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

You're Talent and Magick humble me again and again, B.


Synchronicitic Magician Extraordinaire.


Your Art shines...

Brightly.

As you know...




Last Edited by Seer777 on 09/13/2012 04:12 PM

It's still not time to let go of the great " they", enjoy them....
Comfort them as you would need comfort....
Clothe them as you who needs clothes...
Hug them as one who loves them...
Be stern with them as a parent is to a child...
Visit them as you who gets lonely needs love and guidance...

As the greatest among us to tread the earth once spoke in glittering terms........
When I was hungry..... You did not feed me...
When I was lonely... You did not comfort me...
When I was sick... You did not comfort me...
When I was naked... You did not clothe me...

" lord when did I not do these things?"......

" I assure you, that which you did not do for the least of my children, this you did not do for me"..........


And so it seems it has ever been for nearly all of humanity....
Sad

Very sad

Why?

2112

Full circle B.

Sad to see so much confusion...
Can't tell a person something they don't want to know

maybe telling how to do it would work

Sure you can.

Fire away.

It starts like this.....

If you don't respect yourself, you cannot respect others....
If you don't love yourself.... You will not be able to love otherness...
If you awaken with the taste of hate in your mind, your day is sure to carry it's taste with it all day....

Rinse and repeat

Cryptic much?



Yeah, always...


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Hope you are well B.

Usually

Good point.

Huh well that explains it!...why I'M SO CONFUSED!! (LOL)

The point being not to confuse clever commentary with truth, i suppose it has always been as such.

Truth resonates...

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As you know...


Hope you are Well, B.

Really...




Last Edited by Seer777 on 10/09/2012 01:47 AM

I am very well
Well

Well


Well



Well

And surely you respect yourself, love yourself, and never awaken with the taste of hate in your mind. So everything is OK. :)

:eleflowers:

:)


Love this.




I hope you will return and start sharing your gifts again.


Every time I click this thread...time bends.

I miss your wisdom and your presence.



I bet it's beautiful where you are at right now.

The Autumn leaves in October...

:)

Con't........


Next in the alchemical wedding:

BLACK TO THE CORE

Veins of black ice
Hold still my beating heart
Under silent pause
Her freezing breath whispers of the
Dark night of the soul....
Of the solstice, tree bark and kept spice....
On the brink of destruction, the long night of decay
She lays down a blanket of snow
White as day
It shines in the moonlight to show forth the way
Her blue silver mantle is draped over the and purifies the seed
The virgin the glamour her hidden within , nestled in the soil,
Rotten to make us anew, the seed of the spiral, the heart of the jewel
To wait by the fireside, like black versus white, or day chasing night, or wrong cursing right!
Moving on through the cosmos, the dread sea of black, in search of horizons across the abyss and CROSS back..
On to the morning, white of dawns light
The seed , the virgin, the glamour, her hidden within, nestled in soil,
It's black to the core

YOU ARE ME

Thread: Where were you on the 12th September 2009?

Interesting, I never saw your thread.. interesting that you begin talking about 13h sept 2009..

I'll check it out thanks....
All is connected...
It's a small world after all.
13 was unlucky for the Templars .....
Let's hope this coming year isn't that for us.......

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2009

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 ARE ME

it wont be.

we are approaching the best, craziest, luckiest, greatest friday the 13th of all ages!

Actually....
I think so to....

12/20/2012......



" 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


YOU ARE ME

Alchemical wedding; con't....



"A STITCH IN TIME"

There's still time to save our stricken ship
Though the crew abandoned it, and the captains split right down in between the skull....
The crew were a bunch of bilge rats
But I think I can still patch the hull
I'm tearing up my clothes to patch the sails, on this old vessel....
The captains quarters became the patch for my deck and rails..

A stitch in time can save what was once was mine, good help is so hard to find,......
A stitch in time to save this sinking man, the sirens of Titan call me into the rocks, and I have half a mind to listen....
And sea foaming and glistening and leave it all behind,....
Indecision ....
Smashed across the cliffs of madness timbers obliterated in the torrent of Neptune's laughter, it echoes in my head as all memories are cleansed by the relentless ocean clatter
All green in the grey of february's dawn, and what I was, seemed to me foreign and strange like a dream of someone else....

And I struggled in infinity, dreading the sea...
As best I could, knowing eventually my time would come, as the remaining part of me still understood , death comes for us all, and the sooner we're taken, the sooner we can rebuild...
So crash me about, and in time, entire continents dissolve into the sea....
Where then do we place the corner stone of the temple?
Below the waves is all thats real, the universal solvent, the vitriol- the stone the builders reject !!!
The stone of Sophies
That she wore around her neck
And the one she stood, as she bruised the snakes head, under the crescent moon
Shining on the Water
Blackened, calm and glistening on the timbers of what remained of my shattered wreck
.... I floated into oblivion....
Released





YOU ARE ME

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Alchemical wedding: con't.

" DAWN"

I can see the dawn
Erupting from an evil time
Righteousness was gone
Now it rides the morning sun...

I can see the dawn
The black of night is swept away
The world of hate is gone
On it's nightmare wings of fear....

What do we do with the pitiful, evil people?
Stand them in line as you give them your love, and you say goodbye.
When will they learn, All of those pitiful evil people.?
Stand them in line as you give them your tears, and you say goodbye.

When the morning comes
The blackened sky has turned to blue
And the world of lies
Has been replaced by one of truth!

The crimson king has fled
Back to the place of fear and death
Mother earth just sighs
On my neck I feel her sweet breath

What do we do with all of the pitiful evil people?
Stand them in line as you give them your love, and you say goodbye.
Say goodbye to the night
And you know it's all right
Cause it's only a bright day rising
No we won't dread the coming sun
Only mourn the fallen night
As another new day is arriving!

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.

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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....