Magick is as contagious as syphilis. Concentrated spark of the divine Light.

My heart is also Light. I light the flame and pronounce a fierce name. Become initiate of the left hand path in orgasm. Pleasure among the living become conscious of the landscape. Conform like the soul imagining itself. I am the Angel Ptah-Ra. Truth in motion understood by profane ritual. Again and again. With understanding and the Fall.

May blessing precede my presence. I will go to the Moon God. I will accept the Light and magnify it. I will drive off the offerings of the enemies. The falling angels of disturbance and thought. Eat it when you are going forth, driven for preparations of blood and elastic muscle fiber. One great power is enough for anyone. Others fold in disinterest and dreams. Eyes closed.

I will go to the Moon God to seek Vengeance and Acceptance. Some things most are afraid of. Patterns of the entire process from rebirth to redeath. It’s all there in the beam of the Light; in the equation burned onto the sky. Certain numbers convey belief. Massive amounts of information in one digit. Pale blue aura burns but feels good. The Moon God cries. I masturbate in worship.