Sermon at the Fount

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Greetings,

Sunday morning and the Sermon today will be on Sex, ha!

There were two great Dogmas, in the ancient Mysteries.

--- " divine incest " ----and ---- " divine bisexuality. "

Just to the North of here, just North of the " Four-Corners, "

in Utah, is a town called Moab-----

And it is written, " Moab is my washpot, " says the Lord of

the mountain lakes of Moab, the son of Lot, conceived on

the couch of incest; these waters are so pure that the Lord

washes His Face in them. It is clear that we fail to understand

something about these myths; that there is something in them

locked from us upon seven locks;, but it is possible that it is

open in mystery, where the dogma of " divine incest, " will

correspond to the dogma of " divine bisexuality. "

In this last, sex revolts, as it were, against itself, aspires to

overcome itself in the 'category of space,' where the inner unity

of the male-female in the primitive wholeness of personality is

divided into the male and the female, as if into left and right, the

upper and the lower; while in the dogma of incest, sex revolts

against itself and aspires to overcome itself in the 'category of time.'

where the inner unity of the sonly-fatherly of the primitive wholeness

is divided into the fatherly and the sonly, the past and the future.

In its deepest places, the natural stream of sex, in the descending

line of generations, forms whirlpools, returns again to its source;

the son wishes again to be born from his mother, the daugther from

the father, no longer in time, but in eternity.

This is how there has come to be perserved in the myth, like a scratch

of the lion's claw in the body of the lamb, a trace of mystery; so often

Adonis is confused with Kinyras, the son with the father. Perhaps it is

because the Son and the Father are One.

There already shines dimly the Christian Trinity. If the Son & the Father

are one in the Mother-Spirit, then it is mystically comprehensible,

although in an empirical sense monstrous, uncouth, unimaginable, as

often happens in mathematics, when immensities are in question,

that not only does the Father bear the Son but the Son the Father.

K.I.S.S.

S.C.

hee-hee!