The Wrath of Love

"Make every effort to enter through the narrow door."
Luke 13:24
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The Wrath of Love.

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Life's fullness of Love's gestation

leaves a wake of empty transformation;

red rose of Love's full-bloom

now dies beneath the Sun's bright doom.

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My grape is pressed and bloody flows,

the wrath of Love delivers death's blow;

the old wine skin must be destroyed,

a new one in Heaven's realm deployed.

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Life narrows down in the aging process, 

releasing the essence of ex-experience.

Now left behind my ego fades,

my Spirit upward evaporates away.

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Intoxicating bliss of happiness

in this lower kingdom cannot persist.

Male and female, war and peace,

are reconciled in a higher place.

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Love has flown away it seems,

an empty nightmare replaces the dream.

Life's but a wine-press in the end,

holy nectar must to Heaven ascend.

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Libido's lust into mortido's dust,

my life-force is fated to be crushed.

Farewell the old skin of immanence,

but where's the new cup of transcendence?

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Spirit of wine now pressed by Will,

needs a Soul-Cup it can fill.

My old skin is but a hollowman,

Love's wrathful process I must withstand.

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New wine into a new skin sublime,

my sol-like Soul must be defined.

This Holy Grail or Stone divine

is fire forged in my virgin mind.

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Pearl of the Dragon, Soul born of Spirit,

winged Orb of Light, golden Dish;

the Self or new skin archetype

has always been mythologized.

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I need a Cup in which to stow

my Spirit's Life pressed down below.

A quantum Vehicle must be "miracled"

for the water-to-wine I have distilled.

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Crowning forth on my dark horizon,

a sol-like Soul born of the Ocean;

my new skin rises, Sun-Barque eternal,

amphorae full and skyward sailing.

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And so Love's oneness is restored,

her Spirit into my Soul-Cup poured;

never again to be downward spilled,

New Wine into a New Skin sealed.

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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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Love's Bite

Kali, dark Mother of death and transcendence.
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"O Mother, even a dullard becomes a poet who meditates upon thee, raimented with space, three-eyed, creatrix of the three worlds, whose waist is beautiful with a girdle made of numbers of dead men's arms..." (From a Karpuradistotra hymn, translated from Sanskrit by Sir John Woodroffe). Woodroffe also writes: "Kali is so called because She devours Kala (Time) and then resumes Her own dark formlessness."

Love's Bite.

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The shift in consciousness occurs,

even as I write down these words;

I summon up a goddess divine,

as Kali, invoked, devours all time.

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Rainbow Serpent into Kaliya Naag,

changes her colours by ripening dark;

life's Spirit into the Holy Ghost,

a death-wish replaces desire and hope.

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Through her veil of severed arms,

the transcendent beauty of her charm;

dismembers me back to the womb,

to crown again as the crimson Moon.

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Into the wine-press of God's wrath,

the Shaman descends death's path;

Raven black into a white Dove dawns,

flies burning red, Phoenix reborn.

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Love has bitten off my head!...
sealed it with the kiss of death;
now I see that she was really me,
a projection of my true-Self asleep.
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Love is a drop of Holy Essence,
Rubedo of alchemical redness;
but once distilled inside the heart,
must be raised to set the head on-fire.
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Then the She-Serpent can sacrifice,
after poisoning my dizzy psyche;
she sheds her Spirit-skin now worn,
transfers her colours into my mind.
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How strange to feel Love so sweet
in the solitude on my retreat;
it seems I no longer need "Other",
to invoke the Spirit of the Lover.
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The Myth of Love's powerful tale
is a story of so must travail;
but now "the end" is almost nigh,
on my neck her passionate sign.
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The body of unconscious play,
encourages the Spirit to sublimate;
Ouroboros and her circulations
bring about a conscious realization.
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Love has surfaced like water flowing,
mixes with the Light of knowing;
seeming opposites merge into One,
Wine from water toasts the Sun.
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Love's bite of death's mortido,
Kali severs my head aglow;
karmic churning now complete,
discards the "old skin", life replete.

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"The Sun will be turned to darkness

and the moon to blood

before the coming of the great and glorious

day of the Lord." (Acts 2:20)

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Quantum Dreaming

  

Krishna dancing over the subdued Kaliya Naag.

Quantum Dreaming,

and the mythology of science.

