Haloid of the Soul

Time is running out above death's inevitability. "Beauty is but a flower
which wrinkles will devour." (Nashe). Eros has a vision of an ouroboros
formed into a halo? The wise Serpent becomes the divine Light born of its
fiery process through immanence: the animal Spirit, id, through human
experience as an ego, into a higher ideal; the mandorla of a "new skin."   

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Haloid of the Soul.

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And so the Serpent Saurian is unearthed,
from subconscious depths rebirthed;
sublimated from the animal Spirit below,
through humanoid ego into an Alien Halo.

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The Dragon-fire of my Spirit's wrath,

destroys everything or thought in its path;

determined to get to the golden Goal,

inflate the memBrane of the eternal Soul.

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But I must be careful as I strive,

so as not to burn down other's lives;

because the journey of my fiery Spirit,

determines the outcome of its quest.

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As my egoic thought-bubbles deflate,

my old identity must disintegrate;

holy fire of the libido now stoked,

my id-filled ideas can no longer cope.

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I need a 'new skin' alchemically forged,

from id energy reshaped into a Haloid;

death's mortido deflates from my ego,

the Holy Ghost letting ideation go.

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Like a vampire sucking out my life,

my id is freed back into the wild;

the Creature unleashed will be the test

of this sublimation of consciousness.

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God's pet, God-zilla, now reappears,

from its sleep of a thousand years;

will my instincts rage at the humans,

or fly away free as a wise Saurian?

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The ego is but a persona fabrication,

a temporary identity incarnation;

and when the id-Spirit is well tamed,

the Beast within must be reclaimed.

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For it is the great Leviathan God sent,

to rescue old Jonah from discontent;

help him escape from the underworld,

the reclaimed Spirit forged into a Pearl.

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This earthen Ouroboros now disinterred,

from elemental watery depths baptized;

into airy heights spreads its new wings,

and with fiery breath inflates the Alien.

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Spaceman of the Soul returns on high,

into the 'Cloud of Unknowing' in the sky;

with 'helmet of salvation,' Ephesians 6:17,

the wild id rebirths into a Haloid shining. 

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Celestial Ouroboros (1702).
The shed and crowned Ouroboros reveals the

countenance of the starry Soul in the "Cloud

of Unknowing." This skeletal Ouroboros is the
dragon, flayed by its own fiery breath of pneumatic
consciousness; fire-baptized and self-sacrificed,
blackened unto the white bones of albedo; revealing
the rubedo of holy wine, the serpent-distilled
quintessence of alchemy.

"Be seekers of death. Death will teach you about being chosen."

(Jesus, the Secret Book of James, Nag Hammadi library.)

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Here the Buddha sits within a golden mandorla or body halo,
representing the 'New Skin' of the Soul. Note the spiral pattern,
which is the swirling motion of id energy. The spiral signifies the 
human coil of primal Spirit in the Orphic Egg or 'Seed of the Word.'
The old ego-skin is shed, and a quantum memBrane is forged out
of fiery light, inflated with integrated Pneuma of the 'Word.'
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The Black Sun-God

From: utriusque cosmi historia published in 1617, written by robert fludd.

The Black Sun-God.

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The golden Sun of shining bliss,

now sets into Raven-like blackness;

it swallows itself into negation,

I must hold this space of annihilation!

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Into the Sunyata of sheer nothingness,

my lord, Yama, has become activated;

I must trust in this immolation,

die in mortido's reverse inSpiration.

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I feel voided, my ego wants to react,

fight against this seeming Alien attack;

Space has invaded from above on high,

a ray of disintegration blows my mind.

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I contract against this irradiation, must

somehow relax into Black Sun solarization;

for this I know is the giant Wormhole,

the Portal into the immortal's kingdom.

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There he is, the One in Serpent-SpAce;

the black Dragon-Sun is the entrance;

its blackening fire turns to quantum Light,

like a torch it reveals a deeper insight.

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Born again from baptismal burning,

crowning forth from the void of unlearning;

a black animal-Spirit par exellence,

guides me into its master's Presence.

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Now I see with divine clarity,

the lord and master of Alchemy;

no wonder so many turn in con-fusion,

for He has two faces, black and golden!

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The Harvest (parts 1 and 2)

"New wine must be poured into new wine skins." (Luke 5:38)

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Still another angel, who had charge of the fire, came from the altar and called in a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, “Take your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of grapes from the earth’s vine, because its grapes are ripe.” The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great winepress of God’s wrath. They were trampled in the winepress outside the city, and blood flowed out of the press. (Rev 14:18-20)

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The Harvest.

Destruction's Creation of the Soul (part 1)

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A "cluster of grapes" my ego be,

atop the vine of life's destiny;

a libation to God awaits an Angel,

the fiery Seraph harvesting Souls.

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Id energy of libido flows,

from the reservoir down below;

the wellspring of life's battery,

biological source of instinctuality.

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Ideas inflated with id energy,

self-define the ego identity;

thought-bubbles all agglomerated,

filled with libidinal life created.

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Beliefs, worries, and ideation,

complaints, answers and questions,

fixed opinions, plans and fears,

hope, memories down the years.

