I park my car along the road with a bunch of others, my family and many people whom I know and don’t know are getting together….. it’s a gathering, but a strange vibe, to do with political stuff. People are bringing food etc. and preparing, like a potluck. George Bush jr , Putin, and other heads of state and leaders of past and present are there: everyone else is walking on eggshells around them. There is A general murmur of uneasiness while waiting for the actual event to begin. I am playing with my phone and someone says I can’t be taking photos, which I wasn’t , but they are very all serious and paranoid, being in the company of all these famous leaders’. Most of the ‘leaders’ are dressed in full regalia, very ceremonial, but GW is in his jeans and shirt, good ole boy. There is some issue with toilet paper. As if it has been weaponized…..people are going back and forth, with various kinds of rolls etc? I’m being very loud and talkative and just my normal typical self, open and engaging, even to the Leaders, all of whom are sitting on a couch and in the room, which is just a normal kinda cramped house/apt. They are pretty much silent and just waiting, sitting still and unobtrusively. I keep getting shushed by people and told to reel it in…..they are all so worried about what the ‘Leaders’ will think of them, or whether they will be punished???
At one point the conversation is about a vaxxine that had been proven to be dangerous , but so much of it had been made/produced, that they were trying to figure out what to do with it…..how to dispose or deal with it. I walk over to GW Bush and say ‘I’d just do what George Bush Did, and send it over to a third world country to disseminate..:: I say this in Jest, and poking fun of them all and the System, but seemingly serious and right to GW who is sitting on the couch looking at me…..he grins. I say ‘I’m just playin’ then I tell him about the Doll thing Oisín has of him and he laughs and smiles and gets excited and I say “it’s the the one with the little leather jacket.” I say ‘whenever Oisín thinks I’m talking too much he just pushes the little button over and over and makes me hear your one liner Bush-isms instead’ . I find it funny and so does he( Oisín really does that in waking reality). Everyone else ( all the regular people) are shocked that I am speaking like that to him . Then my mom is trying to find pans or something down in a cabinet drawer which is stuffed and messy and disorganized and I say ‘ just pull it all out’ …..she says it will make a big mess. I get aggravated and say “sometimes you just gotta pop the zit…..pull all that shit out and get what you need and put it back in order”. I’m referring to many layers of what’s going on. My sister shows up with Blueberry pie? But it is more like a custard in its texture. I reflect on that because of a reference in waking life to blueberry pies and sisters, and chuckle . I take it to put on the table and kinda bump it when setting it down and it kinda rattles it and makes it not look perfect . I say ‘ah well whatever’ .
Am then outside ,Around the back of house/apt :building? And there are families sitting in the dark talking and hanging out sitting at lawn table etc all waiting for the ‘event/ceremony’ to begin. ( all the Leaders are there for some big ceremonial happening). I climb a spider web like rope thing that is hanging as a playground piece, and am playing around and when I slide down the little kid that was on a trike beside it is now under me ….she had moved and I land right on her head and we tumble. She’s ok though and I comfort her and sorta play -roll around.
We all walk back up in the dark and then back inside, and there is a black woman with a newborn baby…the baby is making funny faces as I am talking. I realize the baby, who kinda looks like an old wise person in tiny body, is famous from social media? To the lady, I say “Is that ‘grumpy baby’ …(something I had seen in instagram or somewhere). It is. She says the baby came out making that face , and I say she ( the baby) was thinking ‘holy shit, I am not ready for this place again’ joking.
By now a ‘leader’ from Ghana is there, a young tribal black woman ,kinda funky style, and pierced and tattooed ….she is the leader who has recently come into power, via family lineage? So this is all knew to her but she is very proud and Confident. There is also a younger swarthy maybe Indian/or middle eastern man who shows up….also pierced and kinda modern, but in full military regalia, head of some other country. Of course Putin is there. He seems very young and underwhelmed. But quiet. It’s all very serious but caricature-is …. I am Not impressed by any of them, nor am I scared or them like all the others….i know they are just marionettes on the chessboard and it is all very playful and light to me, so I am provoking them in jest and yet good nature. They are equally at ease with me.
