18th
century alchemical manuscript, Bibliotheque Des Sages.
Four elements are fire-forged into a
Vessel, Wine and triple Crown,
opening the third Eye of Subjective
consciousness.
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All words back into one Word “made Flesh”.
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Fiery unconsciousness focussed;
Subjective consciousness emerged;
the learned tongue of fire spoken,
black into white reddening Gold.
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The Word is fallen as four elements:
earthen id of our animal instincts,
body language acted-out viscerally,
thus making its point biologically.
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As human water it becomes Wine,
talking about feelings, communication;
and air of logical thoughts and ideas,
reading books and debating our peers.
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The Word of fire, stolen from Heaven,
returns by forging the triple Crown;
by way of art, creative writing, song,
lifting-up the Spirit by distillation.
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Secret fire endarkens a wormhole,
Hades' journey in the Underworld,
earth to white Ashes of metallic Salt,
the instinctual id baptized innocent.
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Boundary of a New Skin forged,
filled and energized with Salty Blood;
now the quantum Wave red~shifts,
leavening one Word made into Flesh.
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I feel intoxicated on New Wine,
inside my Helmet of Salvation;
born again, christened Homunculus,
Tria Prima of the Lapis Exilis.
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I feel like my flame is blown-out,
extinguishment by fire sublimated;
into three Metals transubstantiated:
Quicksilver, Mercury, Sulfur fixed.
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The immaculate Concept of one Word,
is the Burning Bush, Self observed;
three as One can see the One it is,
"I AM Who I AM" by apotheosis.
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The "seed of the Word" thus grows,
through four fallen language modes;
until it blooms the Flower of fire:
transcendent, Panpsychic Sun on high.
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And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us. (John 1:14)
A thoughtless Bubble memBrane (Grail) or New Skin,
filled with the quantum Wave of Wine or Moon's Blood,
collapsing a Point or discrete Bundle of risen Bread.
Logos.
In the Aftermath of an Apocalypse.
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What next, now that fire has burned,
gutted my life, my mind unlearned?
The world is still a projection screen,
but without a story to be explained.
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My empty Grail is reflected about,
but without desire or acting out;
four languages by fire re-translated,
into three Metals all compounded.
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A schizophrenic and bicameral mind,
stuck in the earth and polarized,
defies gravity by transcendence,
activates the microtubule entrance.
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A fiery wormhole in consciousness,
is the dragon of the apocalypse!
From Eden it climbs upon the Tree,
chthonic creature of my destiny.
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Green to Gold, id to the Ideal,
to reach the Star by way of trial;
pregnant fire is a secret tongue,
Logoic myth of the serpent~Sun.
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The Grail, hidden in the secret fire,
detected by a Batman in
the fiery
cave of the Netherworld. Neter =
Egyptian god. Pyra-mid:
fire in the middle. Lucifer,
the fallen "Bearer of Light."
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I feel contracted into a lower thought,
and burn to dispel this human doubt;
consciousness is a necessary con-fusion,
an ego mediating instinct and intuition.
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Confession unburdens the mind from sin,
the inevitable stains from being human;
instinct has to survive, feeds on others,
emotion manipulates, reason dominates.
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To break this karmic spell and wheel,
I must shift my wants to a higher Ideal,
lift-up the libido into universal Love,
gather my Manna from Heaven above.
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We search for the "one" inside others;
project our dreams onto perfect homes;
devour food like a Eucharistical feast;
rely on the world our lives to complete.
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Fire distils the Wine, bakes the Bread,
sublimates desire, inflates a new Head;
speaks the truth, baptizes all our sins,
forgives judgements, washes ego clean.
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The tongue sets us free by apotheosis,
fire is the process of Metalmorphosis:
refining the earth and evaporating water,
consuming the air and dispelling karma.
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A child strings together simple words,
the cat sat on the mat, at first surprises!
So too symbolic images conceptualized,
immaculate Concept of one Word bound.
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