This Quran Part I

You must understand, it all started with a dream. A freefall in space, down to a planets’ surface, and yet further. Falling backwards down a spiral staircase. And It is here. I can feel that presence, sense the aura, coiled splendor in the darkness: 358. Serpentine redeemer. “Take ye back now Johnny Aleph, and teach what ye have learned.”

Object in the galaxy,
In their hearts; in the sand,
Psychic hope where measure grants,
Placed first into this Quran.

To bring about desired results behind his eyes, He shall take this prophethood of the conscious meat. They shall ask Him: “Who was created?” and “Where mounts the irrational?” when His sorcery transfixes them, for it is they who are symbolic. From and texts they books seek but none for His ruin, at one with a Rather, or do what thou Bruin.

Made of naught but contradiction,
Chaos sown in darkling nether,
With neither rule nor condemnation,
United Malkuth once with Kether.

Our Cacophonous Mystical Brotherhood we call Joyous Patience. Journeys together with innocent people were repeatedly thrown back to the oasis among the larger mountains. We killed a lot of prepackaged tradition with the recent psychic power, upsetting the certainty that cults and beliefs reward. What fell from clear blue landed hardly in His being.

It’s getting late my lad and lasses,
We tarry here while midnight passes,
With Joyous Patience linger we,
For we wait not for ecstasy.

Arrayed as an ironic or satirical multinational force, this inversion of the systematic weapons company model of the Universe (or carnival if you will) sought power not, nor ever aught. Anarchism put people in His gnomic conversation: prestigious universities, broad theatres: an extraterrestrial recourse of Yin. His spirit is immunity to being drawn in by the “stable and particular”.

Seven Grades of dignity,
Seven Houses for the masses,
Seven times the entered queried,

From each of them a different answer.