The Language of Heaven.

From Splendour Solis. Red King with golden Orb.

 The Language of Heaven.

Fire as a Tool for Forging a Soul.

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Forge an empty Grail hermetically sealed,

nature abhors a vacuum is our rule;

fill it with Wine of Spirit distilled,

Leaven for risen Bread baked in Mind.

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Lift-up the serpent by stoking fire,

dragon through death to rebirth will fly;

blackens, burns, creates, destroys, reddens,

teaches the stolen language of Heaven.

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Fiery intuition is a magical dialect,

refines the instincts into metallic Salt;

distils water into mercurial Wine;

with air forges our sulfurous Stone.

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Lexicon of symbolic intelligence,

Helmet of Salvation full of Quintessence;

thinking got us to the external moon,

Agni is the envoy to my internal Sun.

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Elemental ideas only last a lifetime,

memory and an ego identity formed;

Thoth is the god of eternal symbols,

the Tria Prima of three Mind Metals.

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Salamander frolics on the Tree of Life,

Burning Bush strung with starry Lights;

from Prima Materia of Dark Matter,

Spiritus blooms the Flower of fire.

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(part 2)

Antahkarana, the wormhole, black~hole, or channel betwixt 

the 4 elements and the Tria Prima Metals of Salt, Mercury and Sulfur. 

Logos, the Language of God.

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Stuck in Dark Matter of Prima Materia,

I feel blackened into regressed prementia;

must stoke the secret fire for my Crucible,

distil-out the Wine that enLovens my Soul.

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I'm in the wormhole of kundalini aflame,

my energy unchained longs to go Home;

four into Tria Prima by transubstantiation,

my tongue burns to conceive God's Notion.

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There's a black-hole inside every lost soul,

antahkarana, lit by the Lamp of the Grail,

Observer, offering-up the Moon's Blood,

leavening the Flesh made of the Word.

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Logos, the Language of God remembered,

immaculate Concept of the Uncreated;

ever Was, ever Is, forever Wills to Be,

Burning Bush of Seeing, seeing me Seen.

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The Big Bang of the Grand Observer,

Red~shifts a universal Wave and Lover;

reSonates a timeless ongoing implosion,

collapsing Subjective Solarization.

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Most Precious Gift of God (15th century).

The golden Homunculus emerges from baptismal Wine,

in the hermetically sealed Grail, Flower of Logoic Oneness.

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My Burning Bush of I AMness.

My Egyptian Per-Neter or "House of God",

Greek: Pyra-mid,  fire in the middle.

4 elements focally converged into the Point of Life.

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