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We learn to think so powerfully,

controlling nature on land and sea;

but death is half the answer too,

energy of mortido, the final blow!

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New wine of alchemical rubedo,

the sacrifice of letting things go;

"great winepress of God's wrath,"

gathers-up life's blood from earth.

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Red energy of death's exSpiration,

deflates my ego's ripe balloons;

life exhausts into emptiness,

sunyata of the Buddhist's wish.

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Unlearning feels like annihilation;

death's blow hides a secret inflation;

fills a thoughtless Bubble or Halo,

mortido rebirths the ideal Soul.

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Flaming winged Byzantium Seraph ("burning one") with Halo of eternal Light.

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"It is death for the Soul to become like water.

This cosmos is and will be an eternal fire. 

The Soul is an exhalation that perceives, it is different from

the body, and always flowing." Heraclitus, 535-475 BC.

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"The Great Serpent Mound is a 1,348-foot-long, three-foot-high prehistoric effigy mound located on a plateau of the Serpent Mound crater along Ohio Brush Creek in Adams County, Ohio. The serpent head has an open mouth extending around the east end of a 120-foot-long hollow oval feature. Scholars posit that the oval feature symbolizes an egg or the sun." (Wikipedia).

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The Harvest.

Incense for a Soul (part 2)

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Divine Smoke I must somehow make,
with incense my Soul to inflate;
my old skin has two lungs formed,
a "new skin" is from one Breath born.
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Spiral, Wave, and Particle behaving,
the Cosmic Serpent writhes, co-creating;
the human coil unfolds life's energy,
from the id reservoir of instinctuality.
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The archetypal pattern of Eros guides,
from lust to love the libido rises;
molds the id into bubbles of thought,
ideas inflated with Wind of Spirit.
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Ego identity is thus self-defined,
the ideational structure of the mind;
an agglomeration of globular notions,
emotionally-charged energy in motion.
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Mental matter of these lead balloons,
weigh down the Spirit, earth fallen;
bright ideas and "light bulb" moments,
become brain farts as age dements.
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Mental waste must be voided too,
ideas grow stale, must be renewed;
the id inside ego to be deflated,
mortido, the death blow incensed!
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The Wave of life becomes an Ebb,
Thanatos takes over toward the end;
crushes the grapes of experience,
we lose our marbles for a "new skin."
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The Soul ideal awaits realization,
filled with Pneuma of death's creation;
fire is the prelude to eternal Light,
baptismal flames, the Soul's dark night.
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Spirit's Wave sealed into an Orb,
Dragon into a Pearl fire-forged;
the Wind of the Holy Ghost burns,
Seraph puts on the Halo earned.
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Mortido's unlearning via the void,
lightens us up to transcend the world;
bearing the blow of death's destruction,
refines the Wine of life's production.
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And so a thoughtless Bubble births,
from Pan's airy Breath on earth;
through the mind journey of ideation,
green Osiris to Ra's golden inflation.
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O wrathful power of sweet demise,
how you comfort as my ego dies;
my thoughts go up in Holy Smoke,
into the "Cloud of Unknowing" home. 
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Osiris journeys through the underworld and
 transforms from a vegetation god into the
Sun god, Ra; green to gold, water into fire.
Note Ra's ouroboric halo, the Serpent solarized
into the Sun. He holds an ankh with a loop or
ru through which the divine breath is blown,
hence ruach, spirit.
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The Encoded God Atom

Apep, the Serpent of chaos in the waters of Nu, and Atum.
Egyptian Atum (Atom), the Self-generated Observer who collapses
the Wave function (Apep) into a Point of enLightenment, Ra. The Wave
(Apep / Uraeus), in return, splits the Atum into the trinity of the Soul:
Ka, Ba, and Akh, the eternal Eye of Horus; and Tria Prima in Alchemy.
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Tria Prima: the three metalloid compounds of the higher Self.

"Mercury is the Spirit, Sulfur is the Soul, Salt the Body." (Paracelsus).

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The Encoded God Atom.

The Metallic Nature of the Stone?

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How can One remember One?...
unless it falls and splits the Atum!
Into a Trinity, Tria Prima alchemical,
Mercury reflects, sees itSelf in metal.
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Spirit fallen encodes into the id,
imprinted programming of the instincts;
flows as libido emotionally-charged,
inflating ideas, inspiring the egoid.
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Old Adam, the primordial Ancestor,

"seed of the Word," Gnostic scintilla,

collapses the Chaos of Serpent-Eve,

a Wavicle from her nurturing heave.

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Observation by Spark of the Logos,
energizes the Wave with libido;
Atum, the Observer, understands,
Apep, in return, adds feeling tone. 
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Four elemental languages learned,
god dialects of the Ogdoad spoken;
dismantled then fused into metalloids,
three compounds now deprogrammed.
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Adam in the Burning Bush of life,
raised by a Serpent on the Staff;
Salamander Spirit is not consumed,
forges the Soul into Flower bloomed.

