My life is only a breath, the psyche of the fountainheads
Logos, you see me now but never again; the suspiration
Upon the flaming tip of Gods tongue, if you look for me
I will be gone like a cloud that fades and is gone,
Voidness cannot injure voidness - Orcus hath the soul:
Fireless smoke, the pneuma that brought forth the
Anthropogenesis of atman; the sparks of holiness lodged
In all things: the self-realization my happiness has already
Ended, that which dawneth the way of all flesh, the ghost
Hover over the grave; the qualityless cannot injure
The qualityless.
If a man dies can he come back to life?
The earth covers the flesh, for thy desire-body of propensities
Is void and the lords of death are supplications for the
Parousia of our own hallucinations; as too the dark art
Of necromancy! stars do the spirit crave and a heavenly
Exile exists until the light returns unbroken to its source.
ELEETE J MUIR
Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 5:52 PM UTC
The gates of Pluto cannot be unlocked, within is
A people of dreams; The formless and void:-
The supreme ways omega-minus function,
The dichotomous sciamachy of eka-bodies and if
You know your origin, you know your destiny as
There is no real disconcernment between the living
And the dead, as the perfection of the body is its soul;
As a pearl in an oyster, being is cast.
Whilst it is not the spiritual that comes first but
The physical wearing the sackcloth and ashes of
Necessitarianism to manumit the seven corporal
Works of mercy upon the secret commonwealth;
A fern seed , like a ghost in the machine fore whom
God would destroy he first makes mad as there is
Nothing that can be hidden and when required
Lucifer, even will, alike a herb of grace materialize
Willingly too expose everything in all creation;
A death prayer, and lie open the akashic records
Of transvirulence before our eyes;- as the
Foolishness of God is wiser than men and the
Weakness of God is stronger than men;
Ordering the existent non-existence, clearing
Consciousness time, in and out of the parallellism
Of Earth and Hell within the paradigm of Heaven.
ELEETE J MUIR
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 12:21 AM UTC
The astral maiden, Astraea whom fairly puts
All characters to bed piercing the scales of
The crocodile- The Beneficent Immortals,
Amesha Spentas; for moksha living-out and out-living
Theurgically shaking the invisible numina of
Assiah, breaking darknesses moiety rolling asunder
Claireaudience wisdom using the internal
Monologues of the subtle bodies breath at the
Root of lights vibration. The apparition voice
Of the ritual of silence exciting the Moirai
Formula's of knowledge against the son of night
At the palace of Zeus, uprearing the final justice;
The divine purpose:- becoming visible of matter,
Corporeal, to keep body and soul together upon
Ceiling zero in the presence of the eternal consciousness;
The great watchers of the sleeping souls, loosely
Treading Via Lactea's path attaining
Immortality, burning up and burning out.
ELEETE J MUIR
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 9:11 PM UTC
Therefrom the manichaeism wormhole of the
Trivalency of Heaven, Earth and Hell,
A space built ''into space''- The Cinvat Bridge;
The obscure by the still more obscure,
The past and the future, matter and anti-matter
Collide between the two annhilation properties of Srosh and
Vizarsh; provoked over a magian sciomancy thistle,
A spirit indestructable in thought, word and deed,
A most lovely triumvir soul of As Above, So Below, Alike on Earth
Whose transference shadow never grows less for the *****
That crosses the sky united in the dark whilst life
Reverberates grave requitable impious impunity beyond its
Negative Mass so that All Souls may rise shining
Into the paradise light-land at the final all encompassing
Purgation of the ''Nethermost Hell''.
ELEETE J MUIR
Feb 28, 2023
Feb 28, 2023 at 11:26 PM UTC
As the Unseelie Court enchants the just torment
Either of Heaven or Hell upon the Eleven Trooping
Aristocracies to pay Ichor, the whole zero sum of all passions
The Great Chains of Gaia: Derekh ha-Shemoth,
Liosalfar and Dockalfar; The Image and The Similitude-
Existence and its Expenditure become of mind quintessense.
However, the sensitiveness of the soul finds providence
In blessed feer, propounded a reward unparalleled if
One could be prized 'The Last Standing, Not Falling',
Beyond the Infinite Way an Ipsissmus
Of the eight Sha'are 'Orah sorceries that the wind bloweth
Where it listeth to grant thee power unto the ages,
Gods' corporeal even-tide: The Sword That Keeps Eden!
ELEETE J MUIR
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 12:34 AM UTC
Life and Death form the grand spiral of time
To take heart, diamond or garlic, and cully sleep
Providing the baptism for the dead who will
Not understand the sword and sorcery of the
Eternal Tables avowed solipsism upon the astral
Realm of unmanifested being.
A deity twin-saviour, an ineffable Tuat
Child of the child- The axiom of the
Four Last Things; A fetch whom obsecrated
Anubis and Abraxas to combat the
Hell's on the one hand and to sustain
The Heaven's on the other,
An aletheia spirit return carrying a
Hand of Glory which licked the expanse
Carnal dust to link metempsychosis
Assignation and arise a spiritual gewiyya
That a saint in heaven would grieve to see.
ELEETE J MUIR
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 8:30 PM UTC
The casus belli of the words harmony at the
Feet of Gamaliel's folly. A seraphic
Stratagem obeying certainties affirmation on
The tip-toe of expectation and the wind of
Discretion to tell of death in the *** as well
As of, the better part of valour; the cold-hearted
Claret flame searing noxiously at the drubbing
Casuistical deleterious benedictory embranglement-
To see as far through a brickwall as anybody, espying
The beshrewed fragrance of spirits on the left, cloying
Incuriously at the beatific vision possessing knowledge
Of experience goring miscreant houses made of
Man and woman with inconsequential hands to the
Right which cut the baby in half upon the
Green silk of kings who know not the time of day
Nor the breath of God.
ELEETE J MUIR
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 8:20 PM UTC
Memories come and go like passing time,
The hands on the clock relentlessly unceasing;
The same as these fleeting visions.
I often do not know whether I am dreaming or
Just imagining a fantasy, a fantasy sometimes I wish were real.
Yet what if I am the figment of my own mind?
Sometimes I recollect places, people, conversations, smells, emotions,
As if my real life were the dream; but what is real life?
Maybe in a past life, maybe in an alternate reality.
Sometimes I believe it too be truer than the life I live...
Perplexing as it seems, often I feel torn between two places at once
And I want to wake up. I want to wake up and find myself
Not dreaming, not day-dreaming; but whenever I feel like
I am going to wake up, I, am only stuck right here and the visions
Are nothing but that. Fragments of something I never had or Perhaps lost a long, long, long, long time ago like something
That has not happened or occurred yet?
One day. One day... If not yesterday, if not tomorrow, but one day,
Someday, maybe in a past life or perhaps maybe in the next.
Just not this one or so it seems.
Oh! those beautifully haunting recollections and memories!
Nothing in life is what nothing seems to be.
And it is true...time erases nothing.
Time, only continues, to elapse further between us, further apart.
ELEETE J MUIR
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 8:57 AM UTC
Wrought onto life more than his own when
Hell freezes over the worlds prandial origins burning
Firmament of baptismal unknowing denouncement
For a lonely soul lost toward the lowly pays
No more allegiance offering breeches within comminatory
Lore judgementally appointed zealously upon ones noir
Herald collar as reeking to High Heavens are the horses
Bite annunciated by infinite eternities canonisation swept
By Gods warning:- Apocalyptic for pittances indebting
Another whilst God hunts the Devil and Mans sufferance
Neither once in a lifetime.
ELEETE J MUIR
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC