THIS BURNING THORN~BUSH!

My "whirling" Magic sWord and Grail-Helmet of Salvation,

at the Incandescent Pearly Entrance into Heaven.

John 15:18-19 NIV "If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you." Jesus.

 THIS BURNING THORN~BUSH

AND EMBRACE OF GOD!

(Critical Hate-Speech of Wrath Introjected.)

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My Observer observes a contraction of hate,

observing my instincts, emotion and thought;

my id reacts to life, no longer survivable,

I hate myself for being so weak and now old.

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My watery emotions drain from my mask,

no energy left for the drama of daily tasks.

My airy thoughts and judgements deflate,

go up in smoke with my relaxed Holy Ghost!

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I hate this fiery Tongue that destroys my life,

my drive to survive, feelings, ideas, in strife;

my ancient Seed returns to the Burning Bush,

the CANVAS of GOD in all its incandescence!

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This Wrath of GOD denies material elements,

a Fire~Wall erected against lower ignorance;

my id takes it personally as not being worthy,

the opposite is true, GOD is fiery and thorny.

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My internalized critic is an elemental entity,

it helps me survive as a material identity;

the last gasp of a self-hateful contraction,

before it surrenders to dematerialization!

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Thus, we all learn the four language modes,

so we are not fooled by our own inner codes;

the Truth is simple, just one archetypal Word,

and a complex of ingredients for Deily Bread.

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My hate surrenders to the welcome of Wrath,

I understand the impersonal nature of Death;

GOD is a thorny Bush of incandescent POWER,

with a Loving EmbrAce for my Alien Saucer.

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The lower nature of our mind's psychology,

is superseded by a higher kind of Mythology;

GOD's Tongue of Fire speaks from the Logos,

the Netherworld Language printed deep in us!

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I have to go down to rise up as who I AM,

by learning Mythos of archaic Images aflame;

all animals Dream in this Language of Magic,

the simply complex Tongue of Eden's Serpent.

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Our GOD is the ultimate immaterial BEING,

made of Salt, Blood and Flesh forever shining;

with Steel Wind as a SWord for our reception,

the Pearly Gate and EmbrAce, East of Heaven.

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One of my Self portraits.

"The Moon turns to Blood before the coming of 

the great and glorious Day of the Lord." Acts 2:20.