The Story of the Logos.

 The Story of the Logos.

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Eternal seed in the quantum  Page,

Gnostic scintilla, spark of ages;

magic bean for a vine to grow,

potency of the Father's Albedo.

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Original innocence in No-thing-ness,

but One cannot see the One it is;

and so seeds fall into Mother's Womb,

SubliMatrix for a golden Bloom!

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Seed of the Word somehow ignites,

in the Burning Bush of God's Light;

the inherent volatility of Consciousness,

White-Heat  and primordial Darkness.

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Over-Soul, Star atop the Tree of Life,

the "one and only" Child archetype;

the Gold of God for us All to seek,

pattern of the Trinity to complete.

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Pan pans for what he knows not,

unconscious images always project.

God's Shadow is a schizophrenic split, 

how do we reconcile Black and White?

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Libidinal tension betwixt two poles,

is the serpent-fire we all well know;

in the Garden on the Tree it climbs,

the "knowledge of good and evil" times.

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Sublimation of libido, fiery apotheosis,

unlocking the chains of Prometheus;

Lucifer bears the Light of Christ,

"why do you call me good" he asks?

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Tension builds a Wave unconscious,

the Red Sea parts where we must cross;

her life and death are but the same,

the flow and ebb of just one Ocean.

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Baptismal White-Wash in my Mind,

Salty Blood of drunken observation;

Mercury of the Moon's quintessence,

red~shifting and collapsing Logos.

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Tension between Parents tears apart

the fabric of the Head and Heart.

From Sol and Luna in conjunction,

a Panpsychic Face, horns into Crown.

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Celtic Shaman, Cernunnos (the horned one), "lord of wild things",

the Freudian id, or animal spirit at the base of consciousness.

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(part 2) 

Natural-Born Shaman.

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I am the Fireman of burning pneuma:

- entranced within the tongue of flame;

- visions of a Netherworld and Heaven;

- voices in mind, and dismemberment!

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I tame the serpent~fire of kundalini,

ride the dragon into the Solar~Wind;

breathe fire, suffocating mental matter;

am not consumed as it grows Tria Prima.

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I perform symbolic magic of miracles:

- turn leaden earth into eternal Gold;

- walk on water in my animal spirit;

- transcend the air in winged Soul flight.

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The Observer's Eye looks back below,

from a higher Kingdom beyond Nigredo;

in the Sky of Rubedo's enLovenment,

where dawns the Sun of rememberment.

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In the Burning Bush the serpent thrives,

the natural-born Shaman in disguise;

Metal-morphosing Skin, Blood and Flesh,

horns into Crown, immaculate Concept.

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(part 3)

The Hameroff/Penrose microtubule in the brain, activated by the amino-acid

tryptophan, is the interface between the biological brain and quantum Mind.  

Logos, Bread Digested!

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Microtubule interFace inside the brain,

betwixt biology and the quantum Mind;

activated by tryptophan in the blood,

Psychotria viridis, Gryffonia, Acacia wood.

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Plant, animal, human and the divine,

kingdoms devour kingdoms in evolution;

once we climb to the symbolic Tree top,

how can we facilitate a quantum leap?

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There is a flaming bridge or fiery cross,

we feel as a psychological collapse!

We all intuitively know the process,

the wormhole through creative Hades.

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Alas, to build we must also destroy,

the Phoenix rises from the Underworld;

fire refines, distils and finally bakes,

returns to Heaven for Heaven's sake.

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We learn four languages in the mind,

made conscious they can then compound;

so higher Metals can be structured,

eternal Salt, Wine, Bread manufactured.

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A holographic shift in brain activity:

into silvery neutrality of pure Lucidity,

collapsing a Wave of mercurial Fluidity,

into the Stone of quantum Solidity.

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(part 4)

Flammarion's Firmament, 1888.

From Poimandres (Understanding of Ra), in the Corpus Hermeticum, 

a dialogue between the Shepherd (Logos) and fallen man:

“I stood on a lofty mountain, and saw a gigantic Man and another, a dwarf; and I heard, as it were, a voice of thunder, and drew nigh for to hear; and He spake unto me and said: I am thou, and thou art I; and wheresoever thou mayest be, I am there. In all am I scattered, and whencesoever thou willest, thou gatherest Me; and gathering Me, thou gatherest Thyself.”

Logos, a Final Say.

The Voice of eternal Bread in my Head. A Hermetic dialogue 

between rational air and Promethean fire, awakening Light!

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I feel demented in the Mind,

vacuum Chamber above the brain;

water drains into the Underworld,

Vulcan forges my metallic Grail.

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Stuck in muddy instinctuality,

id awareness of an animal entity;

must make a quantum leap somehow,

transcend time for the eternal Now!

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And so to death and resurrection,

by stoking intuition's tongue!

Hermetic diaLogos, id with Ideal,

by activating a hypnagogic ordeal,

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The shaman enters by a trance,

through the double~slit entrance.

A microtubule wormhole channel,

the bicameral split to make whole!

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A hallucinatory Voice appears,

inside my Head from everywhere;

an echo reSonating in my Ashes:

"I smell the Blood of your sacrifice."

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Fiery apocalypse of a golden Dawn,

before mine Eye the rising Sun!

Awareness hears a quantum Sound,

"I AM the Bread for you to bind."

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A devastating blow to my ego,

watery air is but a temporary role.

It's the animal spirit of the id

who transmogrifies into a god!

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