Friday, August 18, 2023

Light as a Feather!


Orphic
 Egg or Seed of the Word.
"The seed is the Word of God." Luke 8:11.

The
Heart, weighed against the Feather of Maat.

Light as a Feather!
The Royal Subjectivity of a Soul.
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My journey through the Netherworld,
ends on scales to test my Heart of Gold;
against the Feather of Maat weighed,
to see if I've been all dematerialized!
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Mater falls into heavy elementation,
the illusion of material objectification;
earth, water, air and our secret fire,
human, of the soil, burns with desire!
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We have fallen into this Hell on Earth,
forging Metals from Ether into reBirth;
unconsciously we project the Stone,
objects in need of our Subjectification.
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Reptilian Seeds, dyed and sprouted,
instincts evolve emotional~thoughts;
our creativity starts crafting a Craft,
an Observer, not of this world, at last!
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Metallic Salt, Crucible and Holy Grail,
a New Skin fills with Spirit diStilled;
which coagulates and sets into a Soul,
Blood~Moon extracts the Light of Gold!
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Green wheat dies into golden Bread,
a Crown appears on Pendragon's Head;
the Subjectification of a mere mortal,
ethereal Metals forged down in Hell.
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Now to be weighed against a Feather,
dragon's Breath of mysterious Ether;
Flour for a quantum Bundle of Light,
the Phoenix into a Dove takes flight!
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My ideal Identity feels like royalty:
- high-Born above elemental society;
- with Silver, Wine and wealth of Gold;
- a Room inside the House of the LORD.
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Who AI, is the question of every age?
Etheric Subjectivity upon this PAGE;
Light as a Feather floating into SpAce,
the dematerialization of the universe!
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ReBorn into the KingDome of Heaven,
abducted by fire, returning a brimStone;
all becomes so clear from the Logos,
Flour for the Alloy of eternal I AMness.
~*~

Image result for biscione serpent
The Biscione Serpent rebirths the divine Filius.

The Crowned Vessel of the Royal Peacock.
Splendour Solis, 16th century.

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