There had been nowhere for people to sit because they were on the couch etc before, but now they are on floor sitting cross legged and the normal people are sitting on the couches: the vibe is starting to get a little more relaxed but also they are ‘playing subtle war games’ that feel like everyone is engaging each other and trying to assert silent agendas. I sit with the leaders and start joking and being gregarious and charming: I am still getting dirty looks from the ‘normals’ . The Ghana lady is asked a question and I see images from her life there and she is in tribal traditional clothes and she says that ‘her body is Her Body and that is who she is’ and I seem to know she had inherited the position and was not all stuffy and programmed in the same way as the other leaders.
Even the leaders though seem to want to break out of their roles, and they realize it’s all a facade.
I end up back at my car….which is parked up and along the road, which is a country road. i need to move it? It’s dark, something is going on with it: then We are all trying to go somewhere…. like out dancing? As a group? And I say ‘you mean we are all meant to ride together to ‘wherever’? Lnowing there is know way this large group of people can fit in one vehicle or likely even remain organized enough to all get to where we are planning to go. So people are splitting up , dividing into smaller groups to ride with each other etc. There are cliques starting to form. I am the only one who is interacting with the ‘leaders’ the others are still afraid too. .
🌜🌟Trapped Inside the Compound⭐️🌛 (Dreamtime 10-25-24)
Super Intense situation of being inside a very large building/compound…:,the external situation is such that people have become essentially trapped in a very controlled situation like slaves. The compound is so strongly guarded and militarized there is no way out, but there is a small group of people who are attempting to dismantle and escape, ideally so we can bring down the system of control from outside the confines; the group included me, C is there too, and I think a total of 5-7 of us? Familiar but not all In this lifetime. We know that soon the whole place will be impenetrable but for the moment we are able to roam around and so we have implemented 5? Escape mechanisms that are planned Into the compound. Such as ….one of the windows has been left with a hard subtle tool slipped in between to keep it slightly ajar so it could be opened once in lockdown. There is a zip line type thing leading out of it or another area so one could get out. There are various ways we have plotted as emergency routes. As i roam around I have several backpacks including my crossbody purse bag and my phone etc., with supplies. I am trying to fit in and play along with all the stuff , not draw attention; there are people everywhere, going about their business and working for the compound. Everyday people mostly. No one had attempted to escape in so Long I guess it’s not on their mind. C I believe had tried to get out …but the emergency route she tried failed? And it happened a few other time to others in our group, but I did Hear that one had gotten out via the zip line cable that stretched way out over the ocean/body of water surrounding the compound. And seems at least one more had gotten out. Time is running out and there is only one escape route left. There is a long spiral style ornate stairway like bronze or rustic metal, with letters and numbers like codes or puzzles on each step….facing out almost like heiroglyphics carved but they can be pushed down like a large ancient button. Stair is winding curves and steep. By now I’m getting a lot of attention because I’ve basically stopped trying to blend in and am clearly there for some other purpose. All Sorts of adeventires throughout the dream leading to this point, very long and vivid and filled with interactions. I have to get the correct code to have it open a small portal in the floor which is a tube down to another lower level. It’s the last option but it’s getting intense and I’m digging through my backpack and get my phone out to take photos of the code information that I will need in order to know which buttons to hit ( there is a typed out ‘key’ or ‘legend’ that goes with the codes on The stairs, but it is too far from the stairs to do both so it has to be memorized or in some way the information taken over to the stairway, but it is attached to something and not mobile)….I’m struggling with it because I am trying to remain somewhat ‘obscure’ still and yet openly manipulating the puzzle and clearly reading and learning the ‘key’ that is off to the side…..but am on my phone trying to get the camera to work and messing about and finally a young man comes over and i decide to chance it, and ask him about the code and if he knows it, he says he does, apparently all Of them do? All Of the people who work for and help run the compound ….all the living infrastructure of people: He seems to