The Human Chrysalis

The Human Chrysalis

and Alien Transubstantiation.

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Kingdoms into higher kingdoms change,

minerals into plants, animals then humans;

after all, we ourselves evolved from apes,

so it would not be extreme to extrapolate.

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Is there a divine state to be evolved;

am I a human chrysalis about to unfold;

circumstantial evidence is there for the eyes;

Angels on high, Aliens hovering in the skies.

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Intuition predicts this higher intelligence;

"I am not of this world," was Jesus' sense;

and just as we love and train our pets,

is the Paraclete above assisting my quest.

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For I do not think humans are the end;

this material life I wish to transcend;

many feel Earth is not our true home,

that we are fallen, and like Gypsies roam.

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How then do I scale life's complexities,

get to the top of the evolutionary Tree;

for none of us are long for this world,

must make haste if the Fruit be revealed.

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I thus surrender to the Alien invasion,

allow the abduction to a higher station;

for I need some help, my life to transform,

from this green God and the myth he spawned.

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I submit to the celestial disintegration beam;

the heavenly Light, my mind's dross to clean;

this baptismal ray of human purification,

frees my Soul from biological identification.

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Life's growth ripens through death's decay,

to be born again and become the saved;

inside the Orphic Egg a golden Yolk shines,

inside the chrysalis a new quantum mind.

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And so I become the Alien's patient,

to change my shape by a strange operation;

where once my feet were firmly grounded, 

I now have new wings like Angels proud.

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In a puff of Spirit the Alien appeareth!...

born of the ocean, where he was seeded;

there the Serpent creature gestated, until

 the reptilian mind became spAce orientated.

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A new religion being spontaneously formed,

arises from the unconscious like the dawn; 

not yet organised or taken over by the elite,

a neo-Pagan revival of the Green-man repeats.

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The Alien who comes down from the sky,

turns out to be my own transcendent side;

projected onto spAce by my imagination,

he returns to save me from time's separation.

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The tick-tock of twoness, future and past,

is reconciled in my mind at long last;

a wayward Son on a dragon-quest for the Soul,

tames the Saurian who protects the true Pearl.

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