The Feathered Sun.

Alchemical winged Sun (from Rosary of the Philosophers).

Egyptian winged Sun-Disk.

The Feathered Sun.

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I feel I've reached the end of my will,

can't keep going through the Netherworld;

I'm at the event horizon of a new Dawn,

but torn to pieces by dematerialization!

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Mytho~therapy heals the Spirit and Soul,

Love and Light inside my Holy Grail;

but my elemental ego feels so deflated,

and the wind in my sail blows demented!

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I'm voided and gutted back to the bone,

of every morning I can no longer go on!

My Helmet of Salvation contains a skull,

I need Blood and Flesh not of this world.

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The human psyche is a language structure,

built on instincts, water, air and fire;

"as below so above" with our godly Metals,

eternal structure of the quantum Soul.

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I feel ghosted inside my empty New Skin,

forged by the tongue of fire well spoken.

Now I must write in symbolical Blood,

by inSpiring my Spirit to DiStill in Mind.

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Diana of the Moon, turns water into Wine,

Myst condenses~out into Coagulation;

Spirit is the Language of higher Love,

for the Alien in the VOID of SpAce above.

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Diana, Sophia, Venus and Blood Moon,

must Feel fluent before reaching the Sun;

or like Icarus, our wings will come undone,

fall back into earth's unconscious ocean.  

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Love's a relatively new Goddess to behold,

Maat awaits us at the end of this world;

to weigh our Hearts against a Feather,

the winged Disk and Word of the FATHER.

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Seven Language modes on GOD's Canvas,

structure all of us into id, ego and gods.

By way of apotheosis we fly to Heaven,

with a Quill of Light and Blood atoned.  

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Zoroastrian Ahura Mazda.

Quetzalcoatl, the feathered Serpent-Sun.