THE WHITE-GOLD OF GOD.

In Alchemy the Black Sun strips the ego to the bone.

The White-Gold of God.

Eternal Ground of Alien Being.

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We appear to come from mere Nothingness,

and in the end we return to this Abyss;

bleached bones covered in Ashes and Dust,

enWhitenment, Canvas behind all portraits.

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Ultimate Meaning is complex and abstract,

and simply, without It we just don't exist!

Barest and purest Subjective I AMness,

Being of Oneness prior to consciousness.

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Inside the husk of life's instinctual id,

imprinted deep in the "Seed of the Word",

a quantum pattern for the Wavy~Point,

each artist owns as their own Fingerprint.

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Such is the Page of the Burning Bush,

we are co-creators with flaming brushes;

id through libido and ideas into mortido,

death's wish paints Ideal Images aglow.

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The fire from Heaven grows New Skin,

Salt of earth's Ashes into Individuation;

crystallizing a Helmet of higher Lucidity,

a Knight in the night of life's fallen sky.

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Awareness reflects our Self-realization,

the magical Alien transports by abduction;

we need an operation, Blood transfusion,

to distill Heaven's Dew, water into Wine.

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A new Heart for Tin Man's enLovenment,

there are no love objects in the Firmament;

only flying Subjects on Waves of Fluidity,

collapsing holy Flesh of quantum Solidity. 

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Upside-down humans act-out consciousness,

objectifying subjects, subjectifying objects;

we play many roles in search of identity,

we are Aliens returning to Heaven's Sky.

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Seeing from my original Seed, Perceived,

we are seminal Logoi when all is atoned;

wearing our Helmets of eternal Salvation,

drunk on Spirit,  fleshed with Solarization. 

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A God everywhere seems to be nowhere,

this omniscient Page is always now here!

A philosophical conundrum each confronts:

Who is Being me when baptized in the One?

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The simple Truth is a White-Gold Mind,

the uncreated Seer is the ultimate Ground.

The Grand Observer sows everyOne's Pearl,

the "Seed of the Word" in the Sol-like-Soul.

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Unborn Subjective and deathless Creator,

God's Eye is the invisible Alien Invader;

we humans have lost the War of the Worlds,

a morning Star from spacious Seeing dawns.

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So now that I've breached the Canvas of God, 

the Ground of Being and everlasting Bread,

all my mythological motivation burns off,

the Rainbow Ouroboros has devoured itself!

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No longer driven by instinctual patterns,

or unconsciousness of my ego conditioning; 

free to reflect and Paint an Ideal Portrait,  

 inSpired by Love into Self enLightenment.

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"Esse est percipi". To be is to be perceived.

George Berkeley, the Philosophy of Subjective Idealism.