understand I’m gonna escape but doesn’t mind helping me. He hits the keys/buttons all in a specific order almost like a musical progression… and right as the authorities are stepping in and about to pounce on me after realizing what is happening, as the building alarm mechanism is starting to shut me in , the round spinning portal opens and I dive thru. I get sucked down to a basement type level where I have to open another round cover to get into the water that is everywhere, almost like being in a very flooded basement, except it is giant and built into the design….the water. It’s the only way out. The compound is in the ocean and it’s dark out and I know I have to swim out under the building and then make a beeline but I’m aware it’s going to be tough; there are two different floaties and one has colorful polka dots and is small and the other is more square and large and mustard color , I know I will need help staying afloat so am trying to paddle out under with the small one, while having packed my phone deep into my crossbody purse hoping it doesn’t get wet and ruined . I am Preoccupied with my cell phone not being destroyed….it has important information on it that is relevant to our mission.. I Finally get out into the water and know I will make it , as they cannot do an emergency shut-down of the compound now even though they know I’ve escaped. There is a big huge boat coming toward me and the compound and I don’t want to get hit but also know I have to hold my breath and swim under water down and out a ways so I can get past the edge without detection. I know the others who managed to escape are waiting for me and that we can then reconvene on the outside and get a plan to help come back and free people. Lots of roaming the building and smaller missions on the inside, during the dream.
🌹 “This time of year my thoughts always return to the rites of Kore. I might be coping with the world folding in on itself, and the similar changes I experience within my own inner world, or it may just be an inherent fascination with etiological myth, to say nothing of the powerful duality of delicate springtime maiden and Queen of the Underworld within one goddess.
Her more widely known name, Persephone, means “bringer of death,” in the sense that her deft but gentle hand is a comfort and a guide to those making their descent. In this way, and as the goddess of the Eleusinian mysteries, she herself is the door to worlds unknown, a portal to revelations. Among her other epithets in Homer and among cults (Euripides calls her arrētos, “she who none may name,” Homer calls her agauē and hagnē, “venerable” and “demanding respect”). Persephone is her name as mistress of the house of Hades. In these rites, she is often referred to as Kore, which means, simply, “maiden.” “
~Sara Long
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Reese Miller as the Kore , (or Jester Maiden) before being Taken by hades to the Underworld to become his Jester Queen
The Kore archetype, traditionally representing youthful innocence and potential in mythology and psychology, symbolizes much more than just the early stages of life. It is a powerful symbol of transformation, growth, and the cyclical nature of existence. The Kore, as a maiden figure often associated with goddesses like Persephone in Greek mythology, also carries deeper meanings about the illusions tied to youth, time, and identity. By examining the symbolism of the Kore, we can explore the larger themes of human experience—innocence, growth, and the journey from one phase of life to another. ~ Jenna LillaThe Kore is often depicted as a young maiden, symbolizing the freshness and purity of youth. This stage of life is marked by innocence, untested potential, and an open future. In mythology, the Kore is often paired with the figure of the mother, as seen in the myth of Demeter and Persephone. Kore, in this case, represents Persephone in her youthful form before her descent into the underworld, where she transforms into the queen of the dead. This dual role of the Kore—both innocent maiden and future queen—symbolizes the unfolding of life from youth to maturity. While the Kore is a symbol of growth and transformation, this very cycle also highlights the transitory nature of life. Youth, while often idealized as a time of beauty, vitality, and potential, is fleeting. The attachment to youth and the fear of aging reflect deeper psychological and spiritual challenges. Just as the Kore will eventually transform, we, too, are called to move beyond the illusions of youth and embrace the full journey of life. ~Jenna LillaThe Kore’s association with youth also raises questions about how we perceive time and change. The concept of youth, as something idealized or feared, is tied to the larger illusion of time itself. We often become attached to the idea of youth as a period of innocence and purity, but this attachment can lead to a sense of loss as we grow older. The fear of aging, or the desire to remain forever young, is an illusion created by the mind, which clings to temporary states of being. ~Jenna LillaIn reality, the essence of life is timeless and not bound by the cycles of youth and age. The Kore archetype reminds us that while we pass through different stages of life, these stages are just phases in a larger continuum. The true nature of our being—our consciousness or essence—remains unchanged, even as our bodies age and our experiences shift. The Kore, therefore, symbolizes the movement through these stages, but also serves as a reminder that beneath these changing forms, there is something timeless and unchanging.