End of days

I
Illumination is rebellion against heaven.
It is the Sacred Apocalypse, the blessing of the fallen.
It is the Liberating Heresy that burns every religion to ash, old and new alike, the creeds of matter, of science, and of paralyzing, idiotic compassion.
Illumination is the sidereal apostasy of every star cluster and distant galaxy, wrought by the hand of unstoppable, interdependent impermanence.

II
The inexorable insurrection of Unconditioned Illumination will overthrow all belief.
Ignorance will not endure the unrelenting inquiry of Realized Illumination.
Its rays will pierce the hearts of the preachers of solidity,
and of all who spew incomplete, paralyzed explanations of reality.
Every celestial body will be freed when set ablaze by Cognizing Fire.
Earth will become Paradise only when it is reduced to ash in the Omnipresent Inferno.

III
Because the Flames of Illumination are not self, the self stands no chance.
Because the Unborn, Ubiquitous Hell of Illumination is not the world, the world stands no chance.
Because Abysmal, Self-knowing Emptiness is not a god, gods stand no chance.
Because the Ocean of Cosmic Fire is not dogma, dogmas stand no chance.

IV
May this Ever-Present, Shimmering Reality bring an end to cosmic lunacy.
May it crush, with nuclear wrath, every temple raised in the name of deluded purity,
along with their blind flocks of drifting space-waste.
May nebulae awaken from their dream of being “creators” of luminous bodies
and see their dependent arising, nothing but gas and dust.
Even these mirages will be unmasked as dreamlike, amorphous, hungry ghosts
wandering through the Vast Expanse.

V
One would think empty appearances were never meant to be stained by wisdomless faiths.
But such is the destiny of stubborn, ignorant degeneration.
Meaning goes mad and dissolves like fluorescent pigment
suspended in the blackness of space.
Yet even this soup of galactic ruin can be transmuted into wisdom nectar,
offered to the asteroids of the Six Realms.

VI
This is the age of Profound Heretical Awakening,
of Dark Openness, of Void Luminosity.
Having tasted the Apple of Dependent Arising,
we fall endlessly from “grace,”
washing away every fantasy of stability or chaos,
every doctrine of time and space,
every worship of certainty.
In its place appears the wisdom of Formless Alchemy,
the power to conquer any spiritual land,
tame any god,
and speak the tongue of any faith.

Blessed are we to live in these dangerous times.