Seth of Blood and Sex: A Gnosis of Fire
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What is a ritual? How does it work? Why is it so tied to sex? Simon Magus has an invocation of FIRE,
…it is a fire which devours fire, and it is a fire which devours itself and consumes itself, because it is a fire which is more mighty than fire… Come, See! Whoever desires… that flame arising from a burning coal or a lighted lamp… flame comes out only when united with another thing. Come, See! In the flame which goes up are two lights: one light is a bright white and one light is united with a dark… blue fire…
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The Eucharist may well be the wound of Christ: the circular bread; the flower-fire of the nail wound; the wine, the blood; it is all wounds in Christ. All vaginas as/in Christ. As Simon Magus says,
Which first leaped forth from Mind, enveloping Fire with Fire, binding them together that it might interblend the mother-vortices, while retaining the flower of its own Fire.
Mead assumes this is inspired by the Chaldean Oracles with its line,
Thence a trailing whirlwind, the flower of shadowy Fire, leaping into the wombs [or hollows] of worlds. For thence it is that all things begin to stretch below their wondrous rays.
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We find Simon and Helen as Christ; I wasn’t yet 33, only 28. Our fingers touched.
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Seth as us, the son of Adamas in The Gospel of the Egyptians; the fire of Christ, fire with fire, in the soul of Christ, in the flower-fires, the wounds of red light burning bright, eating the demons who exploded out of Simon Magus even though the demons were themselves the wounds who created themselves as faces as vaginas as gods; swallowing you whole.
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Helen's fundamental issue with Gnosticism; for all of its hypercharge thunderance of creation, it appears to occur in a linear fashion, one stage after another; Helen rejects this, for her, everything overlaps through its magnification of its processes; Father, Mother, Son and Daughter all converges and separates at the same moments, mirroring and mutating in and out of each other. She rejects the idea of Father, Mother, Son and Daughter as virgin entities as they are already fucking before, during and after creation; in/as their vortices. Alpha and Omega IS SIN and is surrounded BY SIN.
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Jesus is Seth, Seth is Jesus, the light all colours separating into their own illusions bleeding like flowers into through the sunlight the prism of totality, but the light itself (whiteness: the ultimate illusion: its own plague of causing creation even if Seth is blind to its role, No, it’s not the One itself, but as Helen screams and even bites Simon, but the fire is fire all fire is fire) of the cosmos. It is blood red blood blue blood yellow blood green blood sperm blood blood blood decay. Diseased (LIFE Helen screams LIFE) in all matrices of diseases. All fire is blood.
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No one sees only colour unless the eyes corrode in life (like the artist who had acid thrown in his eyes): in the film, The Exorcist III, when the killer says he removes the head so for second the eyes still see their headless corpse, but the brain has no network of senses to create dimensions of form; abstraction of itself, bleeding colours; the blackness of… is there pain……… still?
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The Gospel of the Egyptians reads,
For this one [which contains all the demons], Adamas, is a light which radiates from the light; s/he is the eye of the light. For this is the first [fire of fire: brilliance and dark blue] wo/man [meaning androgyne : goat’s head/wings/breasts/caduceus], s/he through whom and to whom everything comes into being, (and) without whom nothing came into being. [...]
[Seth] took his seed from her with the four breasts [beasts of the image of night].
[Corrections by Helen from the manuscript in yet to be revealed tomb of hers and Simon Magus’s bodies conjoined as one, supposedly beneath the mysterious Lucifer grave in the Vatican.]
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I first saw Helen at mass. She was 23 and in a white dress; it was summer and the dress was slightly transparent and she had a black thong underneath. I was passing by the church and walked inside and found myself two rows behind her; my eyes went down to her bottom before returning to the priest’s face.
When we prayed on the prie-dieu of our pews, she looked behind at me, my eyes staring at her buttocks in the air, just the satin slip of her knickers just visible as her arms stretched over the pew.
Her hands went behind her and she lifted her skirt away from her buttocks to straighten out the skirt so it didn’t fall between them; and all I could see (imagine) was her naked bent over body stretching out her inner labia showing me the hole as my cock went inside. My hand lightly pulled on her ponytail, my torso stretching over her back, kissing her on her neck.
As we arose from the prayer, she looked down and saw my erection bulging from my trousers, giggling to herself.
It was that moment in the service where the congregation greeted each other; she shook the hand of the woman next to her, and turned around to me, my hand stretched out over the empty pew to hers, and our fingers torched.
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She looked at me and said, “If someone decapitates you and holds your head to the mirror, the rumour is you see your head as heaven.” We kissed as we saw an androgynous looking Jesus on a black and white cross overarching over the priest eating the body of Christ and drinking the wine and we heard a bit of wood knock and thought it might be his erection watching us against the stand he was reciting the Lord’s Prayer from.
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“It’s the full moon and I’m menstruating Satan.” “We’ll fuck in the graveyard………..” “And we’ll need cupcakes………”
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To twist the poiesis of Arthur Rimbaud,
[We] swallowed a first-rate draught of poison. - Thrice blessed be the counsel that came to me! - [Our] entrails are on fire. The violence of the venom wrings [our] limbs, deforms [us]... I am [we ade] dying of [fire and dark blue fire], [we are]suffocating [in our fire-flowers of Christ]. This is hell, the everlasting [we are] burning properly. There [we] are, demon[s]! [Baphomet!]