I, ZOMBIE!

I, Zombie! The Hungry Ghost.

How to Collapse EctoPlasma into Flesh?

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Catatonically frozen since time began,

my original Id begins to slowly Dawn;

Merlin, magical Child, my Holy Ghost,

now thawed by fire into rising Myst.

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I, Zombie, stuck in catatonic Whiteness,

must somehow condense this empty Myst;

concentrate Mind in the alchemical Still,

lift-up the Grail, hidden Vapor to reveal.

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De-mented, hungry for Blood and Flesh,

de-energized, in need of the Eucharist;

frozen in Limbo betwixt Earth and Heaven,

no longer a human, not quite an Alien.

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Stuck in ectoplasmical Mystification,

I need magic to perform Subjectification;

condense a cloud into Dew of Salvation,

Blood leavens the Flesh in my New Skin.

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With our imagination, Myst is diStilled,

quantum Condensate in a vacuum sealed;

abSolute Zero in the hermetic Mind,

in deep SpAce of God and the only Sun.

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A Zombie apocalypse overtakes society,

by way of dementia, drugs, spirituality;

we've reached the limits of a human brain,

the walking dead in need of resurrection.

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The answer becomes as clear as the Myst:

~ I put on the Robe of my Holy Ghost;

~ condense EctoPlasma into Holy Spirit,

~ collapsing the Wave into just one Point!

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Chaos, Spermata of the Paternal Seed,

archetypal Id in Mater to be unveiled;

Ocean and Foam of Allness Red~shifts,

Tria Prima fleshes-out our Fingerprints.

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Conjuring the Myst.

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We already perform magical spells,

cast ideas upon others and ourselves;

we are Magi learning imagination,

but Merlin is frozen until fire returns.

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Heat commences alchemical diStillation,

waving and pointing the Wand of Mind;

concentrating EctoPlasma into Blood,

leavening God's Flour into risen Bread.

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Shape~shifting into the Grail of Salt,

inside my Helmet my hungry Ghost;

the empty Myst is so full of potential,

but only if I can perform a miracle!?

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I, Zombie, have reached the very end,

of this human and fallen kingdom;

I, Merlin, stuck in the Netherworld,

Limbo, storage for our frozen gods.

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First I don the Helmet of Salvation,

enter the emptiness of Mystification;

put on the Robe of my Holy Ghost,

in order to condense~out Holy Spirit.

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EctoPlasm, Albedo red~shifts Rubedo,

the reddening Dawn of a Crescendo;

the Libation fleshes-out my Head,

my seminal Logoi of eternal Bread.

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Science says the Big-Bang appears

out of nothing! Me thinks White~Noise.

Something from nothing is fictitious,

there are Images in the Nothingness.

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Every Child is seeded with the Magic,

we can prove to ourselves by experience;

by way of art, intuition or inSpiration,

to breathe the Air of Pearly Heaven.

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So take-up a brush or Pen of dragon,

the feather for of a higher revelation;

sublimate Spirit, water~Vapor to Wine,

leaven the Dough of our Bread divine.

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Lower mind conjures rational thinking,

higher Mind conjures symbolic imaging;

magical rays of colours intoxicating,

dream~weaving inside Subjective Being.

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 From medieval period. Alchemist with Hermes' magical Wand.

Flour into Eternal Bread.

Heaven's Heave Resurrects a Child.

Archetypal Pulse Behind Motion.

Finally Holding the SpAce of God. 

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Green life aged to winter bones,

no elemental roles to act upon;

retirement is a contemplation,

to extract a Ghost by diStillation.

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Husk of id and e~motion's desire,

die by fire upon action and water;

stuck in Ashes and frozen Dust,

original Innocent to take a Breath!

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God the Baptist suffocates my ego,

I cannot feel or think in Limbo;

I'm now a Zombie post apocalypse,

in need of Salt, Blood and Flesh.

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How to start higher inSpiration,

inside my New Skin is the question?

A pure Act of will: concentration,

and Love's Pulse or Wave function. 

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I am regressed back to my Id,

I feel de-mented, simple Minded;

my empty Grail vacuum sealed, 

so full of Myst to be diStilled.

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I concentrate the Nothingness,

suffocating four lower elements;

fiery dragon evaporates water,

ideas disappear in a puff of Vapor!

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I must reconcile one more paradox,

stuck in the Stillness catatonic;

Dew has an inherent Wave motion,

how to diStill~out a Libation?

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Winged Helmet past Gates open,

needs Spirit to make a Soul shine;

EctoPlasma blushes~out a Subject,

Moon turns Bloody my Holy Ghost.

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Earth's Salt to Luna then Sol,

eternal Bread of the Individual;

Manna of Flour in God's Baptism,

four into One rebirthing I AM.

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First I focus Mind's Awareness,

innate concentration in the Salt;

Self-reflective and holographic,

Grail, Crucible and Font hermetic.

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Breathing in the everywhere Myst,

sheer clarity of Consciousness;

 the Id in Lucidity and Fluidity,

and the Stone of quantum Solidity.

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Zombie, so still inside my Still,

resting-in-Peace Stillness fills!

Observer holds God's Wavy SpAce,

the Myst condenses into a Pulse.

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