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kalikeha · 2 years

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Know me.

Worship me, swollen with passion, where are the saints grown mad upon the sweet foam of my bossom.

Scorn me, for the end of things is as stern fire about my loins, that glisten damp with sacrifice.

Enter me wantonly, whan am I like the dreg of Brothels. Be consumed by me.

Burn in me.

About the markets of the world I am sent bare, until the wotst of creatures may lie down with me.

Though wretched and with sores, they shall not be refused.

The mead of many rapes is sanctified in me, and is made holy as the stars, for I am Understanding whereby they that drik the filth of my adulteries shall be made clean.

For that which fouls me is the joy of paradise. The seed of wisdom runneth from my womb.

See! Iam couched with beasts , that monsters of the primitive and formless chaos shall know me.

Iam am the one no eartlhy man nor woman may embrace, tat vet is Whore to ALL.

Have I not fallen in thy sight?

Hast you not spat upon my name?

Hast thou not hated me?

Hast thou not called me the harlot, that endures thy father's infinite desires, and plundered every moment from her birth?

Then know me.

In my nakedness I am called revelation.

In the calculation of the hebrews shall my name be numbered six, and fifty and one hundred.

Then I am the world's destruction.

I am that understanding wherein all things are concluded.

I am Babylon.

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That understanding is poured out like in to Blood from me. Like noble Wine, mine Essence runneth down into the Earth, and therein IS degraded and made bitter. Yet it giveth succor unto all things. Mother am I, that sways the great dark cradle of the night. Then I am Isis, a I Hecate, a I Selene. Black am i, Like to The hidden Moon, or as a womb. I taketh in and I receive. Virgin am I to they that know me not, and whore a I to they that know me. Then I am Scarlett, and made fertile that my passion is a great annihilating fire that none May look upon. Then I am Babylon. And further yet am I sunk down into the world itself. Then am I Mary, that conceals her child from Herod. I am Isis that conceals her child from Set. And further yet I am degraded. Then I am the Scarlet woman, mistress to the beast, called Crowley. Leah Hirsig, prostituted in the Paris streets, my star goudged in her breast. Thus does thy mother go a harlot in the world.

And this is the vision of Sorrow.

(...)

That understanding is decanted by another means: as a fiery mead of spirit does it flow, that is not in its downward path corrupted.

Fire of heaven is this nectar , that not in earth be soiled, nor quenched.

A burning moonfoam, then shall this trueblood, this sangreal, be carried down upon a mighty chariot.

In its red vintage is distilled the moment of my dreadful understanding, unexpressed, that cometh privately, in dark and silence.

That is called apocalypse.

Then is ignited my affection, and made hot.

Then I am strenght that straddles lions, and drunken on the juice of mine own flames.

Am I the concubine of revelation, known and mounted with her beast, whose number is a man.

Revealed to man, then is my inspiration come into the earth a child.

And is that child become a tale that strikes fire in the heart.

And is that fire become a blaze, where in thy time, Man's World must be consumed.

Named for the moth of Saturn, where I am exalted, she is called promethea.

From understanding spilled as wisdom is she called sophia.

And this is the vission of compassion

Traducción de google:

Conoceme. Adórame, henchida de pasión, donde están los santos enloquecidos sobre la dulce espuma de mi seno. Desdénenme, porque el final de las cosas es como un fuego severo sobre mis lomos, que brillan húmedos por el sacrificio. Entra en mí sin sentido, que soy como la escoria de los burdeles. Déjate consumir por mí. Arde en mí. Sobre los mercados del mundo me envían desnudo, hasta que la más infame de las criaturas se acueste conmigo. Aunque miserables y con llagas, no serán rechazados. El hidromiel de muchas violaciones es santificado en mí, y es santificado como las estrellas, porque Yo soy Entendimiento por el cual serán limpiados los que beben las inmundicias de mis adulterios. Porque lo que me ensucia es la alegría del paraíso. La semilla de la sabiduría corre de mi vientre. ¡Ver! Estoy acostado con las bestias, para que los monstruos del caos primitivo y sin forma me conozcan. Yo soy el que ningún hombre o mujer terrenal puede abrazar, pero soy la Puta de TODOS. ¿No he caído ante tus ojos? ¿No has escupido sobre mi nombre? ¿No me has odiado? ¿No me has llamado la ramera, que soporta los infinitos deseos de tu padre, y saqueó cada momento desde su nacimiento? Entonces conóceme. En mi desnudez soy llamado revelación. En el cómputo de los hebreos mi nombre será contado seis, cincuenta y cien. Entonces yo soy la destrucción del mundo. Yo soy ese entendimiento en el que se concluyen todas las cosas. Soy Babilonia.

