Mythological Dreams of Gods (1 & 2)

Mythological Dreams of Gods

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I'm asleep in elemental dreams,

must compound four into three;

earth, water, air, fire, spirits,

into a Star, Soul of Light.

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How to awaken from this sleep,

to realize it's all a dream;

understand the myths I'm in,

dispel the spells of imagination?

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For at the end of seeming time,

the All collapses into One;

the Image of Imago Dei,

Light behind elemental play.

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Myths are the dreams of gods,

fallen to earth as human egos;

"seeds of the Word," said Christ,

 earth to fire flowering bright.

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Take the myth of love's example:

you are not two, hand in hand,

to suffer when the "other" dies;

for All is One eternal Life.

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Or the dream of a role played,

deflating when we have retired;

identity is not a job performed,

but awakens with a god reborn.

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Therefore "you are gods," Jesus,

fallen, knocked into unconsciousness;

dreaming you are a human being,

when in truth you are an Alien.

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Crashed to earth we cannot fly;

how to return into heaven's sky?

To be taken up by abduction,

saved by golden hands of Aten.

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Apotheosis is the way on high,

by means of Light to realize;

the Dawn breaks, sleep awakens,

we are gods, dreaming problems.

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Aten, the Serpent-Sun with Ankh and hand rays.
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Celestial Ouroboros (1702).

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How to Wake Up?

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When we awaken in the flesh,

every morn the Spirit is unleashed;

begins anew a quick life-cycle,

the Ouroboros devours its tail.
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Starting with pre-mentia again,

Spirit stretches out the brain;

the body is heavy, must update,

until earthy instincts re-animate.

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Then the Spirit flows once more,

water rises from the reservoir;

airy bubbles of pneuma inflate,

the brain begins to ideate.

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Finally the fire of imagination

stirs the dreams of individuation;

Spirit into the Light of Soul,

Serpent into a Sun retold.

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But for a Star to be reborn,

Spirit sheds its elemental form;

dementia de-ments at the end,

the dematerialization of the mind.

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The black Dragon self devours,

unto the white bones of ashes;

from which the Phoenix rises Home,

the red glow of a golden Stone.

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Death is fire, Spirit spent,

mythological dreams figured out,

my god, in heavenly slumber,

awakens from a human nightmare.

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Understanding dreams dispels them!

Apotheosis requires interpretation;

"Be ye as wise as Serpents," Jesus,

digest the "tale" of consciousness.

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My interpretation of an alchemical Ouroboros

devouring its own tail in the process of dawning.