Greetings, O spawn of Shadows!
Let us speak of Ziel. He is a prophet of Albion, the true heir to William Blake and Aleister Crowley. Readers will know I thirst always for new spiritual experiences; new planes of thought; new visions of truth. I spoke with Ziel last week to gain the measure of this prophet’s spiritual mettle.
Ziel is surprisingly short. His head is shaven. A straggly goatee flecked with grey provides the sole ‘prophetic’ touch to his appearance. His opening gambit throws me completely: “I was going to tell you something – but I’m not sure you’re ready for it.”
Ziel is renowned for his long absences from his followers. For weeks he vanishes, retreating to secret places of meditation and self-denial. The immaculate remains of Hadrian’s Wall have often served this purpose, it is said. Ziel’s words are variously recorded. His people obscure his message, add their own interpretations – invent things, even. He is all things to all men.
I asked him how he came by his visionary prowess and spiritual insight. He answered, like the rolling of the sea:
“My gifts came after I was bitten by a spider. I was hungry and stuffed it in my mouth, legs and all. But the biter was bitten. Since then, my tongue has uttered only golden words.”
“What then do you teach?” I asked. “How best shall a man live?”
A light came into Ziel’s eyes:
“Science teaches that evolution happens between generations. But I tell you, true evolution is evolution of the soul. We are like plants growing in darkness that turn to face the light. Yes, we are, all of us.”
Ziel pointed skyward.
“Out there, someone is watching. You can become a new order of life if you desire it. Every seven years your body replaces all its cells. You are forged anew, like reconstituted iron. And as a knife can become a spoon, a spoon a girder – so men can remake yourselves: cast all your sins aside and live again.”
And there we have it, folks – pure gold. But suppose a person sought only self-evolution in Evil: what then? What then indeed – that person would find Hex-Me.com, and grow rich in darkness. Vengeance and Hate would smile upon them, enriching their lives with cosmic shadows.
Until the Harvest Moon, farewell!
Pater Theodorus
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