Tuesday, 31 May 2016

The Wavicle

Splendour Solis (16th century).
"A man emerges from a swamp. One arm is white, the other red,
and his body black, thus incorporating the main colour changes
in the alchemical process. His head is metamorphosed into a
glassy sphere." (Adam McLean, the alchemy website.)
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The yin yang Wavicle, pointing and waving since ancient times;
dragon sleeps within unconscious waters (the id), waiting to be activated.
"I baptize you with water. But after me will come one who is more
powerful than I. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire." 
(John the Baptist, Matt 3:11)
"I have come to bring fire on the earth." (Jesus, Luke 12:49)
Id, Latin "it", the instincts and energies in the unconscious
mind that underlie all psychological impulses. (Collins)
The Wavicle.
A miraculous appearance.
Instinctual enLightenment sublimation,
salty id to the Ideal Self elevation;
a process of immanence Seed to Stone,
to reach transcendence, my life atoned.
Four elemental languages understood:
instinct, emotion, logic, and symbolic;
then water turns into the "Word" of Wine,
from the "grapes of wrath" to be refined.
Only a mounting Wave of watery libido,
from the id reservoir unconscious below,
has enough energy to focally converge,
into a quantum Point from salt of earth.
At first life's substance creates ideas,
thought bubbles inflated between the ears;
filled with libidinal wind of the Word,
fallen Spirit into airy voices uttered.
Discursive ideation self-defines identity,
the "thinker" dawns, inflated ego entity;
the "believer," molding energy into forms,
co-creating life by conjuring up dreams.
But life is only half of the equation,
death's fire blackens in self-immolation;
and so now I must die to be rebirthed,
by way of mortido my bubbles burst!
Earth acts out its mode of instinctuality;
water is the language of emotionality;
air communicates with logical thinking;
fire roars with creative destruction.

Collapsing the ego is not for everyone,
few have the resilience to be reborn;
the "death instinct" is the secret flame,
mortido, air into fire deflating me.
Death's blow blows into a Vacuum,
Sunyata, great Void of the Mind~Womb,
conceiving a Child, Homunculus divine,
re-inflating a thoughtless Bubble sublime.
Parting the water's Wave with fiery sword;
from visceral earth, Excalibur drawn;
wielded into the air, one-Pointedness,
unconsumed in the fire of consciousness.
Water pressure has reached its optimal,
evaporating into airy-fire now infernal;
the Dragon of a thousand years unleashed,
lo and behold the Ichthus Beast!
Rational understanding, airy bubbles,
stirred from watery life emotional,
can only last a lifetime as memory,
before energy returns to the reservoir sea.
Id of the animal Spirit must reappear,
be tamed like the pets we hold so dear;
Christ is a human whisperer from myth,
God's Pet, Godzilla, with atomic breath!
A second forging by Jesus the baptizer,
intuitional language, "tongues of fire";
seals the Pearl of the Serpent wise,
Seed into a glassy Sphere that never dies.
Walking on water, a focal convergence,
the Wave converts into Sol emergent;
the Ideal Self from the Void of darkness,
Soul, Seola, "from the sea" interface.
And so the Wavicle Orb is formed,
subatomic "Stone that is not a stone" born;
a quantum Solid, Sol and Spirit fused,
Ra and Uraeus, wedding of Sun and Moon.
Instead of watery-air used to ideate,
another elemental essence can also create;
by the same method we already utilize,
but with zealous fire to wield on high.
Such is the Power of magical thinking,
mortido can destroy us in a second;
"where do thoughts come from," is a koan,
the philosophization of our id to Stone.
At rest inside the mirrored Sphere aflame,
thoughtless Bubble of a higher memBrane;
the Helmet of Salvation, Ephesians 6:17;
gold Halo of Uraeus, the Serpent Queen.
InSpiration uncoils the Spirit fallen,
climbs its way back home into the Garden;
Salt of the earth is crystallized ashine,
Salamander to Dragon into Lion sublimed.
Mercurial fire forges the Word of Light,
eternal Sulphur from the Void of night;
life's thread of id ties us to the divine,
the grapevine to Heaven, water to Wine.
The one "Word" is the language of God,
harmony of the Uni-Verse or One-Song;
instinctively known like a tune to a bird,
the Silence, behind all words ever heard.
So back to the start, Ouroboros like,
to come full circle and know the Spark;
the phallic orgasm is a quantum glimpse,
flash-Point of instinctual enLightenment.
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Ra, the Sun, and Uraeus, the Serpent Spirit, Kundalini,
as the Self-reflecting enLightened mind of Horus. 
Uraeus, she who rises up, the Ouroboros and Halo.
Isaac Newton: "Quintessence is a thing that is spiritual, penetrating, tinging, and
incorruptible, which emerges anew from the four elements when bound to each other."

