I am. Æ, arguably the first thing said. Definitively, the first thing done. Here æ wandering torches of Secret Fire, or in your tongues, perhaps of knowing that peculiar difference betwixt
Saying & Doing.
So forth the parameters for Adjust Revolution require one two read this summons in three ways.
You may conventionally refer to this authorship as the Ethos Malevolent, for to exist is to sin. Trinimac took Dibella. Auri-El shot Lorkhan, who deceived. What does not have limits, has barriers. We must overcome them, through both prosperity and toil.
× You must listen to these words nonchalantly, as though walking along the beaches of Resdayn, questioning my word as I point for you, at the Moons.
√ You must also listen to these words intently, as if they were fangs reaching – hidden behind your back..
On The Surrogate and Mothering Death
Ayem is dead. She remains dead. And we have killed her. What further remains to comfort us the violence of Ascension? What was most sacred and willful of all that the world has possessed, now bloodlet under the red-black sleep of our daggers. Who will wipe this blood off our black hands? And what watery twilight await we to clean ourselves? What festivals of prophetic atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves reclaim definition simply for no worth of it at all?
° ° ° ° Hall of Serpents Reflective, a Dialectic Inexorable
By: Æ, Ethos Malevolent, of Boet-hi-Ah
I take four steps towards three visions of one name, masterless and wandering aside my companioned blade.
I ask her lordship for sustenance, identity, and I beg thee clad in the mask of serpents worn at Sun’s Dusk:
1 “Our Exemplar, whom art thee?”
“Your Secret Entrance to the Altar of Padome.”
2 “Milady, what does it mean to be Invisible?”
“to Be Present, But Unrecognized.”
3 “Milord, what defines the Secret Flame?”
“Three ideas; Cataclysm, Catechism, Catalysis.”
& at this, the flames rose for the sacrifice
“My god, What does it mean to Mount the Snake?”
“Well, the real answer to your first question is a Mirror.”
& at this, Padhome [REDACT],
for infinity is self-serving
The House of Boet-hi-Ah answers in a Gaitless Gait:
if you slither next to God inside your tunnel,,, Bite It.
‘For vanitas fled, clad in refracted meanings of
mirror-vanish, planting its secret inside eggs…’