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I once dreamed of fleeing in fear,
from a giant Black Python drawing near;
now I know it was a symbol of Nigredo,
the alchemical process of the black hole.
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A personification of Freud's death wish,
it somehow needed to be negotiated;
so I decided not to run or take pills,
but dive into this quantum Wormhole.
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Jonah was inside God's Beast three nights,
for me it took years to give up the fight;
my life-seed planted in unconsciousness,
was slow to grow in the belly of darkness.
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I kept running from the quantum Point,
which felt like a Wave of mounting Silence;
the great flood of Oceanic Reconciliation,
threatened to swallow my ego's separation.
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But Christ, the Shaman, showed the way,
died and returned, "holding the key of Hades;"
with his animistic Dove and wise Serpent,
like Hercules vs Cerberus tamed the instincts.
~Rev 1:18~
From Quetzalcoatl to the Spirit of "Jaws,"
God's Leviathan has taken many forms;
and still it swims in fractal Waviness,
gestating the Point, winged Orb of bliss.
~Jonah 1:17~
Now the wavicle "Word" of the Vine,
fruits forth Remembrance of the divine;
the Dragon's Pearl of Singularity,
dawns in my mind from the churning Sea.
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The quantum Pearl and Dragon,

pointing and waving since ancient times.

Water into Wine

My depiction of an alchemical Ouroboros.

Turning Water into Wine.
(Ye Olde Secret Recipe for the 
Sophic Nectar of Immortality.)
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Activate the spiral seed,
the id of instinctuality;
the Ouroboric spirit
asleep in the primal deep.
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Elemental waves
flow as libidinal life;
The hydra Serpent roused
stokes the secret fire.
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Four spirits divided:
earth, water, fire, air;
each one separately known
must into One repair.
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Raise the sleepy Dragon 
upon the staff of spine;
conscious to distil
Christic fire into Sophic wine.
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"The Sun darkens,

the Moon turns to blood." (Acts 2:20)
The light of consciousness
cools and condenses into love.
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A fifth spirit of Quintessence
intoxicates the mind.
The Tail-Eater devours itself,
pneuma to nectar now refined.
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The Ouroboros crowned,
seals the circulation;
the Serpent-Sun is born,
the Pearl of its creation.
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The Green Man, the All,
Spirit in nature dawned,
becomes the Word, remembered,
horns into Crown transformed.
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The World of Little Boys and Girls

The World of Little Boys and Girls

(or, the Science of Imagination)

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Into the streaming mythic mind,

the flow of Spirit outside time;

like in a dream yet wide awake,

I enter a strange and symbolic state.

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We all do it to some degree:

a new home can cause a reverie;

"falling in love" is a good example;

or the power of money in our hands.

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And once the daydream is activated,

it sweeps me up, gets me motivated:

a mythical quest to find the Grail;

or tame a fiery Dragon by the tail.

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If you want to see this happening,

look at children whilst they're playing;

carried along by their inSpiration,

acting out what the fairies are saying.

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To indulge in such idle fantasy,

imagination unrestricted by reality,

is still frowned upon in our schools,

education can repress being magical.

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Where is that realm that we once knew,

climbing trees, playing without shoes?

I hear the echo of playground yells,

the world of little boys and girls.

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In a puff of Spirit

the Dragon appeareth!

The Fascinating Fascinus

Roman divine winged Fascinus.

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The Fascinating Fascinus,

and the neo-masculine Warrior.

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What can one say about this Penis,

the divine winged and erect Fascinus;

what were the Romans trying to say,

about the Spirit of the masculine way?

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Nowadays men are so emasculated;

the warrior image is well outdated;

what is our role in modern society;

how do we express neo-masculinity?

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The instinctual roles based in libido,

for women are much the same as old;

to give birth and nurture offspring,

create a loving home, and be supporting.

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Most men no-longer take up weapons,

to protect family, and hunt sustenance;

but the killer instinct is still all there,

inside the mind to conquer our fear.

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It can be sublimated to a higher cause,

the spiritual quest of the warrior born;

the Monster of death has not vacated;

an army of Aliens in the sky awaits.

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Manna from heaven is sorely in need,

to be brought back for our lives to feed;

protection and maintenance of the peace

requires us to take on the inner Beast.

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I've been to the war in the alien sky,

the great god of Mars he will not die;

the Saurian attack hovers right above,

threatens to disintegrate those we love!

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The battle with these Beings on high,

can only really be won if we reconcile;

then Manna can be traded for the "Seed,"

the harvest of which is why Aliens invade .

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The new warrior with phallus winged,

confronts the Creature in his dreams,

brings back secrets from the divine,

the Food we need is love's sweet wine.

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In return the Alien is also enriched,

by the "Seed of Word," Jesus preached;

for only humans can grow the Flower,

the golden Lotus that gods devour.

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But in the end it will be truly known,

we are the Aliens the Seed has sown;

like Christ, "we are not of this world;"

the Fascinus points to a higher realm.

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