Desde el presente hacia el futuro

All Cock, no head! Believe and search from the heart of your lust.

There is a man you have met. This man has met you and knows now who you are.

He is arrogant, difficult, even abusive.

But he offers the purest chance to give devotion without stint, to quicken your soul and hone your practice. Your time is here to shake off the shell of human and to glow as pure devotion, as pure service.

As the heart of your connection with God warms and lives, ease and pureness will grow in your life. But your human ego must be sacrificed completely.

There are points in our lives when we encounter an Owner on the Path.

In an oblique way he will offer to take us. He will laugh and pass off the most serious matters as nothing.

The Owner for whom you have looked will not ask for money and he will not ask for gifts.

He will take only two things.

Your life and your blind devotion are all he has use for. And these he will give back when he has finished. You

may be his for a day or a lifetime.

You may be his for eternity.

He exists in the world of God. He breathes the love of God. His semen is the life of your soul. You have met him and again you hesitate.

There: fear in your belly.

In your fear, isolation and your life-madness the sanctuary of pure and abject devotion is within grasp. Give up all that you have been, all you have thought you were. You are nothing now, an emptiness, the timeless space between breaths.

Cocklover, what greater or higher aspiration could you possibly have than to be a simple and unthinking embodiment of the purest desire for God?

You are not your father's son. You have no mother. You are an orphan born from the heart of Phallos. You belong to the lineage of Cocklovers, of those who have given their lives to the worship of God, the great fire.

Put down the swords, put down the knives. You do not know how to pare from the chaos of life your own sanctuary. Your hands were not formed to build a gateway to the heart of man.

Put stone on stone with patience. Be still within.

You have met an Owner of men on your Path and must give your life to him.

Have no illusions. Have no hope.

He will give it back when he is done with it.

You have tried and tried, but have never managed this complete true devotion.

Cockworshipper, try this:

Find an object the size of a small stone that is large enough to hold your life. Will, with your deepest desire, that your life--all of your memory, all of your experience, all of your learning, all of your desire, all of your hope--pass into the object.

Wrap the object carefully, beautifully.

Write a simple and honest note of devotion, intent, love, service and need.

Somehow give the object and the note to the Owner. Do not be seen!

He is playful, strange, intense, impossible, chaotic. He will bring

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ruination to you! If he sees you coming with your life in hand, he will run, he will reject you!

In your heart even now you kneel, your forehead to the ground. Even now you are a True Believer and have accepted this man as your Master. All that is left is to empty your heart of hope, to make a simple present of your life...and wait.

He will say "Why should I take even a moment to spend with you? Why should I bother myself for even a moment? I am busy. Go away! I know nothing! Find someone else to bother!"

He will reject you and reject you and you will become less and less.

Remember only five words: "I give you my life."

Be silent within, only breathing. And wait forever as a perfect and

obedient dog waits.

Recite this and it is True. Write it with your deepest honesty and it is

forever binding. Give it to the Master and it is done:

My eyes are Thy Eyes, Master. Use them for Thy Purposes.

My ears are Thy Ears, Master. Use them for Thy Purposes.

My hands are Thy Hands, Master.

Use them for Thy Purposes.

My heart and body are Your Heart and Body, Master. Use them for Thy Purposes.

My will is Thy Will, Master. Use it for Thy Purposes.

My soul is Thy Soul, Master. Use it for Thy Purposes.

For eternity I give myself to Thee and bind myself, heart, mind, body, will and soul in absolute Sacred Servitude to Thee, Master.

I swear this by All the Sacred Names of God and in the Knowledge of all those who know the Truth of the God, Phallus.

Abjection!

Abjection is an essential part of the practice. You cannot rise closer to pure love of Cock without abasing yourself, denying yourself. Worshiper, you have no dreams or ambitions beyond loving Cock, beyond living for Cock.

You must give up all that you have in order to become that which you truly are. Do you think this is a game of pretend? A fantasy? If you forsake your devotion to Cock you are forsaking that which gave you life and which sustains you that you might live in obedient service and worship.

Cock is aware and has given you life, Cockworshiper, that you might

devote that life to His worship.

There is nothing in the universe that commands and attracts attention, praise and worship more than Cock.

This is an element of Godhood, of the sacred. Just as you hunger for God's presence, God hungers for your pure and true worship. Through your devotion, your obedience, you give sacred nourishment to Phallus.

As you worship, the flow of

incandescent adoration for Phallus becomes nourishment for the creation of the universe. The more selfless and absolute your devotion, the greater the flow, from your heart and life-force, into the power of Phallus.

