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Passion – fire infernal Reaching angelic heights. Each moment in love feels eternal, Burning coal – to make light. Each moment – felt absolutely Hell and heaven – and all beween. Universe sensed most acutely, Reconstituted – as in a dream. Rearranged – mind and feeling, Together brought into heights. The fiery depths of the world revealing, Bringing lava into the light. Turn toward me – I’m your Pluto, Be my Venus – and let us love. Let us drink ourselves into stupor On the essence and truth of life. Let us come together and travel And together let’s make a trail: Path from hell into heaven And from heaven into hell, Freeing spirits trapped in false reason So that they see the cosmic light And allowing the divine wisdom To inform all that lives inside. Passion – fire infernal, And then – we are apart. Life is charred to its kernel, Memory – knife through heart. Ilya Shambat
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THIS MADE ME CUM ALL OVER MYSELF AND I’M A GUY – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Passion – fire infernal Reaching angelic heights. Each moment in love feels eternal, Burning coal – to make light. Each moment – felt absolutely Hell and heaven – and all beween. Universe sensed most acutely, Reconstituted – as in a dream. Rearranged – mind and feeling, Together brought into heights. The fiery depths of the world revealing, Bringing lava into the light. Turn toward me – I’m your Pluto, Be my Venus – and let us love. Let us drink ourselves into stupor On the essence and truth of life. Let us come together and travel And together let’s make a trail: Path from hell into heaven And from heaven into hell, Freeing spirits trapped in false reason So that they see the cosmic light And allowing the divine wisdom To inform all that lives inside. Passion – fire infernal, And then – we are apart. Life is charred to its kernel, Memory – knife through heart. Ilya Shambat
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Ilya: have you ever thought about writing a dreamtime sequel to this labor . It would be nice to see what happens after the meeting of heaven and hell for one thing. After the marriage of heaven and hell, and the birth of earth for instance, can you possibly elaborate on the offspring of this union? I’d personally like to see a dreamtime of this theme where the notion of life after death evaporates into a resignation towards the absurdity of such speculations.That would then be followed by a dreamtime theme where the actual characterization of another more balanced and harmonious life actually occurred in the wedding of heart and mind, creating an animated universe of dreams which would then be the eternal playground of youthful folly and aged scholarships. Specifically, I’d like to see you create artistically, a new universe formed from this dreamtime, where this world disappears like a breath of fresh air exhaled into the next oblivion, but the trick would be in writing from the third person already having transformed from this earthly plain unto the eternal realm of fiction and fancy,where never land exists in happy ever afters.It is the basic premise of this notion, of a communications between "NeverLand" and here that I think you would be most exquisite at inventing with your prose. Just a suggestion. The fantastic of course in realizing that this is real, and by these means you can and others have lived on in the imaginations of those whom have read their materials long after the original authors have passed into oblivion,and joined their stories in the hearts and minds of the living to whom they are left as a travel map for future generations as how to get from New Orleans to Santa Fe without getting lost ,or how to find the trail of the spanish bit when they do become disoriented. What I personally have been struggling with isn’t so much the surrender or defeat of faith or the extinguishing of dreams as the physical realiy of mortal cloth becomes more apparent, it is the ability to maintain a disbeleif within the mortal cloth ,while still actively striving to dispell that awareness in order to "CREATE" a vision which mutually incorporates the notion of failure with the ideal of conquest. It is this key element of friction between illusion and disillusion which motivates me to seek a harmoniuos balance between the two entities of existence.This struggle I recognize as the labor of fiction to imagine that balance of paradox,and move it onward towards a refinement or perfection.The stumbling block in this art form is to me apparently, the limitations of perception to allow perfection to continue to progress from the epitome of serene to the decay and manifestation of corruption.Perfection thus achieved in story, must be allowed to fail in order to maintain the cycle of the dream .This limitation of trying to mediate perfection into a permanent stasis which somehow remains constant without change or evolution to higher or lesser degrees ,and the dangers inherent in altering perfection is the fundamental allowance that invites faith, a far flung notion of invincibility. There in lies the crux of the matter concerning the fierce passion towards the notion of victory.By consumating the wedding feast between heaven and hell, and delivering the child of this union into earthly attire, we fix the bounds and meets of this notion into a semi permanent status of story.That in itself is the prison cell from which the prisoner of hope functions.Destroying the prison cell seems necessary in order for the story to progress and allows the devil to escape momentarily.Embracing the poor devil once he has escaped into the world, and bringing him back to reason is imho the real work of the spirit.By rescuing Old Nick from his/her own misconceptions of defeat, i.e. and then that old serpent the devil was cast down into the fiery abyss where the false prophet, the antichrist and the beast had already been flung along with Jezebel and their host of legions and demons from hell, where they are to be tormented forever and ever etal.. Explaining to Lucifer, Belzebub ,Satan , elToroDiablo, …that this fiery torment is in fact the relationship between the heart and mind of all living beings, that creates life, is a essential ommission of the story which causes it to founder on pretentious notions. Were the evil incarnate to realize the primary purpose of their genisis was to elaborate and expound upon the growing changing nature of discovery, they would then realize that this so called