on CANVAS of pure Subjectivity.
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CONSCIOUSLY DAY~DREAMING AWAKE!
Conjuring~up Ether, the Air of Heaven,
instead of elemental mental-matter.
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Mental-matter is such an airy element,
yet still too heavy for the Firmament;
so I need to conjure Ether instead,
inside the voidness of my Alien Head.
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Incandescent CANVAS of Consciousness,
gazing into Mythos of the Burning Bush!
We think upon it unconsciously every day,
and paint our dreams of a night, to play.
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Plasticity of intuition, imagination, magic,
the Tongue of Fire now a ConscioUs trick;
our dreaming conjured by Etheric Stuff,
Dust, Myst, Flour for Salt, Wine and Bread.
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Like learning to think as a young child,
stringing together words into new ideas;
so too, Ether, but mythologically inSpired,
to distill Wine and bake our Deily Bread!
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Ineffable CANVAS of the Burning Bush,
how it blackens with its incandescence;
and yet, Albedo is found inside Nigredo,
the plasticity for Rubedo and Solificatio!
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gravitating towards material elements; and white pupils
of dark energy, expanding into the SINGULARITY and
ineffable CANVAS of the BURNING BUSH.
(43) This white substance, if you will make it red, you must continually decoct it in a dry fire till it be rubified, or become red as blood, which is nothing but water, fire, and true tincture. And so by a continual dry fire, the whiteness is changed, removed, perfected, made citrine. And consequently by how much more it is heightened in color, and made a true tincture of perfect redness. Wherefore with a dry fire, and a dry calcination, without any moisture, you must decoct this compositum, till it be invested with a most perfect red color, and then it will be the true and perfect elixir. By Artephius, His Secret book, 12th century.