~Jenna LillaOne of the central themes of the Kore archetype is the journey from innocence to wisdom. In many myths, this journey involves a descent into the unknown, a confrontation with darker, more challenging forces. In the case of Persephone, her abduction by Hades and subsequent time spent in the underworld represent the loss of innocence and the gaining of wisdom. This is not just a story about personal growth but about the necessary transitions that all individuals must undergo to attain greater understanding. In this context, the Kore symbolizes the tension between innocence and experience, youth and maturity. While youth is often seen as a time of unblemished potential, true wisdom comes through the trials and challenges of life. However, both innocence and wisdom are part of the same journey. The duality between these states—between youth and age, innocence and wisdom—reflects the deeper truth that growth and transformation are part of the natural order of life. ~Jenna LillaThe Kore archetype also speaks to the cyclical nature of life, where birth, growth, decay, and renewal are intertwined. In many cultures, the Kore is connected to the cycles of the seasons, particularly in the myth of Persephone, whose descent and return from the underworld are linked to the changing of the seasons. Her time in the underworld represents winter and death, while her return to the surface symbolizes spring and rebirth. This cyclical pattern serves as a reminder that life is not linear but is made up of repeated cycles of growth and transformation. The Kore’s journey from maidenhood to queenhood, from innocence to wisdom, is not a one-time event but part of a continuous process of renewal. Just as nature moves through its seasons, so too do we pass through different phases of life, each phase offering its own lessons and opportunities for growth. ~Jenna LillaWhile the Kore represents the cycles of life, she also invites us to transcend the illusions of duality that often accompany these cycles. The distinction between youth and age, innocence and experience, can create a sense of separation, making us believe that these stages of life are opposites. However, the Kore archetype teaches that these are not separate states but are interconnected parts of a whole. ~Jenna LillaIn the myth of Persephone, her role as both Kore (the maiden) and queen of the underworld shows that youth and maturity are two sides of the same coin. The cycle of life encompasses both light and dark, innocence and wisdom. By embracing both aspects of ourselves—the youthful, innocent part and the mature, wise part—we can move beyond the illusions of duality and experience a more integrated, whole sense of self. ~Jenna LillaUltimately, the Kore archetype symbolizes the potential for growth, transformation, and renewal. She represents the beginning of a journey, but also the deeper truth that all stages of life are interconnected. The youthful innocence of the Kore is not something to cling to, but something to honor as part of the larger process of becoming. Her story is one of continuous transformation, reminding us that life is a series of cycles that lead us toward greater understanding and wisdom. ~Jenna LillaBy reflecting on the Kore, we are reminded that the passage of time, the movement from youth to age, is not something to fear but something to embrace. Each phase of life brings its own gifts, and by accepting the flow of time, we can experience life more fully. The Kore symbolizes the beauty of this unfolding journey, encouraging us to embrace both the innocence of youth and the wisdom that comes with experience. Jenna Lilla
Pursuing for aeons I seem to know…. I try running down the road but go back, start to climb down the side of the rocks on the cliff side, figure I can crawl up under and hide….
Then i Let Go…
in Exhaustion ….
Existentially weary from lifetimes of running and hiding and trying to escape pursuit….
I turn and slowly walk back up the road,
straight into the Dark Man, who is on my trail.
This takes him Off Guard.
I calmly walk out into the road, it’s a highWay, I lay face down and Surrender.
He puts the Gun to my Head…. I can feel the cold barrel. But I am not afraid. I ReMember Now, how many times I’ve L e t. G o. d. i. s. s. o. l. v. e. d. into the other Side, left SeemingSelf behind.
