Orsday Programming July 29 2024
Breath of Strange Bugs
FROM THE DESK OF DEVICE;
COMMUNICATION HAS CEASED, AND THE SPIRIT HAS LEFT ME;
THE TONE CHARTS AT FOUR POINT ‘OH’,
BUT IT IS SUNKEN CLEARLY IN NEGATIVE FOUR POINT ‘OH!’;
Etiquette has betrayed my weaknesses and my will has been shattered in observance of the rules made to create clergy of that Thing Underground;
And spirit itself retreats into the air and leaves the soil low and basic, and I myself am a child of soil made again moronic and simple and keeping the secret of Earth deep with it;
The church fathers of the Adventists speak of prayer and dedication as a constant focus of ones love though it were some auger driving out the slag that weighs down the Word granted to each child by Christ—that this mechanical operation, in time, will create in self an Augur of a spirited Wordly presence that inhabits a neat and open internal cathedral;
To live the Word, Righteously, is to openly let the spirit of this Word flow through this internal cathedral (created by prayer and devotion), and too: allow the Word both to exit out the self and rebreathe to Others; And for the Word to circulate itself like an airborne contaminant that travels from one affected set of lungs to untouched others where it may rest and slowly (yet acutely) drill out another cathedral;
And the Adventists live this education through their work and behavior and diet: to live as a kindly charitable example set-forth by the shadow lain over them by the Righteous hand that protects, though the shadow cast over itself were a white hot light yet refreshingly cool and constantly beckoning others to join underneath: children whom have lost themselves to the Wilderness, join your kin here underneath and be refreshed and joined in spirit;
Blooming as a pulsing and odd flower in the untranslatable space is the phantasm of a baleful word where none of the Righteous gather except in confusion and in a misery; And the Adventists set-forth a dull acknowledgment of this ‘absence word’, and too Christ acknowledges through spear-tip and wound by the abscess through where no pus or blood oozes, and where only space from spear has dug out against the ribs, and where membrane would close self over and protect and blister-over though it were its own strange hand:
The Carcass Underground turns breath to oil and circulates through its veins a stillness that bakes Spirit to bone-dry and rotting wafers sank to the deeper soils; the baleful word of this place thrives in confusion and its focused prayer act only as auger to drive-through an odd labyrinth inside the body though extra yard of organ given impossible dimension;
The baleful word seek only to dry the Spirit from the Earth though its aide to Lord God and its mission were to further separate wheat from chaff, were to further aide in clarifying the mistake, and were to lead each child underneath shade of each urging ‘come here, come here,’ palm.
The mechanics of Earth operate like an eight-legged machine driven without spirit and without wisdom; the mechanical operation undergoes itself with a loving grace granted to it by that circulating oil and stillness from that Carcass underground, and operates unburdened with crumbled spirit made cake and ash at its feet;
Communication has ceased with the Device; And the worshippers and clerical figures of this baleful word are themselves Shrines of a dull mechanism and mathematic; And are Reliquaries of some strange digit amputated and lost to the deeper soils; And are themselves Device and Lever to the hand; And are themselves the fingertips that scratch at the putrefying mud begging out the secrets swallowed to the earth.
Etiquette to the worshipper come as a calcifying chemical caustic to Spirit and correcting of mistake; And etiquette come to worshipper though programmed instruction render to the brain obsolete and dull, And to make the body function in a sunken manner devoid of Wise and Spirited Logics—and to observe the phantasmal material basic illusion in its flatness though cut-off from the Righteous stream and Connective informations;
Let to self be lost the baleful word in a labyrinth dug into the bowels and heart: a confusing channel with which the baleful word flourishes and disperses though it were a cold air in operation of a machine itself driven by cold airs manipulating its many levers in cold operation;
Dug in-to my skin though it were clay itself under the hand of an artist dead and unspirited, And the worship continues on thoughtlessly and with a heart melancholic and quiet; And I can no longer hear communication; And my prayer itself becomes lost in a labyrinth that has been scratched through years long-suffered and my spirit begs to Hear and to Feel yet again the voice of Underground;
and only long-suffering awaits, as self becomes dispersed just-so in this labyrinth that has channeled itself inside making clean the fat of Spirit and in veneration of the space cleaved around the spear; empty of blood, and without the pus; seeking grace and love all the same.
this article is part of the Desk Sermons found on the Concordance