It was here, now, prostrate beneath a vernal Siberian sunrise, Madre Matryoshka, after aeons of painful and fruitless searching, at last discovered the point, purpose, and meaning of her very existence. It was to recover and reveal a sacred universal vision of redemption for all to feel wonderment towards, rejoice in, and praise! A vision contained within the diamond-mirrored confines of a little pyramidal jewel-bespeckled prismatic box deep within the sacred innermost chamber of her heart. It was not quite an object of the senses nor was it a wispy dream-like phantasm but rather some sort of hybrid of the two and was just big enough to cover the surface of the palm of her left hand as she gazed into it obviating in utter disbelief. To her great astonishment and bewilderment she discovered at the base of the box a little silver keyhole over which an engraving was etched in an ancient and long forgotten sacred cipher. Two words that came together as one to make three as one made from two: Concentration and Surrender! For it is the through the perfection of Concentration-Surrender that the serpent’s den is merged and united with the fingertip-smoothed lotus seed beads of prayer. Employing a deeply hypnotic tantric gaze, Madre Matryoshka handed Padre Palindrome the pandoric box of strange beauty and terror and, fully entranced, he placed his sacred golden key into the silver keyhole as the sun slipped into the new moon’s total solar eclipse.

Thus began the ceaseless whirling motion of creation’s drunken euphoric vertigo. An oceanic whirlpool of anesthetic amnesic amniotic fluids oozing deep within the Fertile Crescent’s fertile uterine soil between the trembling widely spread legs of the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. A volcanic flow of blood, sweat, tears, saliva, urine, feces, semen, vaginal fluid, spinal fluid, serous fluid, phlegm, pus, milk, and afterbirth issued forth from the holy gate and trickled down through the cracks and crevices of Mt. Sinai as the heads, shoulders, arms, hips, legs, and feet of the little Siamese twin toddler squeezed its way out through the hermetically sealed labyrinth of the pyramidal box’s vesica piscis and into the chiromantic hands of Doctor Shaktipat. They had to admit this was one of the most peculiar experiences of their entire life thus far! And they imagined that death would some day be a worthy rival! Still it is so that birth is only but a mere belief! That life is only but a mere belief! That death is only but a mere belief! That afterlife is only but a mere belief! That afterdeath is only but a mere belief! And it is so that beyond belief is an eternally infinite void of boundless possibility! An eternally infinite clear emptiness of radiant luminosity! All hail the miraculous virgin birth of eternal infinity's true patriot! The Divine Siamese Twins. Brother Shalom and sister Salaam. The majestic miracle of Madre Matryoshka’s maelstrom of maniacal merciless mystery, majik, and madness!

The twins awoke as if from a dream in a crib made from the bones of countless species of saints, sinners, spiritualists, and somnambulists. Between the vertical and horizontal slats of tibia, fibula, femur, humerus, radial, and ulna they sat naked and attached at the genitals upon a blanket made of lion and lamb skin, perfectly silent and still, beneath a mobile constellation of twinkling tin, iron, lead, copper, mercury, silver, and golden surgical instruments.

For aeons the two of them remained perfectly upright, steady, silent, and still. In a nanosecond, however, from deep within the heart of the boundless beatific quietude of eternal infinity’s clear, empty, radiant, luminosity came what has come to be accepted among the most lofty and deeply respected of scholars and historians as unquestionably undeniable fact, most commonly referred to among this clique of clowns as the divine Siamese wonder’s first known documented guttural utterance. A most vile and grotesque yet sublimely languid glossolalia of glorious xenoglossiac lally that burst unexpectedly out of the silent stillness like a violin sonata from the cooperative symphonic effort of their vocal chords, uvulas, tongues, teeth, and lips. The first four movements were composed of a sequential series of gurgles, squeals, wails, and vomit sounds respectively throughout the course of the first four aeons of their existence as a sleeping, smiling, crying, eating, vomiting, shitting, and pissing crib incarcerated multi-cellular clump of deoxyribonucleic biomachinery.

