#doshema

Oh, children of the reflected light,can you not see the deceptive surfacethat refracts the source into a blinding ray of ignorance? What shepherd has led you to the cliff overlooking the sea of chaos,where the sun impregnates its mother with the seed of Saturn,creating, through projection, individualized, divine, flickering sparks of eternity—concealed within and bound without to mortal…

An excerpt from Doshema’s book: The Emerald Scroll – The Nameless Path Beyond Adam: What is a number, really? (116) How can one genuinely define something that has no end, that which is just an endless succession of conceptual division, existing only through the process of separation from the One? The religious doctrine professes that suicide (117) is a Sin, yet it would seem as though the…

Concealing me from the murderousCosmocratic Eye of envious jealousy,through the last vibrational blossomingLotus bud of the Seventh Eternity, myPrimordial Mother covertly birthed me,within the hermetic celestial lightof Sopdet reflectively. Exiting through the Entrance of themysterious initiatory doorway hiddenbetween the first and sixth Sephirot,I descended into the Sun upon theMiddle Way Path,…

My brother,flaming phoenix son of Sin. I embrace your side likeLonginus did their saviour,celebrating the unholyunion with a cup of hisdivinity, as Anubis witha Cheshire grin rides intoJerusalem upon a blooddrenched ass, guided bythe lustful light of Venus. My golden Saturnian sickleseparates the child fromits roots, falling from thegreat Oak like mistletoewithout a white druid clothto catch and…

The manifest reality of man is a dreamscape projected by the creational conceptual mind of the One Absolute. Still, it is also influentially shared and governed by its primal, energetic offspring, which man defines as the Gods. Deep within the psyche of man, unaware to him, are the subtle streams or strings which direct the flow of the current of destiny. Each human energy signature has its own…

As the artificially stimulated singularity covertly approaches, my vision narrows with precision, penetrating the deceptive self-defence mechanisms of the veiling ego’s shadow persona. Into the heart of darkness, Man’s viciously egocentric primal nature is once again forced into the judgemental light of the Great Wheel. Fight or flight, the genetic self-preservatory instinct, matters not, for the…