If heaven is merciful, it will some day efface from my consciousness the sight
that I saw, and let me live my last years in peace. I cannot sleep at night now,
and have to take opiates when it thunders. The thing came abruptly and
unannounced; a demon, ratlike scurrying from pits remote and unimaginable, a
hellish panting and stifled grunting, and then from that opening beneath the
chimney a burst of multitudinous and leprous life - a loathsome night-spawned
flood of organic corruption more devastatingly hideous than the blackest
conjurations of mortal madness and morbidity. Seething, stewing, surging,
bubbling like serpents' slime it rolled up and out of that yawning hole,
spreading like a septic contagion and streaming from the cellar at every point
of egress - streaming out to scatter through the accursed midnight forests and
strew fear, madness, and death. -HP LOVECRAFT
The grave recieves you with love. Surrender yourself to the Earth. Return what was loaned to you. Give up your pleasure, your pain, your friends, your lovers, your life, your past, what you desire. You will know nothingness, it is the only reality. Don't be afraid, it's so easy to give. You're not alone, you have a grave. It was your first mother. The grave is the door to your rebirth. Now you will surrender the faithful animal you once called your body. Don't try to keep it, remember, it was a loan. Surrended your legs, your sex, your hair, your brain, your all. You no longer want to possess, possession is the ultimate pain. The earth covers your body, she came to cover you with love, because she is your true flesh. Now you are an open heart, open to receive your true essence your ultimate perfection. Your new body, which is the universe, the work of god. You will be born again, you will be real. you will be your own father, your own mother, your own child, your own perfection. Open your eyes, you are the earth, you are the green, you are the blue, you are the Aleph, you are the essence. Look at the flower, look at the flower, for the first time look at the flowers. - The Alchemist from Holy Mountain.
