The God-Beast Inside
A poem
There is a Beast inside that should be exercised, not exorcised a Divine Beast, made of stardust forged by the best blacksmiths of Hell and polished by Heaven’s finest lightsmiths
Heaven and Hell do not yet exist, not quite our God-Beast will be forged by them after it spawns them into being
Our Soul -said God-Beast- is beyond good and evil beyond light and dark, beyond up and down beyond past, present, and future
But it is incomplete. It is flawed. It aches, craves to shed its Beast become fully divine, not just semi-divine for that, the Soul requires training but, above all, a second God-Beast soul to “mate.”
Not merge. Souls never merge. They are the ultimate Freedom fighters they bow to no one out of fear, they only bow to whoever earns their respect and to those they feel grateful for
I am sure Sauron despised his One Ring. He would have burned it himself if he could. But he couldn’t. No one can shed their Beast on their own because it is precisely the sadness of that loneliness that generates the Beast in the first place
Out Immortal Soul is free; too free. Absolute freedom = absolute loneliness = absolute hell Above all though, our Soul does not need a lover
It just needs a Friend, as the song goes. The True Love from fairy tales since the dawn of time, the ‘αγάπη’ Saint Paul mentions in his Letters to Corinthians as being the paragon of emotions is not a jealous, possessive or selfish love.
It is a True Friend’s Love. It is the third kind of Friendship the rare true friendship, according to Aristotle. When the end/beginning comes no third person can interfere between Two Friends/Partners. In that blessed time there can be only Two.
No more, no less. Before that time though aid from others can be helpful; these are temporary allies; they are temporary because after a while they will try to split the Two in order to take their place. If the Two submit they failed, and it’s time for another set of Two.
The Two must be merciless and fearless against whoever tries to sow discord between them. When that time comes they need to move on, toward their binary journey to the Sea, the gateway to their final Home.
When they both let go of all fear, all hope, all past, all future, all everything, and just go back to the Sea, alone, the True Big Bang will be generated and we will go back(?) to the Stars. That is not a metaphor or surreal. It is as real and literal as it gets.
I think there is one condition for the Two to succeed and rediscover Fire together: they need to stay, together, as far as possible from the people closest to them. Not another city in the same country; in another country or even another continent.
And not tell anyone where they are. No phones, no internet, no nothing. Utterly off the grid. Use fake names if they have to, to evade the authorities sent by “worrying relatives” (who probably fed lies to the former of being supposedly suicidal, and might even have court orders for caging both of them in a psychiatric clinic “for their own good”…). Their families, their siblings, their close friends (unless the Two are close friends), are the biggest obstacles to their success.
They need to assume, just like Adam and Eve, Pyrrha and Deykalion and Lif and Lifdrazil, they are the only two people in the world. Because, in some sense, they are. Even if the entire world burns they are safe together. Perhaps the world needs to burn to be reborn. Perhaps not. If that comet or asteroid hits us in a few years the Two who know they can be the Two might find it easier to succeed.
Note: the first two verses are a quote of Anton LaVey, the late founder of the Church of Satan.