(Index chemicus)
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Cultivating Homunculus in a retort (From Goethe’s Faust, 19th-century engraving).
"Let the semen of a man putrefy by itself in a sealed cucurbite.
Mercury is the spirit, sulphur is the soul, salt the body." (Paracelsus)

The Homunculus or divine Filius, created in the alchemical
hermetically-sealed mind or vacuum bubble, the test-tube of
direct experience with the four elements. The process usually
starts with semen, the prima materia or primal matter of instinctual
or libidinal energy, the id of the fiery animal-spirit, the magic dragon
who forges the Child of Heaven, Salt (sal) through Mercury into Sulphur.
"If one does not stand in the darkness, he will not be able to see the light. If one does not understand how fire came into existence, he will burn in it, because he does not know the root of it. If one does not first understand water, he knows nothing. For what use is there for him to be baptized in it? If one does not understand how blowing wind came into existence, he will blow away with it. If one does not understand how body, which he bears, came into existence, he will perish with it."
Saviour of the World, da Vinci.
Jesus, the fire Baptizer, holds a glassy Sphere; his crossed-fingers are the
missing Cross from the Globus cruciger; one points directly to Heaven, the
other to Christ himself. His light reflects in the Sphere, signifying that this
is the mind of the risen one, the crystal clarity of Being. "Unless you become 
like little children you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven." Christ.
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(picture from The Book of Lambspring)
From the Encyclopedia of Magic and Alchemy:
"In Alchemy the salamander is a symbol of the PRIMA MATERIA. In the alchemical
process it plays the role of helping the substance under transformation to give up its
secret fire, which will help the PHILOSOPHER'S STONE claim its final power, as this
alchemical verse describes: 
The Salamander is caught and pierced
So that it dies and yields up its life with its blood.
But this, too, happens for the good;
For from its blood it wins immortal life,
And then death has no more power over it." 

