light years ago they nailed a jewish prophet to a cross
the cross is a crossroads, a gateway
the interstices of spirit and matter, whether straight up or slantwise, something enters (jackal, anubis is the enterer) something alien entered the human lifewave at golgotha, at which point I further submit; the 'holy ghost' is the wholly other, a spirit every which way as inhuman as our dark god.
Pendas fen: Defend this land, walk this land. Elgar walked the hills at Settle, in Pendas Fen he says he returns, haunts, to see the light on water, broken in rills and trills as it falls on stream river and brook. When Heathcliff has gone beyond, they both return to haunt the moors they have loved, like Elgar, Emily, WB, we will return, for nowhere in this arrangement of whirling atoms is there any spectacle for me, as lovely as light on this english water.