The Retirement Dream

The Retirement Dream.

In the Fall of Death.

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Rest In Peace before you die,

your Spirit must learn to fly;

on silver wings of Mercury,

to find its Soul in eternity.

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Mortido, death's instinctual blow!..

is the pull of the Black Hole;

night is the prelude to resurrection,

dawn opens the Gates to Heaven.

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Egocide means consciously letting go,

of the lower elemental ego;

self sacrificing my will to live,

for a higher Will that elevates.

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Ankh is the key to eternal Life,

death and resurrection symbolized;

unlocking the secret to the Pyramid,

focally converging the elemental id.

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Four corners, then three into One,

the Tria Prima of the Stone;

a Pyramidion lifted up on high,

 the Eye of Horus opens wide.

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Retirement is our last ten years,

the final stage for testing Metals;

an opportunity to die before death,

distil out Wine from "grapes of wrath."

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Instinctual fear I must now face;

emotional grief feel and process;

rational understanding to unlearn;

creativity into destruction burns.

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The animal id of the instincts,

roars into four egoic dialects:

earth, water, air, creative fire,

id into libidinal ego civilized.

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Four lower elemental languages,

slowly learnt and articulated;

de-mented back into a Whole,

the One "Word" of three Metals.

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Silver Mercury into Holy Wine,

the Blood Moon of coagulation.

Metallic Salt of a new memBrane.

Golden Sulfur of Solarization.

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Id into an Ideal, reconstituted,

from the ego dematerialized;

the dark Void of the Prima Materia,

is also the Womb for the Tria Prima.

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And so I return back into dust,

the ashes by fire immolated;

trusting death's instinctual wish,

mortido, animal Spirit finding Peace.

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Green leaves into Gold falling,

letting go into timeless Being;

my final breath of Spirit, inflates

my Soul into eternal Rest.

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Homunculus, the golden divine Child bathing in Blood Moon Wine
of Mercury, in the hermetic vacuum of the crystalline higher Mind (Salt).
The Ravens of Nigredo tend to the secret fire.

The Retirement Dream.
Holy Holiday.

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Throughout our lives are many dreams,

falling in love, a home, an identity;

and in the autumn, when our work is done,

is the dream of retirement, wisdom won.

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Twenty years to grow up and begin,

then four times ten for each element:

earth, water, air and fire dragons,

instinct, emotion, thinking and intuition.

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Sixty all told and integrated,

spirit of four serpents sublimated;

into an ideal Soul by apotheosis,

man into an Imago by metamorphosis.

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"The aim of life is death," said Freud;

who can face the end of their world;

to be born again by resurrection,

from the cross of four predilections?

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Age thus forges the dragon's Pearl,

transcendent Sun, the centre of all;

the Light of consciousness redeemed,

by which our dreams at night are seen.

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It projects the mythos of each life,

the individual pattern of an archetype;

to flesh out the bones with Metals,

the "armour" of Salt, Mercury and Gold.

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Now to shine the shining one,

beneath this ravaged skin all worn;

 that which unfolded but never aged,

Homunculus of the eternal Child.

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The myths of gods dream for us,

until we learn to conjure them up;

and dream for ourselves consciously,

heavenly retirement, a holy Holiday.

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