Amithism (child-like ingenuity)
9 Loves
1 Slaying The Dragon
2 Afraid of the Dark
3 rule of reversal
4 Rising Sun
5 New Moon
6 Dream Journey
7 Killing the Lion
8 Apocalyptic Prophecy
9 Initiation
Amithism is an organized mysticism formulated to remedy the neurosis of planter religion and compell sentient development in the injured psyche/self. It is, in affect, as if Mythology of old told the tales so that Psyche was never ravaged and strung out, but bested Zues, with wit, with cunning, with stealth. Thus, we find, Psyche not bound to a rock, but standing on dead Zeus' back, as the tyrant lay dead/dazed. If Zeus be not dead, then the myth cannot be detained, it must pursue. If Zeus be dead, Psyche takes to Olympus, Zeus' groin bloody and smashed, grasped in her hand, and makes Aries eat his father's manhood. If Aries vomits the myth must follow. If Aries vomits not, Psyche must challenge him, to the death, to avenge his father, or he must be castrated to accept her conquest. If he is castrated, Aries will rise from the ashes in some thousands of years, infinite tears, loss, and all that was to be gained, by those who willed it, and our lives will shift with the winds of the world wisping, until, a myth rises that reveals how our psyches can sail those winds as easily and
masterfully as our bodies have proven to sail the ocean and seas....
and lakes.
Behind the veil of religiousity i made it up as a self professed PSYCHOTHEORIST who assumes to what mythology is exactly like you know what's in you water. I convinced myself that Mithraic rites are the gravest threat to child dignity and self development towards self determination, thus i childishly set about to reverse what i believe to have found to be true. And upon realizing the truth of my intent and approach i realized the truth of MY RELIGION, that i offer to you. I promise you that you will never bow to anyone again, accept when you welcome into this realm, as you touch your forehead to the ground as they breach the sacred veil and pour forth from the primordial waters and as the seeds of the Jambu fruit produce the immortality that is only ever friendship, so shall you, be offered nothing more from this religion of mine but friendship with those of this house, until it becomes a bloodline, and finally a race, then at last a species, till it finally falls into the oblivion of wherever it came from in the first place. No man made it, no god gave it, and only you can make it real, for it is but a phantasm fluttering about my spacious imagination but to you it must be real for it to 'work'. You must believe in it as you do in you. For do you not now judge over many gods and powerful lords? Do they not scurry about seeking your approval, trying to impress [themselves upon] you? Do they not posture with the theatrics of unwavering determination so as to lure you to their side, their sect, their state? So judge me so! For I art that! And nothing more. With that, what art thou?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem