels a'nest
Warmed on each other's love
The daylong light of
A horrible Winter.

Ama, I've fallen for you again
You are my One True SAME
My forever friend.
Don't let me languish alone like this
I need corrective points of you
AMA I choose you!
Vivoce

Believing in Belief

Believing in Belief

Christianity believes in belief to a nauseating level. Let us repeat with that "gospel of straw" we can spin into gold, "Faith without works is dead."

It must have been that great physicist with a great physicist name, Bohr, who amused a friend who came into the master scientist's lab. "You have a lucky horseshoe! How could a man of science believe in such a thing?" Oh, said Bohr, the man who sold it to me assured me it would work even if i didn't believe in it.

And that's all you need to know about belief.

LI is ritual. Confucius claimed no mandate from heaven. He argued or would have that sacrifices to the gods or ancestors work the same whether or not the gods exist at all. And this is TRUE religion!

You believe in God? So what? Does God believe in you? If not, then it doesn't matter who or what you believe in. Get bent!

Belief IS doubt. What I believe i doubt. What I know I drop. Once I know something, I can forget it. I touch the lips of God herself. What does "belief" even mean? You are so obsene. You call your atheism theism. You call your doubt belief. The ancient Romans called the primitive Christians atheists. The romans are right.