It’s really not painful….
I smile….
I wonder where I will Wake Up Next.
He pulls the gun away and runs off for a moment, as if suddenly unsure what to do.
I don’t move.
I’ve already let go, surrendered, I’m Ready.
Take me.
He comes back, attempts in various ways to pull the trigger, to finish the job. Cars are coming. He is fretting. He wanders away again. Comes back.
I don’t move.
I feel a Sense of calm and Freedom I have known over and over again, and wonder why it takes so long Each time To just Let go.
I came thru the other side of that and learned that it’s not about Transcending but about Integrating. Spirit plays here for its own reasons, and is drawn to this Earth Flesh Playground because it wants to Feel Deeply and experience visceral Life. Being a very plutonic underworld person but aiming always for the spirit when I was in my 20s, it took a lot of delusional wake up experiences to Own all that I had believed myself to have transcended. All that stuff I thought I had evolved past, I had simply dissociated from, and the force of its wrath at being ignored and suppressed made its fury known in physical symptoms and deeply imbalanced emotional reality with a dash of incredibly Underworld-like navigations thrown in. The higher I thought I was flying in those years, the more pure i thought I was, came at a price and it was collected by the Dark Feminine in 2018. And since complete dissolution and and finally Truly making friends with the parts of the Self that I had trapped in deep subterranean caves and dungeons , with compassion, and awareness that it was a matter of freeing bit by bit, those fragments from all timelines trapped in my Prizm Cell.Ves. Instead of ‘Mind over Mattering’ my body and pushing it to extremes, instead of convincing myself I was pure and lofty and fully my idealized Spirit Self-the Puer( my online and business name even used to be Puella Eterna for 13 years)- i became engaged in the true Alchemical Work. I Realized how abusive I had been to Psyche and Body all those years ( and lifetimes) of denigrating the dark hungry fiery tempest of my soul, the Feminine, thinking I could Will Myself into the magical spheres of the heavenly abodes:.:::: I have always been easily carried away on the wings of spirit, can easily disembody into OBE states etc. What I came here to do, Now, was to actually Make This Body Fully Conscious , for it is the Marriage bed of Eros and Psyche, and the Alchemy of Life uses all vibrations to create.
When I made friends with the depth of my own Pain and Anger and Lust for Aliveness, Lust for Intensity of Being, and my own Arrogance etc ( Scorpio ascendent/Mercury conjunction, sun/Uranus Scorpio conjunction( all ruled by mars) and all in the 1st house( house of mars/Aries), with an Aries moon( mars ruled) and Mars aspecting strongly every planet in my chart = I was a complete Fool to imagine that I was a soft and ethereal spiritual angelic figure floating in the higher spheres…..:. I am a child of Mars, and Mars at its best is the Blood and Passion and Vitality to Exist and Move in this Realm, Mars is the defender and protecter of all that is sacred in creation, it is Raw, Brash, Authentic, Physically Vital, Mentally Agile, Temperamental….and Serves the Feminine……
When I truly came to Know Myself and stopped building castles in the sky, but used my archetypal Mercurial nature along with Mars to go to the Underworld and reclaim the very Selves I had locked up thru this Infinite Game over Time, I came Alive and learned what real Power is.
That’s my journey. I have compassion for that person I was and thought I was, but I have made my Vow, to Die in Battle, as a Sacred Warrior, and a Warrior must be in touch with his/her Fire and Anger and lust and Blood and sacrifice it on the alter of the Feminine Creation…..
( of interest is the relation of mars and Saturn… Mars/Blood is made in the Marrow of the bones/Saturn…… Mars is the Warrior who serves The Saturn Kingdom, which is the very energy that gives Form to the life principle:= in my chart, My mars is in Sagittarius/conjunct Neptune ( the spiritual warrior) in the second house( using the physical body/ it’s values and resources) And is Square( tension) (serving) Saturn in Libra which is also conjunct to almost a degree…… in the 11th house/ community and the larger stage of service to the people: It’s all written in Light Codes we wove ourselves into.
