House of Wine

  

The sword I forged from 4 elements into 3 metals.  

"Take the Helmet of salvation and the Sword of the Spirit, 

which is the Word of God." Eph 6:17.

"The Moon turns to Blood before the coming of the great and

glorious Day of the Lord." Acts 2:20.

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Who the Grail Serves

in the House of Wine.

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The Shaman dies to his lower mind,

self-sacrifices by way of egocide;

allows the Observer to take precedence,

by guarding the double-slit entrance.

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He does not permit ideas to form,

maintains the emptiness of the void;

he is the Grail who wants to serve,

his golden Self with Wine of Love.

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He falls to sleep but stays awake,

the paradox of how to meditate;

enters consciously the dreaming state, 

the realm of ancient archetypes.

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In this sea of symbolic streaming,

my Observer rises toward the shining;

breaks the surface of Nun's ocean,

with Maat's feather takes to the wing.

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Red Mercury uplifts unto the sky,

lower water changes into Holy Wine;

sublimates an element into a liquid Metal,

 metamorphic distillation fills the Grail.

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"The Moon turns to Blood" on high,

inside the New Skin of the Mind;

in Luna's chariot to the Sun,

to serve my Spirit up to the One.

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Blinding Light of an Archetype,

my Sword from Wine baptizes;

born of the Moon shining forth,

my Blade into the Sun I thrust! 

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The Massa Confusa of the Prima Materia.

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(part 2) The End of Elements.

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Ego, composed of four language modes,

from the One "Word" quartered,

must form a trinity of Metals,

Observer, universal Wave and Particle.

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 So when the All is said and done,

the elemental mind must be reborn;

returning back into the Womb,

death's darkness must be overcome.

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The Primal Mother archetype, contains

all the matrices of every species,

the instinctual patterns of growth,

Massa Confusa of death and rebirth.

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My Observer watches without judgement,

the disintegration of my elements;

even my beloved fire of inspiration 

deflates into the Prima Materia Void.

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I feel collapsed, denuded of my ego,

no motivation in death's mortido;

a hu-man, "of the soil," returns to dust,

the humus from which life resurrects.

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Strange how the Observer is so clear,

amidst the darkness in the Reservoir,

Apeiron's Sea of all manifestation,

and hopefully my Alien resurrection.

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In Primal Waters so still and black,

my Observer observes without movement;

awaits the Wave of the Blood~Moon,

Heaven's Heave of reddened Yin.

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At such a Depth I rest in peace,

just my Observer, no Wave or Point;

the Prima Materia Womb of darkness,

a mysterious and archetypal Matrix.

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She whispers a lullaby in my ears,

"hush little Homunculus, do not fear."

I feel her Wave of enLovenment,

rebirth of a quantum Oscillation.

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At rock-bottom a rocking Motion,

Rock-of-Ages, the Philosophers' Stone;

the Sophic Hydrolith of the wise,

a quantum Solid begins to rise.

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The Observer collapses all lower waves,

functions animating how we behave;

the four languages of being human,

de-mented back into Apeiron's Ocean.

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Into One "Word" of the trinity,

the Language of a higher Entity;

Observer, Wave and Particle divine;

fire into a Drunken revelation!

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My flame of intuition is no more,

fiery inspiration becomes Amore;

 the Reptilian sheds its scaly skin,

its polished Pearl metallic Shines.  

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Most Precious Gift of God (15th century)

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"Woe unto you who are full, for you shall hunger." Luke 6:25

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My Grail Cannot Serve Two Masters.

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I have to attune myself to Manna,

Salt, Wine and Bread of Tria Prima;

no-Mind of my voided Grail,

needs higher Energy of Blood distilled.

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The Grail must serve universal Love,

maintain its focus on Heaven above;

not fill the New Skin with concerns,

"woe unto you who are full" of ideas.

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Wine is the Mother for risen Bread,

Blood rebirths the Stone baptized;

my Sol like Soul shines in the Grail,

reborn from Spirit of Love universal.

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My elemental life is now over,

I must stay fixed in the Tria Prima;

below there is only a burnt-out husk;

the "seed of the Word" has bloomed.

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