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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.

I
Am
You
...

Ammemdment: ... To said alchemical treatise....
Black and white..
Opposites...
Male and female ...
The alchemical wedding..
A joining of opposites...
A reconciling of opposites into the underlying unity beneath, hidden behind metaphor .... Imaginary ,as much as it is real ......
A balance in both idea and matter of consequence...
The " KEY"... and the " LOCK"....
two as one....
Two sides of the same coin...
.....
Most ideas are incomprehensible without a counter idea to examine it by...
A box...?
A box for what ?
For who ?
What kind of box ?
Empty..?
Full???????????
......
Treasure..
The philosophers stone...
Self...self awareness.......
The eternal self...
The "IT"......
the indescribable being at the center of all grand manifestations....
The UN- namable , the indesscribable, and impossiblle to find...
....
No
Body
No soul
Sole
No
Thing
Nothing in particular ...
Blank...
Waiting..
Undecided ...
Potential.... The ability to be anything...

Re: THE NEVER ENDING RANT : the TRUTH....... I AM YOU....I AM.
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

Everybody knows this to be true..
Inside when I think about my real self...
It's indestructible ...
Invisible ....
Laughing ...
All knowing...
Ready for anything ...
Always doing nothing...
Satisfied

Nice to see this thread again!

I haven't had much to add...
We live in a groundhog affect...
Over and over..
I try to keep it real , .... And nice....

Seems you've gained an eight!

Huh..!!!
Just to gain a new membership...
If I recall correctly ...
I pay now...
I use it less than ever...
But I'm here when my life and job allow me to be here...
Before , I was unemployed seasonally ..
Blah...blah...

Alchemical wedding: con't ....



" A CONVERSATION WITH GOD"
interlude: Madness, I am engulfed!


For a nations untimely demise
The stars shine a ruddy lime, putting sinners in their place
The American dream is alive and doing well in the guise of fate
The elite will gladly demon- strate the glory of a job well done
And when the time is ripe
The bursting fruit will decimate
The stench of decay is their sermon
The priest's are lined up in a row counting sheep
Making sure they don't bleat
Our time is our own and the hounds of Hell smell fresh blood
It's maddening to hear their cries!
So sad the minions of weak souls...
I will break you this time
The hands of Hell smear fresh the blood
Again and again

If I don't do it for you who will? He said....
Selective judgement means I love you...
Conditional love means I own you
Rome " WAS" built in a day...
This vision is as old as old
Romans would look great in a suit
A jewish would feel good with a whip!
Not everybody likes to play the game,
I guess it's the perfect time to play

Take off your skin and I'm there..
Holding you like a newborn babe...
Caressing your naked soul as slippery as the glassy moon
Worlds apart I test your will
Your afraid of my intentions and the cool breeze makes you mine
You are mine!

And then he smiled, and said;

The fire consumes the just and the sinner alike
Be grateful your god is gracious and even tempered
The spirit of evil is gods way of saying he loves us
But like the fire, god will consu e all things in his path
The difference is that fire will leave a charred remains,
And god will eat you whole, and clean his teeth with your bones!

Kill your god if any strength remains in your body
Sanctify his murder and be quick!
He knows your weakness, your god is yours!
Bury him quickly and anoint the earth with your tears.....
Lest he come to you in your dreams,.......
To take you away.......

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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!
YOU ARE ME

Re: THE NEVER ENDING RANT : the TRUTH....... I AM YOU....I AM.
ALCHEMICAL WEDDING:con't....
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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 .......

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.

One


ONE

the idea of " ONE" stems from the concept of the " creator".....

"One thing " is best represented by a circle, infinitely bound...

After there was nothing, there was something.....

This something.... Is the primary "one"....

How many things may exist in one place( exact space), at one time...

Answer: " ONE"...

Reality is the illusion of space....
Between each atom is not " nothing", it is instead the " one" filling in all the gaps in-between ...

Question: " Why does the universe seem to overflow with life similar to each other...."

Answer:

" because the creator is alone and forever looking for some "one" to compare experiences....
Thus the benevolent act of " creation".....

Pre determinism ......

There's less though, much less....
In the end these concepts and ideas all fall infinitely short of describing the universal experience to the " ONE's" satisfaction...
alone, perfect, spinning( or not), the " one " is lonely.....
Questioning perfection...
The " one" is invisible, you see....
Nowhere to be found....
Silent, lightless and bereft of dark....
Not nothing, yet not anything in particular ....
The hidden potential to be anything, neigh..... Everything......(LOL).....!!!
when it come to thinking about the "one",.......
" We" are the mirror of the "one"...
There is no reflection....

Con't....


"GREEN LION RED DRAGONFLY "

Con't. Of alchemical wedding:

Lettus,carrot, grows for you and me
Apple, me down, it's grape to feel the sun again
Orange you glad the tulips kissed the day....?
Between the Green lion and the Red dragonfly...

