Ramble

The demonic practise of consumerism taking us further from the ascetic grace of the laird Jesus. Now we must resist, destroy the forces of metal, and return to the shining city all as one. The city will take us, to the safety of a newly cleansed world, made for the believers of all one. The laird and the Kirk will merge, become a singular entity, the kirk body joining with the holy body. The Son and the Father will merge, the glue of the Spirit bringing them together in a grand ecstasy of one. The Unity of a being lost in the darkness of a new soul.

The laird was once us, in the old land, then he was slain, strung up on a cross to state our psychic sadomasochism. Three nails pinned the Son to the cross, two for each palm and one for the feet together. He was joined by two thieves, repentant at the end, each with three nails of their own. As their spirits fled their mortal forms, they each became two, the nails became six.

Wind became revelation in those days, it screamed the work to all as the Mary’s cried at the Godman’s feet, the Good Man’s feet. Life finds itself reborn in a New Testament, burning away the old world, swallowing it whole.

Drink more, dance more in the light of a new world, the Son who is three and one spreads his love to all, every existence can feel such truth. Consume the love of one who died for our pleasure. Consume the love of one who rose again, reborn as Messiah to return to himself above.

Now the ascetic grace may leave us, the faith splinters into many branches, new revelations and old find conflict with the message of the laird and life loses its certain of ending but still we go on. If life finds and ending in the burning crust it walks then it will be happy to have walked, one hopes. The three as one lies dead now, floating along the skin of the world, but we carry his lies with us to the new age.