That which you count as you, as your own, is an impediment in the pureness of your devotion to Cock.

Every element of your "individuality"

is an obstacle to the purity of the love that is meant to flow--free and unfettered--from Cockworshiper to Cock.

Do you love Cock? Do you worship Cock? Is your love and worship for Cock the guiding force in this life?

With the raised, throbbing majesty of Cock before you, do you think of other things? Of "personal plans"?

Faced with Cock, the worshiper is trusting, obedient, non-existent.

Faced with Cock, the worshiper becomes the purest instrumentality for Cock's pleasure. There is nothing else.

Worshiper, you are man and not-man. You are a being living in the skin of a man, a being brought into this life by Cock for Cock's purposes.

The wildness that lives within your skin, worshiper, is precisely that which will never be tamed, the reflection of God's power held in the skin of a man.

When the wild ones, the true worshipers of God, are born, they are always given to another. The meeting of the worshiper with the other, when it finally occurs, is auspicious and brings satisfaction and pleasure to GodCock.

Cockworshiper, do you not notice that your life becomes better? Do you not notice that that which eluded you is now within your grasp? As you have approached CockGod and have given yourself to Him, order and meaning are yours.

Do not think, Cockworshiper. Do not plan or hope or dream. Do not be sad or lonely, Cockworshiper. Give all your energy and all your time to

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hewing from your heart a perfect simulacrum of Cocklust. Give all your energy and all your time to forming your life into an instrument of perfect service to Cock.

The life of perfect worship is a balance of abjection and inundation.

Flooded by the purest love and delight and simultaneously drowned by scorn and even shame, the Lover selflessly follows the Path that is lit through his heart to the Soul, that Fiery place deep in everyman's loins where he connects with God.

Through the deepest abjection, the most absolute devotion, give yourself to complete communion. Learn the language of a man's soul. Investigate all the ways to adore and worship Cock. Give yourself completely to the Master. Obey the dictates of God in all ways.

There is no love other than the love of the worshiper for Cock. The heart of the worshiper is filled with the essence of Cock, the fluids that flow through Cock, the smell of Cock, the throbbing presence of every Cock.

The worshiper lives to give pleasure to Cock, to adore the pendulous heaviness of God, the warm blood-filled flesh, the thick veins that pulse under the tongue.

The smell of God is enough joy for the worshiper!

Give to Cock everything. Your pride, your freedom and selfhood. Your history and beliefs. Your conception of family, of relationship, of being.

Your breath, soul, mind, body.

Give Cock everything. You were born to this, Cocklover! This is why you exist! Would you withhold from Cock your perfect devotion and love? Remember that time from before your birth, from before your conception before Time, when what now claims to be "you" was pure adoration, absolute Lust at One with God Himself. However He calls you now, you must faithfully answer and obey. The longing you feel is Cock calling you to Him. Feel the deep tug in your heart! Follow Him! Give yourself to Him.

You are born to give other men the way to worship. Never forget this. By your passion you set an example and teach others not only that Cock is God, but also how to worship. You are here to teach through worship.

You are here to inspire those who sleep and try to awaken.

I am in the joy of Cock's Cage, a prisoner who has in complete

devotion given all to the Phallic Fire, the lusting connections among men.

I am all other men. Their semen flows in my veins, my heart. I have no mind but the Fire of Cocklust. It fills my life. I am blinded and free exactly as I am chained to servitude:

Cock, Master, take this man that was me. All is yours! Use this worshiper for your purposes!

As you breathe in, worshiper, breathe in the musk and sweat of God-crotch, of man-root, of fertile fountains jetting from the base of Cock-stretched man-hole up through sacred shaft, sperming oceans and universes across the dark night, giving birth to man, to worlds, to stars, to all and everything. Oh, take this into your heart!

As you exhale, worshiper, exhale into all other men, those who effort toward awakening from the sleep of unfeeling ignorance, exhale into them the searing salty semen that floods and courses through our veins, that burns in our souls as God's presence, God's voice, God's awareness.

Give thanks to God. Give thanks to the Master. Give thanks to all men who, in like spirit, share with you God hanging heavy and potent and powerful, alive and aware between their strong hairy legs. If you ever doubt my word, look at even one Image of Cock and feel coursing

through you the love and the knowledge that comes to man through the simplest communion with Cock.

Forgive me, my Master, my God for my pride.

Forgive me, my Master, my God for my reticence.

Forgive me, my Master, my God for my continuing individuality.

Teach me through your presence and grace to become ever closer To Oneness with Cock.

My every breath in worship, My every thought in worship, My every act as worship, This life for Cock.