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I erect the spine of thanks and lick your toes to cure your confusion. --- "Scripture of the Man" by Neriar Nilus the Illuminate This is the Scripture of the Man. I reached the gates of the City-Who-Is-A-God, V’vehk. I was stopped by the Man in Golden Chitin shell and Ashland skin. His fac...

Then dance with me and let us bite each other's tail. Let the curious split apart this eleven.

As the children of feathers hide under the wings of Ákha'Tloichi, away from mortal eyes, reality reverts to a more primal stage. The seas have boiled away, singing a somber pʒʒʒʒʒʒʒʒʒ . There is only land and caverns, a jungled land threefold greater, with Tsoko-Hist trees dotting the land. There is...

"Scripture of the Image" by Neriar Nilus the Illuminate This is the Scripture of the Image. The Egg-now-Image led me through the Ashlands. I stopped and questioned the Seven-Syllable Image of Veloth, birthed by Mother Lex-Ae-Ahi, ‘Why Image-Who-Learns am I free? Why do my people bleed? My...

"Scripture of the Egg" by Neriar Nilus the Illuminate This is the Scripture of the Egg. V’vehk appeared to me in the form of the dream Egg, the Six-Times-Wise, Nine-and-Nine again, possessing invisible knowledge of words and swords. The Egg-Knowledge whispered to me how to use my Words to...

It flies over the Blacken Woods and confuses the stars and sky. Colors shift, time turns, and those who witness lessen the barriers between reality and illusion. Two like the cloven moons sang with it. Three like the universal plot tried to ignore it as the new ophidian. The two priest-kings, when t...

It is only after the third day of deep meditation and extreme fasting did Ákha'Tloichi rise from the center of their circle. It was a grand serpent with wings, feathers of every colour, changing depending on the viewers' directional position and mental state. It speaks in a language no one can under...

A shaman of a Niben swamp-tribe rest dreaming in the Black Woods... Void. Nothing. Formless Unknowable. Beyond Emptiness. Bliss... Music. Sound. An Egg. Sound. It hatches, and out flies a great serpent-eagle made of stars. A Dragon. It-Who-Is-First. Name Secret. It sits. It meditates. It is everywhe...

Greetings and blessings of your gods, spirits, and sigils. The sun is blue, the river sings, and the children are looming. I hold the banners, silks, and nym-writs of Ibbilaibash, Komekajo, Hlormasyanmasahnissal, Draaldovvu, ABAGARCANET, Lehkohdeh, Bchunvardin, Qulhiteixhu, Gijibidnilxelqijdig, Kṣám...