punishment and judgement was in fact the source of the Nile so to speak, that secret inclination where Saint John is left like Moses to wander around blindly for 40 years in the desert , and be denied entrance into heaven after such a long elaborate struggle.To open our eyes to the revelation that what Saint John and Moses were attempting to keep alive, by enduring this What is it to you if he lives until I return, only to discover that the Master never returns in fact? It was then that rumor went out that the one beloved wouldn’t die until the Master returned.The Master was in a sense Truth, whom had escaped the banality of reason by the use of temporal flights of fancy .That was the birth of the Lie which the world loves, and the advent of the first Vampire, which is to say, the result of life without death in and of itself without reason.Reasin restores death to us, and allows Gods Rest.These limits are a vehicle within which to rescue the error of misconception from the story. This revelation in turn leads us to the fascination of fictions aspect.Inventing myths in order to teach and council a living audience beyond the boundaries of time and space allows us to facillitate that immortal notion of serenity.It is this serene place of sanctuary to which the wellspring of the human soul aspires.That is to me Gods Rest,and the source of the river of life.For here in the eternal peace of Gods Rest all things are possible, even the reconciling of Lucifer and Yahweh.This reconciliation abolishes Judgement and punishment,and restores the perfect order of Eden.It allows the division of life and death into to seperate but equal halves joined in perpetual harmony, rather than as adversaries, and it is this marriage which Romeo and Juliet so earnestly strive to reveal. Continuity is restored to the story as profane and sacrosanct details of oral tradition becoming convoluted , are remedied by the art of articulations. Thus Lucifer in all his terrible rebellious nature becomes first Eve, in the pragmatic notion of mans origianl sin, the ideal of woman.As Man learns, and ascends from the temporal abyss of his knowledge to the refined understandings of circumstance, man takes upon himself the dlegated position of Eve, for love enforces upon his conscience a necessity to liberate the woman from the bonds of hs own mental failings. Thus love in th end is the motivator of the story, but not the truth of the matter.The truth is love must be subordinate to Truth.It is this teaching which gives rise to respect, and thereby the awareness of humility.AHHH! The key to the Kingdom, and so the Holy Bible which possesses everything in creation good and bad is symbolically cast into the Lake of Fire which is our Heart.But the knowledge of good and evil that becomes our mind rebels against this ,and resists delivering te information gleaned from experience , and attempts to conceal these tidbits of discovery from the heart out of fear or ignorance. This then leads to the aspiration of the body to render a wholistic device by which the heart may attain this necessary information for its liberation in order to share equally with the mind in the altered state of undertanding that experience renders. Resolution of this conflict is achieved through the act of faith.Doubt is the dividing line between life nd death, with hatred and fear as the adversaries to reason, staunchly defending the limitations of reason until the nature of mind and heart can be equivocated acceptably to both parties.It is this division which gives place for the intermediary third party of spirit, whom is elevated to the position of Observer.These three observers, Saint John, Moses and Christ make up a holy trinity combined in the person of Elijah,and instigated by the obscure beheading of John the Baptist. This Beheading is the second adam and eve, for like the first adam and eve were formed from the bone of my bone flesh of my flesh, so the second were formed from prayer of our prayer hope of our hope,and migrated from physical to an emotional realm. The third adam and eve is the possibly the closing of these books.By closing the story ,in Gods Rest, as a permanent resting place the earth hell is transformed into heaven and salvation is achieved and maintained. But the maintenance of this earthly paradise is not found in the map that leads us to it, it has not been designed yet.This work was not assumed by the creator,but saved as a mutual effort of all that remains. This is to me the Book of LIfe, which is in fact our existence.This book of life, which is written in our hearts and minds has no room for false doctrines and partial notions of truth and meaning, but is instead endowed by experience genetically encoded upon the hearts and minds of the living. and communicated orally through song and verse even unto the departed or dead, and it is this song which liberates fear and hope expelling the defeat of reason which the lie causes amongst the living. By breaking the molds of articulation and allowing ebb and flow to incorporate into the stories, the notion of permanenece diminishes into the practical ideal of oblivion.Here is where we then find salvations redeeming model.For in mediating the impregnable wall of human ignorance we discover how fragile the fabric of veneer of delusion truly is, and this leads us ot question why such a delicate condition of fallacy is so mercilessly … read more »
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I like this one Ilya, I can resonate with it — meltdarok http://hometown.aol.com/meltdarok/
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Passion – fire infernal Reaching angelic heights. Each moment in love feels eternal, Burning coal – to make light. Each moment – felt absolutely Hell and heaven – and all beween. Universe sensed most acutely, Reconstituted – as in a dream. Rearranged – mind and feeling, Together brought into heights. The fiery depths of the world revealing, Bringing lava into the light. Turn toward me – I’m your Pluto, Be my Venus – and let us love. Let us drink ourselves into stupor On the essence and truth of life. Let us come together and travel And together let’s make a trail: Path from hell into heaven And from heaven into hell, Freeing spirits trapped in false reason So that they see the cosmic light And allowing the divine wisdom To inform all that lives inside. Passion – fire infernal, And then – we are apart. Life is charred to its kernel, Memory – knife through heart. Ilya Shambat
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