The "Word" before words

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"The death of earth is to become water
and the death of water is to become air
and the death of air is to become fire, and reversely.
He who hears not me but the Logos
will say: All is one." Heraclitus, 500 BCE.
Id, Latin "it", the instincts and energies in the unconscious
mind that underlie all psychological impulses. 
The "Word" before words.
(history of the Pagan Logos and the Ideal Self)
Heaven's heave of Pneuma breathes,
the Word inflates our mortal dreams;
life's divine Wind begins its quest,
the Solarization of consciousness.
The Word began with philosophy,
Heraclitus, the father of this mystery;
the Stoics called it animating fire,
the energy behind all things alive.
"The seed is the Word of God," Jesus;
Spirit of the Logos in all of us;
implies that the Word begins as latent,
and grows via a process of immanence.
Thus the Word of God was born;
the Mind behind all minds formed;
Spirit wound up in each human coil;
the Orphic Egg of our potential.
This Gnostic spark of living flame,
is the id of the animal totem;
the Magic Bean grows into a Vine,
the "true Word" of our Christ divine.
Earthen id into watery libido flows,
libido inflates airy ideas aglow;
ideas self-reflect who I think I am,
playing a role in this world of time.
And so the one "Word" activates;
inside the mind ideas formulate;
this creative power shapes boundaries,
thought bubbles from the primal Sea.
The "God Mind" now becomes human,
Spirit of the id into ideas fallen;
ideation self-defines into an identity;
ego persona rises above collectivity.
The power of thinking is a revelation,
dominates life with its formulations;
inventing a rocket to the moon above;
molding id energy from lust into love.
But one more great leap is required,
to bloom the Word from Vine to Flower;
Thanatos, love's partner in operation,
the energy of death and destruction.
Watery libido from the id reservoir,
Word of creation explained thus far;
turns wrathful to transcend this world,
to inflate the Soul, eternal healed.
Mortido, power of the via negativa,
fills the Halo with fiery pneuma;
Spirit of the Word as the Holy Ghost,
puts on a "New Skin," no longer lost.
This baptism of fire cleanses,
deflates mental matter all discursive;
forges a memBrane that never ends;
thoughtless Bubble on high ascends.
Heaven heaves life's airy zephyr,
inflation by fire that lasts forever;
earth transformed into Light ashine,
water into the blood of Holy Wine.
Essence of ideas, Spirit clarified,
ousia, 'I' reflection polished sublime;
Thinker without thoughts residual,
Ideal Self, the undivided Individual.
One "Word" of the Pagan Logos,
visioned by the nous of Heraclitus;
the Mind of God reflecting "I Am",
Cloud Mandorla of the nameless Name.

"No one can think of God. 
Therefore it is my wish to leave 
everything that I can think of  
and choose for my love 
the thing that I cannot think."
(from, The Cloud of Unknowing,
14th century)
The Trinity of God, breathing forth the Cloud of All-encompassing Spirit,
the Breath of pneumatic consciousness, inflating all things with the divine
energy of life. Christ sacrifices the "old skin" of human ignorance, and
ascends to Heaven in his "New Skin" or Soul memBrane, inflated with the 
Wind "that blows wherever it pleases." The "Word" remembered returns
into the Cloud Mandorla of God's pre-sensory Presence, the unborn Mind
behind the innate patterns of life (mathematical, psychological, mythological,
etc) that in themselves signify an underlying Intelligence.   
for more on the id, ideas, identity and the ideal, see my poem:

Walking on Water

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Walking on Water
The waves of life's vicissitudes,
flow from morning till night is due;
along the course of the golden day,
I must somehow keep my head all dry.
But the Ocean of unconsciousness,
pulls with desire upon my feet;
wants to drown me back again,
into the churning Sea of dreams.
How can I remain in One-pointedness,
above the dramas and the stress;
walk on water atop the commotion,
be the fire that dries emotion?
The light of consciousness dawns,
from the depths of darkness born;
where swims Leviathan or God-zilla,
God's instinctual Pet and co-creator.
This Spirit-Serpent from below,
is the Dragon with her Pearl;
sent by God to rescue Jonah
from the swirling, sleepy water.
The sol-like Soul, winged Orb,
Rock of Ages, philosopher's Stone;
reborn from a Monstrum wise,
walks across the waves of time.
Upon heavy waters a golden glow,
the lightness of an airy blow;
frees the Pearl from earth's keeping,
my Soul, forged of fiery breathing.
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Monday, 30 May 2016

Who Am I?

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The Golden Art by Andrea de Pascalis.
My interpretation:
Volcanic earth explodes into the sulphurous Soul, green into gold!
The four elements, the chair, are grounded, and fused into the fifth,
the spiritual Light. The triple flower represents the three principles:
salt of the body, mercury's fire of transformation, and the sulphurous
higher Self. The Solarization of consciousness completes the process.

