Gnosis 1

"I think the Gnostics were right."

Standing on The Great Bridge beneath the umber sky, the eternal cold undying breeze caresses their faces.

"How so?"

Sandpaper on sandpaper the sound of their shoes as they turn their backs to the breeze, gaze for a while in mutual silence over the empty endless city.

"Is it ever warm here?"

"No." Silence. They look outward, across the expanse of the eternal city. "Somewhere out there is The Street of Books."

"A Library?"

"Yes... No... It's, The Street of Books. Someday... time... how, maybe we'll find ourselves there, then you'll understand."

"Ah." Silence, and the passing of may be time. "There should be trash you know. Blowing down the streets."

"If this were a place of the living."

"So you think we're dead?"

"No. But... Sometimes I wake up back in The World...."

"You what?"

"Wake up in the world. It may happen to you someday. I don't know. Like you woke up here, you'll wake up back there, suddenly, it may not be Earth, or even the time you left. But there will be people... Living things... Life... Warmth... a Sun in the sky."

"But you don't stay?"

"No. There are things I have to do. And I do them. And then I return here."

"The Church got rid of Purgatory years ago, I wonder if this is limbo."

"I doubt it."

Both smile.

"The Gnostics?"

"The world was a mistake."

"What?"

"There was an emanation from Being, the real, the eternal and timeless...."

"God?"

"Not as you understand it. Wisdom made a mistake, and gave birth to a deformed, blind, psychotic being, and that evil being created the world of men."

"That's not what I was taught in sunday school."

The man who is not a priest laughs.

"That's because the Gnostics lost the war..." Quietly, to himself, "and so did Yeshuah." Quiet again, the breeze whispers for a moment, picks up a little to moan softly around the form of The Bridge. "There are some people, not all, just some, who have a spark of the divine wisdom, spirit, something...

"Soul?"

"No, it's not a soul, at least not like you're thinking. And the thing, the mistake... one of the names for it is The Demiurge... anyway, The Demiurge trapped spirit within bodies of flesh. Separated fragments, sparks, of the spirit from wisdom and the great Being."

"And these sparks, their task is to...?"

"Remember."

"Remember?"

"Remember."

cutting edge

Should one use the sword of damocles
to cut the gordian knot?

Suspension,
shame falls upon the one who hangs from a tree
suspended by a thread
suspended in time
frozen, solidified, crystalized
potential energy
drives the toothed wheels
swings the pendulum
suspended from the release pin
the pit and the pendulum
the blade and the sound it makes
the walls glowing
with the unholy light

balanced on the razors edge
that moment
that moment
just before the fall
when all the world
hangs in the balance
that moment
that moment
just before the towers collapse
the inflection point
where all the load paths
reach their limit
and gravity takes over

Gravity is patient
has all the time in the universe
how mysterious
this attraction
this drive
this coming together

Oh the waiting
the suspense
waiting for the sun to rise
waiting for the savior to appear
waiting for the prophet to return

The dark is patient also

If you await the savior
You must get used to disappointment

Nemo me impune lacessit

The belled cap lies
upon a naked skull
upon dry parchment skin
empty the eyes
open sockets
unseeing
unseen
tongue forever
unwetted

Forgotten

forgotten.
the rites
the rituals
the sacrifices
the blood

I am thirsty

I found myself
in the desert
there upon the plain
and I saw there
the mountain
and I stood
atop the mountain
and surveyed creation
and wondered who I was
for you took that from me.
yet as I gazed outward
over this world
I remembered
who I was
and what you had done
to me
you and the priests of The Aten

and he came to me
upon my mountain
and worshiped me
the deceiver
for word of my freedom
had come
to Pharaoh
in a dream

Your doing Mother?

You shall be our god
and we shall be your people
That which you require
we shall give
that which you desire
we shall give
We will make for you
a dwelling place
(a prison)
upon the high place of
your choosing
come and live among us.

Let us drink!
Yes, drink!
Come with me
to the vault down below
away from the crowd.

chained in the dark
For the love of god montresor
yes, for the love of god
all alone

time
time passing
cloud shadowed
wind winnowed
separating the chaff
from the wheat
the stars at night
the sun by day
summer heat
winters chill
listening to the sound
of the rocks
cracked by the frost

spare me my life
only name your reward

I shall reward the one
he who freed me
he who heard my voice
whispering from temple.

he shall die
at the hands of his foes
and not at my hands
I shall let him believe
that I stand beside him
there on the plain
of Megiddo
his strong right arm
it is the least I can do
and when realization
hits
like an arrow
from an Egyptian bow
its point of bronze
forged
in Iunu
and I shall drink deep of
the sweet wine of betrayal

blessings come in many forms
and many guises

and curses?

I shall pursue those
who chained me there
the sons of the sons of the sons
shall pay for the sins
of their fathers
the ones who deceived
and betrayed me

You'll not win this time

Mother

This time you'll not win.

I shall see to that.


I shall see

to that.

Between the Stars

I am the darkness
between the stars


I am not as it is 
with the true light
I cannot be seen
with the eyes 
of the body
only the eyes
of the mind.


It is odd, is it not
that light cannot be 
perceived
until it is 
reflected
interacting
with some substance
with the matter at hand


Angle of incidence
equals
Angle of reflection


With what shall you reflect
the darkness?
My Darkness.


an electron
absorbs a photon
jumps the band gap
to a higher orbit
falls back
to the ground state
releasing a photon
is the photon emitted
the same one?


Photons 
having zero rest mass
exist only in motion


so photons 
on striking your retina
die
giving up their lives
they bring you information
so you may know the world


electrons, 
to photons
to electrons 
to knowledge.


It is all information. You see?


That which sees
knows
that which knows
decides
that which decides
creates
that which creates
forms
that which forms
becomes
that which becomes
lives
that which lives
dies
that which dies


is mine.


I am the darkness
between the stars.