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The sum of all the microwaved echos are the interfered ripples
Like the beautiful earthen virgin with volcanic red and moving nipples
That slice and serrate their flesh of blood through all of known time
Try and capture this molten and melting, soft heart of mine
Or being flippant and talking in babeled tongues to the Divine
To magick and conceptualise some other dimensions out of the flatness of this line
And lift yourself, chemically assisted, from your life in the slime
Like a Matador walking the fine line and veering from the fine...

Into the chattering of teeth and the nobled genetics of our final death
Like the wino that ignores the artifical colour of that purpled meths
Drink like there is no tomorrow, drown and refresh your dying breath
And fall into the magick carousel of unicorns, that are very pale, of course
As you examined down your giant feet, like Ozymandias in the buried, Egyptian sand
Like the happiness of Columbus when he sighted and smelled the new Land
Earthly schemes are never acted out properly, as they are always exactly planned...

Rising out of the blackness of the magician's hat and following the Greek, morning star
Reaching for the multi faceted idolatory armed with the East, so far
Many swords in this female deity, well equipped to murder and to smite
And searching for Blake's, symmetrical tyger, well into the small hours of the night
You came across your wandering overself, like the subtle deja vu of that prophesised fright
Crashed into your own destiny, in the form of your reflected light of the divine
That shaped and altered and mutated into a very similar form to mine...

Geometric patterns that replicate in DNA with the beauty of the frost
Try and find the mutated chromosomes of the legion of the angelic lost
Crucified and bloodied like our saviour pinned and bleeding on the rustic wood
We always try and change our vibrating experiences into the hope of the mood
And always towards the spectrum of the dying and thoughts of the frightened good
Like the devout monk that whispers sinful thoughts into his own hidden hood
The devils often look after the interests and welfare of their latent and sacred brood...

Georges.

Georges
There are a few images that I like in this..
but they are lost in an incomprehensible jumble.
What is it that you are trying to say?

Carol-anne,
he is trudging in the mud of;

"...the flight of the alone to the Alone." (Plotinus)

" Thus may a man in his essence outgrow mere being and become identical with the Transcendent of Being. And when we have fallen back again from that union, we waken the virtue within us until we know ourselves all well ordered once more; once more we are lightened of our burden, through virtue become spiritual, and move through Spiritual Wisdom to the Supreme.

This is the life of gods and of the godlike and blessed among men, liberation from all that is alien here and from pleasure in it, a flight of alone to Alone."
http://www.katinkahesselink.net/metaphys/plotinus.html

but it is a flight fraught with fun.
"To be alive, is to unbuckle your belt
and look for trouble!" Zorba.

Carol-anne,
In the slime of our existance, we search for the spawning grounds of our source and all of us have a different journey to reach there.

Mat,
I liked your thread and the inclusion to the side of the article to Madame Blavatsky.

Georges.

George.Wright wrote:In the slime of our existance, we search for the spawning grounds of our source and all of us have a different journey to reach there.

FOX News, fair and balanced, reports the latest research shows maybe diamonds that crashed to the earth from space provided our exit from the first slime:

"When primitive molecules landed on the surface of these hydrogenated diamonds in the atmosphere of early Earth, a few billion years ago, the resulting reaction may have been sufficient enough to generate more complex organic molecules that eventually gave rise to life, the researchers say." - http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,391682,00.html

Perhaps diamonds crashing to the earth from space is what it's always taken, to get us to from slime to slime I mean.

Casey

Casey,
There are no diamonds in the eons of time.

Georges.

mat james wrote:Carol-anne,
he is trudging in the mud of;

"...the flight of the alone to the Alone." (Plotinus)

" Thus may a man in his essence outgrow mere being and become identical with the Transcendent of Being. And when we have fallen back again from that union, we waken the virtue within us until we know ourselves all well ordered once more; once more we are lightened of our burden, through virtue become spiritual, and move through Spiritual Wisdom to the Supreme.

This is the life of gods and of the godlike and blessed among men, liberation from all that is alien here and from pleasure in it, a flight of alone to Alone."
http://www.katinkahesselink.net/metaphys/plotinus.html

Very cool. Thanks for the link...

This marvelous philosophy - true and identifiable to anyone in our situation - spawned the Qur'an (though not the Qur'an alone, of course).

The gods were alone in heaven back during the 7th century, keeping to themselves as advised by their woman (the one who appeared looking for Jesus that day the thunder was heard).

One of the gods, having stolen a listen during the firey-sword-spinning guards' coffee break, and believing he understood from what he heard that being equal with the Transcendent of Being was to be a Servant of the Universe, not a Master, stepped forward and volunteered - alone. Alone because the other gods didn't agree with him.

Odd, but true.

This fellow persisted on his own, listening to the Transcendent of Being, together plotting a plot only fathomable by gods understanding what he understood. Consequently another stumblingblock was broken into pieces by that "Unknown" Iron Rod the Greeks never had a clue about to begin with. Unless they were Jewish.

Reminds me of...

"God standeth in the congregation of the mighty; he judgeth among the gods."

"How long will ye judge unjustly, and accept the persons of the wicked? Selah."

"Defend the poor and fatherless: do justice to the afflicted and needy."

"Deliver the poor and needy: rid (them) out of the hand of the wicked."

"They know not, neither will they understand; they walk on in darkness: all the foundations of the earth are out of course."

"I have said, Ye (are) gods; and all of you (are) children of the most High."

"But ye shall die like men, and fall like one of the princes."

"Arise, O God, judge the earth: for thou shalt inherit all nations." [KJV-Bible - Psalms 82:1-8]

but it is a flight fraught with fun.
"To be alive, is to unbuckle your belt
and look for trouble!" Zorba.

So much fun, yes. Estimating how many human corpses the gods require to screw in a lightbulb is as fun as a barrel of monkeys.

Casey

Casey, what are corpes to do with lightbulbs?

Georges.

George.Wright wrote:Casey, what are corpes to do with lightbulbs?

Corpses are energy that spark human need for light, Georges... Suffering and death are the currencies of human progress.

Casey