HOW TO BUILD A SAUCER?

A Grail, Wine and Wafer.

EUCHARIST and OUTRO.

Feminine Spirit of Mythos, DiStilled in the Grail, 

falls Silent after Birthing a Soul in the Bread-Maker.

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Behold my final Vision of the blinding Sun,

I can no longer write in the Blood of the Moon;

I will now put down my Pen after All is Said:

the Immaculate CONCEPT of just One WORD.

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My 3 Grails: Helmet of SalVatIon; Draconic Blood of Poison;

Flesh of one Word and Bread-Maker, a Spirit Lamp of inner Light.

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A "monadic cup" refers to "The Cup or Monad," a Hermetic text that describes a divine "mixing bowl" or "cratēr" where souls are baptized into God's Mind, highlighting the fundamental divine source, the Monad, from which all things are derived. (AI Overview). 

GRAIL, DISTILLERY AND BREAD-MAKER.

MARS, VENUS AND THEIR SUN.

How to Build a Saucer,

DiStill~out Love from water,

and mine Gold that lives forever.

Nuts, Oil and Bolts of "Machine Elf" Folklore:

shining Metal, Spiritus, and One Cognition.

Three Alien Deaths by Saucer:

Abduction, Transfusion, Death~Ray!

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How strange it is to become an Alien,

paradoxically primordial, also modern;

kingdoms devour kingdoms to the top,

to forge the Saucer of a "Monadic Cup."

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Salt of the earthen instincts refined,

into an Observer sealed and focused;

forged by fiery Mythos and meditation:

a Grail, Saucer, Helmet and Bread Oven.

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An Etheric Metal of Salty Awareness,

a Watcher hovering no longer reacts;

slowly detaching from my biological id,

Alien Saucer, earth dematerialized!

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A Stoic Grail and tempered Boundary,

Mythos of Mars, weapon-grade quality;

a Protector who shields us from Death,

a Metal of SalVatIon born of wrath!

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Now to condense Love out of Venus,

Saucer and DiStillery, water to Spiritus;

Mars must surrender to receive Fluid,

relax, take up the Pen, write in Blood!

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Platonic Love is a Mythos we channel,

she abhors an empty, hermetic Grail.

If Mars fights her, how can she muse?

A Cup is strong but receptive to Venus.

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~ After many years, the draconic fire extinguishes, ~

~ when a Saucer is forged from our lower instincts; ~

~ the Crafty Reptilian red~shifts and Blood DiStills, ~

~ upon a fiery Cross ye olde PenDragOn eats its tail! ~

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So, surrender yet hold your GrOunD,

be like a New Earth not of this world;

a Helmet of SalVatIon for one Word,

then Red Mercury can gather~in Gold!

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A neo- Green Man is the Essence of life,

a Machine Elf in a Mind born of wrath;

flickering in Lucidity of its Imagination,

a Conscious Dreamer, Lamp of Cognition.

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A Socratic Concept of one Word only,

ConsciousNous inside a New Boundary;

Venus nurtures a Child in her Love,

our Flesh inside the Saucer high above!

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Behold the Pearl of PenDragOn reborn,

by diaLogos, a philosophical narration;

fiery, Stoic, Platonic and Socratic in tone,

the Image of GOD's Burning Bush spoken.

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GOD is unconscious in potential Chaos,

until we make GOD Conscious inside us;

then we become a future Alien species,

 four elements into 3 METALS with Nous!

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Logoic Gold is carried inside the Blood,

the Light of One Word, our eternal Bread;

water into Wine poisons me unto Death,

but also, Spirit nurtures my Soul at depth.

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This mercurial Mythos of Moon's Blood,

a Libation offered to a sleeping Sun God,

awakens a New Earth, PenDragOn's Pearl,

Green Sun and Foetus inside a Crucible.

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Mars attacks Earth for this very reason,

to extract the Essence of our four seasons;

impregnates Venus with Salt, Blood, Flesh,

Bread-Maker for a Sun, a Child of Logos.

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3 Death-blows by Baptism and Eucharist:

- fiery Mythos forges our Salt of the earth;

- Bloody intoxication of water into Spirit;

- airy thinking vaporized by a Bolt of Light!

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My Foetus awakens to ConsciousNous,

has forged a Saucer, transfused Spiritus;

a fallen Serpent-Craft and Love unblinded,

the Maker of Bread for a Wafer divined!

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Dead to the world in Mind transcendence,

in Death's sweet Demise of enLovenment;

the Moon's Blood attracts the Sun's Rays,

Struck by enLightning at the end of days!

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My Self Portrait, a neo- Green Man in a Millennium Falcon:

Tongue of Fire (Mythos), Death's Mouth of deMaterializatiOn,

Tear of Blood (Spiritus), EyeBrow of eternal Dreaming,

the Bread-Maker of eternal Life.