LIBRODEISIS
Kons Karnak Luxor Y
Lord of Thebes
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Twenty-Third
Zedfank
Duras, tense innumerable clinging to the rigid curves, vibrating strings of a harp ...
In the center of a pearly cloud of sounds: green livid, violet ... A golden aura sound, bright, bright ... rid of yarns, fibers imponderables, Plácido broken ... and the wind light bounces, shakes them the breaks ... instilling a mysterious life, own free.
polychrome fabric in a subtle air, vague shapes crawl; stand a moment in a tragic effort, and fall, softly, like a sob of tears blue purple, brown ,, dark ... black on the grass.
addition, a translucent butterfly takes flight zigzag undecided, and hides in a swarm of bubbles on; and up, billowing gauze , white down, cleaning a polygon exact starry sky. But a stream of blood soaked red with yellow flowers arising diagonal open numb, engarfiando his thousand fingers like a dead willow tree felled by a hurricane scarlet.
vibrate the strings of the harp in the center of a cloud bright pearl; emitting thick plumes of smoke vaguely green, red, blue ...
Through string figure emerges Zedfank white, brown the Cantor of the Gods. His arms raised ordering submission to the air ways; and there is a rain of atoms vibrant diamond, which embed invisible
Zedfank advances, caressed by the iridescent haze, winding inviting, gently that collapses at his feet.
And Zedfank sings rule arises In a forest of exotic flowers, of immaculate petals, which is swept away to the desert sand, sullen burning empty. In the distance you hear the horses gallop unbridled pursuit impossible the roar of the lion who covets his prey among the dunes. In a gesture the landscape becomes rough sea roar ... totaling about a peaceful world, verdant , ... twilight inhabited by slow, stately, possess the elegance of the beam. A kelp forest of shells ... ... inaudible singing sirens ... a world drilling sounds instant bubbling; by short cries operational.
Zedfank sings the strength and love palms of the sacred Nile, the boat golden ... Zedfank sings hoary stones; ignored the look that dreams and hopes: icy caress and pious death the steely brightness of Desire.
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"Who hammering the drum, Who!?
"Who gives the rhythmic beat, tirelessly repeated Who!?
"Who makes that sound terrible!; enloquecedor1; amazing!
"¿¡¡¡ WHO !!!!?
-----¿ Who is going to be, Living, but your own heart?
"It is my heart who drilled
"It fills my heart that the world of rhythm!?
"my heart is a serious call, the distant rumble!?
" the thunder of distant echoes ...
----- No, Walker, are your footsteps ...
"My steps? ... "my feet were just !?... clean as a shower of sighs ...
"My steps? ... "my feet were just !?... faint as the sound of many leaves ...
"My steps? ... "my feet were just !?... firm as the glorious march
"invincible army ...
----- Your steps, Brother ... and innumerable advance of the Gods.
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---- "Now I understand why everything is musical path, why is musical marching method;
----- Like all things,
For your brain all music ... "sounds" is blind and
------¿¡ not hear that song, not hear!? "You do not understand his words sharp as daggers ; not hear!? Calla ! ... listen! ... listening !....
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"contagious, oh Gods, your music to all worlds!
"We all sit together in the same chain;
" everyone involved in
"Sing, O God, complete melody,
" infinite melody that no one forget,
"that can be sung by all!
"Invite to the stars, invites purest beings
" and unclean beings:
"invites more terrible power and the most contemptible worm!
"excludes no one, because no one
" shatter our melody
"and would render our music! Oh, Gods,
"by the Love of Isis does not exclude anyone from your singing,
" or all is lost!
"If omitís one voice, one voice , however small,
" is replaced by the absolute cataclysm,
"by the howl of Great Whole.
"Well miss something, Isis is omitted.
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----- Yes ... you've already heard, but not that ye may omit: is that if you try it, you do or inadvertently, you shall not be Gods and you will be clogging the road ... Woe to him who stops at the gates of the Divine
----- And how terrible it is known beyond our evolution, how terrible ... All connoisseurs, the great sufferers, all great visionaries, all ... have fallen!
----- For Universal Canto forgot that covers everything. Fell into the abyss because they left behind a pit of oblivion: that of missing loved. fell because they forgot that they had left it, it like nobody ever will. forgot that had roots endless ... and they brought down roots.
Fill this gap with your music, Brothers. Your poor brain can not remember them all, but your blood, yes! She ran through the veins of the monsters of the First
Your own blood; which reddens your wounds!
