Kingdom of the Serpent Gods.

And God told Moses, “Make a fiery serpent, 

and set it on a pole; and it shall be that everyone 

who is bitten, when he looks at it, shall live.” 

(Numbers 21:8).

Kingdom of the Serpent Gods. 

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Chthonic dragon of my own animal spirit,

began its objective life as earthen instincts;

trimorphic theosis across three kingdoms,

burning for Light of quantum Subjectivism.

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There's a paradox that cancels-out duality,

collapsing time's oscillation into a Unity;

Red Sea parted by the Caduceus of Moses,

the serpent "lifted-up" from the wilderness.

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"All is Mind", so sayeth the Hermeticum;

Mater's matter is fallen objectification;

mental matter is the last material bond,

energy changes on the staff of the spine.

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The end of this world is always quite nigh,

just a quantum leap into Heaven's sky;

by Jacob's Ladder immanence transcended,

zoomorphic apotheosis of the id Idealized.

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Mental patterns stuck in mind dispelled;

emotional glue cathartically discharged;

instinctual spirit of libido sublimated;

fire stoked into eternal Metals co-created.

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In this fiery madness of words aflame,

watery passion fuels my own crucifixion;

alchemy in the Crucible of silvery Mind,

leaden earth via Blood Moon into Gold!

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Die before you die is the message of Christ;

the Ophites encouraged the dragon to rise;

devouring itself from tail to top of the head,

horns into Crown by Subjectifying the id.

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(part 2)

Pan becoming Sol, a Self portrait. 

The Green Sun of All into One.

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I feel depressed, down the Black Hole,

the Wave of Mater swallows me whole;

drowning me into her Darkness divine,

awaiting the red~shift of water to Wine.

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I'm in my Helmet of Salvation sealed,

Salt from the earthen id evaporated;

no longer acting-out the All's dialect,

my animal spirit from Nature extracted.

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Universal Spirit of Pan, the Green Man,

is the Panpsychic force of life fallen;

I see him now before my silvery Eye,

as wind in the Bush immolates on high.

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Art abstracts out the biological id,

green wheat dies into golden Bread;

the seed is nurtured by Pan's language,

into an airy ego emotionally charged.

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Depression ebbs, water turns to Wine,

the Red Sea parts her Wavy Ocean;

fiery Ouroboros devours airy thinking,

into the Salamander's eternal Crown.

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It's not the ego who gets into Heaven,

but the animal spirit by sublimation;

the id made sublime becoming Ideal,

the winged Serpent-Sun of Pan into Sol.

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by Johann Brunnhofer (1752)

Inside the transcendent (winged) Mind of risen kundalini, 

the Salamander frolics in fire-become-Light.