Pantokrator gazed upon the heavens and the earth 
And said;
Only the images may lead the way to salvation,
If there is one. 
And only there our past,present and future will become one


Pantokrator

Every single breath mingles with the truth,
And time penetrates vision through 
The grandeur, 
The flamboyance 
An antique scale and an abysmal root

Time

Царь Прошли Tsar is Gone

Those who blames a discipline beware
You blame what you are not
And scorn a toil which you can not. 
Thus you are unable, hence unwelcome
In our universal gallery
Where we recite our timeless story
Weave the never ending tapestry 
Chant the fiery liturgy
Called
HISTORY
Which unfortunately 
Surrounds thee

Believe it or not

Where we Recite our Timeless Story

He looked at the depths of this twisted mirror
With a dream stained surface where dwells myriad faces
And there He envisages and materializes,
An authentic one,among the many.
The visage, 

Visage

Illuminating the simulacra of assumptions, I, the majestic shade of one truth
Extinguish and then shade into the impotent potential crud.
Ahh, sweet idle mind
Alas, only under your mighty wings
One may repent 
...and then?

Simulacra

Deggial/RAPHAEL

Africa

Asia

Europa

Jerusalem

Terra

Motive-D

A to Ω

Witnessing the ancient parable, during the spiritual famine of our waning planet, our brethren was unable to commit a grand suicide.

Mourn Universe.

Rejoice Void.

It is true that modern world lost her appetite for psychic communion. Radical intelligentsia struggles to dismantle and at a long run, to eradicate religious philosophies , and clerical and political figures spoils both the belief and the believers. Yet, not only all the superstitious and corrupted institutional structure, but also the ancient parable and widespread discipline is vanishing with the triumph of modernity. Still, one must not mourn but rejoice, because the process of our theological accumulation points out the fact that, "real" prophets, or the divine prisms which reflects the eternal color scale emerges only during the courses of spiritual famine.

It is also true that our waning planet is home to the major, yet degenerating civilizations which completed their historical missions due to the intense inter-cultural integration. But there is no point in stopping this collapse because the collapse itself will cleanse the deformation called mediocrity in the worldly hierarchy. Still I admit, this process will be a painful one. Of course the unable, shielded by legal authority will try to commit a grand suicide by insisting on continuing this competitive and disruptive way of life.

A

The ancient parable tells a tale of spiritual famine
And its consequences

I

Thus, on this waning planet 
We sat starving under the firmament
And, on this waning planet
Out of idleness We built
Towers to breach it.
And by chance we reach 
To the serene chamber of transcendence
Where sits the celestial throne of majestic ascendance.

II

Unable to feel, unable to see
The grandeur thro serenity
Us
Heirs and sons to the Demiurge
Dethroned the father 
And then 
Raped eachother.


III

With the burden of this shameful crime
Of incestry, 
Of felony, 
Of adultery, 
We invoke the wisdom within our dignity
And he -the wisdom- cursed the regicide
And advised A Grand suicide.

Ω

Unable to feel, unable to see
The grandeur thro serenity
We
Heirs and sons to the Demiurge
Were unable to commit a grand suicide.
Thus, on this waning planet
We sat starving under the firmament
Without a decent atonement.


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