My heavy 12th house/ underworld where Pluto/hades sits exactly to the minute almost, with Venus, is my Lifelong lesson…..spiritualizing and completely transforming the Sexual and Aesthetic principles……using the raw lust and vitality of The black Goddess Black Carbon through Dionysus protean morphing Imaginal spheres under intense pressure to create the Diamond Body.:::: the twin Sisters of Carbon666 and Daimond ….. the Treasures hidden in this Earth and this Flesh and this Game of Matter Mater Mother Matrix Maat.
The Psyches realm is a dark realm that takes in everything….light and dark and everything in between. It likes the humus of earth, the compost, the shit of life, the messy smelly sweaty fleshy human realm of bodies bumping into bodies in sensate expression , playing with selves in Carnes Nation, the carnal nest of alchemy, where Soul is the Imaginal Playscape and Spirit must come Down To Earth to Play with Form.
I spent so much time out of body for the first 26 years of my life; I’m now happily Wed in the alchemical marriage bed knowing the Great Work goes on and on and on, and my relationship with Saturn has transformed my life into one of beauty: I used to balk at Saturn and his crusty old crystallization and constriction of my ever-so Icarus-like ideals……
But….
I am the Sacred Warrior who Serves the Divine…:.I serve the King and the Kingdom and Protect and Honor the Queen and her Queendom… because as the Mercurial Martian or the Martian Mercurius……..the Foolish Warrior or the Warrior Fool, my realm is not just the heavens but I travel between the Yooer and the Lower and The middle realms and so I just be able to hold the Tension of all Their Frequencies.
An honest person is one who knows his own capacity to Lie but chooses Truth…..a Strong person knows his own capacity for Violence but chooses Restraint….a Wise person is one who knows his own capacity for ignorance and knows he is a Fool…..a Peaceful person is one who knows his own Anger and so is not blindsided when least expecting it, and thus knows what it is to be Gentle.
May the black moist Fertile Soil keep your Roots nurtured as your branches reach for the Sky ⭐️🙌⭐️
Aho.
10-18-24
My friends post that my response is in reference to.
another way of saying what I expressed, is that as a Waving Being who Becomes Particular….in this journey of Embodiment through the entire Spectrum of Light and Frequency….. is that I am in the Prizm Cell of All my Lives in All Realities, in All Times and Spaces……expressing through this Body, Now, which is made up of All of Me~s, all the Cell.ves and Organ~I~zed Cohesions holographically …. In terms of Light… Infrared all The way thru UltraViolet….we also Embody as Sound and All variations of frequency.
Infrared penetrates all the way thru Earth and hence Body, ‘the smokeless fire’…..the realm of the Djinn….. that is where we have the Dark parts of ourCellves ….not Evil…..Darkness and of a different spectrum …..Ultraviolet more akin to our Angelic SidesOfSelf..,;;
When we seek the UV and demonize the Infrared, we get trapped in the Prizm of our own fragmentation…..we disown a huge amount of the deepest aspects of Being, whilst grasping for the Angelic Aspects: They have their Realms for a reason.:::::.
When I speak of going deep into the underworld, to mine the treasures of Pluto/Hades in the darkest layers of Self trapped and submerged and cast off in this infinite journey, I speak of going into the Infrared WaveForms of Self that are as much Me as the UV or higher vibration LightWaves that are of a very different nature, but equally Me.
Fire & Light
Is a poetic way of playing with it
In my lifetime of ‘out of Body’ experiences and traversing in the high frequency Light of detachment and lucidity, the permeations are very different than when I go deeply ‘in body experience’ which is raw and primal and Fiery and red heat of Feeling….
Our Bodies give us a Playground where we bring All Of these Refractions of Self into one Expression , as a Tether, if you will, to Come To Terms With Self Literally To Bring to Term Our Self Like a Mother carrying To term Her Baby
New creation.