Who Am I?
Who am I?... is the eternal question,
the conundrum of our self-reflection;
the search for identity forever compels,
for it is the Core of everything else.
God announced: "I Am Who I Am",
answered the question with a koan;
for the thinking mind can never resolve,
what it really means to be an Individual.
The Solution contains within it the Self,
the Atman, Soul, or Christ countenance;
the Sun rises from waters unconscious,
the Being of Light, born of darkness.
Francis of Assisi, summed up Self seeking,
"Who you are looking for is who is looking";
and so each one must find the simple truth,
that we are who we are regardless of proof.
The materialistic mind has fashioned an ego,
the persona or mask pretending a role;
but when we take off this artificial self,
underneath it at first there seems but a veil.
The true Self exists in watery formlessness,
the sheer clarity of which seems like an abyss;
this is the challenge of holding creative SpAce,
long enough for the transition to take place.
Developing the Soul-Image in the mind,
one must enter a darkroom of kind;
there in the alchemical process of Nigredo,
the interior Light-Being magically unfolds.
From water and ashes the Phoenix rises,
the Self-solarization of consciousness;
how strange he is, the undivided Individual,
independent and free, from family absolved.
Who am I?... is a death meditation,
the egoic self dies in sensory suffocation;
Jesus had the ability, "to lay down his life",
and "take it up again", reborn as the Christ.
(John 10:17)
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Sunday, 29 May 2016

The Death Master

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The King devours his son, from
The Book of Lambspring.
"God is a man-eater. So people are sacrificed to him."
(Gospel of Philip, Nag Hammadi library)

The Death Master.
Holy Wine, Spirit of quintessence,
distilled from lust into love's Presence;
white waters changed into Rubedo's Wine,
the libidinal libation of self-sacrifice.
The Gods cannot resist a Eucharist,
risen Soul-Bread and fiery Spirit;
like humans who dine on animal meat,
the next Kingdom sees us as a juicy feast!
But do not despair of the Gods on high,
for they are really us, in disguise;
they are the Crown of the Ouroboros,
we are the tail of unconsciousness.
And so it seems we lose our lives,
in order that a higher Being can survive;
but in truth, Christ's flesh and blood,
is the secret way to the Heavens above.
The Tree of sacrifice under the Sun,
from the "Seed of Word" now in bloom,
flowers forth divine our human potential,
sheds the "old skin" for a life eternal.
The final stage of alchemical distillation,
Rubedo, the reddening of the situation,
depicts our ability "to let go and let God",
green wheat dies into a golden Head.
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Celestial Ouroboros (1702).
The shed and crowned Ouroboros reveals the
countenance of the starry Soul in the "Cloud
of Unknowing." This skeletal Ouroboros is the
dragon, flayed by its own fiery breath of pneumatic
consciousness; fire-baptized and self-sacrificed,
blackened unto the white bones of albedo; revealing
the rubedo of holy wine, the serpent-distilled
quintessence of alchemy.
"Be seekers of death. Death will teach you about being chosen."
(Jesus, the Secret Book of James, Nag Hammadi library.)

Saturday, 28 May 2016

The One God of All Gods

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Para Brahma: the "highest Brahman," that which is beyond
all descriptions and conceptualisations. (Wikipedia).
Higher than even the Hindu Trimurti of Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva. 

The One God of All Gods.
(Soul: Seola, Old Saxon, "born from the sea")
One into a Trinity gives a clue,
to the Nature of an omniscient view;
for One of itSelf is a difficult Concept,
the immaculate "Word" of the Holy Spirit.
And so to start with Pneumatology,
the study of the Holy Ghost mystery;
God blows the Wind of every breath,
Heaven's heave of airy consciousness.
This feminine Spirit of immanence,
falls to earth as water condenced;
becomes the wellspring of All life,
the first baptism that washes the mind.
Oneness thus becomes the piper Pan,
blowing the Sound at the gates of dawn;
the Hermetic All, nature's Green Man,
breathing forth Pneuma across the land.
From the 3rd now to the 2nd Person,
counting back to the impersonal One;
Christology is the study of the Soul,
"born of water" into the fire of Sol.
Christ, like Mithras, is another Sun lord,
with shining light and fiery sword;
unlike the All he is transcendent,
brings baptismal flame upon our heads.
He is the Over-Soul of all Souls,
comes to harvest the "seeds of the Word";
the Spirit of the Vine must be crushed,
in the alchemical winepress of God's wrath.
Jesus, saviour who saves the Holy Whore,
the Star atop the Pagan Tree of yore;
gathers in the Sap of Spirit's fall,
draws it up into the great winged Orb.
Three, Two, and now back to One,
through the divine Sophia and the Son;
into the "Cloud of Unknowing" home,
the Wind of Spirit lifts up the Stone.
Holy Spiration of the Sol-like Soul,
All returns to the One that cannot be told;
omniscience of an uncreated Being,
"Word" behind words, great Silence calling.

