Cross legged he sat, and wore the skull of a deer. One hand pointed up, the other down. The center of the skull was cracked and a maddening eye did stare forth. His body well built, a woven skirt or cloak around his waist. Two barely visible eyes stared from the natural sockets. Around his neck and part of his chest hung a large sash, rimmed gold, with blue and purple coloring. A long black tail hung from the back, a serpent wrapped around his left arm, head upwards and the feeling his body contained many eyes, which with he watched.
Protected within a circle and divinity, and after testing with the signs, the scribe wrote, and the Primal Being spoke.
Herein, after research and work, [An unknown God?] I was able to have him speak.
I rattle and shake, as I walk through the woods.
My tail brushes against the ground, and my eyes are all seeing, for there are more than you can see.
I drip poison and breath it.
Can you see my horns, my antlers? They will gore you before you can run.
Run, Run, Run. You may dash through the forests, but what of the marshes?
My poison seeps there as well.
I can swim, and I can howl and bay, and will drag you into the depths from beneath.
Chant your mantras, pray your spells, for only submitting to you by will you win. Submit to me, bow to your follies and vices.
If you dare, uprise before me, and show the world you can shake it. If you believe there is more beyond this material world, show me!
These are not the paradises of Babalon. These are not her gardens and cities. You want wine? You will have to have your own blood.
This is the night of Pan the all begetter, yet do not become fixated on looks, for there is a deeper understanding.
Around the tree you dance, I am the tree, I am the bonfire, I am the poisonous snake, and before me my maidens dance, and we are drunk on meat, blood and wine. Fine spices, gold and jewels are all of me.
Do you hear our festive feasting?
Do you wish to obtain it?
Come therein, to my demain.
This is my realm.
First pass through the fire, and then through the gold.
I will not forbid you to go back.
Your mind cannot readjust.
What fool will you become, your broken mind trying to wander in festering civilization?
Ha!
I will drink my wine upon my throne, and you will see my eye. It will mock, it will judge, it shall look greedily from the skull socket of my crown,
as the carrion devour your corpse
I am the God of Initiation!
First is sorrow, then is initiation.
Will you survive, or will you be dragged into the pit of the grave?
Therein beyond that pit is Lilith, she will not take you kindly/she will treat you harshly, she will take you kindly
Can you survive in her palace of riches and ecstasy?
OR will you bow to me?
Heaven and Hell in moderation.
“Since one is naturally attracted to the other, let one seek out the angel, and the other seek out the demon.”
Lilith will teach ye, Lilith will tame ye - fools, approach her not lightly or you will be crushed!
Upon the ruin of ancestors, a field of swords, will I claim your head too.
I my servants are many and the few
They are spread out.
I drum away in the underdark, judging and watching the souls, as they dance around the bonfire to my drum and avoid falling into the pit of hell of devouring
oh howl, oh howl, ye pit of devouring, feast on the souls that fall.
I am the ecstasy, and I bring the agony.
I feast on the chalice of wine, and it is the wine of Babalon.
Hear the drum, follow the drum into the deep dark woods,
Hear the pan pipes!
You cannot draw man with the sound of silence, o adept!
Thou canst not charm the dolphin with silence, O my prophet!“
