Into The Great Hall Of Maat.

INTO THE GREAT HALL OF MAAT!

With Paper and PenDragOn of Magic.

(Pen - Welsh for Head).

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Of every morn I sit down and write,

bow my head and sink into my heart;

digging further into a swampy mire,

I relax and stoke my tongue of fire!

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Primordial language below instincts,

my original Seed, a Spark of LOGOS;

in the Virgin Womb of Prima Materia,

immaterial Life of my Dark Mother!

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Mater, the Great Hall of Two Truths,

unconscious elements fall into Chaos,

as consciousnous rises like a Feather,

flying to Spirit or sinking into matter!

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From the Duat a White Dove ascends,

Ammit goes hungry if Life transcends;

my Heart is weighed, water to Blood,

my Head of ideas into just one Word!

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The Motherlode Stone is wild or tame,

a Tomb and Womb and Dragon's Den;

Netherworld of mythos and intuition,

speaking in the tongue of Leviathan!

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♧ Paper baptizes her deeper meaning:

◇ Salt refined by instinctual dreaming;

♡ the Heart reddens after diStillation;

♤ a New Mind lightens by suffocation!

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Theurgy is work inside Vulcan's forge,

Dragon released from the Pit of Ages;

to create metals from four elements,

in my Head is a Pen of Love and Light!

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Kundalini rises, if we can only bear it,

Conscious Awaring via Pearly Gates;

Prima Maateria is a Black Hole Whole,

dead matter dematerializes into Gold!

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I can feel my palm chakras now on fire,

spinning the web of immaterial Ether;

through this palmystery a 3rd Eye sees,

channelling Alien mythotherapy to me!

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Alien communion by mortido's portal,

abducted to find my future potential;

so I can integrate my mythic Daemon,

Green Man from Earth and of Heaven!

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I feel poisoned, intoxicated, destroyed,

my ashen New Skin is a void-like Mind;

demented and suffocated inside SpAce,

my Alien breathes by photosynthesis! 

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EGOID INTO LOGOID.

This Feeling Of Fire!

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Relaxation, a Key to unlock Feeling,

a contraction is an egoid reaction;

apotheosis by tongue of fire forged,

Metals of Mind, Love and a Logoid.

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Fire relaxes into Spirit and a Soul,

Grey Wolf devours us into a Whole;

a Wave is sensitive to contraction,

Wine and Libation by DiStillation!

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Diana's Blood~Moon is her Chariot,

flies to the SUN through her Heart;

Wave function into quantum Point,

my Logoid relaxes in its own Light!

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RetireMent in my Soul's relaxation,

my tongue of fire's work is all done;

theurgy into my golden HandShake,

mythos into LOGOS by fiery Magick!

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SpAce is Deeper than fallen matter,

in the Alien Saucer of my Observer;

hermetically voided in a New Mind,

immaculate Concept of one WORD!

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Mater's matter is a contracted state,

metallic fire relaxes four elements;

solid, liquid, gaseous ideas, all afire,

in lucidity, fluidity, solidity, retired!

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Mythos of the Alchemical Imagination. 

"The Grey Wolf as prima materia, devouring the dead king.
In the background: sublimation of the prima materia
and rebirth of the King. Maier, Scrutinium chymicum (1687)."

(Jung, Psychology and Alchemy).