Magic PenDragon.

(picture source unknown)

Mater Red~Shifts from matter back

into the "CLOUD of Unknowing."

Magic PenDragon Dreaming Upon a CANVAS.

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Another day dawns in my empty Helmet,

but now at least I can breathe this Myst;

no more suffocation in the Air of Heaven,

Mater's Wine diStilled into my New Skin.

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Seven language modes upon this PAGE,

complete my story from Child to old age.

Id to Ideal we must reach for the SUN,

grow our Seeds up to the GRAMMATON.

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GOD is simply this ontological CANVAS,

I couldn't even think without this SPACE;

 boundless BODY with BLOOD and FLESH,

Universal SPIRIT and OverSoul of LOGOS.

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At first we are dyed into animal instincts,

acting-out is the beginning of languages;

the id is then taught to become an ego,

emotionally~charged thinking, fiery blow!

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My fire~forged Observer is just like a Pen,

for Dreaming inside the GRAMMATON;

a Well for Ink and Grail for Holy Blood,

a Boundary for me in the boundless VOID.

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The tongue of fire was stolen from Heaven,

the only way back is creative imagination;

a mythic language from the Burning Bush,

four into 3 Metals will complete apotheosis.

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Writing in symbolical Blood coagulates us,

by diStilling the Ether from GOD's NOUS;

Myst becomes Wine then Flour into Bread,

the immaculate Lexicon of just one WORD!

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Inside my PenDragon with Ink and Light,

the Spirit aflow and Soul-colours bright,

my Observer is baptized into this CANVAS,

having well integrated all seven languages.

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The higher Mind must bear White~Noise,

the quantum Ether of GOD's pure Silence;

to diStill its Myst and coagulate its Flour,

inside my own Nous so I can live forever. 

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Now I can start Painting the Sky of Heaven,

in my New Skin by way of Pen-Dreaming.

The LORD is the Creator behind languages,

and we are Co-created in a similar Image.

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Each one is given a Seed to grow as we will,

individuation process rising from the fall;

elemental matter back to Metallical Light,

this CANVAS on which to paint a Portrait.

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Ancient Egyptians understood the Truth,

put a gold Tongue in the mummy's mouth;

so the dead could speak to Ra, the Sun God,

in the Logoic Voice of the abSolute WORD.

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