OF THE ANTICHRIST AND PRINCE VOLGELFRIE, THE HERO THAT IS A VILLAN
purely artistic and anti-christian, what to call it ? As a philologist and a man of words i baptized it, not without taking some liberty—for who would claim to know the rightful name of the antichrist ?—in the name of the greek god: I called it Dionysian…
—nietzsche
no one is more hated than he who speaks the truth…
Plato…
we can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragidy of life is when men are afraid of the light.
Plato…
I am the lucifer ! the blazing star of light which all men hate…
those who however adore me are gods !
Azlan… Neo-prometheus…
all will look at me with astonishment for what i speak, but when the day breaks you will understand what i speak…
all will gauque at me and say look at this man this being of horror, that god has made a spectical of him before the nations, they will not realize i am the man of sorrows !
all will look to my words with disbelief, unknowingly awere that this is precicely what i inspire !
soon the world will be amazed, first though they will be disturbed…
the anti-christ, he who is anti christion, not agianst the awakening…
what is this new discrimination between bleiver and seer, the believer believes what he is told and the seer creates his own ethics, one recieves the other bestowes and truely one canno give without believing , but to give from within is the most ineffable well belief in ones self.
and so i am messiah ibn dajjal , the lying messiah who speaks the truth, from whence did not truth come but lies? creation from nothingness, order from chaos, thus do i not religate and conquer all things when i say “twilight” ?
Isa, Isa where has he gone ? setting in the east awaiting my dawn !
dionysus or ( antichrist ) and what is meant by this is the dialectical shift and self overcoming, of christ by his opposite nature , from appolonian to dionysian , in his wake he heralds a new dioty the Eos and diotelos the overman and “god” . truly this overcoming is anti-christian.
I am a paradox and an atrocity, the tragic afirmation of life ! ( Dionysus )
this is an atack on nihilism, ( self negateing values ) paradoxes or oximorans, when i say I am a paradox, i speak of my self as and act of destruction, a hammer or a stone creating as i destroy. crashing down the towering colossus.
truly I Osiris am the goat of Mendes, herald of the goat song ( tragedy ) and I Azazel of blame.
a hero is a person who thinks for himself, and does the right action even when it is not popular. therefore a hero is not popular.
the presence of knowledge in the face of ignorance will always yield adversity !
for he who is born of the abyss what better name should we call him but the witness of existence !
to forgive one recognizes the defects and or faults of another, and shows mercy or pity. it is an act of elivation where one finds themselves above the flaw of the enimy and the best revenge.
to quote nietzsche , ( third part thus spoke zarathustura)
you look up when you feel the need for elivation, and I look down because I am elivated, who among you can laugh and be elivated at the same time ? who ever climbs highest mountians laughs at all tragic plays and tragic seariousness.
the aslan…
what is the logos but the keeper of insight who gazes into the Eosphorus, he is the mesanger of both death and life.
why you ask am i anti-christ , i speak to you as such I HAVE NEVER BID MY WORSHIP !!! the christ the achronyme sotor savior , a figment of christianity and a manifestation of the idol of god a mantel piece for satanael, a coping mechognism for people to evade acountability and the ownership of there fate. tho shift onto others and condem, there other , there niebore for what they do themselves i.e. “worship” and they say in there wickedness “false god” where has anyone ever been more far from the truth, more hypocrytical more false but when they worshiped there god .
you say he is anointed he will save us from our selfves, i say it is our humanity that anoints us and sets our destiny towards godhood . what should we call this anointing it is surely not with sweet lavender, but the fat of the crochadile the oil that burns this anointing the scurge of the dragon, truly hear we wrestle death, it is the nectar of eden that set this goal in motion, and the flowers of life that see it through fruition the monad of nonjudgment .
why i say i am anti-christ ? I AM AGAINST CHRIST the worship of the savior, when infact man should save himself and thus find his worship and reverence, his self.
what had jesus been but the pacification of the sheep the sower of love and selflessness a lamb of sacrifice it is true of this bodisatvah too that he was the founder of non-judgment the first amroralist
in the west to this i pay a great homage only superceded by the buddha in the east.
what says dionysus the sheep have grown horns the agitant of lunacy, the awakener of the I self, he who rallies the gods against the god. here now stands the lion of thou wilt the thelama of power the dragon to be dispatched.
it is this tendency of religious judgment that has kept mankind at war and genecide for millennia , my words may seem to you war like but it is my oath they engender peace.
