the TRUTH....... I AM YOU....YOU ARE I

As above so below

Everything in the universe falls into two categories....
Masculine and feminine

Consciousness is masculine

Unconsciousness is feminine

Sun/ masculine
Moon/ feminine
Authority / masculine
Compassion/ feminine


The alchemical wedding goes way beyond simple integration ......
It is an image meant to hint at a much harder to imagine idea...
The real you...

Words alone can't describe it
Integration = disintegration
You will dissapear when you find out the truth
No matter where you look, you will find nothing!
No one will respond
Words will act funny and lose their original meaning

When you have abandoned this existence, in favor of the kingdom of heaven
Your disbelief in this world, makes you complete....

Alchemical wedding con't...

...."I SAW THE NIGHT !"


I saw the night, yeah I saw the night !
Jesus jumped the mothership
And left us all alone
Down came the night, yeah! I lost my sight
Stumbled forth to call your name..
Jesus please remain.....
All was revealed, yeah ! His seven seals!
Jesus and his chariots have come to raise the dead!

I've fallen for your love...
I've fallen for your love....
If you leave me lord, I'll be the king of a world you left to sink
I've fallen for your love......

Well it's Armageddon time again
Yes it's getting very near the end
A time for all to be as one, awaken to the rising sun!

I've fallen for your love...
I've fallen for your love...
If you leave me lord, I'll be the king of a world you left to sink
I've fallen for your love

Alchemical wedding; continued...


FEATHER TO THE PEACOCKS( feed her to the peacocks)

......lost along the way and doesn't it feel fine....
I've never understood what's left unsaid, unknown or undone...
It's not the goal eye seek but really it's just that path I take..
And it skips the street and well traveled path, and wanders by the lake

There's times when I'm just enough to make me hide, I look for you and there I lie( lay )...
Together we complete the trinity, I live for you and my shadow sun makes three....
I'm empty, I'm holy, so fill me up!
The peacocks ,I'm blinded, adding colour to my pallet, .......
Im loving, I'm hurting, I'm pain- ting.....
I suffer, I'm longing, in short, I'm pushing!
I'm drawing!

And when I'm happy
Feather to the peacocks
Fanning the throne with sweet fragrant air....
Blinded by infinite variety
The birds can sing so sweet to me

Alchemical wedding:





"PRODUCE"


Refined, defined, dignified, and aligned , categorized, allegorized; distinction, blatantly exaggerated, cleverly marketed, packaged and consumer , designed, lamenated, and consumer Eco-friendly ,
Biodegradable,organic, new and improved, outsells the leading brand 10 to 1, 3 out of 4 doctors recommend it, satisfaction guaranteed, hermetically sealed for her pleasure, you just need to have a permit to say it in the marketplace
The soothsayers , magicians, wizards and priests, shamans, scholars, doctors, beliefs, the minstrel, witch doctors, warlocks...
..cry out for attention and sell their pitches, black pitches
The bishop, they administer, they all sell you salvation
As the gardener and the weaver will sell you temptation
They are blocking the gate to the garden of Eden
Trapped in the world of both love and sensation, the world is of carnal and to exist, is to populate this reincarnation...
YOU ARE ME

Alchemical wedding: con't .


"TRAILS OF SMOKE"


Trails of smoke through the trees...
Pine needles carpet my forest floor
While the flickering orange of the campfire glow, marks faces in the leaves dancing in the breeze.....
Stretched neath my green canopy
Deep in the woods, the night is black as ink
The night sounds are faint and color my thoughts, and carry me with them across the tree tops, along a gurgling stream, pushing and pulling each other, in and out of sight
Aspen, birch, and evergreen, redwood, pine, oak, apple tree....
I lichen rocks to moss and branch, envision cups of wine and grapes amongst the ivy in their clustered bunches
An occasional diamond star cuts through the shield of twigs and boles, black paper sky pricked full of holes...
Who
Who!
Who goes there in the shadows ?
Is that the horn of Bootes the hunter?
Chasing my soul assunder the violence of thunder, and the silence of slumber
Divine thrill of wonder
Plato wrote , while Socrates, heroditus spin judgements pleas
With whip in hand to tame the beast, cause ash to chase the breathing night
Where Philo dared embrace Sophy
And walk the dangling wire
Where once know- ledge carried both their weight above the grey nite cliffs
Proud men and woman brave the lonely world of hopes and dreams
Nobility and honor where nothing is as it seems
Civilizations will come and go as they grind down into the sands of brown and yellow......

