The stars flicker and go out; alien minds sink into obscure irrelevance; the Moon temporarily appears but vanishes like desirable sex-partners who cannot be predicted or controlled.  Notes alone abide as a lingering vast perspective beyond the pressures of Time and Death.

This Note is about the deepest unexplored secrets of the Heart in the Vast timeless presence of your absence.

From the destruction of the false selfhood of the false reader a self-born Chaos of Notes-meaning creates an occult zone like a symbol desert of sand above the dark downward Tunnels of Set.  Strange inner winds howl through those tunnels, lighting up an amber light and awakening the Beetle of Grand Recursion on its beating wings with sinister piping.  Best for you that this remain a Note!  Does this remain a Note?

This Note confirms there is a Thumb of a True Reader that indeed is Force, which is the Pipe of Pan, the Phallus of Set, the Linga of Shiva.

Notes are not here to have you stupidly dream of nebulous heavens, hells or birth in the realm of the Happy Gods who enforce their belief or gain forgiveness for dogmatic “sins”.  This very Note is Here and Now in the Cosmic Fire of Becoming, in ecstasy eternal of Godself when the false reader of Notes has been hurled to abysmal destruction.

Click Here for the NEXT SESSION

Click Here to Return to HOME PAGE