Regard not them that have familiar spirits, neither seek after wizards, to be defiled by them: I am the Lord your God.
—Lev 19:311
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By ‘Christ’ I often meant not the historical figure of Jesus, but a cosmic principle of unconditional love which actively seeks to help all of us.
—Bloom2
I • Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudæorum י
A lover witnessed by all the others
whose names I refuse to utter,
to write of it would be total
betrayal, yes, annihilate until
its kohl’d ashes whistle with hell’s howl this
quiet love’s riotous end, hot
innocence of one’s most wanted,
wanton, hidden affection lambasted,
headed nowhere fast, abrupt gestures of
fist and thrust spelling out hard its
dark magic so that its power
passes from our fingertips to strangers’
ears, blasted aloud by crass lips with wide-
smiling, hissing broadcasts of such
envious mouths black tongues tincture
N • Igni Natura Renovata Integra נ
ill then, no longer powerful at all,
what we feel falls limp, deadened by its damned
development desire quickened,
silenced since a magician’s just
a pathetic, miserable, little
heretic who trusts in Christ, sins, repents,
ascends, and slips yet again, struts
unapologetic, repeats
the epic process across a twisting,
sinewy variety of primal
obscenities marked by blades of
necessary transgressions traced
in primitive circles on the ground, at
war within, protecting the world from what
wants to happen, evocation
R • Intra Nobis Regnum Iesus ר
of spirited, ancestral, pent-
up aggression against creation hate
manifesting art’s heated spark in this
crucible heart of a Gnostic
disciple of the world-shaping
constellation of which his own star is
but one part, force at once confident and
concerned knowing that without him,
it all dissolves, sick in his love,
vanity before the unadorned Lord
garmented in the skin of every
named thing shames those sacred words to
scars, vampirizes another’s
grace for its own sake, mistakes weakness for
beaten flesh feasted on by demons as
I • Isis Naturæ Regina Ineffabilis י
blessed and sated, brave sorcerous
worker of things miraculous
and scandalous, great soldier of engorged
stories wounding modesty telling you
everything I could never
say before, famed, I am my own
amoral example, vain fabulist
Caining Abel, confessing things I could
never save you from, baby, these
insidious enemies of
ours filling up the emptiness of my
wintry inner-Self, I am the battle-
field your breath crawls across, haunted,
we could be sinners in sequence,
delinquent and devious, one secret.
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1“The Third Book of Moses, Called Leviticus”, [Chapter] 19[, Verse] 31, in “The Old Testament” of Holy Bible: King James Version, published at Grand Rapids, Michigan by Zondervan in 2007; page 81.
2William Bloom, “17 April[, 1972]”, in “The First Two Months” of The Sacred Magician: A Ceremonial Diary, published at Glastonbury, Somerset by Gothic Image Publications in 1992; page 62.