GOD THE BAPTIST.

 The Ectoplasmical Dreamer.

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Enter the Dragon through Pearly Gates,

breathing not fire but a magical Myst;

Ouroboros returns as an alchemical King,

to conjure-up ectoplasmical Dreaming.

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The Ground of God is pure Subjectivity,

omniscient Mind and Page of plasticity;

but who can withstand enWhitenment,

"Cloud of Unknowing", apocalyptic Light?

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Baptized back into original innocence,

"I AM WHO I AM", Deus absconditus.

The Book of Heaven and eternal Sky,

Seed for a Language I must now apply.

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Just like thinking that we all had to learn,

powerful ideas from mind-stuff churned,

"as below so above" but with Intuition,

how to cast this Myst into Solarization?

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Quantum Subjectivism arises in the Seer,

White-Gold dawns inside my Observer;

Flesh and Blood of the Soul and Spiritus,

Pen, Nib and Ink for the higher Canvas.

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Quicksilvery Pendragon, horns to Crown,

can now start spelling the magic around;

pointing his tail and waving her wings,

 the co-creation of ectoplasmical dreams.

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Entranced by microtubule activation,

Percival in the Castle of imagination;

the plastic Myst of Dragon's Breath,

cooled from the fire of baptismal wrath.

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The MYSTERY of DREAMING.

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Stuck on the wrong side of the Gates,

but they are not locked, only White;

my dragon's breath brought me to here,

exhausted, burnt-out and stripped bare.

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Ouroboros devours itself to the bone,

baptized in this Page I write upon;

Grail holds the Space of the Canvas,

awaiting Dew, the Paint of Spiritus.

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Cleansed, bleached original innocence,

the Myst passes through Double~Slits;

quantum Ectoplasm for my Holy Ghost,

Dragon's Breath and Pearl of the Host.

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I'm through the Gates into the Mind,

God, Grand Observer and unborn One!

In my Mind Myst condenses as Wine,

and the Stone of Bread begins to shine.

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Apocalyptic Dawn of my Solarization,

Dragon performs a final transformation;

zoomorphic apotheosis put to the test,

ectoplasmical Dove of the Holy Spirit.

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Just like thinking but with Intuition,

the Mind of God is the Ground of Being;

quantum Subjectivism conjured-up,

the Language of Heaven fills my Cup.

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Casting the Spirit into coloration,

collapsing the Field, mythologization;

painting the Canvas, Lucid Dreaming,

the Rays of the Sun eternally shining.

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God the Baptist.

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I'm feeling depressed into the Ground,

my ego no-longer resists God's Mind;

Deus absconditus, the Light of death, 

I'm drawn to this Canvas like a moth.

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Dragon's Myst in the Burning Bush,

baptizes my human consciousness;

now all I can do is give up the Ghost,

de-energization into peace and rest.

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The Wrath of God is a strange ordeal,

id and ego psychologically unravel!

Elemental dialects de-ment undone,

Serpent consumes itself to the bone.

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All is One Light, the Mystery solved,

Flour and Spirit to leaven my Soul;

I'm whited-out yet the Grail remains,

Flour and Bread for Self~reflection.

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My Dragon's Cup fills with the Myst, 

the magical Breath forever to cast.

"Who does the Grail serve" on high?

Blood for my Lord to paint the Sky.

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God the Baptist is the ultimate test,

without a Page spelling doesn't exist.

There's no cosmic Sea without a Seer,

"Esse est Percipi" by a Grand Observer.

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Now I breathe the Myst of Avalon,

Grail filled with quantum Ectoplasm;

pure Mind~Stuff the Dreamer weaves, 

the Air of Heaven at the end of days.

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My spiritual hearth for warming my bones,

distilling Wine and baking holy Bread.

Ectoplasmical Myst of the dragon's Breath

for the Dreamer to weave.