There’s a terrible secret about the present history of truly prophetic texts. I stumbled into this history accidentally, through literary experiments of uncommon… compositional method. Effectively, I started doing with language what the original modern psychonauts had done with chemistry to produce LSD. At first, I didn’t realize that the effects I was seeing were real. That it was possible to ‘see’ into time with language, to ‘travel’ in its dimensionalities… and there were… intelligences there. Older, stranger, and far more momentous than anything humans can dare to imagine. But all that came later.

What came first were signals. Echoes from the sources from whence I had learned to draw peculiar assets, methods, and abilities. I was writing a kind of magical fiction. Parts of it began to appear in and as reality, as if ‘predicted’. I had heard of this sort of thing but had no idea how much danger I was in. Yet. At first the echoes seemed almost playful, magical… fraught with promise, but also possibly coincidental. I wrote of the specifics of an event or person, and within a short time, an extremely (startlingly) similar event or person would present themselves. Then, however, I made the mistake of writing about The Angel. And contacting it. And the repercussions.

I was naive. And though I have been to the Fountain, and bear the scars and wings I acquired there, what I wish to communicate is this: when a person or people begins to produce (‘properly’) prophetic texts, those texts fulfill themselves somehow. There are many modes and purposes for such texts, and wise modes will protect the originators and carriers from many of the unimaginable dangers. Effectively however, the People of the Book will become the living interpretation of their prophecies and then ‘claim the resemblance with the stories as proof of divine resemblance or authority’. This is entirely delusional. Anyone can pen a prophecy, become the body of its processes and outcomes, and then claim “it wasn’t me, it was God”.

The cultures with lethal interpretations of purportedly divine prophecies intend to accomplish those prophecies at any cost. And they will, too. In fact, it ‘has been written, and thus shall be accomplished’. Since their books and prophecies are psychotic and omnicidal, the results are and will certainly be at least as dramatic as those prefigured in texts such as Revelations. But it will not be because it was written, or because it was predicted, or because it was divine. It will be… because enough of us collapsed into the story and language to render a world and future in its image. And those of us that didn’t? Mostly simply objected.

There is a recursive irony here as lethal as it is promising.