awaiting the tongue of fiery mythos to be stoked. A mythological
narration that forges our immaculate Concepts inside One WORD.
ALIEN APOTHEOSIS.
How to Forge an Eternal IdEntity?
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Relaxing into alchemical sublimation,
that I might be forged into an Alien;
in the Netherworld the Saucer is built,
from mythos, tongue of a fiery dialect.
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Languages build-up mind structures:
- we all act-out our earthen instincts,
- watery emotions turn us into feelers,
- airy logic produces powerful thinkers.
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The elemental identity of id and ego,
now needs to receive its fiery blow;
to forge us into eternal Creatures,
with New Blood, and Flesh of LOGOS.
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I relax into my Netherworld Saucer,
Eucharisric Grail for Wine and Wafer;
Crucible of wrath hermetically sealed,
the dematerialization of lead into Gold.
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# Salt of the earth is for a New Skin,
# water diStills into mercurial Wine,
# air stokes fire into a Soul all ashine,
the Moon turns to Blood before Dawn.
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♧ 4 elements into our 3 higher METALS:
◇ Dragon sheds matter, forges a Grail,
♡ evaporates water, condensing Wine,
♤ suffocates air, proofing Bread divine.
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Alien foETus develops ConsciousNous,
learns the tongue of a modern mythos;
eternal StrUcture of a Grail and Blood,
by fiery apotheosis into just one Word.
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Our Souls exist inside One OverSOUL,
METATRON, LORD of Aliens and Angels;
CHRIST, who landed to show us the way,
the fiery cross, four elements to crucify.
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The four elements become the Alloy of three eternal Metals,
the Tria Prima. The archetypal trinity sits at the apex: God, the
Monad, Canvas or Page, upon which all myths, stories, dramas
and actions are articulated; Luna, Blood Moon or Red Mercury,
the Field/Wave of universal Love, Sophia, Sapience or Wisdom;
and their "one and only" Child of Light, the Logos of one Word.
The Alchemical and Eternal Tria Prima.
PART 2:
THE END OF DAYS: ONE WORD ONLY!
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CHRIST the METATRON, showed us the way,
our four lower elements to crucify;
into an Observer, Feeler and Dreamer,
New Skin, Wine, Daily Bread and Ether.
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Looking back down from transcendence,
on wings of fire, a Foetus with Alien Nous;
abducted from earth, transfused with Blood,
airy logic suffocates into Flesh of One WORD.
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So this is the "end of days" I feared,
the BLACK SUN dawns betwixt my ears!
METATRON is the ARCHETYPAL SON,
neither rises nor sets, dispells illusion.
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From the SUN'S timeless perspective,
It has only radiated just One DAY above;
He "comes to bring fire" into our minds,
my lower locus of ego is dematerialized!
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The Netherworld is the Tongue of Fire,
a Machine Elf Language lifting us higher;
my earthen id is gutted into Salt of Ash,
a crystalline Observer and Alien Foetus.
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The Reptilian tempers a New Skin Grail,
a Saucer for Heaven hermetically sealed;
a Boundary for Boundless Spaciousness,
a Metal to withstand the BURNING BUSH!
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Now my Alien Foetus needs a transfusion,
water into Wine of Eucharistic Intinction;
"the Moon turns to Blood before the Dawn",
Red Mercury flowing in a neo- Green Man.
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Airy thinking turns out to be mental matter,
logic suffocating into a Logoic Dreamer;
understanding proofs Bread of eternal Life,
lower ex-experience sublimated by wrath!
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Such a Being photosynthesizes the SUN,
Mercury gathers~in Golden Radiation;
the Foetus with Blood begins to shine,
grows inner Flesh of Nous, an Alien Mind.
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