Then, suddenly, the onset of a long and drawn out period of silence. A seemingly ceaseless age of intense striving ultimately culminating in the formation of a sonic supernova unlike any other that had previously been heard as the great chasm between Shalom’s upper and lower lips finally closed for a temporary duration and then parted once again for still yet another incalculable length of time. And so it was! The commencement of the fifth aeon as the sound “Pa” ricocheted off the swiftly whirling edges of countless spiraling galaxies throughout the whole of the omniverse like a shiny silver pinball.

Again, without warning, the onset of yet another long and drawn out period of silence, followed this time by a profound effort of unwavering will as Salaam’s lips slowly came together and parted rocketing the sound “Ma” out into the nethermost regions of the unspeakably unspoken unspeakable. Thus the groundwork was completed, the structural foundation formed for aeon number seven, the ne plus ultra! As a large bubble of breast milk formed and lodged itself into their shared upper esophageal sphincter, Madre Matryoshka firmly but lovingly patted them upon the upper back between the shoulder blades causing the bubble to burst open wide. Simultaneously the sister and brother again vomited out the sacred guttural utterances with thick, hot, milky white breast milk dripping in long sticky strands from their lips, tongues, cheeks, and chins.

Aeons consumed aeons as time’s gentle winds smoothed his skin so soft and white like porcelain and the twisted rivers of space deeply warped thickened hers so dark and hard like leather. His head was hairless and smooth and her hair long, thick, dark, wavy, and winding. His eyes were like suns eclipsed by moons and her eyes were like moons eclipsed by suns. In the middle of their foreheads, between the eyes, were small bioluminescent bindis. Their toys were strewn haphazardly across the surface of the sand all around the crib for as far as the eyes and the eye of the mind could see. Included among them were rattles made from rattlesnake tails, pin filled voodoo dolls, jointed bone fragments, and rosaries made of shark, viper, lion, and bat teeth, all strung like beads upon twine made of hair, veins, arteries, and nerves. Hanging from the crib like Christmas balls were myriad decomposing eyeballs, noses, tongues, ears, and garlands of skin, muscle, tissue, and fat. In a perpetual state of hungerless, thirstless jovial jihadic jubilance, the sister and brother shared a skull from which they drank an ambrosiac admixture of semen, vaginal fluids, and menstrual blood, speaking in unison between sips the following sonic sutra…

"Around a central axis of balance, harmony, equilibrium, symmetry, and homeostasis whirl the forces of creation, preservation, and destruction through states of rising and falling order and chaos. The essential supramundane pre and post-manifest abstractions of source-point, force, and form spiral cyclically to and from phases of ultimate simplicity and complexity within the unlimited expanse of possible and probable reality-fields resulting in the holographic perceived presence of an experiential universe. Mind is not a product of the brain but rather the brain is a product of the mind. A mind that is neither large nor small and is neither here nor there nor is it now, then, or yet to be. It is vast in its intricacy and self-illuminated. Everything experienced is a projection of it. In a certain sense, everything experienced is a poetic description of it. It is infinite and eternal, yet it wears the disguise of space and time. Its simplicity is obscured by its complexity and its complexity clarified by its most basic nature. It is unlimited in scope, yet bound by the limitations of that which is probable. It is in perfect balance, harmony, and equilibrium with imbalance, dissonance, and inequality. It yearns to divide its unity while simultaneously striving to unite its diversity with no signs of becoming anything other than what it is, always has been, and forever will be…Everything and nothing; Everywhere and nowhere; Forever and never. It does not appear, yet here it is right now revealing itself naked before us, as us, in all its incomprehensible magick and mystery. The scientist is at pains to describe it, the artist at pains to express it, the mystic is at pains to transcend it, and the magician at pains to be it. In short, it is YOU! Awareness aware that it is aware of its awareness of being aware that it is aware...understanding fully that reality is the illusion that there is an illusion of an illusion of reality! Mirrors inside mirrors...ad infinitum! Don't believe for even a split second that you are anything other than Divinity itself! Congratulations! You are God!”

...after which the Divine Siamese Twins of Inner Psiberia fell into a deep silence for more aeons than there are sands of the Sahara.