An Alien voice in my mind

Voice from the Void.
~

I am struck by the so-called

"Thunder Perfect Mind;"

the sonic resonance of Christ

announcing "the end of time."

~

Fragmenting my ego,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

the high note inside

is the sound I must trust.

~

I can no longer hold back

the Alien from Space attack!

With his disintegration ray

he blows my mind away.

~

Now I am abducted

by a call from on high.

I've succumbed to the One voice

who is All in my mind.

~

In his vehicle of light,
the priest of the Son's

holy emanation, transports me

from this world undone.

*

The Philosopher's Stone

The Philosopher's Stone

~

The Son rises in SpAce;

brings fire to my thought-scape.

The blackened idea of me

becomes a fading memory.

~

But the non-dual Christ

remains in the sky;

blowing my mind, with

his breath of Spirit on high.

~

I am caught fire!...

in a burning spiration;

the Dragon has come

for my transformation.

~

Into the quantum void

the Serpent returns;

through the "narrow way"

past flaming swords turn.

~

Where there-in does lie

within the furnAce abyss,

the waterstone pearl

of the philosopher's wish.

*

Saurian Sunshine

The Alien Ouroboros

Prologue: Emerging in the fifties from the matrix of 

the collective unconscious, a new mythology and religion

spontaneously erupts into consciousness. Thousands of 

visions of divine chariots in the sky, abductions into 

transcendent space, and inspired messages received 

from a higher intelligence, announce the dawning of a 

new Gnosis. Has Mercury (Hermes), the winged messenger,

returned to gather-up his flock?   

Saurian Sunshine

(Alien Spirit of the Saurian Id)

~

Alien-Spirit fallen from the Heavens,

searches for the secret way home;

through the quantum wormhole entrance,

material immanence unto transcendence.

~

Oh how my Saurian-Spirit writhes,

to shed this old skin stuck in time;

with its fiery disintegration power,

the churning Ouroboros self-devours.

~

My Animal-totem must fire baptize,

through holy flame into Light realized;

Dragon-Id forges Crown of the Self,

alchemical distillation restores true health.

~

Green consciousness thus turns dark,

mouth of the wormhole seems to attack!

Sol Niger, Black Hole, Raven of Nigredo,

we all feel it pulling from down below.

~

Libido into Mortido, life and death,

flow and ebb of the Cosmic breath;

this spiration is the Spirit's motion,

the "Word" of pneuma in circulation.

~
Instinctual desire of the Freudian Id
turning unconsciously behind the scenes;
stuck in addiction, yearning to get high,
my hungry Ghost must sublimate sublime.
~

Who can tame it, go along for the ride,

unleash the Spirit of this Creature divine?

Pregnant with meaning, the Pearl inside,

what a relief when black turns white!

~

The calcined Dragon now has its Orb,

MoonStone of Albedo fire-forged;

so this is the purity of the virgin mind,

the prism where all colours recombine.

~

Alien scintilla into Light matured,

"seed of the Word" now remembered;

a final colour-change as white reddens,

"new wine" of alchemical Quintessence.

~

Holy blood needs a "new skin" sealed,

Rubedo into a golden Cup distilled;

the solarization of consciousness dawns,

a Star back into the Heavens reborn.
~
Serpent uncoils from subconsciousness,
to be a sol-like Soul, its burning wish;
from Saurian-Spirit through human being,
to the higher Self of an Alien greeting.

*

"Crucifixion." Painted 1350 A.D.

Stoke Thy Fire!

"Athanor of the Mind" 18th century.
The calcination stage where the alchemist
undergoes fiery transformation.

Stoke Thy Fire.

~

Stoke thy fire,

for fire births Light;

from ashes arises

the Phoenix so bright.

~

This fire of passion,

the libido asleep,

is kundalini stirring

in unconsciousness deep.

~
Blackening to white,
burning to the bone,
nigredo to albedo
the Ouroboros churns.
~

The alchemical forge,

fires forth Gold;

from leaden waters

the Pearl is behold.

~

Stoke thy fire,

in self immolation;

burn-up in desire,

the Id's sublimation.

~

Is not God ablaze?...

"Burning Bush" of yore;

and our Sun ashine,

his flames we adore.

~

But who can bear it,

this blackening force?

Sol Niger, Dark Sun,

announcing our Lord.

~

Stoke thy fire,

the prelude to Light;

and as it destroys thee,

know: you cannot die.

