(Si non credideritis, non intelligetis
Isaiah VII: 9
L'Ange Albe)
Everything, except God, has in itself some measure
of privation,
Thus all individuals may be graded according to the degree
To which they are infected with mere
potentiality
Was there not an inconceivable loss of knowledge at Bethlehem?
Christ's abasement, His subjecting Himself to the
laws of human birth
And growth and to the lowliness of fallen human nature...
Did the Son remain the transcendent Logos,
Is there
not a radical and fatal discontinuity between the consciousness?
Of the transcendent Logos and the secular Jesus?
Obedience to
the point of death,
Falling down through increasing
Pressure
Into the deathlike region
Of ooze and slime and decay
These
are the fruits and symptoms of the abasement of the World,
The assumption of humanity and the simultaneous occultation of
Divinity
(Immaculata
Du wirfst mich in den Moderstaub des Todes)
And He is before all things, and in Him all things
consist
Triune God,
Morphed into a Being of apparent theanthropic nature
Deprived of the Light of Splendor
Dost thou still
stand in undiminished Majesty
After the exinanition of divine attributes
The face of profound fire gone astray,
Exhaling
austerities in concealed, divine radiance?
Kenosis, O' theory of great peril!
Blinded, sanguineous eyes and with a trembling
hand,
A frail androgynous being holds the perilous doctrinal balance,
Robed in a maculated garment spattered with the sordid
blood
Of the Flagellation, of the lacerations and fierce wounds
Carved by royal attributes, of the crimson spurts
Dripping
without end,
As was celebrated the High Mass of the Comforter
Kenosis, O' theory of great peril!
Rob God of any attribute and
fill the shattering universe
With the pestilent scent of putrefaction and the glorious cloud of death,
For steadfast, at any cost,
He must be
Solely the incarnate Word proclaimed by all the prophets and apostles
Would have, in dying, an infinite
value,
Sufficient to atone, by His astonishing work,
For the Sins of the world
Res rapta...
Res rapienda...
Hast thou
succumbed to the original malady?
For being empty himself, He giveth empty answers
To empty enquirers; for whatever enquiry may be
made of Him,
He answered according to the emptiness of the man
In visceribus...
A willing expiatory Victim, calling constant
shame and ignominy upon itself
Was thine irretrievable substance still intact in this Sinai of global Penitence,
Dost thou remember
thine past Theophanies, the burning bush
And the Angel of the Lord?
(Et vestitus erat veste aspersa sanguine
Le fond de
ma pense est que dans ce monde en chute toute joie clate
Dans l'ordre naturel et toute douleur dans l'ordre divin)
In the next
place, it never approached an assembly
Of righteous men; but avoideth them,
And cleaveth to the doubtful-minded and empty
And
prophesieth to them in corners,
And decieveth them, speaking all things in emptiness to gratify their desire...
Art thou working on
collective deliverance?
Observe Merkabah, the chariot of the glory of God
Adrift and exiled, the Pilgrim of Light, grandiose and
weeping
Thine aura, compared, is but pale and frail, alike to the one of an ailing child...
Vacillating faith, thine salvific
virtue shall fail to make nil
A cataclysm of Judgment
The suffering of the Just shall be aggravated in grotesque
proportions,
Pillaged, ravaged, overthrown
The realms of warmth and reassurance, of a maternal womb,
Shall disappear gradually
under the crumbling yoke of Sin and Time...
The advent of Plerosis is the destiny of Man and shall shatter up to the Heavens,
A
savage aperture to the High Mass of the Comforter:
Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed,
Not only in my
presence,
But so much more now in my absence,
Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling...