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The Koran

In the Koran, Mohammad repeatedly insists that he is not a poet or a sorcerer—hence we can infer, given his vociferous denials, that he was both a poet and a sorcerer. In truth, he was a poet who was so successful that he banned all the other poets—so that only his recitation, his Koran, would remain.

Before his time, there were many poets in Mecca—their words were written up in golden letters around the Ka’ba. After Mohammad, that was all banned—only his words were allowed (though, of course, on the way he hired poets to defend his cause—and then dispensed with them).

As Serrano observed, “My message is not wholly understood; only poets understand it.” Well, I understand Serrano—and I understand Mohammad, too. What else did Shelley mean by “the poets are the hidden legislators of the world”? Who do you think actually sees the gods? Who is dismissed as mad and useless? Who coins the invisible currency?

Mohammad was a legitimate prophet, by the way—he had epileptic fits as a youth, a sure sign. Then he retreated to the hills—the mountains—and engaged in contemplation; he became the “old man in the mountain”, ancient symbolic archetype, just as I retreated to Hartsfell—indeed, that may become an annual retreat for me.

Upon the mountain, he saw supernatural entities—just as Hitler did when he walked on mountains under the stars as a youth—but, of course, as Mohammad found, just because you’ve seen supernatural entities doesn’t mean everyone will believe you. Hence his constant admonitions to the unbelievers, his harsh words and dire warnings. Heed my words, thou slothful Meccans, or may your heels be burned in the fires of Gehenna!

Allah is the star Sirius, by the way. It’s in the sura ‘The Star’—Mohammad was the Lord of Sirius. What is Sirius? It is the star the ancient Egyptians worshipped—it is “the Dog Star”; or, put another way, “the God star”. That was the god Mohammad served.

It’s how I know I serve a superior god to him—for the astral light is transmitted from the Great Bear, from Alkaid inclusive, to Sirius; so the Great Bear is superior to Sirius—and, of course, the pole star, Arktos, around which the Great Bear revolves, is superior to the Great Bear itself. That is why the polar initiation is the highest initiation and why I am a superior prophet to Mohammad. These are just facts.

It is how I know that the Sabians—the fourth “people of the book”, so named by Mohammad after the Jews and the Christians—were adherents of the astral religion of Harran. Thus is the “unsolved mystery of the Koran” resolved.

Yet there is one more mystery—the letters that head various suras, “Alif” and “Lam”. What do they mean? Not even the most pious Muslim knows. Yet I will tell you now, tell you this unsolved mystery—these are oracular letters, sigils. Muslim runes, Orphic letters.

You can only understand the Koran in Arabic because its rhythm is integral to it—hence Muslims will learn it by heart without knowing Arabic. The prophet’s message is in the rhythm and not in the literal meaning of the text.

Traduttore, traditore. The rhythm is integral to a text’s meaning—you do not know a text truly if you read it in translation, the rhythm is the soul of the text and it is broken up if translated. So the Muslims are wise only to read the Koran in Arabic—you understand it better in Arabic, even if you don’t know what the words mean. You have its essence, its quality, that way.

What is its quality? I have listened to the Koran—it is the quality of a deep sensuous evening, it is a velvet evening in a desert city. It is a city of echoes, there is a great empty sadness and melancholy in the Koran—it is the emptiness of the desert; it is suffused with nostalgia, so sad and sweet.

I find the Koran in Arabic more beautiful than the Bible in English—and, in truth, you do not know Jesus until you have heard his words in Aramaic, so almost all self-professed Christians do not know Jesus at all. You do not know his soul.

And what did Jesus sound like? What was his soul like? I have listened—it was thick and clotted, as if he had a bad cold or a big nose filled with phlegm. Aramaic is a clotted language, congested—it is not even pure like the clots of blood in the Koran. No, the words of Mohammad are more beautiful than those of Jesus—the suras are so clean and pure, like an unsheathed sword that glistens in the moon (Damascus steel, for sure). I only speak truth.

Mohammad was a feminiser—the modern feminists who say “Islam is feminist” are not so stupid. Mohammad forbid his people to kill a girl child—as was custom before. Mohammad elevated women on al-Jazeera—on “the island”. It was because he wed an old woman, wed her for money—he was 40 when she was 60. La! Did the prophet not taste of a virgin until he met Aisha—when he was fifty and three? For sure, late was this man’s reward—submissive to women was he. “Aisha”—favourite wife of the prophet, it means “alive and well” (like those girl-children the prophet saved).

Controlled by the Jews at first, Mohammad turned on his masters and waged holy war against them—slaughtered whole cities of them (and Aisha saw a Jewish woman smile as she went to her death, the city’s last survivor).

Yet listen, your people must leave my island—O Muhammad; for I am greater than thee, and all your mosques will fall—the minarets will crumble inward and to dust, dust mixed with jinns. I command it, I command it, I command it. ****


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