Ain is within the Kabbalah the concept of Nothingness from which everything emanates. It was first brought forth by Sephardi Jews during 12th century under the influence of neoplatonism and sufi mysticism. The concept is well mystified by the rabbis and learned men since then under the claims of being ungraspable. Ain is everything and nothing, the great in the small, both macro- and microcosm, neither active nor passive and so on. Those versed in the jargon of mysticism can relate better to these definitions of Ain, but those new to mysticism will have many questions regarding the nature and properties of Ain. In this text I will try an apophatic approach to Ain in hopes to shed some light on it.
21.5.11
The concept of Ain and the grasping of it
Ain is within the Kabbalah the concept of Nothingness from which everything emanates. It was first brought forth by Sephardi Jews during 12th century under the influence of neoplatonism and sufi mysticism. The concept is well mystified by the rabbis and learned men since then under the claims of being ungraspable. Ain is everything and nothing, the great in the small, both macro- and microcosm, neither active nor passive and so on. Those versed in the jargon of mysticism can relate better to these definitions of Ain, but those new to mysticism will have many questions regarding the nature and properties of Ain. In this text I will try an apophatic approach to Ain in hopes to shed some light on it.
25.11.10
R.I.P. Peter "Sleazy" Christopherson
24.11.10
Anhedonian Covenant
There is a necessity for knowledge
Which plunges us deeper into the maze,
And thus we walk astray
Plagued by hunger and of thirst
With just our tears and sweat to silence them.
Our bread is made from bitter soil
And rays of sun like acid burns our flesh,
Like poisoned arrows pierce our souls,
But still we progress further into madness.
The baseness of our selves,
Divided into incongruous hypostasis
Serves but little to affirm the iniquity
To which we submit each step we take,
Each world we set in flames
And hide among its ashes.
Lo! I block the streams that you created
So I may create Tehôm out of your existence.
What you require of me is more than I can bare
And though you spread your legs
And grin like a frivolous whore
I'm overwhelmed by perdition's breath
That sweeps through me like a storm.
I am thus whole when I am empty,
Holy when I'm cursed,
Caught in a maelstrom of illusion
From which I struggle to be free.
21.9.10
O Rubor Sanguinis
And cross the threshold
To the very edge
Of your humanity.
What once was yours
You must get rid of
Take the plunge and swim
Then rise above debris.
You thought made you weak
And build a grand cathedral
From your tears.
You are the secret gardner
In a place nearby,
A place sometimes called Eden
Sometimes sweet, sometimes vile.
A voice behind you whispers:
"Your time has come."
24.8.10
Joie de vivre
17.7.10
Bury Me Deep
9.7.10
The divine is in thy self
11.5.10
Apotheosis of The Heart
There is a place which no one knows, a certain place where no one goes where you are alone into the great Unknown. You swim through endless seas of negative light, wade through troubled waters just to reach the sight of something with a purpose, something with a better view, where there is no iniquity, where everything is new. I am the engineer of your soul, the mastermind with blueprints dressed in codes, signs and fashion catalogs. I pour myself from right to left, downwards to the very edge of quantic disproportions and hallucinogenic lies.
I am not the averse state of bliss you try to make me be, nor am I shelled beyond and trapped like you by trans-organic entities. My light is full and in extension, it encompasses both all and nothing. I am both positive and negative tetralemma and my very essence defies all laws of logic and of reason. I am both murderer and victim, divine lamb and infernal butcher. I am not your crutch or other kind of traveling commodity. I am not only the parts which you choose to see. I am both static and dynamic; I am free. Yes I love you boundlessly, but also hate you enormously and I cannot stay much longer just to see you get more closed, losing your form and giving into the transparency of self-deceit. Á dieu!
To Augustine of Hippo, the latent theosexual saint.
10.5.10
Are You Free?
Forms white waves on celluloid
And peels the crust off your heart.
You speak of synchronicities,
Vague post-coitus interpretations
Where there are no coincidences.
You zoomorph each time I touch you
And generate a certain glow
Of bestial-angelic cyclic madness.
Do you know where you are?
Do you know why you are where you are?
Does the back of the medal give you a rash?
Does it hurt that you can't see it neither?
The other side of the moon;
Do you shiver?
Speak in tongues so I can understand
Where's the order
In the chaos of your mind?
Doesn't it scare you to see
Strange glyphs and letters
Forming when you breathe?
You believe you can break and dissolve
The third law of motion
And demolish cornerstones.
You address all your thoughts
To the spheres above
And the neurons below.
But do you believe you can be
More than a particle
3.5.10
Ontologisk utopi
Vid fötterna av berg Zion
Och jag mår elva gånger värre
Av nervcellernas brist på värme.
Under en sjukhusbrits
Hörs skalens skrik
Och jag försöker komma åt
Ett stege att kliva upp på.
En astral projektion
Där kvantfysiken äger rum,
Och jag är bakom dimridån
Och speglar min själ inifrån.
Ibland delar jag mig i två
Men oftast aldrig mer än så
Och alltid återvänder
Till riddarn Newtons regler.
En astral injektion
Och jag är pånyttfödd
Jag drunknar i negativt ljus
Medan mitt hjärta pumpar blod.
Jag skiftar tunnlar snabbt
Det finns varken rum och fart
Och tiden den står still
För jag är alpha, jag är nihil.