*

The alchemical "Black Sun" ;  Freud's mortido, the

psychological force of Death in our lives.
"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)
~

The Serpent Sword

"Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, 

which is the word of God." Ephesians 6:17.

~

The Serpent Sword.

~

The Ouroboros, devouring itself,

sheds the old skin of consciousness;

integrates all the colours refined,

into the Soul of eternal mind.

~

MemBrane of a new skin formed,

vegetation Spirit into a golden Dawn;

the Sun rises, fire from water,

the Ideal, from the id reservoir.

~

Life's libido from a latent lake,

the Sword extracted, there to take;

to wield the power of destiny,

Spirit of the "Word" set free.

~

Who can release it from matter,

the instincts of Pan in Arcadia;

the Green Man, Osiris in Hades;

Adam,  fallen into sexual need?

~

Libido rises from id latency,

into ideas inflated with energy;

living fire, the flaming Sword,

takes on many ideational forms.

~

Including now the personal ego,

self-defined from ideas we mold;

agglomerated into an identity,

pinnacle of human collectivity.

~

But the Blade must be hardened,

tempered by wrath's purification;

mortido deflates thinking bubbles,

Spirit freed from mental troubles.

~

Earth, forged in airy fire bright,

from water, born into shining light;

the Ideal weapon of war and peace,

lifted high, Serpent Sword complete.

 

~

A Dragon Lives Forever

"A dragon lives forever but not so little boys."

(from, Puff the Magic Dragon)

A Dragon Lives Forever

~

Tale of the Serpent comes to a head,

the Id sublimed into an Ego brain;

unconscious Spirit buds a conscience,

the essence for the Soul's remembrance.

~

Strange as it seems, a human being

is not the pinnacle of the climbing Tree;

it's the Animal-Spirit who breaks through,

so I must return to the wild anew.

~

But getting back to nature is not easy,

the mighty Dragon of yore makes me queasy;

amoral Creature of good and evil writhes,

and devours me whole to begin the climb.

~

The Gnostics say that Jesus is the Serpent,

and came to defy the Demiurge's intent;

talked Adam and Eve into digesting knowledge,

to escape the grip of the Old God of judgement.

~

Thus he said to the Jews, John 8:44 reveals,

"You belong to your father, the devil, a liar."

The Old Testament God he denied and defied,

abandoned his religion to start a new life.

~

"Be ye as wise as serpents," he advised,

for he knew about Hermes' rod of fire;

baptism by way of the fiery Spirit

was at the time a common sacrament.

~

Atop the Tree of the "Burning Bush,"

the fire-Dragon climbs and is not consumed;

regurgitates the Star of the Pearl ashine,

Id, through Ego, to the Soul refined.

*

The Magic Circle

Thoth, the god of Thought, Magic, Writing, Alchemy,

and the Moon. Greek-Hermes, Roman-Mercury.

~

The Magic Circle

~

Magic Circle in my mind,

chaos of identity unrefined;

potential, awaiting to be squared,

betwixt mine ears a mystery heard.

~

Pregnant with swelling ideas,

the Mound from Nu appears;

Benben Hill for climbing high,

seeing things from airy sky.

~

Sitting there with omni-vision,

in fiery, child-like imagination,

inSpiration comes down to play,

book of heaven channelled through.

~

Earthen id of instinctuality,

from watery libido, emotionality,

rises into pneumatic ideation,

before fire catches my intuition.

~

Above the earthy green of Pan,

golden glows the Sun of man;

between them silvery reflections,

Luna's magical conceptions.

~

This reverie of innocence,

captures me into his presence;

god of magic, Thoth, divine,

the Scribe of Egypt pen in hand.

~

Whispering down an incantation,

a spell for Spirit excitation;

an evensong for my dreams,

blood Moon of his alchemy:

~

'My tide lifts-up the water,

gathering salt upon the shore;

the wind dries it all free,

for cooking fire inside of Thee.'

~

'Flames dawn our Sol of light,

transcendent Bird of fire flies;

blackened, rises pure and white,

turning red and shining bright.'

~

A thoughtless Bubble magics-up!..

a quantum Solid floating off;

crystal clarity, wavy reflection,

ideal point of Self-conception.

*

All-seeing Eye of Horus on the U.S. one-dollar note.

The Benben mound, now a stone, triangulated into

the trinity of the rebirthed Soul.

~