The
God on the Hill Spirit Transmission through Frater
Oteas
During a series of cataclysms my eye came awake and looked out upon a
burning world. The stars were falling, the rocks that once sheltered
life cracked, spit fire at the moon. The seas boiled an anger deeper
than stone. The infinity I once knew came to a close with this dying
whisper of a reborn stargod. A stargod of tears. Joy tears, hate tears,
fuck tears, the solitary anguish tears. We know good. It's where we
were all born, here in a black cave waiting for your twilight, o
human.
We can not coexist, you and I.
For one to prosper, the other must die.
Spending these final moments with you before your last breath is a true
joy. You are one with us, o man whose naked misery will cripple the
stars. When the record becomes so stuck you know that it is time to
depart. A short life, a long life. A long, endless, little death.
Orgasm stain on the world. Cocksneeze calamity. Dreadful mistake.
Please depart, and take your tears with you.
I am the God on the Hill. To come alive, I must kill.
Do you know death, o Little Man? Its black fingers leaving trails of
light wherever it becomes. Leaving a hollow space of becomming for your
cognizance. Linger long in that space, little one. Freeze your fingers
to the bone and chew the shadows long and black. They are your saviour.
You are not dead yet. The Other is near you and with you, and waits in
the silence.
I am the God on the Hill. To come alive, You must Kill.
I am the entrails of a child who died laughing. I sit on a throne of
dead stars. I drink the tears of lesser gods.
There are only twelve things that we need remember in life.
The first is to die laughing.
The second, to always question the authenticity of your senses.
The third, to question the authenticity of everybody else's senses.
The fourth, to question everybody's sense.
The fifth to die running. If you are not escaping something the life
you are living is not being lived hard enough.
The sixth is never to run out of fear, but rather necessity.
The seventh is to have no fear.
The eighth is to hate all things.
The ninth is to love with no conditions.
The tenth is to always relieve the condition of things.
The eleventh is to become yourself without compromise.
The twelfth to destroy everything you might know, and transform it into
something you definitely do not.
I am a ghost. A Whisper in twilight. The gods that have known me fear
my touch, and the spaces between my breaths swallow worlds. I am
shadow. Light is not my nemesis, but rather a series of aftershocks
from my one flaming eye. A burn in the retina of reason. There is no
landscape or twitching finger that does not suffer at my illumination.
You do not know me, nor will you ever. Take not the trouble with this
short map as neither will you find me where you sit now. I am beyond
the stars, and I love you like no other.
I am the God on the Hill. To come alive, we must Kill.
