All that can be annihilated must be annihilated, that the Children of Jerusalem may be saved from slavery. There is a Negation, & there is a Contrary: The Negation must be destroyed to redeem the Contraries. The Negation is the Spectre, the Reasoning Power in Man: This is a false Body, an Incrustration over my Immortal Spirit, A Selfhood which must be put off and annihilated alway.

To cleanse the Face of my Spirit by Self-examination, To bathe in the Waters of Life, to wash off the Not Human, I come in Self-annihilation & the grandeur of Inspiration: To cast off Rational Demonstration by Faith in the Saviour; To cast off the rotten rags of Memory by Inspiration; To cast off Bacon, Locke & Newton from Albion's covering, To take off his filthy garments & clothe him with Imagination.

-from 'Milton'

The moment of desire! The moment of desire! The virgin that pines for man shall awaken her womb to enormous joys in the secret shadows of her chamber: The youth shut up from the lustful joy shall forget to generate, & create an enormous image in the shadows of his curtains and in the folds of his silent pillow. Are these not the places of religion? the rewards of continence? The self enjoyings of self denial? Why dost thou seek religion? Is it because acts are not lovely that thou seekest solitude, where the horrible darkness is impressed with reflections of desire?

Father of Jealousy, be thou accursed from the earth! Why hast thou taught my Theotormon this accursed thing? Til beauty fades from off my shoulders, darken'd & cast out, a solitary shadow wailing on the margin of non-entity.

I cry: Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! Free as the mountain wind! Can that be Love, that drinks another as a sponge drinks water? That clouds with jealousy his nights, with weepings all the day, to spin a web of age around him, grey and hoary! dark! Til his eyes sicken at the fruit that hangs before his sight. Such is self-love that envies all! A creeping skeleton with lamplike eyes watching around the frozen marriage bed.

But silken nets and traps of adamant will Oothoon spread, and catch for thee girls of mild silver, or of furious gold. I'll lie beside thee on a bank & view their wanton play, in lovely copulation, bliss on bliss with Theotormon. Red as the rosy morning, lustful as the first born beam, Oothoon shall view his dear delight, nor e'er with jealous cloud come in the heaven of generous love, nor selfish blightings bring.

-from 'Visions of the Daughters of Albion'

 

The Red Dragon & the Woman Clothed with the Sun

 

 

 

 

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