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according to Ilaktra Drugvant
translated by Alison Rockbrand
Behold, to those who would appease with transference the beasts and offer worshipful sacrifice to us, the words within are not dictated: we understand the rites to be of utmost personal pleasure and self dedication. Essence we have not, blood is to be drunk and contained within, without the merest influence of disdain. We are those whose sacrifice is the unanswerable, the lie and the abomination placed upon the land in which our houses are raised, destroyed, and raised again. Avail us, Mother of these Aberrations of the birth which gives way to the lie, the untold and the fanciful: for we are not the dismal followers of the path of righteousness but rather of the wayward way, of the unsanctified ritual and the ungrateful fulfilment. We know and can remember the word of untruth that you spoke to us in the dry lands and then again in the rain, while you fed us and satiated us with fine intoxicants and the flesh. Of the flesh, the blood and the death of beauty you have taught us: this and more we know and we will speak. Become do we the eye, the one that sees, and then who understands the dance of intoxication that she has presented to us. She has said that the dance is to become the music and the music is not a different dancer than she. She has said this in the rain while moving on the body of a man, while eating cake and wine, while sitting with us in her gardens filled with the rose. We have known that the shift of her time is the shift of the instrument of sound, and with this knowledge we also dance, move upon the body of a man and sit in our gardens filled with the rose and other fragrance. We have ourselves opened the void of pleasure and felt the continuum of the beast and the mother of lies as they gaze in each others eyes to behold the death of beauty and the awakening of the immortal flesh. The oscillation of the living body while engaged with the dying essence is the meaning and reason for the discovery of music: she who orders order out of the silent void of the all that is, is the one who dies and in death has taken on life, and yet also a dream of life. We who know can, as we will it, become unto a song that has played and will reside always in the great arena of the planets. Yet for us this means more than it does to a song or to a whisper, for to us the intoxicated dance is the first glimpse of the flesh’s continuity. For we do not understand the immortal gods to be without the body but within and have consecrated our bodies as though they were the sacred talismans of the later gods we are to become. Death to beauty and to the essence of desire that beauty resides within, for we are the abominations, the dark desire and the unrepentant savages of your kingdoms. For we are not subject to that we would be not, and all we are, none will be subject to those save that will become like us. Beyond the enigma is the land of the lovely and the virtuous yet these are the ones who design to destroy our gospels of mystery. She who is called the mystery and the fulfilment of the endless riddle had spoken with the tongue of the serpent, and has said the truth is the lie once become undone. Speak then of the lie first and the truth after, for once born the truth is used by those who would have essence and live from it. From the lie we might gain the everlasting mystery of change and the chaos of the void. We are those whose answers change as the flesh dissolves into the godflesh and lasts as long as mystery lasts. We then are the ones who know that all is immortality and all is continuance once the hours as darkened kings of truth have fallen at our feet and granted us the soulless life. When the enigma becomes fulfilled into itself the hours of
lost in the lie of your concoction. the barretter of men and killer of the righteous. kills not only the citizen. it is not done to look us back in the eye and tell us what we are: to us this is the abomination of art. since all is changeable. he knows not song. She who uses truth to divide the lies into dreams has told us this My continuity is the continuity of the landscapes found in dreams. For to us the beast is what we watch and what we emulate in our worldly ethics. Accord we with strength. When we drink of his essence and devour his blood as though it were our own. When we love the beast. the desire. her orgasm and her lie told. when we mate with him and include him in our intoxications. that we may not be stopped ethically by species. Our art is not of limitation. for he is your partner whose blood you will see turning life around and around. since he is not of men. He thinks not that he should do what men do. He sees not what he kills. the fantasy. We are the dreamers and the ones who bring temptations unto all who would have them. We are also there with her and when the riddle is open. He knows not guilt nor compassion. And this eating of blood and drinking of essential fluid of the beast. save that its flesh is his desire. we are then become like unto him. we are the art and we have not been created but have become what we are out of mystery and the formidable enigma. by the hourly kings because no king can keep him. Our art is what is continuitous. strength. has told us this. Mate we then with the great beast. He kills and eats what flesh he will need to satiate himself. when the unknown and the twilight are engaged in copulations we are the receivers of their fluids. but also the slave. who kills all for pleasure. nor combat him save those who have his strength. and live again not. but those who cannot and who falter and live instead according to the laws of men will die like men. For those who accomplish and manifest their fantasy are those fit for the immortal pleasure. She was the first who brought temptation to us and to others who have faltered in their fantasy. and in this he gives himself pleasure. and as it dies and as it transforms. and virility. not dance and not beauty. He is our vehicle of pleasure and in his blood we find knowledge of the paths of entropy. and love the flesh as it lives. Those who tend to the beast. and in this he has become our partner and our mate. We have seen this and She has told us to do these things Keep the beast and love him. In the flesh exposed and the blood gushing out we can see the essence of life also gushing away and we know that life is meant to be lived as though death were near and the flesh transformable. For to eat of the intercourse of man and to devour his blood is to us the practice of the eye seeing life turned inside out. The beast who to you is the chaos. for as She has told us that the strong are the companions of the beast. we are to gain his stature. For he who is animalistic and strong enough to kill at his pleasure. is to us the model of our ethic. The beast then is our emblem of the strength with which we will accomplish our immortality. She is the untruth come into truth and to be used in the form of the dream. Will you dream and find that the daylight has lied to you with it’s insidious hourly truths? You must dream your way to the land of the gods and there remain. and turn we the flesh inside out to watch life change from death . We with her have this as our idea of what is to be thought of as beauty: it is the living flesh and the promise of its death and transformation into enigma.day and night are to come into one. Our knowledge is thus what we can see with our eyes that traverse time and the limitation of answers. feed him and ride him must have strength enough also to equal him. into one hour and this is the hour of our mothers great pleasure. He will kill us as well as you if we also cannot combat with him. Look at him. what is dying and yet what is given to you to live beyond yourself. He cannot be trapped therefore. his trust. We drink of the mystery and of the hourly kings and we are become wise in what we yet have not known. We are the ones who look back at you. or both. She whose knowledge is the knowledge of all. is done between us as well.
is divided from all that is not composite with him. To this we accord much power and much pleasure. For who can trap him now. The whole one. for to have a desire beyond your own. and we have knowledge of our selves as the gods that inhabit heaven. though we do not receive. yourself and the other. We are these. It will traverse the land of day and the land of night and will pass right before the eyes of men as it seeks its continuity. But to us and to the Mother. To us he is to be united with another unity. and to thus become and encompass the unitary power of one who both is and is not something complete. We unite the unities beyond ourselves. but lives as we do. Since dreams and lies are created in the darkness and silence of experience. For to us the greatest union is that of unities. These are the makers of truths that destroy the dreams of all living beings. Trust not . and two divinities. On to the rules of men do we tread and desire to break. The dream is an intricate lie which proves by its artfulness the quality of our identity. for the Mother has taught us this. For it is these men who have labeled me the abomination and who have spoken of me as of a savage beast. The king’s dream will always be too weak and the longer he spends on slaughtering the dreams of his followers the weaker his dream will become. so that we cannot limit our selves but fly freely into the immortal heaven when we are making our transformation into gods with flesh. evil is all that creates individuality. and his power vast. and his power is of one who creates his paradise according to his complete desire. we will never cease to learn and to know and to be pleasured. with the Mother and without until we have the art so that it cannot be made out of our limitation any longer. Lust do we after our divinities for these have been seen by us. He stands like a god alone. The first lie was the first thought by the first man who had his private desire. These are inseparable. He will know that if enough dreams are allowed to manifest his own dream will be weakened and struggle for actualisation. who has gained the power to act the paradox? She has said: I have come to bring about the union of unities! Be not satisfied to live in your desire alone. for in this our pleasures inform each other and we are come to greater knowledge through this act. followers of the lie. The dream once dreamed has within it the power to manifest. so that in all the days of our flesh. is to become at once your lover and yourself. the non one. to end the reckless thinking and knowing of his subjects. are all formations of the unit. The laws of men are not for us. the total one. are men of the direst poverty and ignorance. The dream will undaunted seek its reality and its realization. Yet by this he becomes more complete. He is either complete or he is empty of all that does not divide him. The men who we watch and who we designate as the hourly kings or followers of kings. and these are us .to godflesh. you are come to share two minds. By uniting with unities. you must love as yourself. Here we will create together this paradise with our selves both in time and without. and crush them you must. with our lovers and without. he disfavors the dark and he calls it by the name of Evil. The unity. when we reach for the image of our godselves in the heaven of our creating. For dreams to kings are dangerous things. if they design to crush your sleep. For upon us these laws are given. dies not. His laws are written to stop the dreaming at its origin. This is the knowledge of the power of love and power of the paradox. Thus if you love beyond and through. who needs of no other one. the empty or complete one. The art is to be made now our of our continuing knowledge and the knowledge of our lovers. our paths come to be vast and varied. to have your lover’s desire. though it increases. For this knowledge once gained. He is the isolate one. And the kings will observe the dreams in the form of lies and will know that they are dangerous. Dream what dreams you will.as we do end all division and all totality. for to love beyond yourself.
For in this cycle is your eternity. The Babalon has spoken to us thus. They have hunted us like beasts. and in the immortal flesh you will continue to create and destroy. Be not afraid then to drink of her pain. and by the turning of it inside out to we live eternal. We are not the ones who will not allow pleasure to be awoken and taken. not to Babalon. Not the path this is. the absence of pain. Behold! Always she cries out. but learn from them. and will not relinquish their small amounts of hourly power for greater pleasure in the unfolding of the lie. for this is not our teaching either. nor will we say that the way is straight or narrow. for there in you will meet your demise. Naught will we do and naught will be save that which gives us what we seek. Not the pleasure of the Babalon. must one give oblations. but always the unities will unite themselves upon you. in the bleeding Babalon. She is the first temptation and the last which does not end. For our teaching is naught but what is found in the inside of the Babalon. in worlds vastly inaccessible to us. all may become Babalon. Not will Babalon say. Not to us. and to watch her blood as it fills the great void of pleasure the planet over and becomes human pain. Worship not the gods. and yet we will proclaim that we are so.their words of truth. for all is become to Babalon. all may behold Babalon. For she is the mother of the lie and the dreamer of the inbetween. and to become it never die without being reborn. but by the creation of the flesh. These men’s laws and traditions we cannot abide by. sideways and through. nor the way down. She is all continuity and all ipseity. Not from pleasure or from pain take the only gnosis. not to any god. Not to end up in the void of pleasure. Babalon! My self! Away from me turn Lies within my mouth On my naked body lies Nobody. in these truths we hold no belief but continue to dream and know and seek pleasure in the secret ways of the Babalon. whose death cries when we kill her and devour her are the cries of one reaching greater power. for it is not. For they are lost. but the pain of the Babalon makes this your infinite elixir. Nor is it the way up. since to us the law is limitation on our power and tradition a limitation on our knowledge. Naught is she but who has taught us to make love to her. Yet they are deluded by aspects of truth held onto and become belief. and believe that power is already theirs. not any path. but it is the way across. but drink full of pain all the way to her flesh and come upon her great bloody and devoured body lying over the void of pleasure. For though we might seem to abide by the hourly truths when we are seen by the eyes of kings and followers of kings. For we are not the ones who live eternally by one flesh. but the immediate way. the blood of Hers that we have spilt in love and duty to her. The hourly kings call us by the names of savages and beasts. and come into our society to murder and defame us. . for no other reason than to remain in ignorance of what great pleasure. and what knowledge and what power we offer. and therefore not to be made part of their kingdoms.
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