"Como dirigidos y presionados por una fuerza irresistible, los mitos toman siempre la dirección "hiperborea", por así decirlo, se dirigen hacia los polos y a la resurrección allí o rejuvenecimiento "apolineo" del héroe solar.
...in El Cordon Dorado de Dom Miguel Serrano
"I lift mine eyes towards the mountains: where will help comme from?"
...Psalme CXX
Where ever you go, it is a mountain that goes. And all your brothers go each as their own mountain, on the dark path, through the innumerable galleries which we call nerves and nerve endings, the totem blood flowing from pole to pole!
To each an Asgard, a Mount Meru, a Qaf Mount. Towards and beyond the north, the interior sunrise unveils, hidden from the behind clouds or curtains of this World's making, the Great Venus Star : your Gardian Angel, the She that watches over the culture and guidance of that secret special knowledge. Your very own other in the midst of you, outside of this space held at bay in your mind, suspended!
This might very well be the last breath in a well built body of earth, but then again from up to down and down once more to even further than expected; it just doesn't stop. But the Fall was worth it. I tell myself continually, no tear no nothing no affection for what I did must do or fail is what awaits all that struggles to win paradise in this Hell Hole of hypocrites.
But be sure, it's my God in me puts me on my feet. It's me the god that'll leave when finally the outward mountain crumbles!
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| From Pole to Pole. |
Well tuned to A. In a dissonant cacophony. A bedlam of earthworms eating dirt!
Where to, till again, we wait apart? Distant from within one's self evading. Yonder again, with all this sweat and oil on a defeated wolf. Wounded, who outraged, was forbidden to be proud.
Guilty among crooked cheats. Innocent and believing throughout all endeavor, once its done.
Your soul quakes, tearing at the flesh's tissues. The internal organs pleading that everything be stopped. But the emptiness withstands, perceiving. The tendons and the joints severed.
I am the essence of Asgard, since it's me pervades! We are inaccessible, here in our mountains in the Middle of the World Sea.