Learn to listen, Brother,
His Horus ...
And your body will love you. Each of your cells fight for you as a warrior faithful until slaughter until his death and die calling your name.
You are the Son and his Lord, thou shalt bring one by one, or hundreds of thousands, the sacrifice of your glory: And her final cry transmutes pain into energy conscious, to fly to melt on you.
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Tensas, hard innumerable vibrate Harp strings in the radiant center of a cloud ...
Waves bright, fragrant, sound, enervating, desirable, warm ...
placid waves, fast, crystalline, sharp, spiral, magical ...
black waves, sharp, attractive bifurcated polyhedral monotonous ...
Waves ... ... ... Waves ...
----- Zedfank, Zedfank ... why extended arms to the harp? Do you want to perhaps protect it from danger, or is you want to project yourself into infinity?
Your voice, Zedfank, your voice is music to go through the strings of the harp ... Your voice, Zedfank, which previously has bounced on the strings of your throat. Your voice, Zedfank, which came rolling down your nerves from a remote corner of your brain. Your voice, Zedfank, which came from Beyond the dream and bounced in the tense, hard , many fibers of your flesh. Your voice, Zedfank,
-----¿ Why you ask that question impossible, Zedfank? why exactly do Thou, O Cantor of the Gods?
"Zedfank, Zedfank, " Who are You!?
"From where I speak!?
----- You ask yourself, Zedfank, You ask yourself ...
why, therefore not you answer?
"I hear you, Zedfank; Zedfank I Am."
"I You speak from Himself; "
"I am speaking from the whole universe."
-----¡ Sing, Zedfank! : You You're the Cantor and the Harp!
Thou you walk, you , the same that accompanies your walk.
You've made waves ... ... Zedfank
and get rid of waves ...
... waves ...
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----- No, they do not know; or even know it. They can not know how big the Work
Turn your bestiality in divinity transmútalos in You. With conscious energy you convert a tiny speck of your flesh, you have more than enough strength to move mountains.
There is a law of correspondence whose currency is the
This is the
happy beings are unable to kill and are too selfish and blind to heal anyone. You can move between happy people as comfortably as in a forest. If you want to leave your victim helpless ... make her happy. The happier is ... I will break it down easier.
This is so and must remain so. Because Harp Harp ... should continue playing forever, and forever creating and reflecting their own music.
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Sing, Brother! your whole being stretched to the voluptuous dance
notes vibrate blue, green , brown, gray, red, violet ...
vibrate ... vibrate ... ... ...
Vibras everything You become Music, Music confused
You know, Brother: no death, there is only dream ... There is another abyss than
Haz que se extienda por todo tu cuerpo el infinito horror de saberse nuevamente destinado a convertirse en polvo.
Mira esa nevada amarilla, seca, árida, que se hunde en los poros del negro suelo, ¡ mírala cómo desaparece… desaparece… en la limpia negrura espinosa.
Enséñale luego que su única posibilidad de liberación is in You, and that may be made the miracle of consciousness, by knowing, by feeling.
light waves, scented sound, enervating desirable wise ... placid waves, fast, clear, sharp , spiral waves magic ... black sharp, attractive bifurcated polyhedral monotonous ...
... Waves! ... ... Waves! ...
No _materia_ in your body: There is only waves! ... There _materia_ in space, but waves! ... There _Universo_: just ... WAVES ... Duras, tense countless graceful, gripping rigid curves ... !!... WAVES No strings on the harp: only waves.
waves that dance, spinning , changing hue, direction and meaning, of strength, speed , named ... : waves living.
Click the bass strings of your harp, break them, em, for your scream is at higher notes engarfie; upward.
... Always Up! ...
How can you therefore miss you put in your hands
Why do you tremble, Friend, why you tremble? not You, I know ; but the trembling of the bass strings of your harp. Well ... : because they provide the melody the vibration shaking. do not you see how well I -Zedfank-smile and shudder at once?
I love the dance of atoms, and exaltation of his glorious nuclear explosion ... If you fear death, if I panicked the apocalyptic blazes do you think ... could be a singer of the Gods? And ... if not feared, if I panicked those flashes ... how could have the heart to sing? ...
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In the subtle polychrome fabric air, vague shapes crawl, stand a moment tragic effort, and fall smoothly, with a sob of tears blue, purple , brown, dark ... on the black grass. But occasionally, some translucent butterfly takes flight zigzag undecided, and enters the swarm of bubbles on ...
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