Through the Gate


Behold, the primordial savior of man with his immortal circe of divine flesh and blood. May the promise of life bestowed by his consecration be remembered for what it really is: the prostration of the knowing upon the alter of life itself.


Behold, he who posesseth divinity within himself and thus guarantees his own life. May we find in the greatness of his existence the cornerstone of our own immortality.


Behold, he who has come to know the world a fiction and thus always finds what he wants. May his dream come to prove the power of his mind to conquer.

If there ever was a god or divine hand in this world I assure you it has long abandoned this world showing no evidence of ever returning. In the absence of such humanity is left to its own devices which is damming by the so called human gatekeepers that control it.

As for salvation we are left to create it for ourselves the best each of us individually can but ultimately just salvation for all equally is impossible in a world of tremendous inequity.