We are Antinoopolis, those who believe, its stones are entrusted in our bodies, though we cover them with sand. Clear away these obstructions, adorn the thoroughfare of your chest with colonnades. Your ribcage will turn to Corinthian columns. Become again a flower of civilization in the middle of a barbarous desert.

Carve your gateways out of marble into triumphant arches, pave your streets with careful hands, and paint your walls with the colors of a personal heresy, where your saints are portrayed making scandalous gestures of benediction.

Hadrian built for us a road, the Via Hadriana, which stretches from the altar to the Sunrise. Antinous gestures for us to follow him to the "Reed Sea," there on it's shores, to leave our corruption behind.

Let your Library be full, that the philosophers will return to nest in your skull, like swallows, there to hatch new eggs among ancient shells. In the atrium of your thoughts burn fragrance before the image of Antinous, the New Hermes. Set the double headed python of perfect wisdom in his hand.

Your limbs embrace Antinoopolis, where bodily strength is sacrificed for his glory. Suffer the ritual of lifting worldly weights from the ground. Let the emanation of Antinous shine forth from your flesh, his suffering shall become yours, his beauty your flesh. Struggle against the burden of death, by the power of your own life force, lift up your self by your self, push your self away from the ground. Do this in memory of Him, and you will become Him.

Channel the sacred water of the Cosmic River into your walls, burst forth into a thousand fountains. Build a vaulted bathhouse, with an alabaster crater in the center, filled by an umbilical cord, and drained by the birth canal. There baptize yourself in the ever-renewing waters of His life. Make union with the edges of the cosmos, become the Star of Antinous floating in our galaxy. Release your mortality in these waters, and anoint yourself with holy oil. Let your corruption flow down the drain to the river, and back again to the sea from which it came. Here even the sewers are holy fountains.

Raise His Temple from the ground of your soul, adorn him with your most precious marble. All this time you've stood before him in darkness use the spark of your own living fire to light his candle, and he will in turn illuminate you. Brush away the clouds that cover the mirror of your soul, let his image turn you into living stone.

Antinous is a model and a guide, his body is the only map. Do not become only an admirer of beauty, but a perfect mirror. Do not merely seek to reflect his face upon your own, but find yourself in him.

Seek after Beauty in the world, beginning with people, find Antinous everywhere you turn. Assume the virtue of beauty into yourself, and find it all around. Love is the path, love is the yearning of the soul for the beautiful, love is a thirst for union with the Divine. Beauty is all pervasive, it ignites secret flames.

In any direction you point, the Universe stretches to infinity. The center of the cosmos is within us all. Astronomers tell us that the universe is expanding, that the stars are flying across space like a scattered flock of frightened birds, hastening towards utter darkness. Are the galaxies flying way from God, or towards him, or is God himself, ever-expanding? Or are these galaxies the ones they call the Archons, the fallen angels, ever in retreat from the throne of the most high? We are the center of all this drama, as far as any of us can really tell, the face of God, the true image of Antinous, is at the center of all our hearts.

Antinous says: "Split a piece of your soul and I am there, lift up your heart and you will find me there."

The old world, which kept us living in shame, is falling, and in it's wake self-identity in the world has no simple place in which to live. This is civilization as the philosophers hoped that it could be, humankind moving further and further away from barbarism.

This is the religion of Antinous. This is how Antinoopolis is rebuilt, from forgotten stones. Build your living walls out of grace. Shape and color Antinous with your hands explode with images of his face. Fashion him in this world, and he will in turn fashion you in his. Paint yourself into Antinous and he will become the brushstrokes.

Know that Antinous has a million faces, he is a multitude discernable only by a glimmer of fire. There is no end to the variety of Antinous, raise your Temple to this hidden God, who peers through dark curls of white marble.

Speak his name in all that you do, and listen to his call with your true ears. Come let yourself be rebuilt as living stones of the Spiritual City of Antinoopolis

This is the foundation the Temple of Antinopolis.

Knowledge of Antinous destroys the boundaries of Death and Rebirth, distaining the cause of shame and regret, seeking only to understand and accept, and then to love. The perfect wisdom of Antinous destroys hatred and conquers sorrow. The dark birds of shame, ignorance and self-deception fly away from our heart at the coming of His touch.

We who are called by name will sit by the side of Antinous, whose gentle, loving influence forces us to yield our lives to the brilliant light of truth.

Break away from the world and turn your eyes within, there you will see the stars. The city of Antinopolis, on the bank of the Nile, like the Star of Antinous on the shore of the Galaxy is a gateway to infinity. Pass from this world, through the many layers which imprison the soul, to the true center of the Universe, the Black Star.

Antinous overcomes the soul of any who remember His name and seek after Him. As He enters, all that was once mortal in the believer is burned away, until no resistance remains...but love. His Name will lift us up to self-deification. Death and bondage loosen their bolts at our approach.

This is your one life in this realm, soon you will leave forever. This is the time for love, joy, and celebration. Look around and see the face of God as he has revealed it to the world here and now, everywhere you turn you will see him. Know that you will never see it this way again. Be like a passerby, have understanding, and look with new eyes on the passing of your days. Have no worry about your destination, your place within the Bridal Chamber is assured. Let this mystery be your hope and desire, adorn yourself now for the coming of the Bride Groom. You will circle the cosmos for millions of millions of years by his side.

His paradise is a boat on a river...with a destination beyond the cosmos.

Antinous has triumphed over Death for us,
For Homosexuals and for our Salvation,
He has opened the gates of heaven.