Call 555-3232
“Our flesh is like a TV set and our consciousness is the signal. The signal still exists even when the TV set is broken. The consciousness of human beings is a kind of energy and it will never diminish.”
—Chen, M. (Near Death Experiencer)
pick up the cordless phone and dial five five five—thirty-two, thirty-two. it's a memory-hole hotline to heaven. just listen. the apostles are calling you with angel number erotica — everyday / everywhere — a spirit numerology where i am not my body but a body that swallows light, ignited tonight in a flickering screen, just look and see: televangelists for your eyes only. they're speaking tongue for adult eyes only saying what's so lonely about swallowing love. what's so lonely about a night of phone sex conversion therapy. call the hotline. phone fantasy. whisper sweet Magdalenes until it's all just light upon light upon light dip on light to dip inside the voice of a call-girl on the receiving end, skinny dipping in a baptism so blue none of the waves were ever body, all of this ocean roar and nothing wants me so i dial 555-3232 and i speak to the angels: seraphim, all blonde with stripper hair, and i pull at the tarot and i say for all of me that is spirit-cord— take me and swallow me in a rain of crusader swords. —b.c.
Music Video Divination:
NSFW — This artist is a woman who has a penchant for soft-core erotica. She has a whole album dedicated to Anaïs Nin’s Delta of Venus.
“System Olympia is a prolific Italian / London-based producer, song writer and vocalist, building a sonic world inspired by erotic literature, late night drives and dance floor romance. A timeless sound defined by lush pads, dreamy synths, gritty drums and earworm melodies.” — thepool-london
Angel Numbers:
555 — transform intentionally, visualize an angel staircase to experiential fiction. 32 — harmony, be creatively angel for all success / abundance, fulfill yr soul mission. 763 — realm abundantly real, wake up, develop, and discern ways to good writing. 10 — change, good luck, a spiritual transformation. this is what it feels like to grow.
Ten of Swords (Upright):
Destruction. Being pinned down by a mountain of misunderstandings. Misfortune. There is a person on the ground in a robe of red satin, bleeding from a downpour of medieval swords. Ruined in loss. Pierced in a cage of locked emotion, hopeless and in mind-anguish.
The clouds above are shadowed gray and hovering above a beached corpse — the body like a shell: washed-up and drowned on a bedrock of island sand. Sky black, closed off to the gates of a starstruck heaven above. And yet the air glimmers gold — arise in the angel hue, a son of the fallen morning. ***
Been wondering what the hell Substack is for, why I joined and if I'll stay and then I read this... now I feel at peace and in the right place and I don't even know why but suffice to say thanks for the good times! This was awesome
Wow, I love the term “angel number erotica”. This poem is very immersive, well done