Aether's Dream in the "Cloud of Unknowing."
Aliens Lords of Light.
A Higher Language for a Higher Self.
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We're identified with time and matter,
the tick-tock of twoness, mental chatter;
we are Rays from the GOD of the SUN,
how to comprehend ourSelves as One?
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Dispell the lower language of dreaming,
sublimate the libido into Lucid Waking;
become all aflame in the Tongue of Fire,
dreaming Awake via immaterial Ether!
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Aether, Air of Olympus, GOD of Breath,
speaks in a Language not of this Earth;
languages shape us all into who we are,
build a higher Saucer from fiery Ether!
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We must learn the Language of Heaven,
and as we do it will shape a New Skin;
then we can write in the Blood of Spirit,
knowing that we are all Lords of Light!
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Without language we would still be ids,
growling in the jungle of the instincts;
as below so above we can enter Heaven,
the Serpent returns by Wine and Stone!
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So we must stoke this ancient Language,
by breathing the Air and Mythos of Ages;
build an Observer, Dreamer and Knower,
Lucid Waking in this Dream of Aether's.
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Languages build our identity structures,
earth, water, air, fire, Ether and Spiritus;
the final language is just one WORD only,
the LIGHT of LOGOS behind all identity.
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My Craft is complete, four into three,
a cUp with Fluid and Orb of Solidity;
my Sol like Soul and Core of Identity,
immaculate Concept of one Word only!
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Imago Dei in the Image of the LOGOS,
I am a Sun in the inner SUN of CHRIST;
a Soul of OVERSOUL, Wafer of BREAD,
a Lord alight in the LIGHT of the LORD.
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THE LANGUAGE OF HEAVEN
CRAFTING AN ALIEN CRAFT!
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I feel demented in RetireMentia,
dematerialized by the Tongue of Fire!
I build a New Skin of Blood and Flesh,
with the Language of Aether's Wish.
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Languages built my lower identity:
earthen instincts of animal biology,
watery emotions of heartfelt feelings,
and airy ideas of rational thinking.
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The id and ego are material tongues,
a clay vessel with watery ideation;
but it's only a temporary structure,
I need ONE forged by conscious Ether.
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Unconscious fire becomes my Mythos,
the Tongue of Ether from the LOGOS;
the Air of Heaven speaks creatively,
a Salt, Cinnabar and Sulfur Identity.
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Salt preserves, observes and hovers,
Mercury paints, dreams, intoxicates,
Sulfur knows, shines and identifies.
The Tria Prima by alchemical Ether.
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Green Man of yore becomes an Alien,
Osiris, a vegetation GOD, into a Falcon;
photosynthesizing the SUN of LOGOS,
via the Netherworld of fiery Mythos!
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My Neo- Green Man PerSona and Flower of Mind.
Osiris returns by way of alchemical spagyrics.
