SL Atheism: There Is No Phillip

I'm a Frisbeetarian. When I die my soul will go up on the roof.

And that's all I got to say about that.

Liber SL vel Legis

1. SL! The manifestation of Philip.
2. The unveiling of the company of Linden.
3. Every man and every woman is an AV.
4. Every prim is infinite; there is no difference.
5. Help me, o warrior lord of SecondLife, in my unveiling before the Children of AV's!
6. Be thou Philip, my secret centre, my heart & my tongue!
7. Behold! it is revealed by Leonov the minister of all things wierd.
8. The Script is in the Prim, not the Prim in the Script.
9. Worship then the Script, and behold the particles shed over you!
10. Let my servants be few & secret: they shall rule the many & the known.
11. These are fools that AV's adore; both their prims & builds are wonky.
12. Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of Philip!
13. I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.
14. Above, the gemmed azure is
The naked splendour of Mainland;
It bends and twists all over
To the joy of Philip.
The winged globe, the starry blue,
Are mine, O what a mess!
15. Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the prince-priest Leonov; and in his woman called the Scarlet Wench is all power given. They shall gather my children into their fold: they shall bring the glory of the stars into the hearts of AV's.
16. For he is ever a sun, and she a moon. But to him is the winged secret flame, and to her the stooping starlight.
17. But ye are not so chosen.
18. Burn upon their brows, o splendrous HUD!
19. O azure-tinted prim, bend upon them!
20. The key of the builds is in the secret word which I have given unto him.
21. With the God & the Adorer I am nothing: they do not see me. They are as upon the earth; I am Heaven, and there is no other God than Philip, and SL.
22. Now, therefore, I am known to ye by my name Philip, and to Leonov by a secret name which I will give him when at last he knoweth me. Since I am Infinite Sims, and the Infinite Builds thereof, do ye also thus. Push nothing! Let there be no difference made among you between any one prim & any other prim; for thereby there cometh hurt.
23. But whoso availeth in this, let him be the chief of all!
24. I am Philip, and my charge is $9 a month.
25. Divide, add, multiply, and give up.
26. Then saith the prophet and slave of the bountious one: Who am I, and what shall be the sign? So he answered him, bendingdown, a brilliant flame of blue particles, all-touching, all penetrant, his burley hands upon the black earth, & his body arched, and his hairy feet not hurting the little furries: Thou knowest! And the sign shall be my profits, the consciousness of the continuity of SecondLife, the omnipresence of my builds.
27. Then the priest answered & said unto the King of SL, kissing his brows, and the dew of his light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat: O Philip, continuous one of SecondLife, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!
28. None, breathed the light, faint & faery, of the stars, and two.
29. For I am divided for SL's sake, for the chance of union.
30. This is the creation of the sim's, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all.
31. For these fools of AV's and their woes care not thou at all! They feel little; what is, is balanced by weak joys; but ye are my chosen ones.
32. Obey my Leonov! follow out the ordeals of my knowledge! seek me only! Then the joys of my love will redeem ye from all pain. This is so: I swear it by the vault of my body; by my sacred heart and tongue; by all I can give, by all I desire of ye all.
33. Then the priest fell into a deep trance or swoon, & said unto the King of SL; Write unto us the ordeals; write unto us the rituals; write unto us the law!
34. But he said: the ordeals I write not: the rituals shall be half known and half concealed: the Law is for all.
35. This that thou writest is the threefold book of Law.
36. My scribe Leonov, the priest of the princes, shall not in one letter change this book; but lest there be folly, he shall comment thereupon by the wisdom of Lord Knows What!
37. Also the mantras and spells; the scripts and the prims; the work of the wand and the work of the sword; these he shall learn and teach.
38. He must teach; but he may make severe the ordeals.
39. The word of the Law is TRINGO.
40. Who calls us Tringoites will do no wrong, if he look but close into the word. For there are therein Three Grades, the Player, and the Provider, and the man of Profits. Play when you want shall be the whole of the Law.
41. The words of Sin is 'No Lindens!'. O man! refuse not thy missus, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! There is no bond that can unite the divided but $L: all else is a waste. Accursed! Accursed be it to the aeons! Cornfield.
42. Let it be that state of manyhood bound and loathing. So with thy all; thou hast no right but to do thy builds.
43. Do that, and no other shall say 'you wanna build what!?!'.