Friday, 27 May 2016

The Golden Balloon

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"The Father's Mind forth-bubbled, conceiving,
with His Will in all its Prime, Ideas that take upon
themselves all forms... Thoughts from the Paternal
Source that pluck unto their full the Flower of Fire at
height of sleepless Time." Chaldean Oracles, 2nd century.
"The wind (spirit) blows wherever it pleases." Christ.
"No one can think of God. Therefore it is my
wish to leave everything that I can think of
and choose for my love the thing that I cannot 
think."  (Cloud of Unknowing, 14th century). 

The Golden Balloon
(the transformation of lead energy
into alchemical gold)
The Spirit is in a fallen state,
doesn't look like something great;
energy stuck in this world below,
looks like our desirous libido.
Lead balloons gravitating down,
too heavy for a Soul profound;
judgement, past memories, opinion,
fill the head with notional notions.
Id energy inflates our ideas,
thought-bubbles between the ears;
they self-define our identity,
the ego or conscious entity.
Ideas can last for a lifetime,
creative power in the mind;
but they do need an extra lift,
if for eternity we are to exist.
Energy of libido refined,
into this life of humankind;
rhyme and reason of ideation,
evolve us to this higher station.
But one more blow is required,
to seal the Soul for evermore;
the energy that inflated thoughts,
to be reused and further wrought.
The Black Sun comes into play,
mortido drains the light of day;
deflates thought content flat,
de-ments, denudes, life extracts.
Depression's ebb, death's wish,
night of the Soul's darkness;
it all boils back to energy,
to be reshaped into a Boundary.
Halo of salvation now reborn,
thoughtless Bubble fire-forged;
"New Skin" that never gets old,
a second baptism of the Soul.
An undivided Individual true,
the Homunculus of me and you;
only a Child can enter heaven,
innocence regained, gold Balloon.
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"You are from below; I am from above.
You are of this world; I am not of this world."
Christ (John 8:23)
The "Word" Bubble.
Mortido turns out to be the black Wind of divine Energy which inflates the golden Balloon or thoughtless Bubble of the eternal Soul. (See the "apophatic theology" of Pseudo-Dionysius.) Instinctual id energy flows as libido. The ego is an agglomeration of ideas, defining who I think I am. And so words fill the thought-bubbles of my mind, trying to figure-out an identity and the meaning of life. Spirit's breath or pneuma thus blows the wind of the "Word" through my head space. But in the final analysis thoughts are too heavy for transcendence. The energy of pneuma must inflate a single thoughtless "Word" Bubble instead, to seal my Spirit and lift my Soul above this human war of words. This Halo of light does not think, but Self-reflects in the pneumatic glow of Solarized consciousness. This is the second baptism in the fire of the Holy Spirit. "They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit." (Acts 2:3-4). The fiery Dove fills the "New Skin" of eternal Life, but whereas John's first baptism of water is libido, Christ's second baptism of fire is mortido, and destroys or denudes thinking, replacing it with Self-reflective Gnosis. Mortido is the black Wind of the via negativa; black to the ego, but actually the hidden Light of the mystics; the divine Energy of the transformed id, which can now transcend the world as the Soul ideal, the memBrane of a higher Self.
(for more on this, see my poem: //jamesshiva.blogspot.com.au/2016/02/e-quantum-solid.html)