Take heed and listen to my words for the time has come.
She said, “I am the only path to heaven. I am the only God and there is no other. All who come to me shall be saved.”
Then She took off Her clothes and sat naked upon Her Lion Throne. She had flowers in Her hair and a flame was above Her head.
“put your bible down.” She said.
My love. My beautiful, wicked love. Throw your thunder my way. Stomp on me. Put me out. Carry my head on a stick. Make me yours forever.
“And I got down on my knees when I thought of you and I bowed my head to the ground when I heard your name. And I crawled to where you are, prostrating with my face in the dirt for the blessing of seeing your divine body. I bring you flowers that will never die. I bring you my tears to quench your thirst. I bring you my body to use as your own. I bring you my hands carrying your every desire.
I bring you my heart to eat. I will wash your feet in the blood of my heart. Make me yours. Consume my every thought that would separate me from you. Peel back my skin and look at who I am without you.
I am nothing without you.
You gave me life and so I give you my life. I bow with my forsaken head at your feet. Forgive me.
Take me. Make me your slave forever. I writhe in ecstasy in servitude to you. I bury your holy feet in roses. I cover your sacred body in tears. I bleed my life into you that I might course through your hungry veins.
You are the light that forever shines upon me and I love you. You are the black diamond eater. You are the soul slayer. You are the dark moon.
My Isis Of The Midnight Sun
You are my curse and I am addicted to your wrathful dancing. I am sorry I gave you no horse to ride, my wild and forgetful lady, will you remember me tomorrow?
You are my worst nightmare and I twist blissfully in the satisfaction of your gaze. Take me to where you are. Never leave me. My bones I will break if it makes you smile. Smile at me like the rising sun upon the cold death of the nights before I knew you. I bow to you and I beg that you would touch me one more time.
Touch me. Touch my pain.
I have no other God but you. I have no other eyes but you. Your soft lips are my savior and your sweet breath is my food. Suck out my soul and eat me alive. I was born to be yours and there will never be another. Flowers and tears and I’m heartless without you.
Summer angel of the rising morning take me under your soft and fragrant wings. Take me into your sunlit eyes. Take me into your open mouth. Take me into your radiant heat. Take me into your life and your mercy forever.
I bow and I forget who I am. I bow and I forget everything -and I smell the roses- and I taste the tears -and I don’t know who I am without you.
Touch me again and again. Touch me everywhere that hurts. Put your hands upon me. Put your hands through me. Put your hands inside of me and carry me home.
I love you and I’m speechless. I love you and I’m nameless. I love you and I’m useless if you don’t love me back. Take me. Forgive me. Make me a man.”
So this is what I’ve been trying to say. There is no one else. There is no other God but the life that’s in your face screaming. Or the life that just ignores you. Or the life that simply wrote you off.
The answer isn’t hard to find if you’re not an idiot.
Get down on your knees and pray. Forget about Jesus. Forget about yourself.
“SHE is the way, the truth and the life. No one gets to God except through Her.”
Jesus knows I’m right and you will too when you listen to me and do what I say.
I am revealing to you the secret teachings of tantra in such an easy way, you will be sure to miss it. I’ve been doing it all along. Little bread crumbs dropping in a trail- leading you straight to me -so I could slaughter you -and you could start again -and maybe get it right this time.
Everyone is wrong because they’re not listening to how angry Her silence can be. Everyone is wrong if they think she is a servant to the highest.
She IS the highest.
And in that most perfect moment that you stop being a dumb fuck (like literally) YOU will also be the highest- but at the moment, since you are still so unsure of yourself -you try to keep her down- so you’re coming in pretty low…
And She’ll keep withholding your life from you. You won’t know the way or the truth. You’ll only know an empty bed with a cold pillow next to yours. Since let’s face it, you’re in this- and you’re not a monk-(don’t even try) and it’s just not happening- why can’t you admit you’ve got some serious intimacy issues -and hiding behind your fantasy of some God out there- won’t solve anything -and you’re certainly not getting enlightened.
You need her stamp of approval upon you in more ways than one.
YOU are the one NOT going to God you fool.
GO TO HER.
The Goddess adorned in feathers and moonlight can take you high -deep into the night where no other man has been (unless he too is still as stupid as you)
So I’m telling you how to have it all. It’s the holy scripture of Her disappearing feet. I am walking backwards right into you for a reason. I’m telling you because you’re the one who has to be the One. She always knows if you’re listening and She has mysterious ways of speaking the twilight language of the gods and seers.
I’m not kidding. I’ve got a crystal ball and I see you in it and you should do what I say because,
She is the only path to heaven.
She said, “I am the One and besides me, there are no other gods. I have given you life and yet you do not know me.”
Time to set the record straight on who really died for you and get down on your knees and
pray for Her Kiss. Time to beg Her to show you
the man you could really be- because it’s actually up to Her and not you. You don’t understand Her dance at all. The dance in the dark that you keep avoiding because you’re a little boy -and it’s a mounting task.
It’s a mounting task. That’s the big secret I just pulled out of your pants.
Get it straight -and also have some respect and devotion.
Get it straight and enter the pearly gates of the golden goddess.
Otherwise, there is no god.