La Generacion del Atardecer Presenta: The Genius of the heart, críptica comunicación recibida en el Templo de Agata, por l@s Ménades.
-Stronger, more evil, and more profound; also more beautiful-
Holy Communion!
Richard Galliano – Alee Des Brouillard
The multitude of sapients made spirals of desire and worshiped one another, there was no “I” in the temple, which consisted of many torches surrounding a circular setting of large standing boulders. In the centre of the roofless structure lay the Locutus of the Maenads. Its half naked body covered in psychoactive stews, forgetting itself in order to remember, riveting in pleasure and destruction. Its eyes lost in frenzy; within the most dense and phantasmagorical complex of them all. Everyone dwelling in madness and courage, eating themselves away, they all listened to the voice, the communication oozing from their insides:
“And I say unto you, we must wipe the heavens clean and even hell for that matter. To become wholesome, more full in emptiness. Not Modern or just Evolved. To joyfully seek, to let go of tired moods that manifest from all that is dogma, which by itself is far too unclean and must be dealt with gloves on. To seek the venom and dip in a golden stew, until it becomes music for those who restlessly climb Alps and throw themselves to the world taking everything they can in. What do I love? The transparent eye, for it is not splattered with otherworldly debris or predisposed rubbish that will surely derail the hunt. Comrades, Heretics, unorthodox critters, Divine intellects of passions, accompany me! Let us inquire about what hitherto was labeled as the good life, as the attainable!
To transcend into the depths: Abyss. One should have able psy-muscles, a fertile and receptive mind to go with it. To go around looking for that agitated calmness one must be a joker and laugh in a weeping manner. In such a way one can sweat out the unhealthy tendencies of culture, the bad jokes (or perhaps good jokes for a reduced understanding of perception). Once these distinctions have been blessed and manifested, the fields gloom in spirals, with dark and light figures that seem to transgress one another. Into this voyage that one who utters “I am” merely must rely on complex intuitions, savoring the cherry, the rum, the sweat and the blood stew; becoming efficient and terrifying. Some tutor their instincts to be naïve and vile, that will only bring them into a doctrinaire view of the ever falling atom. Abandon the resolve of the “know” in the antagonistic playground, for someone might need it and encounter a tunnel in which to launch away.
Then burn these words from you mind.
A companion? A loud companion or a shy one? I say bring someone who understands destruction, who flies into the oblivion, not ashamed of the rush that eliminating brings along. That Comrade shall not get attached and will kindly offer assistance if one is lost in a sick pleasure. This passenger must be a driver, and when a driver a passenger. Such an organism ought not be afraid of a long trip into the cosmos, ripping apart dark matter and nails from the flesh. An eagle-like vision of high standards. Because unfortunate shall be the wind with a poor sighted mosquito. A wolf not afraid to search and roam among unfamiliar territory.
In voyages lay the stairway to the universe. Untouchables they will be, Oh playful streams of fluorescent twilight! How they rejoice in a serious manner; how they bring clarity into the temples. Blessed be the travelers, the others, the pilgrims that no moral, holiness or God creature can taint! I celebrate the seekers. Go, create chaos in order to create order!”
“…man is to my mind an agreeable, courageous, inventive animal that has no equal on earth; it finds its way in any labyrinth. I am well disposed towards him: I often reflect how I might yet advance him and make him stronger, more evil, and more profound than he is… also more beautiful”
