A POISONED CHALICE!

A POISONED CHALICE!

Lower identity to Higher IdEntity in the "Monadic Cup."

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This hellish process in the Netherworld,

is only bearable if it can be understood;

the tongue of fiery mythos flares~up,

so we can drink from a Poisonous Cup!

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Here is the recipe for the ancient brew:

- Frogs of the Ogdoad, four Serpents too;

- vegetation from ye olde Green Man;

 - clay of id, water, and mental aeration.

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With bellow's breath stoke the Dragon,

warming the foETus of the Reptilian;

a Salamander of Salt from the earth,

New Skin and Grail forged from wrath!

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A baptismal and Eucharistic sacrament,

shifting my identity into higher METALS;

incubation in Hell, burning down and up,

"Solve et Coagula" in the Monadic Cup.

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This chaotic brew inside the Cauldron,

slowly clarifies by dematerialization;

Salt is the Mirror Mind of an Observer,

a sealed Vessel and Grail of the Saucer.

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Now I need a New Blood transfusion,

water into Wine by way of diStillation;

to enLiven the foETus with Spiritus,

intinction to IndivIdualize New Flesh.

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The foETus inside us photosynthesizes,

Red Mercury gathers~in golden Rays;

a neo- Green Man puts on shining Flesh,

a new IdEntity at home in the Chalice.

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The Wafer is handed-down from CHRIST,

the METATRON and ALIEN ARCHETYPE,

the LOGOS, whose tongue is fiery mythos,

immaculate CONCEPT, one WORD, NOUS.

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PART 2

My flying Ion, Atom and Adam, a neo- Green Man.

A Quantum Solid forged by fiery Mythos and nurtured by Blood.

DEATH BY THE SAUCER OF SALVATION!

Voided Intelligence Of An Alien Kind.

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I feel gutted and totally destroyed,

sinking back down into the Netherworld;

into my Holy Grail of a voided Mind,

hermetically sealed Saucer not of this world!

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I've given-up trying, lost the will to live,

total surrender to the attack from above;

at least I now have a New Skin to put on,

a Still for Blood, and Flesh by suffocation!

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Water into Wine by way of diStillation,

"the Moon turns to Blood before the Dawn."

Air is GhOsteD into voided Intelligence,

immaculate Concept, one Word of LOGOS!

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I feel I'm at the end of survival instincts,

surrendered into earth to extract Salt;

buried, dehydrated, finally suffocated,

into fiery Hell, by mortido sublimated.

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Dead and drained of emotional response,

death by Saucer with Blood transfused;

I feel so cold even as Red Mercury boils,

and the Sun dawns inside my Crucible!

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Finally, I've lost my egoic will power to live,

even my death wish has self devoured;

only a Saucer survives with a Foetus inside,

the voided Intelligence of an Alien kind!

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My Saucer's abduction is a Holy Spiration,

like a Solar System gathered-in by the Sun;

Waves of Red Mercury photosynthesize Gold,

to form the new Centre of my Sol-like Soul.

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The truth becomes clear before mine Eye,

there are no Planets, only Sun's in the sky;

some earthen, others gas, all born of Stars,

a Green Sun in inner SpAce eternal shines!

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At the Still Centre of my unconsciousness,

is a Core of Blood grown into golden Flesh; 

hidden in the Wave of Love's Quintessence,

collapsed from diStilled Wine by Observance.

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First I forged the Grail Saucer from Salt,

quantum Lucidity from earthen instincts;

then water into Spirit of Wavy Fluidity;

finally, airy logic into quantum Solidity.

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And so, the Observer seals its inner Focus;

diStills~out watery emotions into Spiritus;

Sal is a Vat incubating an individual Ion,

SalVatIon is collapsed via Loving Attention!

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