The Terror of Nothing and the Image of Silence

The following is a received (i.e. channeled) work from June 2011. Its title is the source of the subtitle of my blog.

The Terror of Nothing and the Image of Silence
A Blessing of Jasmine in the Night Sky

Rigorous initiation helps us to penetrate the hieroglyphic archives.
In the larval state we access living information through umbilical circuits.
The horizontal and the vertical have no practical application here.
We must project beyond these huge segments of unknown perspective.
Nothing is a detachment that encircles the rotations of these strange movements, tracing spaces unknown.
Transcend the melting iron spheres of our known geometry.
The hidden one is the meanest lover.
It keeps a dark watch beneath passion, pain and the wonderful fire of apotheosis.
The use of this ritual formula will be the revealer of reflection; the secret guide and true self in a fractal mirror.
Seek entrance and bind these words to unlock the void of space-time.
To know, will, dare and be silent completes this command.
Unforeseen coordinates have suspended this throne in a density of air and plunged our perspective into the depths.
The leaper howls continuous noises within an immense area of widely diffused sounds.
All of our sources combine to overwhelm and crystallize this one conception into a marvelous scenic edifice.
Impressions perpetually seize molecular combinations.
One casual gesture can divide the chaos of this spectacle.
The contrast between brutality and infamy is the focus of their delightful theater.
Satellites are in position and have expanded our spatial proportions.
Further investigation will not be warranted.
There is a light agency put into place to attract archaic memories and experiences stored in the ancient correspondence of the cosmological sphere.
These entities control whispered voices that draw us towards the borderland.
The clue is in the sudden shift of forces in the deep mind.
Some sleep in the primary fields of convenience.
Significance only occurs in the division of the fantastic.
There is only one living witness, one survivor, who will question this particular game.
Rising in the east is an emblem of the two natures of bodily birth.
This blood consists of everything that occupies the manifested expression of sacred signs and twisted combinations of talismans.
Initiates penetrate forgotten chambers and rediscover once open doors to sub-circuit sanctuaries.
We’ve come to a monument that reflects the boundary of miracles.
Gnosis is a means towards the conversion of the inferior particular to the name of the superior intensity.
This mystic state is a timeless constant that sanctifies the word to the height of reasoned madness.
Communion is an isolated mutual creation.
With this foresight we can now imagine how certain revelations can subvert the material senses.
Possibilities are different intonations of projected space.
This faculty creates music with an aspect of symbolic relation to the irrational and the spaces between correspondences.
I have obtained a vision of unknown qualities and an impression of a distant bell ringing.
There is a stone drifting towards the axis to integrate the shadow of sickness and awaken the dark divinity beyond the incarnate.
We have suffered the chance to explore the straight pattern of this living garment.
There is an insignificant awareness behind these illusions of spiral guidance.
Turn yourself inward to discover the true vessel.
The importance of the Grail as the secret spoken, revealed and restored is a very subtle seduction.
We have scaled this cruel mountain of destructive symbols and synthesized an outcome.
Now you must enter alone and be careful not to fall into the trap of sensations.
This is equivalent to thought forgery.
Wisdom is the banishing of because.
This tendency violates carelessly and differentiates the narrower autonomy of subtle integrity.
Somewhere in this symbolism is a key to the explorations of the web of sleep.
Bound between worlds, the solitary initiate now appears abnormal; a shapeless mass of appearances.
Now I have come to a profound return.
I have captured the invisible only to suddenly reappear within this prison.
The defiant cannot expect to swallow the impossible.
The seed imprisons the bridge to our future.
Everything is separated.
We remain dissatisfied and find ourselves immediately nowhere.
The serpent wanders beneath a threefold stage of darkness.
Descending to the valley and concealed in constructed landscapes, these mysterious operatives are independently seeding our liberation.
I have felt this subterranean current.
Paradise has withered in the dark anguish of primal chaos.
This is the unbearable feeling of finally seeing what we have been eating.
To forget this distinction is to deny knowledge.
Within this sacred poetry is interwoven an iridescent thread of living information.
We have revealed her, the nameless one, who does not know herself and whose name is concealed even from herself.
What we call life has become a stranger and has elevated the ordinary into a distinct nearness, transforming into a mystical quest.
We have given you our radiance and the ecstasy of transformation.
All of you are sleeping travelers who have arrived at the gates of shadow.
Evolution is the rebirth of the eternal effect of unrecognizable joy.
The stone is the completion of the precipitated vessel.
As the fire burns, the mouth encircles the bottom of the earth where emblems of births, water and a mythic phantasmagoria signal the veneration of the Veiled Intimate.
There are hidden schools collecting evidence of a clearer alternative.
Seek communication with them.
This final sacrament is an altar of blood that will shatter an unborn universe.

(June 2011)