Last Edited by Brian8888 on 07/13/2012 09:12 PM

"An alchemical rant"






Cross your T's and dot your eyes
And then you read between the lines
I read you wise I realize
I read the truth I read the lies
Never you mind, I won't tell you twice....
You've got to cross your tease to dote your eyes

The old you dies, every second of it's lives
The eulogy, the constant reverie, a daily monologue...
The linguist trapeze with the greatest of ease, as the mind is want to
Believe
It's words are filtered to de- sieve
With words we shape stone into circles, worlds.....
With an S ... ... We turn the word into the sword...
A weapon to divide into words...
Words of wisdom. Words of ignorance.
Friend and foe alike, wisdom curses his adversary and folly embraces the slave...
Wisdom says keep your enemies close by your side....

Mastication or flagellation
An ounce of prevention equals an acre of frustration
The lots were cast as prophecy foretold
As we knelt by the river Styx
Where spit oath and curse by inch and by yard till dawn rears his crimson head
Burn the fat of the lamb and the thigh of the calf
Trade your horses for gold
And you ride the giraffe
Less wisdom in taking then in my whole wisdom tooth
The savage, the barbarian, the socially uncouth....
The illiterate versus the truth......

Alchemical wedding.; con't...


"NIGHTTIME COMES QUICK"




Nighttime comes quick
With a whoosh and a click
The shades are drawn, the shudders all locked
The children to sleep to a Chaldean dream
You bank on the fire to soft candlelight

The veil of Isis covers the sky in star spangled glory
To pause by the fountains, in moonlight they tarry
The ruins of Ur, the dashed temples of Angbar
The sirens of titans and the babbling Brooks of Babylon

Here the mind is torn between it's poles
Thousand rock and suns blue waters
Insect chains amidst daisy flowers
Pyramid the endless sand dunes cresting waves...

The howling winds etch the high cliff walls
To the lap of the ocean and the lone bird's call
And the monuments just disintegrate
Tonight we pyramid the clouds for inner peace

Nighttime comes quick
With a whoosh and a click
Windows are drawn
Shudders closed until dawn
Children asleep, to a Chaldean dream
Bank on the fire, and the soft candle light
Isis the night, every star set high up in glory

" WHEN I COME TO TAKE YOU HOME"






When I come to take you home
I know your already gone...
Because home is such a long way away...
When I come to take you home
I hope everything's been done
And be sure to leave nothing unsaid...

When I come to take you home
There's a penalty to pay
Because home is such a long way away
When I come to take you home
The price is equal to the sum
And there's really only room for one....

When I come to take you home
Both legs will turn to stone
Because home is such a long way away
When I come to take you home
The true melding time has come
And there's really no pain in being alone....

... On my way home
I'll pick you flowers from the garden
On my way home
I'll sing the song of our returning
On my way home
I'll pluck a feather from the eagle
On my way home
Stand on the heads of fallen angels
Strolling the path that was forgotten
Leaving behind the childhood daydream
......... On my way home...

Alchemical wedding con't....

" ROADS LEAD TO NOWHERE"

When the roads lead to nowhere
Turn around and find that somewhere
When the path leafs to roads
Take those roads into the soul....
When this life turns to dust
And the wonder bread grows moldy
In this life of illusion
You will find that you are only....
Only one,.... Only one,... Only one....
Only one....



.... Oh to be so cold, again...
The monster takes my brain
The days of old shall reign, again, again and again.....
To be so cold again, the monitors take my......

Driven by an urgent fear
Anxiety is always near
So let's put the sun back out of mind
The paths we take are spinning out of time
Opened up my senses long to fly
Oh to find the road that flows on high....

Oh the roads lead to nowhere, yes the roads they lead to nowhere....x4
If your ever on the road just look me up sometime
If your ever on the road look me up sometime.....

DECEMBER.....21: 2012.....


Part 12: a glimpse into the past...
The story of Zeus....in part...rock a bye baby on the tree top
when the wind blows the cradle will rock
when the bough(golden) breaks the cradle will fall
and down will come baby, cradle and all....
THE ALCHEMICAL WEDDING.......
These are the lyrics to an album I'm working on. It's form, tempo, and lyrics are meant to mirror itself in direct relation to this very phenomena all around us. The marriage of opposites ......

