Baptism in Wine!

Homunculus, the golden divine Child bathing in alchemical Wine of
Quintessence, in the vacuum of the sealed and higher Mind.

The Ravens of Nigredo tend to the secret fire.

Baptism in Mythical Wine!

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I feel so crushed like "grapes of wrath",

dead to my ego and id of the earth;

tormented in my Crucible filled with Blood,

a baptism of Wine inside my New Head!

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I'm sacrificed on the Altar of the Moon,

a libational offering held up to the Sun!

This mercurial Wine poisons me so,

the dark side of Love dissolves my ego!

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No wonder feelings turn sour into hate,

Spirit is too strong for lower elements;

Isis unveiled is such a volatile goddess,

the silvery Dish for John the Baptist! 

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Her embrace suffocates my open Heart,

floods me full with her Wave of Spirit;

dissolution and dematerialization,

in Luna's Chariot we fly to the Dawn! 

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Behold the Wedding of Moon and Sun,

the Red Sky collapses a Point of Stone!

A pregnant Peach with bulbous Head,

conceives the immaculate Word of Bread!

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Without mythotherapy written in Blood,

my pointless sacrifice is not understood;

matter into Spirit is a secret process,

the Book of Heaven describes apotheosis!

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Ink brings me closer to the Nib of GOD,

the Fluidity and Solidity of the LORD;

Whose Canvas is VOID of any language;

Logos is the archetypal Word of ages!

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My immortal Peach, Shoulao.

"The blood of Isis, the spells of Isis,

the power of Isis, are a protection unto me,

and they crush what I abhor."

Egyptian Book of the Dead.