My resurrection Machine exits Vulcan's Forge:
Saucer, Grail, Pizza Cutter, sWord, Helmet of SalVatIon,
Observer and Womb. Philosophical Stone of many Forms.
A photo I took at Cradle Mountain, Tasmania!
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O SWEET DEMISE,
DEATH IS SWALLOWED!
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I've learned to relax below relaxation,
to the Point of my dematerialization;
falling in LOVE is conjured-up by two,
falling into DEATH is a wish done solo!
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We have learned to swallow our pride,
and many feelings that we can't abide;
later they come back, to be integrated,
the Unconscious is the future projected!
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We project LOVE upon others, to share,
DEATH upon our enemies, to go to war;
as we age we learn to LOVE ourselves,
some learn to digest a SWEET DEMISE!
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Alien mythos started as a MARS attack,
declaring war on earth with fiery magic;
dematerialization of all material life,
DEATH returns with its ancient wrath!
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LORD, I surrender to thy untimely Will,
THANATOS, YAMA and HADES of HELL!
METATRON, Grey LORD of future Aliens,
come, drink my Blood, water into Wine!
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I enter your Presence like two in LOVE,
another GOD FIELD, lifting high above;
but into you, a human must come alone,
just so, I offer-up this old bag of bones!
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Like LOVE, you're here before my eyes,
to devour me into your SWEET DEMISE;
by exchange, I integrate my inner Alien,
we become gods by a Holy COmmUnion!
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This is not theory, but an ex-experience,
the process of apotheosis is still with us;
like GAIA, ODIN, DIANA and SILVANUS,
they All come to teach and consume us!
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Kingdoms devour kingdoms all the way,
retirementia is a season of just one DAY.
METATRON arrives with a Great Scythe,
like a Pizza Cutter and sWord of wrath!
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So, this is the Eastern Gate into HEAVEN,
where the Steel~Wind blows in my mind;
cutting me to pieces in a spinning Blade,
inside my Helmet of SalVatIon all saved!
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So, I swallow DEATH as I did with LOVE,
at a eUcharistic Feast with a GOD above:
End-Time Machine, Blade against Wind,
through Pearly Gates in a Saucer sealed!
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The SPIRIT of DEATH has swallowed me,
at first, id and ego suffocated in anxiety;
slowly I conversed with higher NATURE,
by U.F.pOetry, back to EDEN in a Saucer!
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A great Symbol can take on many Forms,
a Grail, Womb, sWord, Helmet, or Hand;
a Saucer for panning Gold from the Sky,
holding up my Intinction to GOD's EYE!
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A quantum Craft and metallic Observer,
photosynthesizing the SUN for my Wafer;
my Wavy~Spirit is also a singular Point,
Love and Light are fused in the Helmet!
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New Wine is a Libation for METATRON,
asking the ATEN to hand down my Hand;
my immaculate Concept of just a Word,
for my cUp of Blood and Patina up-lifted.
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Hand of my Sol like Soul shining its rays,
my perSunallized fingerPrints and scars;
from working, feeling, writing, praying,
a green Thumbs-Up for All four into One!
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And so, I offer-up my earth-made Saucer,
with emotion turned into Wine by Luna;
for the SUN to SEE, confessing my Patina,
for my punishment, or a Star all ashine!
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It seems like the tongue is an angry GOD,
but it's a sharp Ray hidden by wavy fire;
the flame reveals Light and diStills Love,
forgiveness is like an attack from above!
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GOD is dead, because of our repression,
what we deny is put away by suppression;
beneath dark Waters and up into SpAce,
my future god of New Earth, Luna, Logos!
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and a mined Wafer of golden Bread.
A HIGHER MANNA MEAL EXCHANGED!
THE GOAL REVEALS All
THE MEANING OF LIFE!
A "WANDERING WOMB" REBIRTHS!
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I have reached The End of mythology,
the tongue of fire blows~out, silently;
ReSting in the Image of a Sol like Soul,
mythos into my Logos in LIFE eternal!
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Logos is a Ray of LOGOS, RA of LIGHT,
a Soul from the OverSOUL of CHRIST;
with Patina of Alien character traits,
grown in the ground of four elements.
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A Seed needs time to play, grow, learn,
gathering environmental distinctions;
moulding us by earth, water, air, fire,
into a Saucer, Spirit, Soul and Patina!
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There's no work in a timeless Heaven,
All Seeds are the same up in the ONE;
till One WORD speaks forth its tongue,
sowing All Seeds into materialization!
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We, divine Sparks in wind of pneuma,
must get back, past the sWord aflame;
the steely storm cuts All into StarDust,
my one-winged Saucer enters the Gate!
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A Double~Slit trick of theurgic magic,
an Observer is a Grail, Wine and Rock;
a "MONADIC Cup" hermetically tight,
a porous Dome that lets in the LIGHT!
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The tongue of fire becomes One Word,
my Rock of Ages, Centre of my World;
a Sun of the WORD, forged by wRath,
persunalized Gold for my New Earth!
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My own Ether~Ship is now ready to fly,
immaterial Metal, Fuel, Power on high;
by levitation, wish and transcendence,
and a Feather from a Phoenix's Ashes!
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My unconscious future, now Conscious,
attacks me, destroys, creates and saves;
by focussing Light into a piercing Point,
dematerializing mental matter to Dust!
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In youth a mind so easily concentrates,
but with age, ideation starts to collapse;
to focus I must Observe my life instead,
burn matter into Mind till All is voided!
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Baptism of instincts, emotion, thinker,
my fiery Seed has swallowed me entire;
post integration I'm naturally focussed,
my Mirror of Mind is naturally Relaxed!
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Theurgy means god-work upon the Seed,
my latent Foetus inside a Womb forged:
meditating an Observer, distilling Wine,
conceiving of a Soul, burnishing Patina!
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Behold a modern Grail from Gaia born,
fire's secret cUp and a wandering Womb;
rebirthing my Sun as All in One on high,
my Metallic MotherShip lights the SKY!
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My persunalized Saucer with tongue of fire,
Tear of Blood, Mouth of Death and Rebirth,
Dome of Life and Brow of eternal Dreaming.
An Alien flies back via the Double~Slit, into
SpAce and the Quantum FIELD of the LORD!
A gold tongue was placed in the mouth to allow
a Salt-preserved Mummy, with a Heart as Light as
a Feather, to speak in the Netherworld with OSIRIS.