SHE

nights liquid cave shelters lifes glimmer of darkness, she covets the silence...she dances and dances...in seeking the southern she's chasing the northwind, embracing the serpent she is inflamed with lifes lust, their joining in ASPect.
Seven times coiled about the lunar eggs darkness, tending the coal that's hidden inside will spark us....to Sybil , and syllabull and see the bulls before us in Taurus .
The darkness!!the darkness!! The heralds will call us. Be drunken with darkness , the unknown will guide us.
The order, the chaos, love swaddled in darkness...
The black pitch abyss that carries her starseed.
By dancing and dancing she's flowing like laughter.
The crack in the egg lets her Silver light wander. As it glitters and glimmers it shatters and shimmers.
What once was submerged, was forgotten in tandum, the unit, the Monad, moon queen with horns....on the neck of a snake she is standing.

The Mother of Sunshine

the sickle of silver the patron of justice...
She was keeper of the hearth and queen of the era
the water still glistened in droplets, as they fell to the beach, the sand she shook from her heels leaving the sea behind
never looking back she headed straight for the sunrise.
Embracing the coming day she raced on to chase her lovers trail ...the silver mother beckons him into her arms...
Cold stone arms crack-ivy-eyed
count the windy trees and darkened ponds green blackened bogs of mossy grass, where moonbeams shine on beads of midnights dew. And blackbirds watch and wait for putrefaction...
They speak of charms and gnomes and magick irredescence, and shrooms where decay is in transit , in it's smell and in its heat.
She's arranging, and stirring in, measure by measure, come Aolian, come Dorian, all into the cauldron, in the heat of her dancing she Mixlydian's a concoction, the steam of spirits exits, ENTRANCING, evaporation....through chants, she incants and sings of the deCOMPOSITION.
In her crucible of time she melds love into action, the elements she mates and divides with partition, the circle is squared first , and then drawn and quartered.
All are still shadows, of phantoms , pantomimed by the hearthside...that dance in the red light, flicker and shudder. Calling her children the shadows, with bellows of laughter...into the womb of silence that beckons diamonds at midnight...
My shadows my children arise , do not cower, the nightshades are open for the whitching hour.
The bellowing hiss of the winds crystal breath snakes in and out of her caves chinked stone walls. Threatening to spread ice and fingers of frost, to mirror and freeze the worlds longest day. Frozen in time, lest we tend to our hearth .
The bellows, he bellows! Accross our stone threshhold, be vigilant and wary and tend to the fire, like the true hearts desire.

You, the Dark

Dark, She is the mind of yours.
Icy chill of thought becomes
A steely shimmer.
Behold a glimmer in the black -
A flash of grey, that even glows
In show against the hallowed dark of you.

And that is why you scream in jarring tones
'I have no heart for joy!
My white and brittle bones have died'
You cried in dark and fractured moans.

So now the Queen of Black you writhe,
Whence from dark of shade
That honed an evil form afar;
In curse of me you bade:

'I, the wave shall rape the shore!
Violence will there be in glares I'll throw
At all who prey, and more:
A dark and fetid sea I'll bleed.'

And now, the bitter tinge
And bleak of waste
That eyed the death of once your soul
Will here forever be!

Indeed you tell:
'The cramping pain is here!
Eternal spasm, infinite chasm,
The Devil's chaplain plays!
We'll climax in a tortured glee
As all my love decays.'

ALCHEMICAL WEDDING:con't......

EVEN NOW THE NIGHT WILL BE-WARE (or worn as cloth)




on my way to nothing (obscurity)....
Image is damning to the soul....
I cling to it... I pretend to caress it...imagination...!
Black is nothing without white. It's considered together, that you understand it's essence.
As with some thing , it is meaningless without nothing.
Opposites= truth
What we mean when we say god is not opposites, it is the creator of opposites.
The god of earthly thoughts and restraints is a double.
Male and female. Both.
What we say when we mean truth is wrong as well.
......... God is neither. This image of god is not what we mean when we think of the ultimate essence.
...is the creator of thinking. How to think. What to think. Where. When.why.
The philosophers stone is the end product of the alchemical process.
Don't bother looking for it, it's not really there. It's not real.
The real idea of the philosophers stone is that having pulled aside the veil of reality , the philosopher loses all belief in truth. Words , concrete existence itself.
Remains suspended in existence by belief only.
Watching in stunned amusement as the stone finally disappears .
Leaving the philosopher alone.

