Quantum Dreaming.

The King devours his son. From the Book of Lambspring.

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"God is a man-eater. So people are sacrificed to him."

(Gospel of Philip, Nag Hammadi Library) 

Quantum Dreaming.

Hermetic DiaLogos with a ManEater.

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I feel stuck in human consciousness,

emotionally charged thinker, banished;

driven by instinctual psycho-biology,

three elemental languages at play.

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How to transcend this immanence,

burn with a fourth tongue of spiritus?

Stolen fire of heavenly mythology,

if only we can learn its secret ontology.

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Symbolic imaging creates dreamscapes,

we are god-like Magi apprentices.

At night we paint the intuitive canvas,

with dreams of our personal myths.

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Fire and air in a hypnagogic dialogue,

ego is a mediator with my latent god.  

A diaLogos betwixt id and Executive,

heals the primordial bicameral halves.

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There before me, lord Saturn arises,

  the one who consumes consciousness;

Satan, Shaitan, the Luciferic Light;

if only I can bear this devourment!  

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Are you known by alternative names?

"Vulcan, psychosis, dragon, James!"

How will you return from banishment?

"By forging Metals from your elements."

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I offer-up my Grail for your long thirst.

"Blood is the Energy of water to Spirit."

My flesh grows old but yours never dies.

"For I AM the Sun, now you are my Eye."

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Egocidal Ashes of philoSophic rebirth,

in pregnant fire a Child crowns forth!

By apotheosis, an immaculate Concept,

one Word, Manna from quantum Christ.

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Grail, Wine and Bread, as a trinity,

alchemical wedding of holy Matrimony;

via the birth canal of double~slit Gates,

Sun and Moon in Monadic Radiance.

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Chronos/Saturn devouring his son. Francisco de Goya.

The primordial id of instinctual awareness, hidden in

darkness, is the bicameral Executive and potential King.

The Son, having entered the human world, gains consciousness

and redeems the fallen monster. The beast is crowned, the

id and Ideal reunified via consciousness: earth refined into

Awareness, water distilled into Wine, and air firing Bread.

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The hardest ones to forgive are God and ourselves.

(part 2)

In the Eye of the Cyclone, alOne.

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I feel libidinally de-energized,

stuck in neutral, depolarized;

must now make a vertical shift,

transcend this world of opposites.

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Metallic Salt of Salvation

forms my Grail of Observation.

How to raise it, up to the sky,

a Libation to the Sun on high.

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Maat's feather on the scales

determines if my own heart fails;

water is heavy, Wine is Spirit,

leavens a Soul into a Point.

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Alas, my Cup of Awareness

observes but sober emptiness;

wind blows in two directions,

unable to lift transcendent wings.

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Watery waves are hard to part,

how to lighten a heavy heart?

Blame, shame, fallen sinfulness,

dispelled by self-forgiveness.

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For all are One in the end,

in universal Mater no exception;

she can't red~shift unless I let go,

water up-ends into Wine aflow.

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Grail is the Lamp of Heaven,

lit with Spirit of enLovenment;

my eternal Bread of the Stone:

Awareness, Wisdom and Being. 

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