Via Tortuosa

The perfected will of the sojourner of the serpents path

is the will of Lucifer crowned, triumphant. It is the

fulgurous diamond resplendent above the crowns of gods.

Rapt in the burning catharsis of this enigma, feed all

fears and desires to the flames of a rising conflagration

of the soul, in a rite of self-immolation, a sacrament of

cleansing fire. The flesh is the furnace of sacrifice

that bathes the dark of the abyss in brilliant

illumination so that one may behold the very face of the

Devil who in turn is God, who in turn is “I”, engendered

by naught but the radiance of the Absolute. Through the

successions of descending chambers, chase the shadow of

thy deific self through the sins of innumerable

trespasses. Pit thyself against the Black. Let all

violations be devoid of revulsion and adoration that they

may conquer and seal the quintessence of their elemental

forces within the “I”. The evocation and possession of

all transgressions, sins and passions is a means to claim

the Serpents tongue ones own, with which one might

proclaim “I am!” in fulmination before all pantheons. The

naked will of the perfected sorcerer is the anathema of

god, for the nimbus of immutable being engulfs all

divinities like a radiant inferno casting a deathly

shadow across the face of the world.