Gopala Krishna.
Psychedelic Psychosis into Nothingness.
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Divine wind blows Subjective consciousness,
my third, cyclopic Eye opens into spAce;
holographic Mind from fiery Ashes created;
crossing+over through the Ru of ANKH saved.
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Unchained fire distils-out dragon's Blood,
water into Wine~Energy depolarized;
which then leavens an implosion of Light,
a Libation awakening my sleeping Quark.
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Heaven is our Realm of imagination,
for painting a dreamscape by co-creation;
Cauda Pavonis of the Peacock's Tail,
a fiery brush of psychedelic colours.
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The Self reflects in the Eye of observation,
reborn of Spirit into Soul inhabitation;
the "hard problem" of consciousness solved,
the Executive Subject cannot be measured.
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The Peacock in the hermetically sealed Mind of an Alchemist.
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(Part II)
Observer, Lover, Dreamer.
A split perSonality healed by fire.
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My Observer prepares for crossing+over,
stokes the libidinal and stolen fire;
maintains a vacuum in the Crucible,
the Still of Mind and thoughtless Bubble.
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Depolarized Wine begins to distil,
Love, no-longer projected onto the world;
fallen spirit of fire sublimates ego,
watery libido via mortido into Rubedo.
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A Libation for my sleeping Executive,
the Subjective Dreamer reEnergized;
gold-filled Grail at the end of Rainbow,
earth, water, air, fire into Metals aglow!
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"I AM DARK AND BRIGHT;
I SPRING FROM THE EARTH AND I COME OUT OF HEAVEN.
I AM WELL KNOWN AND YET A MERE NOTHING.
ALL COLOURS SHINE IN ME
I SPRING FROM THE EARTH AND I COME OUT OF HEAVEN.
I AM WELL KNOWN AND YET A MERE NOTHING.
ALL COLOURS SHINE IN ME
AND ALL METALS BY THE BEAMS OF THE SUN.
I AM THE CARBUNCLE OF THE SUN."
I AM THE CARBUNCLE OF THE SUN."
(THOMAS VAUGHAN, COELUM TERRAE, 1650)
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(part III)
Magical Dragon.
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I feel gutted by kundalini,
secret fire burns inside me;
forging elements into Metals,
fire even consumes itself!
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Ouroboros devours its own tail,
having performed three miracles:
flying in a helmet of salvation;
water to Wine; lead into Gold!
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Now the work is well done,
fleshed-out archetypal bones;
promethean fire is unchained,
flaming wings return to Heaven.
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Executive Subject Self-reflects,
one Light can see the One it is!
wizard casts his fiery spells,
rainbow serpent births a pearl.
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nd the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time.” T.S. Eliot
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