Feast of Infinities

Then I pass'd
The nights of years in sciences untaught,
Save in old time; and with time and toil,
And terrible ordeal, and such penance
As in itself hath power upon the air,
And spirits that do compass air and earth,
Space, and the peopled infinite, I made
Mine eyes familiar with Eternity,
Such as, before me, did the Magi, and
He who from out their fountain dwellings raised
Eros and Anteros, at Gadara,
As I do thee; - and with my knowledge grew
The thirst of knowledge, and the power and joy ,,,
[Byron, Manfred Act II,sc.ii]

This brims with Nietzschean/Zarathustran melodies!
Who can doubt that Nietzsche, in his severe emulative proximity to Manfred, did not undergo such an initiation himself?


Let us take a journey of initiation from Manfred to Zarathustra;

It is not noon - the sunbow's rays still arch
The torrent with the many hues of heaven,
And roll the sheeted silver's waving column
O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular,
And fling its lines of foaming light along,
And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail,
The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death,
As told in the Apocalypse ...
[Byron, Manfred Act II, sc.ii]

And, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood;
And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind ...
[Revelation,VI:12/13]

The figs fall from the trees, they are good and sweet; and in falling the red skins of them break. A north wind am I to ripe figs.
Thus, like figs, do these doctrines fall for you, my friends; imbibe now their juice and their sweet substance! It is autumn all around, and clear sky, and afternoon.
[Nietzsche, TSZ II, 24]

Are you on this journey?
Are these figs untimely?
Has this sun become black?


Hail the Black Sun!

"My heart was with those that did worship the Sun, mine was the heart at the pyramid's apex. I trampled the rose of my own brow knowingly, I blasphemed myself in the presence of idiots
I hid myself in laughter".
[The Book of Gog, 45]

"The strong shall partake of the nectar of the Amaranth and the blood of Bacchus, and they shall be sanctified thereof. But to the weak the sacraments shall be poison".
[ib., 55]

"I am the totem of the Earth, the Phallus raised to pierce the sky; - this is the altar of the stars. But they are mere flowers of the garden; harvest them and adorn thyself. Tear at the void and the lights therein; feast on infinities".
[ib., 72]

"Thou shalt have no God but thyself.
Thou art the sovereign of thy own Belief.
A curse upon those that say or act otherwise, use them entirely, they are the plague of weakness".
[ib., 94]

SOL NIGER

"If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business".
[Lord Byron, letter to Murray, 1820]

Chile, you have learnt much and have expressed even more.

Satyr Nietzsche's love for Byron is never gainsaid [was Byron a one like Crowley?].
That Zarathustra continueth Manfred cannot be denied either.

These writings of the Black Sun do proclaim our purpose - the Zarathustra Reich is coming!

* Amaranth: imaginary unfading flower.

* Flowers: often grow from the blood of a god when it is spilt on the ground; e.g., the anemone or red rose from the blood of Adonis.

"The blood of War is in the nectar of the flowers of Adonis".
[The Book of Gog, 29]

*War: The process of disintegration and reintegration; abolishing disorder and establishing order out of chaos...

This is our Black Order, our Swart Gild.

"There is a great danger in me; for who doth not understand these runes shall make a great miss.
He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall Perish with the Dogs of Reason".
[Crowley, 'Book of the Law', II:27]

We shall now study Runes together and make great silence - our dreams shall benefit.
And then - TO BATTLE!



What happens to the Noble type during the age of Nihilism, the Kali Yuga?
The Byronic hero is one option;

"It was Byron who brought to perfection the rebel type, remote descendant of Milton's Satan ... immediately recognisable in the shrewd portrait of Byron outlined by Ralph Milbanke, Earl of Lovelace in his 'Astarte', the first book to throw light on the mystery of the life of his grandfather the poet:
" 'He had a fancy for some Oriental legends of pre-existence, and in conversation and poetry took up the part of a fallen or exiled being, expelled from heaven, or sentenced to a new avatar on earth for some crime, existing under a curse, pre-doomed to a fate really fixed by himself in his own mind, but which he seemed determined to fulfill' ".
[M.Praz, 'The Romantic Agony, Chapter II, 'The Metamorphoses of Saten']

Referring to Byron's line in The Giaour:' A noble soul and lineage high ', Praz writes of the Byronic "pale face furrowed by an ancient grief", and the "Satanic smile" which indicates "the traces of obscured nobility worthy of a better fate".
[ib.,]