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The Gospel of Lucifer - Chapter 11: 1 - 8

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The Gospel of Lucifer - Chapter 11: 1 - 8


There was so much time to ponder
in the celery jungles of Canuckistan.

1  Creation is without beginning and without end.
There are intervals and cycles;
the Great Cycles follow each other,
while smaller ones spin within the greater.
These intervals and cycles exist within periods.

2  At the end of a period, 
the universe is destroyed and re-created --
creation, construction, chaos and destruction
existing in a seamless infinity.
Many universes breathe beside each other,
each with its own Brahma;
this is the wheel -- immense,
beyond the grasp of mortal conception.

3  And along the spokes of this wheel,
exist even smaller wheels within wheels;
pockets of mortal consciousness.
In this consciousness, is a perception of order:
I and you, us and them, I am this and not that,
true and untrue, good and evil, white and black.
It took eons for this perception
to begin dabbling in shades of gray.

4  This new perception was born
in lonely forest meditations
and the heightened awareness of the hunt:
The universe is one,
there is a unity of this and not of this --
this great harmony, this oneness, this Brahma,
bursts into being as differentiation.

5  IT is visible only by an invisible non-unity.
Unity is diversity, diversity is unity.
And this diversity, every single particle of it,
is absolutely sacred,
because in the end, it is all One.
Matter and anti-matter.
Nothing from something,
something from nothing.
Life feeding on life -
everything is both the eater and the eaten.

6  Centuries upon centuries passed by,
and this perception became more refined.
Destroyed civilizations left an invisible imprint
in the minds of the next set of destroyers and constructors.
The words of the ancient seers,
those discoveries made in silent solitude,
were compiled into Vedas:
verses of formulas that reveal little
to the ignorant, but nevertheless
stirs the human heart and soul,
because the power of verse
is an immeasurable communication and conduit.

7  The Vedas show little,
but can tell a lot.
Those with the potential to see,
will eventually be granted sight.
But there is a downfall to collecting sacred knowledge,
and it is this: sacred knowledge held in the hands of fools,
leads to utter destruction.

8  Of course, destruction leads to construction,
but this specific wheel of perception was slightly varied,
causing the Greater Wheel to spin off-balance.
After watching this cycle in boredom,
I nearly lost my mind with frustration.
It had come time for me to leave the forest's canopy,
it was time for the emerald-eyed tiger 
to be released into the streets of golden cities --
to slink around, giving the pillars of salt an occasional lick,
and enter into the very lines of sacred knowledge itself.









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  1. Date: 8/3/2013 11:07:00 AM

    Holy voyage of the prophetic! You cast yourself as Lucifer analyzing the failures and frailties until you see the opportunity to pounce....genius

  1. Date: 7/27/2013 9:00:00 AM

    huh??? you know me, Chris. I can't even decipher the Psalms most of the time. About the trickle poem, when I went to get its title for my footnote, I saw I had messed up, so I redid the version that you had first commented on. thanks for your review. I rather enjoy that trickle down effect. But it becomes very annoying in a poem much longer than those 25 lines he stuck us with.

  1. Date: 7/7/2013 6:50:00 PM

    enjoy the linear developments....very wonderful work, much unknown...thoughts gathered nicely.....thanks, also for stopping by....I am glad you enjoyed Drake's radio program....and you mentioned you also keep the peaceful thoughts of the forest in the city! jimbo

  1. Date: 7/5/2013 4:04:00 PM

    Wow what can one say to this, a poem that needs a open roaring fire, in a litlle old backward pub, anywhere, sat with a discussion group,, oh and a pint in the hand...you say construction out of destruction, well Chris, you have just shown me one hell of the evidence of that.. the poem itself......

  1. Date: 7/5/2013 3:29:00 PM

    I love this, and that is all I'm going to say, here... :)