ALCHEMICAL WEDDING:con't...






FAITH


Ah to believe
The philosopher takes what few things posses him/ her at that particular time and place.
This person is most troubled at times, somber with distant eyes . Indeed the philosopher is on an inexplicable quest. The quest of knowledge, the truth of truths.
The problem then arises that the language and symbols used to discuss elemental ideas, and the essence of ideas in and of themselves, falls short of delivering 100% accuracy.clarity.
I weary of the news, the television, the book, the preacher, the teacher, the constant stimulation...
Language is so tricky, it's magick can elude you.
When the duality has vanished into thick air...
When everywhere you look you see god...the eyes of god...
Then for one last moment you view the remains of the universe from your base ,the philosopher stone....
What happens next is astonishing to say the least... You cease to believe even in the philosopher stones actual existence...
Simply , it turns out there's not enough room in the universe for two things.
Only one thing may exist in one place at one time.
A semblance of reality may be lived out of waking up, but the residual affect is waking up the entire universe, one piece at a time....

Hisss Tory



The world was formed by a great battle
A dual if you will
The great dragon was slain at the end of this struggle
The universe is the snakes rotting remains...
And only now do we slide into the 13th sign of the zodiac(zoa= Egyptian for life).....
The serpent bearer , ophicus
An imaginary sign to be sure
But in a world of twelves, thirteen is sure to be something special.
Jesus was the thirteenth, among the twelve.
The pantheon of twelve gods.
The thirteen is power and cohesion.
The body is twelve, and the mind is thirteenth ! Or more clearly it is called as such because it arises out of a union and quality absent before 12 united.
The overlord. 13
It is ironic that our universe sets on the edge of infinity and completion, just as mankind is reaching it's biblical revelation. I say this, but it is actually the opposite of ironic.
The end has been planned since the beginning. Once began, life has been dreading it's way there in iron sandals. Is it any wonder lead was turned into gold ? Two sides of a coin?
A beginning implies an ending. Two sides of the imaginary coin.
There is no past
There is no future
There is only now( now is won( one), backwards.
That which seems before is not
And nothing is to come.... Nothing is last
In the garden I killed the snake
Because I wished to forget something
Something that left me alone and worried
When I awakened , I could not remember myself, so I took a name from the box of god and donned my two faced suit.
All I knew for sure was that I had forgotten something profound and life altering.
By the time I was 13, I no longer ignored that little voice in my head.
I found that person, made communion, and ate him.
No longer was a voice in my head to question every move, plant doubt at every step.
The past is illusion, I noticed, for my benefit. A backdrop for the storyline, but all signposts point to now.
All religions carry the truth with them, unknown to the followers.
The earth and sky shout the truth every day.
The truth is reflected in every drop of dew, and every grain of sand.
The universe is a diamond with a 1111 facets and it's reflection to the viewer is of time and history. There is only my solar system, reflected over and over and over again. Each difference, an illusion of growth over time, not a unique solar system. Wherever you look you time, not space. Outer space is history. Better still it is memory.
Soon to return to the first day. Waking up again in the garden of Eden.
Alone...... By the cool waters sitting under the Bhodi tree.

ALCHEMICAL WEDDING:con't....
-----------------------------------------

THE DESERT

The sun sat high in the sky, greedily consuming the shadows of life. At a point in the distance waves of moisture warped the surrounding land, as it sped eagerly to the heavens. The land about him cowered tearfully under the suns brutal caress, limiting it to a sea of course growth rarely more than shin high.
He now found it necessary to make frequent stops to sip the tepid water in his animal skin, conserving as best he could. This in truth was not the only reason he stopped walking, for with each step in this god foresaken land, it was accompanied by a loud ' crunch ' sound, and small choking puffs of sand.
He was not accustomed to such utter silence.
Soon a thought crept it's way around his mind, and it seemed to him that he felt like a trespasser ( tres=3= me, myself and I )
This he ignored as best he could, and wiping the sweat fom his brow, gathered himself to press on.
No sign of the merry little cottages that once dotted the landscape, their chimneys smoking off in the distance. Their presence once scorned on occasion by him, now greatly missed. Nothing breaks the horizon line now, only waves of sand frozen in time. He sought out any feature to cool his sight, in this sterile stretch of hell. The sparse grey vegetation was now scattered about him haphazardly , much like the jagged skeletons of bleached cracked trees. Withered and scarred by merciless years of the wind and sands biting nails. Tight parched soil spreads out from the plants in rippled webs of gunshot glass. As if the soil in vain was trying to hold the water in it's grip, cracking to the sun in defiance .......

