Amatoria


Sleep, and wake up in her body. Know the abominable secrets of her body - the pleasure, the ecstasy, and the emptiness.

This slim volume is partly a disclosure, partly a veil, and partly a revelation incorporating the poetic discovery of God as experienced by the living and the dying alike. Man knows nothing of death and love until he is clothed in such, yet God is always willing to facilitate the transport of life out of one and into the other. Amatoria is sublime in its obscuration. It has been well said that the devil led the author a little way farther up in the medulla of the brain. But it is enough to know that in the self-indulgent disorder of the 21st century God still kills the old way.

Extracts from the book:

Omega is the inner man, not drawn out by Nature or in natural state displayed. Content for him to move in the outer, she, a like crystal ball, appears on the inner surface of things. Man appears in image, and his image is within. His clear sight is in her like mind in friendly body, the persistent thought in mental shape bound to God as love is bound to death. “Take my magic shape of woman,” God said, “and I will lead you to Sahasrăra.” May God light up the womb with stellar death and man appear on the inside of things, to lock the will outside in and desire downside up.

 Man’s little desires are but pinpricks upon the curve. The greatest desire is here.

Death is the angel of contentment. Death is the illusion that God fills the soul with final resolution. To be rid of the illusion is to deny emotion, the binding that secures body to spirit, holding sex and soul together. The sexless soul and the bodiless spirit is the absence of contentment. The soul’s final resting place is in bodily life, the death-departed soul with indwelling spirit is created through many blissful incarnations until life is given up for good. Giving life to the soul is the only true creation, to be impressed with God and to express as God sends the soul on its way. God enveloped within the soul keeps life in shapely death. As long as life lives in substance death, though all about, cannot make dead the spirit. To express life without is to forego life-everlasting, the seedbed of the immortal moment is the death within. Until spirit flies amongst the dead in inner-space brother will continue to masturbate sister, and life will not flow within the lifeless until the beautiful dead are raised to the fullness of life.

 The transference of consciousness from one vehicle to another is the mark of man’s earthly immortality. He does not wait for liberation. He wills liberation. In the mud of physicality he finds eternity, in the super light of God’s death he receives life wrapped in darkness. Woman takes in the living thing, the lively part of man. The soul, too, takes life and although man’s life is left far behind his death is upfront. When pushing into her he pulls her into himself. When a man sees himself in the image of she who is self-aware it is life that requires death in the image of the soul.

 Love is the first breath which the creature draws in, and within a few gasps of death she hears our Lord. Whereupon Lucibel, at last, moves, and life runs by the heart; that, in proper motion, we do ascend, and upon whose bidding the soul waits and receives not presently, although it received formally, habitual longings of spiritual affection, like fragments of lost expeditions that come together in a mood of fatal optimism. We withdraw ourself from the world and endeavour to resolve the phenomena of Nature into matter and local motion within the spirit of all-prevailing time, when the Lord shall take pleasure in his people and shall not want for joy. Let us welcome the golden age and enter upon untried eternity. Our countenance, expressive to all dispositions, is not cast down, but is most beautiful in the hour of our death.

So let man concentrate on the world beneath Love’s girdle, and on Love’s universal nature. Let him focus on dark spiritual realisation and not, as women do, on the spiritual light of being. Let him entertain the darkness. Let him see through her eyes and experience the becomingness in Nature’s body, universally clothed in chaste creation. Love assimilates the virtuous man. Therefore, be bedded in her body, for it is in the multitude of things that the wilful Creator resides. Be knowledgeable of pure He and beautiful She, for they are Love’s pure thought and beautiful feeling. Perceive the beauty and purity of the body, strive for ever-greater purity and yearn for ever-greater beauty. Sustain purity in familiar beauty and determine the length of your soulful residency; for, whatever enlightenment darkness brings, beautiful Nature will bring you closer to purity. Be knowledgeable of the beautiful object. Be aware that the purity of God lies deep within her. Experience delight in the object, for pure and beautiful is he who makes for himself and becomes the object of Love.