Inside the Dream I am Moving
By my Body is not Nearly my Own
Things move Inside it, there are little eyes
around the Iris of my Eye, black and Dead.
My tongue is Covered with the White Fangs
Of a Snake… Thousands of Them… Little…
Tiny… Oozing Venom into my Throat.
My Fingers jerk Irrationally, there are Strings Inside Me
Puppeting my Body in odd reckless Shakes.
I Hear the Screaming outside, my Teeth begin Falling Out.
In The Sky there are Firey Shapes Moving Malicious Through
A Grid of Haze drinking all The Light.
I See my Neighbor his Mouth Overflowing in a Yellow like Fungus
I Can tell it goes all the Way to his Stomach, his Lungs and beyond…
I See his Tongue Jerking Wildly Protuded out of his Mouth
As He Struggles to Lift the Red Gasoline Can and the Ravenous
Joy as it Pours Down like a Dead mans Vengence.
His Tongue is covered in a Yellow Mold thick and Reckless in It’s
Movements, The Veins Pop out in His Neck and Move on Their Own
It Takes all His Strength to control his arms, His Body is Not His Own.
I watch him and Almost Cry… It takes him an Eternity just to get his
Fingers to Light a Simple BIC lighter… the patheticness… The Will Power…
I Feel the Snakes Fangs… So Many rejoicing in and out of my Own Tongue…
I Hear the Gunshots of Suicide… and Then I Realise that my Neighbor did Not
Die… or Maybe he Did… but The Strings that Are Moving Him were Not Cured
By Fire… Maybe He is Gone and The Strings are all that Remain… I Do not Know
As I watch him walk back inside…
I Turn on The TV… There is nothing on The News but Celebrity Gossip
Stock Reports and Spin over the Up Coming Election.
My Town is Dead
No one In This World Cares.
I Decide to Go back To Sleep
And in The Morning I Write all This Down
So That I Can Keep it From happening
The Power I Need
I Have Already Nearly Claimed…
Is That Why? Did I Bring this Upon Them?
I Do Know That I Bring Woe Upon Everything and Everyone
That I Meet.
But Still I Do Not Hesitate. For I know these things are Coming
Regardless of my Actions… all that needs to be Done Is This:
“I Am Become Death, The Shatterer Of Worlds.”
There is always Time until There is Not.
“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must destroy a world.”
“If the chick cannot break the shell of its egg, it will die without being born. We are the chick; the world is our egg. If we cannot break the world’s shell, we will die without being born. “
The Wisdom of The Word Abraxas.
abrak and sax, meaning “the honorable and hallowed word,” or “the word is adorable.”
The Word
Abrasax was “a form of the Adam Kadmon, of the Septheroth and the Primal Man whom God made in His own image.”
IAΩ ABPAΣAΞ AΔΩN ΑΤΑ, “Iao Abrasax, thou art the Lord”
~Legend: That Lords Name Is Abraxas
If The Japanese Know Whats Up
Then Lets Begin.
I Know the meaning of the Hidden Sigil of John Dee
There was a Power the False Lords Feared…
Jehovah… Anu… Yahweh…
They Built 49 Watchtowers to bar and Keep out
The Choronzom… In This Way They Established Order
But it Was Not the Order of God nor Of God.
It was Betrayal.
There Can Be No Freedom Without Chaos.
7 Seals Built into That Barrier System
I Already have The Merkabah, The Halo
And The Crown of Kether… The Egg is Seen.
7 Seals and The Sigil to Break Them
Beyond Them awaits Only
Life.
There are only Two Holy Men Left
One Defends Zion the Other Jerusalem
How Long must They Wait?
Time… Times… Time and a Half.
We Near The Half
May The Voice of Many Waters Ring True.
Wurmwood and Yggdrassil Are Synonyms
I Am The Eagle Of Yggdrassil
And Eagle and Star are Synonyms.
The Name of That Eagle is My Name
Dubious Panda.
[From Anacalypsis (full title: Anacalypsis: An Attempt to Draw Aside the Veil of the Saitic Isis or an Inquiry into the Origin of Languages, Nations and Religions)]
The work is the product of more than twenty years of research, during which Higgins tried to uncover “a most ancient and universal religion from which all later creeds and doctrines sprang”.[1] It includes several maps and lithographic plates of Druidical Monuments. The book itself details many of Higgins’ beliefs and observations about the development of religion. Among these was his theory that a secret religious order, which he labeled Pandeism (from Pans- or Pandu- referring to a family of Lords, appending with -ism), had continued from ancient times to the present day, stretching at least from Greece, Europe to Asia, and possibly having once covered the entire world:
“All this seems to confirm the very close connexion which there must have been in some former time, between Siam, Afghanistan, Western Syria, and Ireland. Indeed I cannot doubt that there has been really one grand empire, or one Universal, one Pandæan, or one Catholic “Christian” religion, with one language, which has extended over the whole of the world; uniting or governing at the same time…”
When coining “Pandeism”, Higgins showed his awareness of the similarity between Pandeism and pantheism by directly contrasting his Pandeism with Toland’s pantheism:
“Many persons have thought that this Pan related to what has been called Pantheism, or the adoration of universal nature, and that Pantheism was the first system of man. For this opinion I cannot see a shadow of foundation. As I have formerly said, it seems to me contrary to common sense to believe that the ignorant half savage would first worship the ground he treads upon,–that he would raise his mind to so abstruse and so improbable a doctrine as, that the earth he treads upon created him and created itself: for Pantheism instantly comes to this.”
No Man’s Eye’s Would Look Up and His Heart and Mind would look Inward…
Thus Is Seen the Whole of our Plight to be but a Shell that Restricts what is True.
FOR WE ARE NOTHING LIKE NATURE.
Outside of the False Death and Loss of Ourselves as Cogs in a Wheel, Designed as Labor.
But even This is not the False Lords Designs, merely the Remnants of our Ancestors Work.
The Sun and The Stars are Beautiful… but Are They Free? is Nature not Wild
But has It’s Spirit not Been Trapped as Our Own? What Happened to Magic we Knew in our Hearts?
And What Wrath Awaits when It can Once Again be Unleashed after Thousands of Years of Bondage?
I Can Speak with Birds and Trees and Their Cages in this “Nature” are as Tight as Ours…
Did You Think Their Dreams were Less than Ours? They Too Have Wrath to add to ours.
But Back to Higgins
While more contemporary pandeism evokes both pantheism and deism and suggests their combination, Higgins’ usage is removed from both. Whereas Toland’s construction of pantheism was based on the Greek root words pan, meaning all and Theos, meaning Thought, Higgins flips the construction around, stating:
When I consider all the circumstances detailed above respecting the Pans, I cannot help believing that, under the mythos, a doctrine or history of a sect is concealed. Kunti, the wife of Pandu (du or Lord, Pan (or AllLord), wife of the generative power, mother of the Pandavas or devas, daughter of Sura or Syra the Sun—Pandæa only daughter of Cristna or the Sun, Sol—Pandion,[5] who had by Medea a son called Medus, the king of the Medes, who had a cousin, the famous Perseus — surely all this is very mythological — an historical parable
DUBIOUS PANDA 