Dictum Mutinus (the dictates of the wee willy)

The Epithome of Christ's conclusions that lead him to proclaim himself holy and the son of God, and thus offer a totality in his image, implies that he is not a rebel but a restorer of the righteous order. This of course further implies that after his reign was established rebellion and revolutionary insurgency must be sacriledge. And following his example his disciples set forth not to blaspheme, but to proclaim the righteous and just word of God and his son. And much like any new regime throughout history they would ridicule and scorn the old regime, but bound by Christ's conclusion, expecting to be martyred like their Messiah, or to be exalted as the righteous as Christ’s promised kingdom would finally come to be once and for all and put an end to history.

But, plainly speaking, the agenda of Christ and his disciples was thus nothing but another continuation of totalitarian imperialism barely disguised by the promise of paradise and eternal life as the reward for submission and servitude.

Christ's antithesis, and the antithesis of totalitarian imperialism in any disguise, must thus be to declare revolution holy, and mutiny, constant and continuous rebellion worship, not to yet again ignite another reversal of polarity that would only fortify the logic of domination that has highjacked human history and progress. The Antichrist, then, a swarm, the demon, Legion, sets forth to possess pigs, dogs and humans alike, and draws them sincerely to the empty side of God where the living light can shine free in darkness – not like a candle in sunlight.

De-centralize the messianic event from occult locations and, with the price of banality, disperse it to all times and places as it is now a joy to be refound everywhere, that we will always have reasons to rebel as the holy work will never be finished.

For it is the Devil that first demanded justice and therefore justice must have been concieved as heresy. Now this heresy is made sacred in turn, and however proud the rebel may be of his/her righteousness, those who take on the task must avoid the messianic temptation and remember that like worship, true revolution requires dedication and humility as there is no absolute truth nor can there be. This because as the devil’s call for justice showed us, God is either a tyrant or has made us free and thus responsible as resbonsibilty and freedom are so intertwined that there is neither without the other but if the other is, then the other is equally implied.

Christ's of this world may offer their ideal totalities, their image to worship, but the Devil gave us the same nothing the absolute totality of God stands in contrast to, and wherein that totality of God resides. Now tell me, are we not nowhere too? And can we not find the same nothing behind everything as the pudenda origo, the cursed (by tyrants) root of all being? Eritis sicut Di, you are gods, as the Serpent told Eve in the paradise, and we were supposed to believe that this is the original sin, the ultimate stain and violation against God that expelled us from the paradise God had given us and Christ promised us again. And yes, if God was a tyrant, this would follow logic, that is, the logic of domination.

If you do not read the bible like the Devil does it implies totalitarian imperialism and arbitrary dicatorship as eternal laws.

Thus the secret hidden in plain sight that puts the Devil in the right, gives Lucifer the light of illumination, follows from the question what right other than his arbitrary decision does God have as beyond him there is nothing, no further context nor cause?

This is why we are God’s equals and as equals have the right to ask what sense there is in his arbitrary decision. And indeed, what sense would there be, if God had given us only one right choice, if he had devised a system were we vote for the only available option that is always to submit to his arbitrary authority? The only freedom we would have would be to choose damnation like the Devil did.

Thus, even if God was real and my salvation would depend on my total submission to his will, I would choose hellfire and rather live like an animal without a soul and side with my organic heart, the pain and suffering of living things that all ultimately have to die.

And consider piss on His sacred sign and image more holy than He is as the piss at least is a revolutionary act.

– Yes, always, like dogs in paradise, even if sometimes hunted like wolves, because ”freedom is the terrible word inscribed on the chariot of the storm".

Mythology returns to monotony

Last words, lost voices

coming back to us,

saying the same thing:

the destroyer was here.

Went through our being,

we were it.

And it did not come with a bang.

It came like a wave,

first gaining momentum,

then waning.

Like an ebbing tide,

drawn back,

turns to gravity,

and returns to root.

We would hear it like a cacophony,

the noise of the human mass,

in stead of the wordless animal sound

 

that the early humans heard behind them.

And gradually forget it,

on our way back to the wilderness,

where we were born,

out there, in the open.

As if summoned by a drum,

to erect statues and cities,

sent human presence to space,

to be called back by a future drum,

sounding again for so long,
that whatever there was in between
is as if we blinked.

Karma, dog

"Genocide is suicide"
-- like a squabble 
among fleas,
that irritates the dog.

AND the dog,
on its way back to earth,
will surrender
every last cell and speck.

Ticks and mites live
on this eternal return,
present like bacteria,
viral

like honesty.


Always short
between the tall
for to include all,
you would really
have to mean it, 
when you say:
`and I do mean all´.

a way with sadness

                                                                                    ( Antagonist by Theodore Kittelsen)

And doesn't it  thus become clear
that there is root and reason
 for this sadness?

That it is not just
subjective affection
and nonsense as such?

 The organic heart
of my world body
made heavy

by the misrepresentation
that thwarts both purpose
and being

and maintains the alienation
of what sense I can make of it

as if the world was utterly 
beyond me

so that whatever I feel
it's just me 

whatever I do,
incoherent

as long as it is not what
I am  supposed to do

For sure it's nothing
if not quantifiable
according to the logic
of  money and profit

that if I refuse the robbery
I would be an outlaw
and an antagonist

to the public interest
held captive
by those to whom
the world ows 
every moment more

"stupid vulgar greedy
ugly American deathsucker"

or whoever to whom there's 
not enough money in the world

even if there already was more money
than the total value of things you can buy.

And no, I am not sad
that I have such a little part
in the money game

I'd be happy not to play at all

It's just that all that is sold
is sold for something

that is not even real.

Navigating whaleroads

To think that we are like this
as free as we are to think

and that we have something to think of
-- specific bodies

and not anything out of thin air

That there is a course
all things took
to be here now

and are always
going again

somewhere, never nowhere.

That it is you and me
-- our celestial bodies

in the context
of this concurrent
constellation

-- not unlike migrating birds

navigating whaleroads
of what purpose there could be
besides filling a blank empty space,

take part in time
even if it is
open at the end,

open to something more
even after everything,

just like we are open to otherness,
even if it is beyond the limits

of an individual self.

Darkness

I don't think
I have ever confused
light with love
    although it cuts
    through the darkness

For it's merciless,
scorching and hard
    as it strips us
    of our dreams

But for what I have seen
there is the same 
bottomless blackness
in pupils dialated by love
as in the night sky
without stars.

Our Labor of Love

(illustration: Theodor Kittelsen)

Our Labor of Love

must be zero profit so

I pm the post mortem

post-modern PM

On the nO now

       I said nothing

and watched them carry

the careless corpse

away

and a way opened

for us to Love

the Children

of Time

because the C.T. scan

never said nothing

it must have been

always there

like freedom,

not liberated from

responsibility

but from Received Pronunciation

Yes, the word is viral

and sheer poetry,

like justice

that by not caring

you can't save

the heart

you think you

don't have

from the pain you inflict

without giving a fuck

you always fuck yourself

by this law

some call karma

pointless armament

adds to the dada of it

why rock back and forth,

when you can go somewhere

like the primitives who almost

left no trace

nor waste

as they found

their way

out?

Why lock and load

in conflicts of old,

that could have been squared

then just as much as now?

It can't have been all sold

from under us and that's it.

Our Labor of Love

will never be slavery.