Triple Crown of the Tria Prima mETals: Salt, Red Mercury and Gold.
ALIEN MYTHOLOGY AND MYTHOTHERAPY.
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Each human is "of the soil" co-created,
our golems of clay, water and air, fired;
identified with the four language modes:
instinct, emotions, ideation and mythos.
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I'm exhausted by a mythological attack,
a Saucer blasts-off with me in its wake,
my ego is under pressure to surrender,
give-up the Ghost of immaterial Ether.
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Hovering above me in fiery abduction,
devouring by way of dematerialization,
transforming four elements into METALS,
id and ego dissolve inside the Crucible!
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My ego reacts, trying to put on weight,
anxious eating, making guilty mistakes;
mental matter anchors us in addiction,
fighting against the Reptilian invasion!
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Id on fire into Dust for our New Skin,
a Grail Saucer from earthen instincts;
with Essence of Green Man, flickering,
an Alien Nous instead of lower thinking.
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The foETus inside us keeps on growing,
Etheric Myst becomes Spirit condensing;
watery emotions diStilling Holy Blood,
logic into Flour for baking Logoic Bread.
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Green Bottle, hermetically sealed Spiritus,
Observer and Mercury of Quintessence;
Copper oxIDe is the earthiest of METALS,
the ID refined in the alchemical Vessel.
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I surrender to the mythologic operation,
my foETus reborn by caesarean section;
with Blood transfused and Golden Flesh,
an Elfish MemBrane with a higher Nous.
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E.T. intuition leads to one WORD knowing,
our four elements into METALS glowing;
by way of fiery mythos into a Solar Self,
a Soul imbued with the colour of Earth.
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Aliens are like McKenna's Elf Machines:
"They give language lessons in Hyperspace;
and they want you too to speak in Elfish,
transform our language into their syntax."
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A Machine Elf from modern Folklore.
JUST ONE DAY ON A NEW EARTH DAWNED!
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"The death of earth is to become water,
and the death of water is to become air,
and the death of air is to become fire.
He who hears not me but the LOGOS
will say: All is One". Heraclitus, 500 BCE.
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Of every morn there's a choice to decide,
to contract into matter or commit egocide?
Of a night we relax into mythic dreaming,
everyday to be reborn over and over again.
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We're down here to learn four languages,
earth, water, airy logic and fiery mythos;
instincts, emotion, thinking and intuition,
by articulating them all as best we can.
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By the autumn I had learned every code,
so now each new Day begins at the end;
fire has consumed me and transformed,
our four elements into Salt, Wine 'n' Gold.
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We still live in a flat-earth mind delusion,
there's only ever been one Day of the Sun;
the Earth rotates, our Star forever shines,
as above so below in our con-fused minds.
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Every single morning I refuse to conform,
there is no time, just like in our dreams;
I go on dreaming throughout this one Day,
twenty four hours in timelessness at play.
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So I bathe all Day, retired under the Sun,
Alien photosynthesization of a Green Man;
and there are no planets, that's also a lie,
we live on a Green Sun dawned in the Sky!
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