Some die when they are in the womb
Some on the ground where they are born
Some die just as they learn to crawl
And some as they learn to walk

Some die old and some die young
Some in the very prime of life
All people pass in turn
Just like the fall of ripened fruit

As all ripe fruit
Always falls and rots
So all who are born
Are always by their deaths destroyed

Some die when they are in the womb
Some on the ground where they are born
Some die just as they learn to crawl
And some as they learn to walk

Some die old and some die young
Some in the very prime of life
All people pass in turn
Just like the fall of ripened fruit

As all ripe fruit
Always falls and rots
So all who are born
Are always by their deaths destroyed

Suffering - evil in the world: that disturbs you profoundly because you have not understood that this was the suffering of Christ radiating everywhere. The suffering he took upon himself in order to create the world, so that you might have souls. And as soon as you have to bear the smallest particle of that suffering, you howl.
And despair. Christ's despair, when he believed that God had forsaken him. he had made himself a man to that point, to that lowest point that he had to believe himself forsaken of the Father: for in that belief is all sin. So he cried: Why? and he died. Of course. What would it have mattered to him to die and to suffer knowing all the time that he was God? That was too easy. That would not have been Creation: he had to take on all sin and all suffering, and descend so low as to be cut off from the Father altogether - and yet in that state to say: Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit. He had to withdraw entirely from his godhead to create the world, he had to give himself up, in order to create sinners, evil, men, the world. Otherwise he would have remained God, God only - there would have been no world, no souls, no men.
All the despair of mankind, from end to end of the ages, what is it ever but the re-echoing down the courses of time of this despair of Jesus. Man also, did he always know, that God the Father is there, what merit would man have in his work, in his suffering? How would man prove to God that he loves him? It would merely be man's interest to love God, were man sure that God exists. One can only love truly a God whom one does not know for sure to exist. One can love truly only the God that does not exist.

Denis Saurat, Death & The Dreamer

Some die when they are in the womb
Some on the ground where they are born
Some die just as they learn to crawl
And some as they learn to walk

Some die old and some die young
Some in the very prime of life
All people pass in turn
Just like the fall of ripened fruit

As all ripe fruit
Always falls and rots
So all who are born
Are always by their deaths destroyed

Dhammapada

Some die when they are in the womb
Some on the ground where they are born
Some die just as they learn to crawl
And some as they learn to walk

Some die old and some die young
Some in the very prime of life
All people pass in turn
Just like the fall of ripened fruit

As all ripe fruit
Always falls and rots
So all who are born
Are always by their deaths destroyed

Dhammapada

Some die when they are in the womb
Some on the ground where they are born
Some die just as they learn to crawl
And some as they learn to walk

Some die old and some die young
Some in the very prime of life
All people pass in turn
Just like the fall of ripened fruit

As all ripe fruit
Always falls and rots
So all who are born
Are always by their deaths destroyed

Dhammapada

ИМПЕРИУМ
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ИМПЕРИУМ

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David Tibet
Douglas P.
Wulf
John Balance
Hilmar Örn Hilmarsson

Mixed by Steven Stapleton.
Produced by Greg Orion Chance.
Cover by David Tibet and Vanitas, Vanitas.
All compositions by This Current of God.
"Locust Summers" is dedicated to Debbie Fowler, Canada.

Present at the album-cutting:
Tatsuo Nakajima, Hidero Hayami, May Fukuju, David Tibet.

Thanks to Coil, Chrystal Belle Scrodd, Into A Circle and Nurse With Wound.
Thangkas to James Low.

It is a vast dream, dreamed by a single being;
but in such a way that all the dream characters dream to...
Schopenhauer.

This reissue was released by David Tibet and Ania Goszczyńska on Cashen's Gap in 2025.
The album was remastered by Michael Lawrence at Bladud Flies! from the analogue tapes.
It was manufactured and distributed by Cargo Records.
Cassettes was manufactured and distributed by Flagers mailorder.
The artwork was Dreamed Again and Laid Out by Rob Hopeye to whom omvermoon thanks from me.

Thank You Utterly Also to Steve Pittis, Darren Crawford, Ania My Polka, Lauren Winton, June-Ason Gibbons, Jose Pachéco, Mark Bourdeau, Mark Logan, Timothy Mark Lewis, Jake Gill, and Edita Skrivánková.

That's what we call Imperial PixieTime Crime!

David Tibet, Hastings, 10 January 2025.

The majority of the words in "Imperium I" are taken from Chapters 1 and 3 of קֹהֶלֶת (Ecclisiastes); in Imperium II from the Dhammapada; in "Imperium III" from the folk song "I Must Be Bound", and from Chapters 11 and 12 of קֹהֶלֶת (Ecclisiastes); in "Imperium IV" from the traditional hymn "Christ Was Born In Bethlehem"; in "Or" from the Apocalypse Of Thomas as translated by M.R. James in his The Apocryphal New Testament (Clarendon Press, Oxford, 1924); in "Alone", the first section of the song's text is taken from the beautiful lyrics of 3 Ethiopian songs = "Eyo", "Bagana", and "Fanno" - that I read on the album-cover of Ethiopian Urban And Tribal Music - Gold From Wax Volume 2 on Lyrichord Records (LLST 7244, 1972), and the second section of the song's text is taken from Chapter Nineteen, "Notes To The Foregoing List Of Names Of Spirits", in S.L. MacGregor Mathers' edition of The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage, (John M. Watkins, London, 1898), in which the translator explains the etymologies of the spirits' names which the magician is attempting to conjure up.

Some die when they are in the womb. Some on the ground where they are born. Some die just as they learn to crawl.
And some as they learn to walk. Some die old and some die young. Some in the very prime of life.
All people pass in turn. Just like the fall of ripened fruit.

As all ripe fruit. Always falls and rots.
So all who are born. Are always by their deaths destroyed.

Dhammapada

Suffering evil in the world: that disturbs you profoundly because you have not understood that this was the suffering of Christ radiating everywhere. The suffering he took upon himself in order to create the world, so that you might have souls. And as soon as you have to bear the smallest particle of that suffering, you howl. And Despair. Christ's despair, when he believed that God had forsaken him. He had made himself a man to the point, to that lowest point that he had to believe himself forsaken of the Father: for in that belief is all sin. So he cried Why? and he died. Of course. What would it have mattered to him to die and to suffer knowing all the time that he was God? That was too easy. That would not have been Creation: he had to take on all sin and all suffering, and descend so low as to be cut off from the Father altogether - and yet in that state to say: Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit. He had to withdraw entirely from his godhead to create the world, he had to give himself up, in order to create sinners, evil, men, the world. Otherwise he would have remained God, God only - there would have been no world, no souls, no men.

All the despair of mankind, from end to end of the ages, what is it ever but the re-echoing down the courses of time of this despair of Jesus. Man also, did he always know, that God the Father is there, what merit would man have in his work, in his suffering? How would man prove to God that he loves him? It would merely be man's interest to love God, were man sure that God exists. One can only truly love God whom one does not know for sure to exist. One can love truly only the God that does not exist.

Denis Saurat, Death & The Dreamer