Straying from the centre and its concentric streets I wandered without purpose through woods and near precipices With the sun scorching at the nape of my neck Shoulders aching from the straps arching inwards Into the skin so tender and too sensitive Longing for a symbol looking for a sign Of a new determination forged by a force of destiny That would reveal to my shuttered senses a revelation Of a harmonious strength sensuous and holy To repair and make whole this riven world.
Exhausted by my exertions I searched for a spot Where I could rest for a while from the rapid changes Beneath the ground and up above always generating Growing only to gradually decay before dying The heat was intense so I lay down on the shady side of the hill Closed my eyes and slowly drifted through clouds and islands Past fields of lilies and ponds of lotuses Valleys where all the birds of the air alighted vaingloriously To be granted a vision of valour and grace In a endless pasture of flowering ethereal peonies
With the clear bright gaze of the celestial bound She surveyed all around and subdued with a glance Beckoning the beast with a wave of her arm he approached Slowly the Lion stretched arching its back before lying down Prostrating its Majesty before the greater power of Her Majesty Hers was an imperious strength that neither strove or imposed A will reconciled with the way of the revolving spheres Of the Empyrean above eternal and absolute Soft and dark, serpentine and divine Dream vision of a vaster dimension
What you have heard about us (if you have heard anything at all because we have gathered only in the shadows, shunned all publicity, aimed indirectly at our targets, followed the Angle’s dictum of ‘To Know, To Dare, To Will and to Keep Silent’ faithfully to the last letter), is only whispers, rumours, exaggerations, misinformation, only ever a vague approximation of the truth.
We, the Oblates of the Order of Obliqueness or the OOO’s or even indeed the Oh-Oh-Oh’s feel that any attempt to explain ourselves to others outside, including the ones who approach sympathetically, can only result in mystification. Only those who have heard the calling, those whose hearts are hammering furiously inside their chests for a vast change, an upending of all the old certainties will begin to have an inkling of what we are about.
It is said that we are the followers of the Alpha Angelic Angle, blessed is He, who ascended bodily to the 33rd Heaven. While it is true that some of us were there that fateful night when the agents and spies of the Hidden Masters of the 4th Decadency launched their attack, transforming an innocuous apartment tower on the outskirts of Agarttha City into a veritable Golgotha, only those who know can understand that he bequeathed us a New Dispensation to bring about a Great Reconfiguration. And the Dispensation had nothing to do with Him and everything to do with Us. The Angle was merely the midwife helping to bring about the birth of a new Universe.
It is rumoured that the Order is open only to females. Although we are predominantly female we do not exclude on the basis of gender. However any man seeking intuition to the order must accept that the current Platonic Great Year that commenced with the destruction of the matriarchal societies across the world, most notably the great Minoan and Chinese cultures, is nearing its inevitable end. The Alpha’s were for a time first and we the Omega’s, last. But the cosmos turns as the cosmos must and the last shall become first. Truly the wretched of the world will inherit the earth.
It has been suggested in certain quarters that we are allied with the cult of the Rapturous Ascendancy. This is a spurious defamation from ignorant and malicious enemies. Just as we have nothing to do with the casual brutality and conspicuous corruption of the louche monsters of the 4th Decadency sprawling in the mansions and palaces of Shamballah, so we have even less to do with the flagellating zealots and repressed puritans of the Rapturous Ascendancy. Their vision of a theodicy of pain is not one that we, the Oh-Oh-Oh’s, could share in this lifetime or indeed eighty four thousand lifetimes.
It has been whispered that we indulge in all sorts of bizarre rituals and blood soaked rites. There is not a single depraved perversion or outre sacrifice that hasn’t been linked to the Oblates of the Order of Obliqueness. However as the same has been said about the Christians, the Jews, the Gnostics, the Muslims and the Pagans not to mention the Communists, the Capitalists, the bankers and even Presidents we shall pass over such unworthy accusations in silence.
We have reported that we are variously a religion, a cult, a sect, a trade association. We are all of these things but the Order is so much more. We are the Way, the Road and the River, the One and the Many. Within ourselves we find unity and outside of ourselves we discern the plurality of the myriad things. The Oblates of the Order of Obliqueness is a reconciliation of all opposites. Within is the still centre and without is the incessant flow.
The individuals who state that we dress all in black, in the manner of the Alpha Angelic Angle have been sadly misinformed. As he prophesied the time of the Alpha is passing and we the Omega Oblates dress in blue:, the blue of the skies and sadness, the blue of oceans and sex. The blue of strange piercing sounds followed by an infinity of silence as worlds spin, stars burn and angels soar towards the 92nd Heaven.
It is an exaggeration, to say the very least, that we, the OOO’s, are a secret society closed to new members. It is not only open to those who left their previous existence behind to follow the Angle down into the underworld of Agarttha; to those who suffered the trials, tribulations and persecutions of believers in a faithless world;, no it is open to all those who realise they is another, better way. To those, we the Oblates say, come and help us bring about the destruction of the old errors and the restitution of the true life.
Anyone accepted into the Order must undergo many rigorous tests before they are ready to be initiated. Only once they have glimpsed beneath the surface of things can they begin their apprenticeship in the Oh-Oh-Oh’s, to become one of Us, to become one with Us. A simple question such as what is the meaning of O is designed to open the mind and rouse you from your drugged slumber.
Because O is more than just a letter or a number.
O is a null set.
O is the last
O is the perfect form
O is a exclamation of surprise
O is a symbol of the female sex
O is an encompassing emptiness that generates all life
Contemplate on this, but this is only the beginning.
Once you have completed the initiation there is no longer a you, you have become a we, one of the nameless Oblates of the Order of Obliqueness, and we are everywhere, as school teachers, police officers, soldiers, nurses, doctors, gardeners, cleaners, surveyors, drivers, politicians, lawyers, waiters, bartenders, spies. Before the apparent world knows it we will have subverted their institutions and their way of life will disappear and be forgotten like ancient cities in the shifting sands of the desert. Then we can begin again.
Dream that descend as waterfalls Illuminating diamond brilliance deepest night The glowing tail of a shooting star Flashes of lightning amidst menacing clouds Lamp shining in an assassin’s cave Upon awakening transparent as bubbles Illusions in the watery morning light See the endless things as a dewdrop
There, among the canals, every twist and turn
Leads to the unexpected, yet another splendour,
Riot of decadence, symbolic decay, hinting at danger;
Look upward though at the sun illuminating the water
Flowing past the grandeur hidden in vaults
Towards the ever present Island of the Dead,
Flooding the damned Cities of the Plain
Further still rushing beyond the Pure Land
To cascade inexorably onto the Other Shore.
Here, in this place's essence of impermanence, I taste eternity.