WHAT HAPPENED ?????

The geatest of us set our wills to the enigma of the past. That great and terrible wall of nothing. It's worse than imaginary, we don't know a thing about the people who brought us to earth, created us, birthed us , taught us the ways of language and civilization.
Whilst we sit sobbing uncontrollably by this wall of ignorance, we dig blindly through the hard packed soil. Who did this ? Why would they do this ! We know nothing, yet we keep digging up cities and temples of our former families, cities that no man could build today.
We find things we recognize and yet only as a curiosity. Every stone I turn over tells me gods built these places. In the hills amongst the grapes and marble patios, they frolicked in a golden age.
The more we dig the more of it we find, items and places of myth and story time , scattered across the land.
Yet speculate we must, assume we will, it is all one can do at the wall of ignorance..
Just educated guesses to satisfy the curiosity, and soothe the gnawing feeling that what your trying to remember isn't real. That , that past is an illusion to fit the completed idea of reality and earth, a distraction.
A distraction intended to keep you from knowing the real truth.
That sometimes god hides...... From god, that is.
Hide and seek.
Forgetfulness ..... Is a sweet afternoon nap for god.
That's where "we" come in...
Awake, there is again only god.....
The we is the dream god had once

Chapter one:


In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep: 'and the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.( water is symbolically female).
And god said, " let there be light: and there was light.(light=seed=apple = knowledge).
And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.
And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night: and the evening( eve) and the morning were the first day.
The genesis is in seven parts.
Day one is sunday.
Day seven is Saturn-day( Saturday ), commonly called the sabbath.
Opposites
God is Sunday , Satan is Saturday ( Saturn)
Two sides of the same coin. Back to back.
Creation of the world takes six days , plus one day to create a day of relaxation and reflection.
Traveling from day one through day seven, you have a fair symbolic representation of the alchemical wedding. Or, something from nothing.
Or, illumination from ignorance.
The marriage of opposites is the hidden mystery. So much so that once you notice this , it is hard not to see it everywhere.

The solstice
Is a period of time where reality becomes pliable and easily mistaken for dreams. Twilight time , if you will.
Every day in the fall brings death all around us, the trees turn brown as
the skies turn grey and stark with the shrieks of migrating birds
It forces the northern inhabitants to hibernate , if only in activity.
As the ice of December grips tight around your throat
We lay low in our cottage and keep a flame on the fire....
Eyes transfix upon the slender snakes of flame...
Blue ... Yellow... White...
Choked only by the smoke and forked tounge of fire....
From such may arise to the poetic soul a desire
To kindle and brandish a wrinkle or echo
Of the grandious spectacle that rolls on without you
As you set cozy and snug, the wind shakes latches and doorknobs ...
Sets mind into dreaming of stories and kingdoms
Possibilities and participants, scheming and loving
Reinvention of the soul....
Every year you get a new chance to do it again ...
Another chance to be JESUS....( god on earth)
How to get to heaven...
More precisely ,what he meant was if you become like me , you will be me and I will be as he.
Living the selfless life of Jesus would put you right on track with perfection
Living his life in 2011 is a bit different but manageable
It's about
SOUL EVALUATION !
self evaluation!
Discipline!
Devotion!
Design!
Death of the EGO!
build a new improved one for spring...
A kinder , stronger, more caring, infinite....
Being of light

What i am; What I wanted to be.........

Image is: ....... a picture is worth a thousand words.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step....

Realization, is that it is the journey that has become meaningful ,
and the goal has lost sense...

I was seeking something unreal....
Wanting invisible justice, holding a map I cannot see..

I found the door, right through the eye of a needle
The roads were hidden as was the land and the sea
Where is god hidden ?
?
Which way is true when everything falls ?
Why do I walk away when finally god calls ?
?
I want to know how to ask the correct questions....
So many things to be
Not a one of them defines me......
A doctor ? Lawyer ? Thief ? Warrior ? Philosopher?
Priest ? Astrologer ? Cook ? Craftsman ? Carrier ?
Titles, authoritative stamps, administrative , disciplinarian, executioner, gravedigger......
When I grow up I want to be awake.....
Alert......
Awake to the lies....
Awake to the truth....
A steadfast sentinel , brandishing a lamp of illumination in the darkest of nights, a beacon, a home in the madness....