TO ADDRESS THE HEROIC IN MAN..
this criminality and this terror inspirer he who dispels angst ..what has he said to inspire such things?
what is it to be one with god , one god , and more so to be god. is not being god ?
what i speak is simply as such, i believe each person creats there own reality, this too is why i believe each person is there own god…
what is heroic what is praised by the herd the leviathan its god this hero is it not forever precient and clear to these profits of fatilism that what is virtueous and rare must be the enimy of there standard to this hero we must supose a superhero and a heratic a villan a criminal and terrorist for he will inspire there deepest fears the truth they have hidden under the lies of there heart , I tell you i have come to set fire to the world he who speaks in the desert has warned us that the kingdom of god is coming I’m telling you its to late I am hear the kingdom of god is hear so speaks the I am that baptizes all with the fire of awareness awaken to the beast lest is not consume you take my word and my wine, I have come to baptizes everyone in fire.
this fear i speak of is the existencial angst of accountability, so speaks the volgolfrie i am a criminal a heritic and a terrorist as i inspire the fear of the lord the presupposition and cost of freedom existencial angst I am an enimy of the state.
this fire is the fire of gnosis it is a conciousness and a revolution that is the blaze i tend
( understand the fear that is to be inspired it is the fear of god the fear of one who has no aquaintence with justice the type who holds no humility before inocence.) to this animal does the adjuicator weigh his vengence. by the hand of adonis.)
to be superheros and villans to be rebells and awakened is to exist by the power of love that ego may be used to protect the inocent but that the will to life once touched by light is love not power let us not lead the way by wrath but be dicerners of good and evil. by the fires ( fruit ) of eden let us return to the garden.
this choice layed before us the ax or the cross, where we find the ax we must confront our past where we find a cross we must plant new trees
the violence of the world is like the ax when we pick it up let us lay it aside we find in its place trees with rotten fruit such things are good for the intoxication of the empathy of the god , but what of he who worships the honey of self without our the reasoning mind govern it. such is the dragon of hatred and war will it not consume you from within ? , but what do i say of the fire of burning trees new futures new temples where we may grow the fruits of gnosis casting light upon our fears of yesterday that the fantom serpent we slay be our shadow of yesterdays lore
a parabol to tomarows mountain to be climbed.
TO QUOTE THE GOD GAULT : I WILL STOP THE MOTER OF THE WORLD
every world leader has promised, deliverence , i will leave desolation
i have cast a fire opon the world , and look , I am garding it until it blazes “ the gospel of tomas”
these are the fires of rejuvination the fire in the field that burns the sick vine these are the fires of the pheonix the fire that will consume the tower of babel and leave behind a mountian that touches the sun
hear in this garden this mountian this pillar surrounded by eleven trees and our future will rise and dawn upon us to the east the time of peace the final pillar , the final tree , agape ( or thelama ?) the amoral..the lawless. as it has been siad love is the law let it be seen the fullfillment of the law it the abolition of its objective arbitrator the judge of anubis has been put to the guillotine, christ has seized his scale no more beurocracy of judgment and judges only the divine judge , that which judges none, anarchy i say , not burocracy anarchy not monarchy . the god is within for you the outcast the great amun is within.
“ you must be ready to burn in your own flame how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes.” nietzsche..
what do i mean when i say I wil stop the moter of the world? that i will halt the philosophys of history so a new future and a new world may be born a new philosophy, one that is a poly-infinate of virtue based on a single drive .
TO QUOTE THE LAST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST
i m hear to set fire to the world , in the deasert the baptist warned us god is coming, well I am telling you its to late , he’s already hear i am hear
and I am going to baptise every body with fire !
there is a new flood coming, a flood of fire…
the war i bring is that of the spirit and my fire that of the soul. (what is this fire i speak of the fire of gnosis the fire of awakening the fear of the absolute that must be overcome to know truth, while fires burn visably in the world transforming in violence so to will fires of awereness conqure the veil ( dark flame ) of ignorence growing a new world in the light and from the ashes of these dark flames may the pheonix arise the great arbitrator of good and evil tredding the prism of truth)
there was once the pharasea heare me he did not die out but became the the priest policeman and emperor ( king ) he speaks of secret societys to secure the delicacy of power that only few should know its privalage , and what if this is the case who has enshured entitlement that they should be so ! we have inherated a socioty where virtue has been crucified upsidown virtue on its head, and with out one. remember my parabole ( that the well have been made sick so that the sick may appear well ! ) it is the flock that teaches equality and the goat who wanders mountain passes , the flock who eats the grass of the earth ( the fruit of faith / pistis ) and the lion that eats fresh flesh of boar for the kings crown sits upon his carcass a monument for all tyrant to gaze upon, for all tyranny to see . ours is the culture of the dimond in the rough the individual chisleing to the surface a god and pinicle apexing the mountain and like the phenix flying onto the sun. for we are the the dandylion and the apolytrosis .