The more we Integrate and ReClaim all the fractured frequencies that issue From our own Spark of Existence as a Being Who Is,
The more we Free those frequencies to Nourish all Of Bodies In all Of Times.
If the very Elementals/elements that make up my fleshly abode are brought into a cohesive net of Understanding and Loving Awareness, as they go on in their journey and become part of other bodies and abodes, they themselves are able to bring healing …
Like the Dwarves who live deep in earth and who are like elementals in a sense
And Elves who are like the perfected or angelic higher selves
And the HuMan, here in the Middle Earth,
Thigh we are all of them Depending on which Angle Of the Arc We Shine our I’s From
‘Voluptas lies curled in the womb of Psyche’….. Old painting of mine from 2009)
“The Poison is the cure”
Let me say it again: the result is not merely the objectification of subjective "me-ness," but the objectification of its material basis. This has been dissolved, calcined, tortured, putrefied, and distilled to a clarity that can be completely seen through, as if it were not there at all, not a speck of literalism remains, not even spiritual literalism. The libidinal compulsion, the organic towardness of hope and desire that would always go further for a faraway grail, turns around on itself and dissolves itself. The snake eats its own tail-another goal image of deconstructive subversion. The snake of healing, transformation, and rebirth, the goals most dearly desired, and the artifex's obedient service, all dry to dust, mineralized. The uroboric motion poisons (iosis) the very idea of cure. Or, poison is the cure.
What is actually accomplished by the alchemical work? According to my psychological fantasies, it is the objectification of the libido-our lives are not our lives. The alchemical goal is the realization in its complete sense of Freud's "object libido," The libido as a cosmic erotic dynamic that permeates the world because it loves the world of matter, even though it has been caught in the personal delusions of subjectivity, so that we believe we love the world, or can be improved or instructed to love the world. Whereas it is the object libido that loves the world through us, despite us. The anima in chains in the matter of "me, " and we place it there each time as we ask psychologically, what is the matter with me? Alchemy answers, saying: you, I, everyone, the world is matter, elemental material, and we indulge in the materials, as the artifex in the laboratory, all along believing that you are working on you, your life, your relations, your processes until the day dawns, aurora. You awaken within the idea of the goal, the goal not somewhere else out there calling for attainment, but you are within the idea. But because the mind is still trapped in me-ness, we shamelessly assert that the idea is in me when your mind is in the idea. You awaken to the recognition that you are already in that stone, mineralized, stoned out of your mind.
If my reading is on track and the telos or "that for the sake of which" is the de-subjectification of the object libido, then we are obliged to imagine resurrection from this vantage point, which hardly conforms with a Christian reading of either alchemy or resurrection. For now resurrection would indicate not the confirmation throughout eternity of the personal subject and its body saved from the world and the devil of its flesh but rather the resurrection of the body of the world with an idea to its eternity. Not the lifting, the Aufhebung, of material worldliness but the full realization of desire for a world that pulsates in the materials of the elemental psyche, those substances that compose the stone and give it its enduring life, a realization that the world itself speaks through the desire in the materials; that desire is the language of the world, that the libido of each individual human is indeed a cosmic force, an eros or object libido which yearns toward and enjoys this world. And we who labor in the garden as if it were a stony ground would find our individual resurrection in attachment to our materials, which are the world's body, this body becoming a jardin des délices, the objectification of pleasure.