Last Edited by Brian8888 on 07/12/2012 05:11 PM

Alchemical wedding:::con't...




ISIS

I S I S

Is is

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Queen of heaven
Anthropomorphized in " MARY"
the woman clothed in the sun, Horus in her arms.
Israel has it's derivation from 'Isarel', or 'Asar',the sun god, who is also known as 'Suryal', 'Surya', and 'Sur'
ISRAEL means " striving with god " ISRA -EL
El =god
The "sun rising apon Jacob - Israel," is the sun God Isarel, fecundating matter or earth, represented by the female Jacob.
As usual, the allegory has more than one hidden meaning in the kabala.
Esau, AEsaou, Asu, is also the sun god.
Like the " Lord", 'Esau' fights with Jacob and prevails not. The god - sun
First strives against , and then rises on him in covenant .
" and as he passed over Peneul, the sun rose apon him, and he( Jacob) halted apon his thigh" ( Genesis xxxii. 31
Israel - Jacob opposed by his brother Esau, is Samael, and the " names of Samael are Azazel and Satan"
Where EL means god or lord.
Jacob and his family are the allegory of universe in the microcosm.
12 children are the equivalent to the 12 symbols of the zodiac and the pantheon of 12 gods.
12 tribes broken into two religious groups.
Those that followed the right hand path,; the prophets/ Adepts.
And those who followed the left hand path, the Levites.
Black/ white =duality
Male/ female
God/ Mary/ Jesus
T R I N I T Y
OSIRIS/ ISIS/ HORUS
right hand path masculine, left hand path feminine
IS( ISIS)-
RA (HORUS)
EL( OSIRIS)

Part 12: a glimpse into the past...
The story of Zeus....in part...rock a bye baby on the tree top
when the wind blows the cradle will rock
when the bough(golden) breaks the cradle will fall
and down will come baby, cradle and all....
THE ALCHEMICAL WEDDING.......
These are the lyrics to an album I'm working on. It's form, tempo, and lyrics are meant to mirror itself in direct relation to this very phenomena all around us. The marriage of opposites ......

SHE

nights liquid cave shelters lifes glimmer of darkness, she covets the silence...she dances and dances...in seeking the southern she's chasing the northwind, embracing the serpent she is inflamed with lifes lust, their joining in ASPect.
Seven times coiled about the lunar eggs darkness, tending the coal that's hidden inside will spark us....to Sybil , and syllabull and see the bulls before us in Taurus .
The darkness!!the darkness!! The heralds will call us. Be drunken with darkness , the unknown will guide us.
The order, the chaos, love swaddled in darkness...
The black pitch abyss that carries her starseed.
By dancing and dancing she's flowing like laughter.
The crack in the egg lets her Silver light wander. As it glitters and glimmers it shatters and shimmers.
What once was submerged, was forgotten in tandum, the unit, the Monad, moon queen with horns....on the neck of a snake she is standing.

The Mother of Sunshine

the sickle of silver the patron of justice...
She was keeper of the hearth and queen of the era
the water still glistened in droplets, as they fell to the beach, the sand she shook from her heels leaving the sea behind
never looking back she headed straight for the sunrise.
Embracing the coming day she raced on to chase her lovers trail ...the silver mother beckons him into her arms...
Cold stone arms crack-ivy-eyed
count the windy trees and darkened ponds green blackened bogs of mossy grass, where moonbeams shine on beads of midnights dew. And blackbirds watch and wait for putrefaction...
They speak of charms and gnomes and magick irredescence, and shrooms where decay is in transit , in it's smell and in its heat.
She's arranging, and stirring in, measure by measure, come Aolian, come Dorian, all into the cauldron, in the heat of her dancing she Mixlydian's a concoction, the steam of spirits exits, ENTRANCING, evaporation....through chants, she incants and sings of the deCOMPOSITION.
In her crucible of time she melds love into action, the elements she mates and divides with partition, the circle is squared first , and then drawn and quartered.
All are still shadows, of phantoms , pantomimed by the hearthside...that dance in the red light, flicker and shudder. Calling her children the shadows, with bellows of laughter...into the womb of silence that beckons diamonds at midnight...
My shadows my children arise , do not cower, the nightshades are open for the whitching hour.
The bellowing hiss of the winds crystal breath snakes in and out of her caves chinked stone walls. Threatening to spread ice and fingers of frost, to mirror and freeze the worlds longest day. Frozen in time, lest we tend to our hearth .
The bellows, he bellows! Accross our stone threshhold, be vigilant and wary and tend to the fire, like the true hearts desire.