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Ese entendimiento es derramado como en Sangre de mí. Como el Vino noble, mi Esencia desciende a la Tierra, y en ella SE degrada y amarga.

Sin embargo, da socorro a todas las cosas.

Madre soy yo, que mece la gran cuna oscura de la noche.

Entonces soy Isis, soy Hécate, soy Selene. Negro soy, como la luna oculta, o como un útero.

Acepto y recibo.

Virgen soy para los que no me conocen, y ramera para los que me conocen.

Entonces soy Scarlett, y he hecho fértil que mi pasión es un gran fuego aniquilador que nadie puede mirar. Entonces yo soy Babilonia.

Y aún más estoy hundido en el mundo mismo.

Entonces soy yo María, que oculta a su hijo de Herodes. Soy Isis que oculta a su hijo de Set.

Y aún más estoy degradado.

Entonces yo soy la mujer Escarlata, amante de la bestia, llamada Crowley. Leah Hirsig, prostituida en las calles de París, mi estrella clavada en su pecho.

Así va tu madre ramera en el mundo.

Y esta es la visión del Dolor.

(...)

Ese entendimiento se decanta por otro medio: como hidromiel ardiente de espíritu fluye, que no se corrompe en su camino descendente. Fuego del cielo es este néctar, que en la tierra no se ensucia ni se apaga. Una espuma de luna ardiente, entonces esta sangre verdadera, esta sangreal, será llevada sobre un carro poderoso. En su cosecha roja se destila el momento de mi espantoso entendimiento, inexpresado, que llega en privado, en la oscuridad y el silencio. Eso se llama apocalipsis. Entonces se enciende mi afecto, y se calienta. Entonces soy la fuerza que cabalga sobre leones, y me emborracho con el jugo de mis propias llamas. ¿Soy yo la concubina de la revelación, conocida y montada con su bestia, cuyo número es un hombre? Revelado al hombre, entonces mi inspiración viene a la tierra como un niño. Y es que ese niño se convierte en un cuento que incendia el corazón. Y es que el fuego se convierte en una llamarada, donde en tu tiempo, el Mundo del Hombre debe ser consumido. Llamada así por la polilla de Saturno, donde estoy exaltado, se llama Promethea. Del entendimiento derramado como sabiduría se le llama sophia. Y esta es la visión de la compasión

Promethea. Alan Moore

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gazyrlezon · 5 years

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About me

Thanks to @twoeyedcrow for tagging me!

Relationship status: Mildly disinterested in one.

Favorite colors: no idea. Could be anything that’s not a too bright neon.

Three favorite foods: lentil soup (in all varieties I’ve up till now encountered), Käsespätzle, lomo saltado

Song stuck in my head: Bella Ciao (I hate that there is now a need to clarify, but no, I do not mean any of the songs that came out last summer)

Last song I listened to: probably something from Doctor Who

Last movie I watched: probably Arrival? Not sure, it’s been a while and I don’t watch a lot of movies.

Time: 18:44

Top three shows: Doctor Who, Stranger Things, Babylon Berlin (not yet watched all of it, but I cannot refrain from listing the only show that acknowledges the variety of German dialects I’ve seen in my entire life)

Books I’m currently reading: Seven Surrenders, second book of Ada Palmer’s Terra Ignota. I’m mildly obsessed with this series: it’s the second time I’m reading Seven Surrenders; I have read the third book once already, and the first book thrice, all within the last six months. Before then, I had never reread a book within a year (just to give you some idea of how much I am obsessed with it …).

Also I’m slowly making my way through Voltaire’s Candide and some cheap Dutch fantasy book the name of which I have forgotten (it was free as ebook) to learn French and Dutch respectively.

Last thing I googled: No idea, it’s been a long time since I’ve used google’s search engine. But if this generalises to other search engines, the last I used was qwant to search for a glados voice generator (unfortunately it’s been to long and the ones I found were all defunct or terrible)

How many blankets do you sleep with: One. In summer it’s occasionally just a duvet cover (I had to look that up; I mean the thin sheet of cloth you put the actual blanket in, Bettbezug in German)

Dream trip: a free Interrail ticket without the hassle of finding hotels or reservations (why does a seat on Eurostar cost upwards of 40€?? Not the ticket, but purely the seat?)

Anything you really want: somewhere to cook my own food. My current flat lacks any sort of kitchen, and while it is possible to live purely on twice-fried Belgian frites, I’d neither enjoy it nor find it very healthy. Barring that, a larger variety of bread that’s got some structural integrity, or at least one of my ideas for novels done and published. Oh, and a world in which humans do not have an innate need for simple explanations that resist all kinds of proven facts, but I guess that’s a bit outside this question’s scope.

consider yourself tagged iff you want to or in case you know why I wrote “iff” with two “f”.

#about me

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