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 A gathering fire of concentration

lights the central Core of Solarization;

Dragon of immanence births her Pearl,

a transcendent and decoded Individual.
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Four lower elements are dissolved,
I egocide so I can live eternal;
compound atoned by way of sublimation,
salty id into Ideal crystallization.
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Refined Salt, lucidity of awakening;
fluid Mercury spreads silver wings;
a Sulfurous cloud on high appears,
solidifies into a golden Mirror.
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The encoded id becomes Idealized,
through fiery baptism dematerializes;
mental matter of thoughts and dreams,
dispel, erasing spelling from the mind.
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How can One remember One,
without a central Zero-Point;
and a Wave to spread reflection,
Spirit of death and resurrection.

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The Ripley Scroll (15th century)
From bottom up: refined Salt of the Earth is split into a trinity
(tria prima) by the Mercurial Dragon of the Moon (Apep, Uraeus, 
Kundalini), whose Wave-Function is collapsed by Atum, the Observer,
into Ra, the golden Stone / Sun of enLightenment (fixed Sulfur). 

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Light of my life

 

Piper at the gates of dawn, from The Wind in the Willows.

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Light of My Life.
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Visions of spring

unveil the wild Child

underneath my skin.

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Gopala Krishna

dances his whirl

of in-no-sensory innocence.

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His powerful presence

of pre-human being

threatens to overtake!

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My ego tries to

punish, educate, and civilize

his unrestricted play.

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But the daimonic Child,

green-consciousness born,

follows Pan's airy rhyme.

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The music of the All, 

over and under the rainbow drawn,

my inner-Sprite inspires.
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Light of my life,
innocence revived,
presence reborn alive!
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How strange to be old,
yet so young inside?.. fly,
fly, away my spirit's Child.

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The Crone of Ripe Old-Ageing

"The angel swung his sickle on the earth,
gathered its grapes and threw them into
the great wine-press of God's wrath." Rev 14:19
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The Crone of Ripe Old-Ageing.

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And so  the process of ageing ends,

life unfolded through immanence.

It narrows down as energy fades,

God's wine-press lies beside the grave.

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The wrath of God now has a meaning:

to press-forth the essence of its gleaning;

and thereby extract new-spirit of wine,

the fruit of my long-suffering vine.

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My decrepit life can no-longer diversify,

go out into the world, or multiply;

instead I give-up the struggle to remember;

libido into mortido I must surrender.

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Death's scythe descends upon my head,

the "harvest of angels" has come again;

to reap what this end-time brings,

the crop of my good and evil deeds.

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Into the wine-press I thus let go,

all my experience swept undertow;

back into oceanic consciousness,

crushed by a Crone's catabolic wrath.

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Yama, lord of death, has come!...

to take back what my life has spun;

nothing now seems to matter much,

except Love given, or held back.

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The Moon Births the Sun

The Blood~Moon Births the Sun.

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The Shaman into death en-trances,

enters the realm of archetypes;

self sacrifices his elemental ego,

resurrects his metallic Imago.

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Ka means "Image" of higher Mind,

the Observer hermetically sealed;

he who flies his animal "Spirit,"

Ba, Mercury, the Phoenix uplifted.

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Spirit-Bird ascends to Heaven,

on a quantum Wave transcendent;

unto the "radiant Soul" of Self,

Akh, eternal Stone of I-Am-ness.

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We are god-Particles divine,

by way of apotheosis honed;

Wavicles of Love and Light,

Blood~Moon and Sun united.

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The Yin~Yang atomic oscillation,

inside the memBrane of a New Skin,

reSonates at a higher frequency,

only an Observer can feel and see.

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Sealed off to lower elements,

yet porous to higher influences,

"the Moon turns to Blood,"

darkness of Yin turns red.

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Upon the Wave of Heaven's Heave,

feeling guided by blind Love,

baptismal Wine fills the Grail,

before a miracle is revealed.

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Shamanic death and resurrection,

is a sacramental transformation;

when the higher Mind is full,

Love's Spirit collapses into Soul.

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The Moon births the Sun on high,

baptized in water turned to Wine;

Heaven Heaves her pregnancy,

crowns forth from Blood: Imago Dei.

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The Moon Births the Sun.

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The Moon gathers-up into her Dish

our four languages of consciousness;

earth, water, air, and holy fire,

mixed together, the "Word" to inSpire.

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Panning for gold, Pan, Green Man,

animal Spirit at the "gates of dawn;"

sublimates sublime instinctual salt;

watery-air blows bubbles of thought.

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Thus the id into libido animates,

from earth's wellspring life originates;

flowing, gurgling, ideas formulating,

a stream of identity, ego conceiving.

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Green consciousness now wears a hat,

the power of thinking lifting it up;

but the golden Sun is still too high,

shines transcendent in heaven's sky.

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Mercury's Moon needs another element,

secret fire to cook the ferment;

mortido, death's instinct now blackens,

alchemical distillation via putrefaction.

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So the winged animal Spirit rises,

Dragon of transformation comes alive;

the great void between Luna and Sol,

crossed in Luna's chariot pulled.

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Finally, from the Crater of the Moon,

an Ideal Self reborn from death's Womb;

four languages fire-forged into One,

the "Word" of God reflecting "I Am."

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Byzantine orthodox "cross over crescent."