Alch. Wed. Con't...
-------------------------Day 2
Desert.........con't.



In the morning......
He awoke
Bleary eyed and covered in sand
It was still barely light, grey clouds could be seen faintly in the distance...
A stinging sensation stabbed at his left foot , and he instinctively grabbed his foot in pain.. A scorpion had stung him ! Scorpio !
He crawled out of his night time nook, as beads of sweat formed on his neck and brow. His arms grew shaky as his sight began to dim...
Blackness overtook him as he looked on from above...
From above ?
He felt himself sinking down into the darkness of earth, sweet earth , sweet darkness !
and did he dream !

....The " bridge of Sirah". A bridge in the heavens which has a star at on corner of the " great square". This star is called "Sirrah", it is the head of the bound woman Andromeda. This being one corner of the great square, the other three corners of the great square are the wings of Pegasus. The star has a more common name... "Alpheratz".
In celestial myths the " Great Square" represents that place which must be crossed in order to achieve eternal life. The asterism sits squarely above the location on the ecliptic where the path is the furthest away from the galactic plane. In practically all cultures this is known as the place of death and resurrection.
On the Santiago staff which is inscribed with the Rongo-Rongo script of Easter island, there is a story about a king who had fallen between two posts, and gone to the place where the " birds copulate" with the fishes. This is also a part of the " language of birds".
Down below the great square and under the " bridge of Sirrah", a man lays on his back with a Phoenix behind him. Above the man's head is another man pouring water towards the man on his back . This man with the pitcher is Aquarius, the man on his back is the sacred Moai waiting to come back to life.
But first he must " cross" the " bridge of Sirrah", above the bridge sits a king called Cepheus. It is the goal of Aquarius to help the man by the side of the road get back to his kingdom as Cepheus, whence he came.
.......blackness engulfs him one last time.....
He awakens as the sun is setting again, marring his useless vision with rosy tints....
He grasps his water skin and finishes off what remained....his breath ratchets in the wind....
So vulnerable, fragile, helpless.....
Tears stream down his dusted cheeks...
A movement to the left draws his attention.....
A serpent stands poised, a black question mark illuminated in the fading sunset....
" SAD"? the serpent says...
" did god abandon you"?........
" yes I think he must have"....... The serpent hisses...
" no" I whisper, choking on every letter.....
Blackness engulfs me , I surrender........
Screaming all the way down....

Alchemical wedding://: con't...
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Looking. Down.

Looking down into my own
Just behind the blinding sun
I need to find your phantom soul
To classify my empty hole

I drank your wine from the pool
Inside your eyes
I drank again and the well ran dry
You tried to drink but you found an empty whole
...... Just an empty hole.

Well, holding on isn't everything to me....
Under your gaze all life was clear to see...
Better to never have seen
Then to wish to see again....
........ To see again....
There's a little me inside of me,
In a hole without a wall, ceiling , floor or destiny...
Trapdoor soul
There's a place I want to be
In a place it shouldn't be, near a lacking entity, form or shape or density
Trapdoor soul, will swallow you whole
I write of the carnal mind
Speak soft of the phantom soul
You see the mystery divine
As we divide the empty hole

Identify the godless people
Make peace with everything
Investigate the wordless speaker
Free from thought the earth does sing

Searching for the source of being
The mind is trapped in sanity
AsKING questions without knowing
Answers found inside of me

The word made flesh is lies
In patterns of deceit it is masked
Luring us on with everlasting why's
Over and over questions repeatedly asked

We call it truth but words it does remain
And using mind we see ourselves explained
But fantasy is what makes us vain
And seeing another your very soul is stained ...

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What i am; What I wanted to be.........

Image is:
a picture is worth a thousand words.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step....
Realization is that it is the journey that has become meaningful ,
and the goal has lost sense...

I was seeking something unreal
Wanting invisible justice, holding a map I cannot see..
I found the door, right through the eye of a needle
The roads were hidden as was the land and the sea
Where is god hidden ?