it is the confrontation of the pharisea, that will displace those who have acrewed power by concealing the truth , my goal that of Amun to flip the scales of the chandala
not so that all should be made equil , but that there should be equil opertunity for all. to sharpen the razors edge of the speacies the tightrope of the overman to embolden the evolution of man.
if the great purge ( the great war ) is not brought fourth we will never know peace, and one tyrant will simply be replaced with another.
the arbitrator this new prosicutor is the harbenger of the twilight the eosphorus of the dawn and the dusk of the idol , for the war of christ is an ax to the old tree, that idol of god.
I have a flock he says ( says the lion ) they are like goats, they wander the contryside with lanturns tied around there necks setting fire to the world…
WHY THE DESTINY OF DEATH ?
in quotation of the movie “jacobs ladder”
Nietzsche:
the most spiritual men, as the strongest, find their happiness where others would find their destruction: in the laberinth, in hardness against themselves and others, in experiments. their joy is self conquest . difficult tasks are privaledges to them; to play with burdens that crush others, a recreation. they are the most venerable kind of man: that does not preclude there being the most cheerful and kindliest.
Azlan : are they too not the most volnerable and most honest…
nietzsche :
you must be ready to burn in your own flame. how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes !
If all that is in hell that burns is ones attachment to the world, your demons may become your angels freeing you of this life and world..
it is the ladder of life and death , the beast and the divine, what leads to heaven and hell simultainiously…it is a struggle every man must face,,
for one to conqure death, that is to bring heaven to earth, they must swallow the abyss, bringing joy to heaven as the berror of all terror..this has always been the agony of christ killed by the the ones he loves as he berrors to them the light…. and with it there ignarance on his back that of the ignorance of the world embodied in the tree of knowledge…
i have said i am at war with this world and the god of this world , have i made my self clear I am an anarchist the world i clear away is the old one what i bring is the world to come the god i dispise is and idol, if violence is done to this planet ask yourself this is it because you have taken to heart what i teach in this book or that you follow another. my war is agianst war and the idol of god and bit of slavery, for this reason i am to Michael .(the prince of peace)
i have said hear I am a terrorist , do not confuse me you do not have to believe me you do not have to accept the light of my fire , I am a terrorist an eturnal enimy of the state,( what is my word to you , but a great nausea ! to those i have been sent down for hear my name, fear and trembleing is my name…to the state, kingdom priest and pope all these things are born of the malignant pregnancy the idol of god. I divorce my self from authority in all its forms. see my intention clearly I berror the angst of freedom. all that remians is your choice. sieze the helm of your vessle and through away your fear ! become as i , a gadfly and awakener ! ( such is the bodisatvah)
what of this tyrant of reason has he not been the preacher of death , the great destructor Apollo, this self overcoming god through the instincts of creation is not art justified, and the self this maya of reason, throught the illusions of the mind is not the art bestowed , that the self overcoming one must master himself, and berror fourth truth , and truth subjective within illusory…is this not its ultimate reality. made palpable by reason, the master of lordship…
between the two in the third in the female in the ninth lay the cube of the all, in wisdom is not the world made real…
TO ADRESS THE NEW TERRORIST…
I am a terrorist as i will draw fourth your deepest fears and berror to you the nausea of existence—
what is the godly mans greatest fear but himself, this greatest illusion shattered, that he is god !
in simple terms what i call this, the fear of existence and accountability…
and what is the goal of this new terrorist to shatter the grip of this ancient dragon and his age old theocracy.
what is the difference between our political leaders and there government and the gods ? do we not allow them to make decisions for us ? do they hear our prayers when we vote, and our sacrifices ? do we not pay our taxes through the sweat of our brow and blood of our obeadiance, have we not made gods of these men ? are they not our rulers ?
the hidden hand is the noemenal ego the abstract self that distributes the wealth in justice, there is no monarch or head of such a system, to create one is an anathema of its nature, it is purely libertarian and anarchistic !
the head of human government lies in man, and is self governing !
KMFDM “STRAY BULLET” :
i am your holy totem , i am your sick taboo, radical and radiant I’m your nightmare comming true, i am your worst enimy i am your dearest friend, malignantly malevolent, i am of divine decent.