The insects buzz as the birds hit the sky

From branch to branch I hear them singing my favorite songs
They brighten up the very dawn

Lying in the sun I close my eyes and I'm timeless again, in love with everything like the very first time I knew myself.

Lazy grasses, besides the sparkling spring waters...
Under a canopy of weeping willows..

They bough to the mothers children
Their banners wave proudly in the air
The Red dragon flys on a field of Green lion.... down in the sun

I'm still green, as a newborn child
The innocence of baby's breath...
And dandelions, and Pan sees love and sunflowers in the
Garden of granite eves, A dam calms a snaking stream
In darkened pools of mossy banks......

Con't....


Alchemical wedding: con't.







"GOLD BIRD"



The bird you get.... Is the bird you see
Heads or Tails, right or wrong, your consciousness makes up it's mind
Unconsciously ........

With mind in hand, you make the man....
Behind veils of beaks, masks, and feathers....
The golden age dropped into silver

Then tarnished in image, twas mimicked in bronze, gold to steal, lead along in iron shackles....

Lead...

Like the noble eagle plucked, tarred, and feathered, the great ages declined all scarred and battered, picked clean by the carrion birds and vultures

Blackbirds, songbirds, they're all mockingbirds

Ravens, crows, cardinals in disguise
Love birds, the imitation of cheap flattery

Ostrich , goose, or pelican won't make me swoon like a gold bird....
Gold bird, gold bird,.. Have you heard ?
The gold bird is saying that .......

The alchemical wedding: con't ....



" UNI-CORNICOPIA"


The green man peers through springtimes ivy into a sun drenched
Emerald grove
Where the resplendent Queen lays softly in her shining white robes
A laurel garland and flowers in her hair
Foliage and flowers trumpeting colors and perfumed scents awaken my senses
So I view her from above my smile
The White Queen of the woods alone and defenseless
Her virgin silver crescent smile hangs in the mist above her mantle emblazoned in white.....
Her face enthroned in flowering locks of golden hair..
She's waiting for the well red man
To Leed her to the alter, her summer groom, where they'll be we'd, in chemical union and rejoin the tide...
The virgin, the Queen undefiled, enthroned with her king but with child.
An aeon of promise and plenty and fortunes and fire...
They sail down the river fertilizing the desert, spreading wisdom and loving from the life giving Nile ...
....past the stone columned cants and the moss encrusted cornices, the split marble busts along pomegranate causeways
The clutches of aromatic grapes amidst the oak laden roadways....
The cool colonnades and the full banquet tables, burning incense and wine, and imperial stables, the children of mirth, of porros and pennia...
.. See value and worth through the eyes of necessity, and Eros and Strife
arrive together with destiny close behind.....

Alchemical wedding: con't.




"FATE"



What have I done to deserve this cruel fate?
Where do I go to ? And how am I late?
The world is a lonely place when your only one...
My days are all numbered and the futures a shroud..
My fear wrath and emptiness won't leave me alone....
My thoughts they all wound me, in spirals they run
I'm dogged by a memory that I cannot quite place..
I feel I'm a shadow of some master race...
The temple or sanctuary, and a cool stone fountain ..
The wilderness of fear cages my spirit in bone...
The oracle set the stage for primitive truth...
All knowledge, honor , and nobility are tortured on the rack by Fortunata
On the wheel of uncertainty....

Wonder and inspiration now they are gone
Alive in the wilderness I made and time lingers on...
Motherless. Fatherless , the hallowed ground moans, a day without sun, a night without moon.

Nothing makes sense to me, no- thing can I own, the captain of my ownership has sailed off alone

Houses iced with plywood facade
Nail down dreams of red school houses
Jungle gyms and teacher crushes visions of green lawns and white picket fences
Everything came from nothing, and it resides just out of reach, in the corner of the eye, out on the surface of the lens
In the vaulted space above the cor- nea
The heart of the being, the quest for the object the seer is seeing
The knot in the wood , is the thought , the matter , in regards to the madman, does he laugh or s he laughter ?
The brain asks it's afterthought, and does it matter?
Where is the lamb after it is slaughtered?
The mind is said to wander, so where does it go?
Can I touch it? Smell it! Feel it! Can I see the mind?
Can I think about my mind with my mind?
Taste my tongue?
Hear my ear! See my eyes!? Smell my nose?
How much nearer can I get to the mirror?
Who's more real the mirror or the reflection?

Haha, all things have their season? Nice, seeing this thread again too, I agree.

I'm always sort of around.....

Ya, I was on a county paid vacation for about 5 weeks, how you been?

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Good...
When I'm not philosophizing to death any who would listen to my mad rants....
I paint houses..... Seasonal...
Minimal interior with this employer....
I draw a ton , paint and play guitar....
If you look up " free Pangaea " , you'll probably find something ...
My space....
Any who... It's summer and I work dawn to dusk....
Best time of the year and I work it....
Oh well....