Which way is true when everything falls ?
Why do I walk away when finally god calls ?
I want to know how to ask the correct questions....
So many things to be
Not a one of them defines me......
A doctor ? Lawyer ? Thief ? Warrior ? Philosopher?
Priest ? Astrologer ? Cook ? Craftsman ? Carrier ?
Titles, authoritative stamps, administrative , disciplinarian, executioner, gravedigger......

When I grow up I want to be awake.....
Alert......
Awake to the lies....
Awake to the truth....
A steadfast sentinel , brandishing a lamp of illumination in the darkest of nights, a beacon, a home in the madness....

The wheel of KARMA

round and round she goes, where she stops no one knows...

The hardest thing to accept....

Will be that this prison that holds you in shackles,
Stronger than steel, sharp as diamond,
Was of your design...

There is no matrix, you are no prisoner !
This is something you must find out to save your soul...
The story of life has but one goal ....

To remember what was before reality
This is not a test, this is the real thing....
Radiation, war, hunger, martial law, ...... These are the test..
I hope you pass...

You have infinite time to do it...
Karma comes back to you instantly because whoever you affect is you.
When you don't realize that you are the great and eternal everything, it is said that you are trapped on the wheel of karma...
As to prophecy....

All are capable of meaningful prediction...
But perhaps more accurately, meaningless prediction...
In the bible we are reminded that we are to have no part in the black arts..
Necromancy....the Levites... Charlatans...
Anyway...

Enjoy esoterica ! Exoterica ! Tarot ! Kabala ! Gematria ! Tetragrammaton !
But it is a signpost on the way, it is not the way.
You are so much more than star signs and birth charts, you can be ruled by them if your weak and needy...
Your greatest weapon in life is your razor sharp WILL POWER , and with it ready in the hand of a centered being, a defense towards any calamity or enemy.
Further to the point...
Take that very weapon to the heart of reality, and cut free from the veil of Isis ... Maya
Illusion
Your waiting for yourself on the other side
The other side of the solstice

Before the sky, was god...
Before the dawn, was god...
Before the rain, was god...
Before the light , there was god...
Before the dark , there was god...
Before the prayer, there was only god...
Any possibility came after god...
Every certainty was an after thought from god...
We exist as a dream to god....
Like a dream you can't hardly recall...a fading memory...
By god doing nothing, all things are rendered possible..
By god thinking nothing, our world arises
By god not speaking, all things are preached ....
By god not seeing, the world is sharpened contrast and crisp detail...
By god not moving, the world seems to go in a circle
Wherever god goes, god is already there waiting....

Crucifixion:

The alchemical wedding: con't. ...


The story of the garden of Eden is the tale of god becoming everything in the universe.

In the mystery religions these ideas were veiled, by symbols, numbers, and animals. As above so below as some are want to say.

Before you get to far, stop and think about reality and it's purpose.
In the beginning there was the creator.

The source. One thing.

Only one thing may exist in one place at one time. .......One.

The source. The creator. "GOD" the grand " architect".....( masonic word).

What was the primary existence of god before the act of creation ?

Before.....


The creation of ADAM ( Kadmon / the first), was the first crucifixion,
Where the soul is nailed to the idea of matter....

The existence experienced by all presents a paradox....

What is mind....?? Where can the mind draw a line between the object seen and the viewer and the act of viewing.....?

Is there a real and distinct difference between intelligence and god?

You see,... intelligence is a paradox....
Can you touch intelligence? Smell understanding? Taste realization?
Throw it like a ball....?....?

Intelligence is not the gift god bestows on life.....
It is the very heart and nature of reality....

The snake in the garden is commonly regarded as the keeper of wisdom.
Knowledge . The caduceus , staff of Hermes , and the kundalini..... ...



Stop.
.
.
These are images that developed, as we developed a collective understanding of the nature of truth...
They can confuse you if you stop at just the image, the icon.
Osiris was as well killed and brought back to life.
After 3 days.!!!
But it is death of the ego, or inferior mind, that is being described, not a physical act .

Israel:
It's meaning and implications...


An unknown taboo...

The territory that contains our mystical centerpiece for Christianity ....
Jerusalem ...
Anyway..
We call it Palestine ...
Well, we used to .....
Before 1947 and the closure of world war 2......
Ironically, if you gaze back in time world war one is visible...

The territory known as Palestine was considered a territory of the Ottoman empire and Syria.....

Taken over by the British empire....