Fragment Six
Here in, discover the words of Sixth, find truth, which be hidden in the words of that come next to the Chianthator.
Here in an is eon within, an epoch begins, unraveled becomes once more the first words that began worlds.
Twilight and the Twisting skein, twin gates of the same tradition, the labyrinthine words the secret flame.
The Sun's light shall be feasted up by the vipers, lie about but light doesn't find the closed grave.
Six garments drape the suppositions of man.
Nine to strip bare, and speak of nakedness.
Preceeded only in simple words, terms for all others be enemies and wills bend to confuse.
Nine formulas, the paths that lead to the heavens, the sixth be violence, one learned here in by studying these words.
The father be the turning machine, silent words whirling spoke from the mouth at his center. His mystery an invitation to elaborate further.
The mother active, gaping, the yawning holiness, the abyss she hold in her at the center, fulfilling her need, holiest of those be reclaiming her days.
The son be the self, speak the name, name of the self, by three in one, ninefold complete, six of three be violent flesh, glorious and sympathetic, the rest come after, but with boarders, find limitations, utmost perfections gold gleaming of this world and its others, take hold the sword, seize the symbols, cut from them truths violent value, hold these close speak not of this possession, let them be the paling, darkness within the light.
Amongst these philosophies, the sixth using nothing, but hold disbelief, disgarding all things but the violent cutting.
For by the sword remain sensible
For by words alone find only death upon dying, to cease the turning
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Until the end of the days, find the self, protector and sword, the arm that wields the words, cutting from the ninefold, the number 999999999.
Within the grave, the savage, lay that flesh removed violently from the self, look upon that which is rot, see what is wrought
Descending below, above is the challenge, bathe within the dragon’s fire, breath in the essence of his majesty, fill full that breathe as kindling to the inferno.
Through the self be desire, unlike those that borne your name before.
Nine are the ways of walking, from enigma to enemy to teacher.
Twilight and the labyrinthine words being the principles of the universal plot, that which is begetting, which is creation, the Twisting Skein making it all an artwork
For by the sword, be first
For by the word, be death
Be there splendor in the name, when it is said true.
Three folded ninefold, three be nine, three before born again anew, tested and tested against til proper tendencies be that which arise, becoming something more.
There is worlds sleeping, you must guard against it.
For by the sword, be it dual nature.
For by the word, be it life
For by the sword be it preceded by sighs
For by the word be it preceded by fangs
Speak the words of the ending, the nine syllables, spoken be the gift, nine within nine speak until mystery comes.