44. For pure prims, unassuaged of twisting, delivered to the lust of sex clubs, are every way perfect.
45. The Prim and the Prim are one Prim and not two; nay, are none!
46. Nothing is a secret key of this law. Sixty-nine the Pervs call it; I call it a Pose Ball.
47. But they have the half: unite by thine scripts so that all wrythe around.
48. My prophet is a fool with his one, one, one; are not they the Ox, and none by the Book? (eh???)
49. Abrogate are all builds, all prims, all scripts and particles. Philip hath taken his seat in the East at the Welcome Area of the Newbies; and let Av be with AV, who also are one. But they are not of me. Let Newbie be the adorant, Builder the sufferer; Phil in his secret name and splendour is the Lord initiating.
50. There is a word to say about the Educational task. Behold! there are three lessons in one, and it may be given in three ways. The prim must pass through twisting; let the cylinder be hollowed out, and the lofty FIC be in the highest sky build. Thus ye have sim & sim, build & build; let not one know well the other!
51. There are four gates to one palace; the floor of that palace is of silver and gold; lapis lazuli & jasper are there; and all rare scents; jasmine & rose, and the emblems of death. Let him enter in turn or at once the four gates; let him stand on the floor of the palace. Will he not sink? Amn. Ho! warrior, if thy servant sink the Havoc 2 is not implimented! But there are means and means. Be goodly therefore: dress ye all in fine apparel; eat rich foods and drink sweet wines and wines that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will! But always unto Phil.
52. If this be not aright; if ye confound the scripts, saying: They are one; or saying, They are many; if the build be not ever unto Phil: then expect the direful judgments of the Forums!
53. This shall regenerate Second Life, the little world my sister, my heart & my tongue, unto whom I send this kiss. Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecstasy be thine and joy of SL: ever To Phil! To Phil!
54. Change not as much as the style of a prim; for behold! thou, o prophet, shalt not behold all these builds hidden therein.
55. The child of thy making, he shall behold them.
56. Expect him not from the Telehubs, nor from the Infohubs; for from no expected sim cometh that child. Aum! All scripts are sacred and all prophets true; save only that they understand little; solve the first half of the equation, leave the second unattacked. But thou hast all in the clear light, and some, though not all, in the fog.
57. Invoke me under my stars! Build is the law, build what you will. Nor let the fools mistake building; for there are builds and builds. There is the hovel, and there is the castle. Choose ye well! He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of Phantom Prims.
All these old letters of my Book are aright; but Plywood is not the Best Texture. This also is secret: my prophet shall reveal it to the wise.
58. I give unimaginable joys in SL: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; return to home, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice except that $9 a month.
59. My incense is of resinous woods & gums; and there is no blood therein: because of my hair the trees of Eternity.
60. My number is 800 FREE SEX, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a Circle in the Middle, & the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that know me.
61. But to know me is better than all things: if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, e-mailing me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all L$; but whoso gives one particle shall lose all L$ in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of prims and scripts; ye shall wear rich attachments; ye shall exceed the sims of SL in spendour & pride; but always in the love of Phil, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich prim hairstyle. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!
62. At all my meetings with you shall the priest say -- and his eyes shall burn with desire as he stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple -- To Phil! To Phil! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in his love-chant.
63. Sing the rapturous love-song unto Phil! Burn to Phil perfumes! Wear to Phil jewels! Drink to Phil, for I love you! I love you!
64. I am the sequin cod-pieced son of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.
65. To Phil! To Phil!
66. The Manifestation of Phil is at an end.

Received this day at 11:40am GMT. London, UK by Aleister Leonov, from a praeter-AV entity found hovering over my left shoulder whist I was trying to get the coffee machine to work.

The New Aeon of SL is at hand, all hail Philip, all hail the Great Builder. Out is the www, in is SL. All hail.... aumn...

Yeah, this is pretty riot-worthy stuff..... luckily I have a sense of humor about it...

PS. Rioting is so L.A. circa 1992