The Book of Onei is an antinomian dream grimoire, providing deceptive yet true information about the art of Oneiromancy or dream magic in the form of poetry, fantasy, and intentionally ambiguous instructions.
When the Majesty asked why the stars were put out, the Son of the First Man replied: “How could I know, with their begging and their radiance?”
Though he brought to the sun to the heavens,
Though he fished us out of a cold, cold star
Though he bound the worm to the waters
In a secret war.
Though he split the land from the water,
Though he put each star in its own true place
Though he spared us all from the slaughter
I fear his face.
He is a fiery dark god bursting free in destruction, a demiurge, a hunter of those who steal the fire of heaven. The least of his descendants are among the highest of the high.
I bent my knee once
And came down out of the majesty of death
Because I needed to learn to love the animal.
I desired to know myself in the anguish of multiplicity.
In my breathing out and my breathing in
In the birth and death of suns and planets
In my incarnation and my crucifixion.
In the city of ghosts where God walks, wreathed in fire.
– from the Book of Onei, Part III: The Powers of Onei