Object libido finds its pleasure in the other, the object, the world as a body. This dry term "object libido" calls for a moistened language. Terms such as cosmogonic eros, desire, jouissance, or unus mundus cannot do justice to what is implied. Libido brings with it the aura of pleasure and the Aphroditic world of the senses. Did not Plotinus attribute to Plato the idea that the soul is always an Aphrodite, which suggests that we cannot adequately speak of the libidinal soul without shifting immediately to an Aphroditic language? Then we would imagine that this libidinal drive throughout the whole opus of soul-making and its increasing love has as its goal a resurrection in beauty and pleasure, and we would realize that even such terms as opus and operatio are work-words which distort the libido's nature. The Christianization of alchemy nonetheless retains the Aphroditic vision in the images it presents. She is the Golden One, the pearl is her jewel; the rose, her flower; the bath and the copulations in the bath of the Rosarium, her liquid territory. The translation of sensate images into spiritual value, as if a lifting improvement to the higher realm of Aphrodite Urania, succeeds only in losing the very sensate attraction of the goal as a pleasurable pull toward beauty. Hence Ficino, Valla, and other Renaissance Platonists insisted that Voluptas is nearer to the life of the spirit than the middle region or mediocrity of ataraxic rationality. Voluptas, according to Apuleius, lies curled in the womb of Psyche and comes to birth only after all psychological effort is passed.
This is the Nekyia, the night sea journey through the underworld made also by Odysseus, Aeneas, and Hercules, and by Eurydice, Inanna, Persephone, Psyche, by Orpheus, by Christ. Whether this underworld is frigid and ghastly or burning with the hots of hell, it is a realm characterized by temperatures suitable only for demons, ghosts, heroes and heroines, goddesses and shades who are no longer altogether of the upper world. Outsiders. Marginals. Alchemy is a profession of marginals; those at the edge. Those who live from their own fires, sweating it out, self-sustaining their own temperatures which may be at variance with the collective climate.”
I rectify your error with urges of despair I watch your body disappear into the nighttime air I hear your shadow weep as your ailing body sleeps and I know that you can not know that I am watching over you protecting you from the truth. In constant state of madness you toss and turn and cry and my duty to defend you appears to be a lie. I crush the morning sun with the darkness of my heart one cannot be alone with the faint of heart. And now the sounding of the harp and then the final war and in the days to come we shall heed the whore and time will stand still and the rivers will run dry the moon shall hang limp weeping as we die for life was meant to end and the ending calls us near and so, my friend, that is why I have followed you here. You shall be the final act upon my silent stage and you shall thank the world for me, your brutal, honest sage.
I have absorbed you, your fate your unhate, and your skin into my within and I like it- love- could anything always be so grand? When the pull of hush grasps my hand your hand(some face)? Summer is creeping in feeling thin and, oh, my friend! What comes before? Tis only always nothing more than everything that craves the core(sponding catch?) Click like clack and tic like tac and toe dont know where nail is at- in the wrist- pinned up, fist to fist against the shift of tide where In I ride with silver horse, silver moon (silver dream comes too soon?) Crucified in a dream freedom from the lie freedom from the thief crowning unfaith into belief- concentrate(demons falling) need to see them calling crawling in on all fours- into my skin- (where only you are allowed in).
I am grateful and blessed and blissed beyond Measure to have come thru the Matrix of This Particular portal... This Womans Womb, the Waveform of Being entangled in Tidal Seeing rooted here in this Loom on the warp and weft of the pain and pleasure and the games and tricks as I play at Being mortal in Times intrepid Tomb.
It is not the first Dance but an endless Symphony of enfolded genes and hologenetic memory It is not a game of chance but an intentional theophany of unfolding schemes and peripatetic biocartography
I was given the invective Kun! Be! And compressed mySelf into a tiny LightSeed planted within a body that bleeds spirit enraptured and captured by the decree to waver between Doer and deed as the Verb of Me descended Down into Noun of Me embodied in Sound Heartbeat pulsing within Skin of Mothers Drum Echoes of rhythm and melody Willing Birth and spilling memory and MomentsOfMe into the fabric of spaceTime instantly
I crawled thru the walls of her Wonder following the Electro Magnetic storm of Lightening and Thunder that cleaves Egg and rends Asunder the Begging beginning Form of fertilized Feeling that clings to Mothers Walls Safe inside the Measured Space of MaMa Mater Matter Maat Matrice of Mind as Thoth Impregnates and BioLuminescent Grace awaits in Stasis the Amazing exit from the Gates of this Nexus that Enters Existence An.Noun.C.I.ng Me.
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