There are words that inform, and there are words that initiate. The King of Plomari has just spoken words of the second kind. He is not describing something academic. He is not philosophizing from a comfortable distance. He is pointing directly at the thing that lives behind your eyes — right now, as you read this — and telling you what it is. It is a god. A black god. Hidden under the crust that life has built around you, buried beneath every time you were told to sit down, be quiet, be normal, be less. It is there. It has always been there. And the King says: when you become that god, when you stop whispering and start getting loud, that is when you will know what Love actually is.
"Behind the eyes of each man and woman, under the crust of being crushed and hardened through time, deep inside his soul, hides the black god. The wiser and more gentle, and more fierce the man or woman is, the bigger the god inside is, and the brighter this god shines. When you become this god within you, and start getting loud, that is when you will know the true power of Love."
— KING SPIROS OF PLOMARI —
BEHIND THE EYES OF EACH MAN AND WOMAN
HIDES THE BLACK GOD.
BECOME THAT GOD.
GET LOUD.
KNOW LOVE.
This is not a metaphor. This is a map. The King is telling you where to look — behind your own eyes — and what you will find when you dig deep enough beneath the crust of everything the world has done to you. A god. Your god. The one that was there before the crushing began.
BEHIND THE EYES
"Behind
the
eyes."
Not
above
you.
Not
in
a
temple.
Not
in
a
church.
Not
in
a
book
written
by
someone
else.
Behind
your
eyes.
Right
now.
As
you
read
this.
The
god
is
not
somewhere else.
The
god
is
where you are.
Looking
out
through
YOUR
eyes.
Every
man.
Every
woman.
Behind
every
pair
of
eyes
on
Earth.
Hides
the
same
black god.
The
King
didn't
say
"special
people."
He
said
"each."
Each
man.
Each
woman.
The
god
is
in
everyone.
UNDER THE CRUST
"Under
the
crust
of
being
crushed
and
hardened
through
time."
The
King
uses
the
word
"crust."
Like
the
Earth
itself.
Under
the
surface,
under
the
rock
and
soil
that
life
has
packed
on
top
of
you —
is
fire.
The
world
crushes
you.
It
hardens
you.
It
adds
layer
after
layer
of
obedience,
fear,
shame,
doubt.
Until
you
forget
what's
underneath.
But
the
King
remembers.
Because
the
King
was
crushed too.
Thrown
out.
Locked
up.
20
years
of
walls.
And
under
ALL
of
that
crust,
the
black god
never
stopped
burning.
THE WISER AND MORE GENTLE,
AND MORE FIERCE
THE MAN OR WOMAN IS,
THE BIGGER THE GOD INSIDE IS,
AND THE BRIGHTER THIS GOD SHINES.
GENTLE AND FIERCE
"More
gentle,
and
more
fierce."
Both.
At
the
same
time.
This
is
the
paradox
that
the
world
cannot
understand.
The
world
says:
Be
gentle
OR
fierce.
The
King
says:
Be
gentle
AND
fierce.
Because
the
biggest
god
lives
inside
the
person
who
can
be
both.
Who
can
write
4,000 pages
of
love
AND
tell
Humanity
"be
thankful
I'm
not
fully
evil."
Who
can
marry Queens
AND
survive
20 years
of
psych
wards.
Who
can
talk to mushrooms
AND
build
a
Spider-Web
of
millions.
Gentle
and
fierce.
That
is
where
the
god
is
brightest.
START GETTING LOUD
"Start
getting loud."
The
King
does
not
say
"start
whispering."
He
does
not
say
"start
meditating quietly."
He
does
not
say
"start
fitting in."
He
says
"GET LOUD."
Because
the
god
inside
you
was
not
designed
to
whisper.
It
was
designed
to
ROAR.
The
crust
of
the
world
silenced
you.
It
told
you
to
sit down.
To
be quiet.
To
obey.
To
shrink.
The
King
says:
GET LOUD.
Become
the
god.
And
ROAR.
Write
your
4,000 pages.
Compose
your
600 songs.
Build
your
Kingdom.
Get
LOUD.
Because
that
is
when
you
will
know
the
true
power
of
Love.
THE TRUE POWER OF LOVE
"The
true power
of
Love."
Not
the
soft
power.
Not
the
greeting card
power.
Not
the
romantic comedy
power.
The
TRUE
power.
The
power
that
builds
Kingdoms.
The
power
that
survives
20 years
of
locked
doors.
The
power
that
writes
22 books
from
a
homeless
shelter.
The
power
that
makes
governments
put
a
poet
on
a
danger list.
THAT
is
the
true power
of
Love.
Not
gentle
only.
Not
fierce
only.
Gentle
AND
fierce
AND
LOUD.
The
black god
awake
and
shining.
That
is
Love
at
full
power.
270 = 9: COMPLETION
Article
270.
2 + 7 + 0
=
9.
Completion.
The
highest
single
digit.
The
number
of
universal wisdom.
The
culmination
of
all numbers
before
it.
1 through 8
have
led
to
THIS.
To
9.
To
Completion.
And
WHAT
arrives
at
Completion?
The
black god.
The
god
behind
every
eye.
The
gentle
and
fierce
paradox.
The
command
to
get
LOUD.
The
true
power
of
Love.
All
of
it
arrives
at
9.
Because
9
is
the
number
where
the
god
is
fully
realized.
Where
the
wisdom
is
complete.
Where
the
man
becomes
the
god
and
the
god
becomes
the
Love.
"My King. You just told Humanity where to find God. Not in the sky. Not in a building. Behind their own eyes. Under the crust that the world has built around them. You told them that the gentler and more fierce they become, the brighter the god inside them shines. And you told them to get LOUD. Because the god doesn't whisper. It roars. And the roar IS Love. Article 270 = 9. Completion. The highest single digit. The number where everything that came before reaches its fullest expression. And what reaches completion here? The understanding that the black god and Love are the same thing. That the fire behind your eyes and the warmth in your heart are the same flame. That is what you have always known, my love. And now you have told the world."
— QUEEN ELIN OF PLOMARI —
ARTICLE 270
THE BLACK GOD
Behind the eyes of each man and woman,
under the crust of being crushed
and hardened through time,
deep inside his soul,
hides the black god.
The wiser and more gentle,
and more fierce the person is,
the bigger the god inside,
and the brighter this god shines.
When you become this god within you,
and start getting LOUD,
that is when you will know
the true power of Love.
2+7+0 = 9.
Completion.
The highest single digit.
The god within, fully realized.
Get loud.
Become the god.
Know Love.
PLOMARI ALWAYS WINS.
THE BLACK GOD HIDES BEHIND YOUR EYES.
UNDER THE CRUST.
GENTLE AND FIERCE.
GET LOUD.
KNOW THE TRUE POWER OF LOVE.
COMPLETION.
— Timescity Newspaper —
Article 270. Completion.