I am you apocholyps I am your belief unwrought monolithic jugernaught, I’m the illigitament son of god !
stray bullet , from the barroel of love , stray bullet from the heavens of love, stray bullet , ready or not i’m the illegitament son of god.
i have come to rock your world i have come to shake your faith, anathemic anarchist , i have come to take my place.
i am your apochalypse , iam your beliefe unwrought , monolythic juggernaught , i’m the illagitament son of god.
This anti-christ, Michael…
for my self i live, and for this all men call me heratic and antichrist , have they not forgotten the commandmenrt of mosus at sienie the commandment to exist, have you not forgotten the truth ?
The goethic witches of the time of the inquisition were a satanic response reveling in the shadow side of Christianity a dialectical response to the pope’s tyranny, I guess that is why I have always been a goth and the new black pope the Neo-Prometheus though I do not adorate satan. Truly though I say I am a response to this dialectic.
TO THE MAN OF THE ABYSS…Damu Zi Abzu
that the animal deciferer he says his good and evil, the man and overman has truly gone beyond this, and thus is called a god. in contradiction to this morality and deadly ignorance !
what is spoken of here is the self overcoming, the overcoming of the ego
in defiance of the demiurge we all must defy his plan, we must make our own , we must craft our destiny …
this zues tree, sprung from the unfathomable the botomless pit what is infinate, what man can fathom this ? and so is my name the name of the non, what i bestow to you truth and existence
do you not hear me , i am the well of eturnity, the depth of the abyss, black and smoldering like a lake of fire, and the fire of sothis and from me rises the sun, deepened in chaos sows the freedom of chance !
as hell has been my inheritance i rather make the science of joy ! as i defy my teleology…
look he is coming with the clouds , and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him; and all the peoples on the earth will morn because of him..
my wisdom has long accumulated like a cloud, it becomes stiller and darker. so does all wisdom which shall one day bear lightnings—
To these men of today i will not be light , nor called the light. them—i will blind : lightining of my wisdom ! put out there eyes !
as the serpent of typhon eats the earth let the eagle of melchizidek sit under the moon of heaven wisdom rest upon her heart, the mind of god his name “logos” the wisdom of the goddess her name sophia !
when the gnostics have called me Samael in lue of there own savior it will be known I am the blind god, who sees. and this world will call me Da-jaal, as i am —
“the god of disbelief” ( that none should believe in me ! )
—Z. O. T. L.
behold, i am a herald of the lighting, and a heavy drop out of the cloud: the lighting however is the ubermench .
TO ADDRESS THE NEO PROMETHEUS AND THE PREDISESOR THERE OF…
alas in the begining of things my name was the bright morning, and then did i not reach my noon and all sat still in the summer garden, now the evening aproaches and the name as seen is hillel ben Shalem…
the reason lucifer comes as the testor of human souls i.e.
Prometheus the god of for-sight ( the future) lies in the unknown , only man himself can define and fordge his own future, thus passing this test, and that of meaning, this new man he is the offspring of the unshakable race, and its prophecy, that the prophecy of the unseen future , this the man made god or god-man, once coined as the superman.
amidst these thoughts my own soul called out and spoke to me !
because you are the hidden god Michael, because you are the anti-christ who shines like the sun…for this reason you are hated amounge men, and again i heard a herald speak “dont expect me to cry for all the reasons you have to die !” this to rob man of all power and acountability, rather than to bestow such things , and so my pondery stoped and my voice proclaimed !
it is a dark night no star not even did the moon shine , it is good we have a light that shines from within…
and this was the meaning of these words, the riddle of this new poem and forsight…
is not the new lucifer and neo-prometheus the god of the new forsight, man made acountable for himself… the surpasser of such tests
nirvana is embodied in the overcoming of the self, or the self overcoming but this is a perpetual and ongoing prosses of creation, and act of “flux” embodied in the khepri of the ishtar, what is achieved as revelation of freedom in nirvana or being “blown out” is intermident and but a pause or a tabula rasa, in introspection inwhich one looks within to re-light the lantern of dawn, it is the reason of accountablility, that perchases the death of passion and gives fire back tot he heart , this is my mesage and my gift that of fire the fire of acountability, that lends creedence to freedom without this one is an empty vessle blown out and without self or soul, have i not told you i berror to you a new law and bring back and old flame , am i not lucifer do i not bid you light.
it has been said in the quran iblis was born of fire, i too have forged my own desires and erected a human flame !
is not god desire and thought my otherness, have i not mastered my self, i have perfected the goals of my youth, as i have mastered pain, in the path of my own adversity i sustain harm, and forge a new sence of health…
this smoldering sun steeped in radiance blistering like a thousand furnaces , to the wise is it not the honey of life and the ignorant a pillar of fire !