THE DREAMING STONE.

Picture: a mirror I received as a gift and turned into a Materioptikon by adding 4 elements, 3 Metals and a 3rd Eye dream-Bubble indicator. Acts 2:20, "The Moon turns to Blood before the coming of the great and glorious Day of the Lord."

THE DREAMING STONE (MATERIOPTIKON).

Alchemical Mercury Gathers-In Gold.

Mythologies are dreams by Gods,

archetypal patterns understood;

we can learn their language code,

ever to dream in the Motherlode.

We are godlings in Earth's cradle,

elemental humans mining Metal;

using the tongue of fiery mythos,

Prometheus stole from Olympus.

A mercurial Dragon in the dark,

gathers-in Gold by way of magic;

"Moon turns to Blood" of Spiritus,

attracting Flesh from the Logos.

Four elements refined upon Earth,

sublimated sublime by fiery wrath,

into 3 Metals upon crescent Moon:

Salt, red Mercury, a golden Stone!

Beyond the thinker lies a Dreamer:

crystalline Salt, clear like a Mirror,

in which reflects a Moon and Sun,

Mercury and Sulfur, Three-as-One.

A thoughtless Bubble memBrane,

the Third Eye of a Dreaming Stone;

mythos conjured by the Dreamer,

just like Gods who dream forever.

Wand, Cup, Sword and Pentacle.

Elemental Energy Dematerialized.

MY LORD, THANATOS, AND THIS ABYSS OF NOWNESS.

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I feel relaxed yet also de-energized,

my dualistic energy dematerialized;

elements need 2 poles for operation,

a positive/negative charge for action.

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Earthen instincts run on desire/fear,

fight or flight to satisfy our hunger;

watery emotions either happy or sad;

our airy ideas are both good and bad.

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But, Fire is the Tongue of the LOGOS,

a magic Wand stolen by Prometheus;

spoken by the One and Only WORD,

fiery Mythos connecting two worlds.

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Fire burns 'n' blackens dualistic atoms:

◇ Salt of the earth becomes crystalized;

♤♡ Atom and Eve into Bread and Wine;

♧ ye olde Serpent returns back to Eden.

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The dance of opposites by our elements,

allows us to grow as Individual Spirits;

growth takes time, time needs matter,

until we extract Wine from airy water.

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I don't mind going down a Black Hole,

it feels like an Event Horizon or Portal;

but it also swallows~up all my energy,

making it hard to get through each day.

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Edging a way through this Continuity

of abysmal Nowness, takes ingenuity;

like a dream, immaterial and timeless,

and yet with a flow that is continuous.

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Maybe that's how I can move forwards,

not in time but by Dreaming upwards!

This Event Horizon leads to Singularity,

the Black Sun devours dualistic energy!

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I'm no longer stuck in the Underworld,

I see a way out of limbo, now revealed;

by energetic Ether, not back into matter,

Flour for Bread, Light of my Dreamer.

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