Tuesday, April 21, 2015

11/30 2015

 PAIMON.--The Ninth Spirit in this Order is Paimon, a Great King, and very obedient unto LUCIFER. He appeareth in the form of a Man sitting upon a Dromedary with a Crown most glorious upon his head. There goeth before him also an Host of Spirits, like Men with Trumpets and well sounding Cymbals, and all other sorts of Musical Instruments. He hath a great Voice, and roareth at his first coming, and his speech is such that the Magician cannot well understand unless he can compel him. This Spirit can teach all Arts and Sciences, and other secret things. He can discover unto thee what the Earth is, and what holdeth it up in the Waters; and what Mind is, and where it is; or any other thing thou mayest desire to know. He giveth Dignity, and confirmeth the same. He bindeth or maketh any man subject unto the Magician if he so desire it. He giveth good Familiars, and such as can teach all Arts. He is to be observed towards the West. He is of the Order of Dominations. 1 He hath under him 200 Legions of Spirits, and part of them are of the Order of Angels, and the other part of Potentates. Now if thou callest this Spirit Paimon alone, thou must make him some offering; and there will attend him two Kings called LABAL and ABALIM, and also other Spirits who be of the Order of Potentates in his Host, and 25 Legions. And those Spirits which be subject unto them are not always with them unless the Magician do compel them. His Character is this which must be worn as a Lamen before thee, etc.

And we have sought [to reach] the heaven but found it filled with powerful guards and burning flames. Surah 72:8

In Persian, meaning 'pact” or “promise”
The black djinn of Solomon
who bound those subject to him
to build the temple, to raise the stones
to bind the others,
those hole-dwellers, bone eaters

the 32 invisibles,
and al Khidir, the green one
The undying, eternal other
roaring and roaring
in the godless dark

when the moon was eclipsed,
I drank beer in my backyard
and watched a translucent crescent
cut through the clouds
above the mound-city
above Wright Patterson airforce base

In winter, we climbed atop the hill
with flashlights, and the stars swung about
and flashed in return, a great triangle of light
and one was there, and went away, and returned

the stars themselves holes, pierced in a bowl
beyond which a smokeless fire, forever burning
the planets pushed round their tracks
by the angels
the earth set in the darkness of the firmament
or upheld by a tree, a beanstalk
round which the saucers zip merrily
the hollow earth and secret city
the ladder betwixt earth and heaven

saw once, on state route 139
a great blood bell of a thing
sitting on the highway in the fog

in the desert,
I saw black helicopters hover over the highway
chasing glowing, hovering lights
the cars pulled over to watch
I have climbed the hills at night
to greet the secret kings of the earth
and heard their breath,
tapped tables with the dead
my grandfather saw a man, with a book
at the foot of his bed
a whirl of glowing light in the forest
a green deer
my father, a fish the size of a truck

I have sung myself sick with

things that cannot be true.

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