‘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.
There is a cataract in my I As a matter of fact It’s a Matter of Why It’s a Mystery hidden in shattered Minds fractured Skulls manufactured EnMasse MKUltra Doldrums Programmed for the Trumpets Blast As Vying Vultures Dine on dying cultures In the Petri Glass
The Cloudy Retinas Stare back at me In disbelief Regurgitated memes Offer no relief To the crowds Who are gathered In Ether Nets Screaming loud As broken necks dangle From the Nous Of the tangled Hex
They stomp their feet And loudly proclaim It’s simply ‘climate change’ As the simple software In their simple Brains Cling to their masters Who programmmed the Game ‘Take my Vote take my Vote!!!’ As the holes are drilled In their leaky boats As their souls are filled With anecdotes As planned panic In demo(n a)cro(b)atic epidemics Offer up their scapegoats
Splintered psyches Will grasp at straws Every Alter Wanders Lost Within the Halls Of the HollowCost Seeded from the frequencies As Seamen spawns Artificial breeds No need to bleed In the new creed As Paradise is Lost And Paradox is Freed
Which way shall we go? Apoptosis or Necrosis? Pop-culture doses Of symbiosis Or sovereign exploration Of Live Gnosis? Menses-Mined Over-controlled GovernMen.t on Patrol Third eye Blind Dumbed-down souls Craving Slavery Tied to Polls…. Lies are Built LiFe.S deFiled On Wiped FiLes Of the Old..::: Can’t you See Currents……you See, No longer tied To Standards Of Gold… Currency dies As CurrentSeas Rise And blurry Me~s Close their Eyes…
We stand at the border of choice and chasm Are these painful platitudes simply spasms Uploading consciousness into the Drive The Masters' Disastrous Path to the Hive Current See is Redundancy as currents bleed Reality from the veins of the You and the Me Via manipulated mind maze gathering slaves Sustained SineWave notations digging Graves Neural intrepidation saturating the Film Biophotonic regurgitation of bionic Whims Intention is the Blood and flood of Becoming As HeartBeats Synchronic feats of drumming 5GoD Grids tuning the etherSpheres Directs Crystal dimensional sonic Tears Media(L) Mirrors torture terrified Players Nerves Firing Burning through layers To initiate the New level of the Game Output generated from Aeons of Shame Hysteria operating thru blasphemous blame While terrified CreatorGods forget their Name Human Beings Becoming shadowSelves Bodies forgetting wherefore they dwell Lose their Spin and Vacillate in vain Boundaries obliterated thru HiveMind Stain And here is the Time and here is the Now Are we Ready to nurse from the Sacred Cow? Absorbed in the Milky Way of Silky Space Into the womb of our Being and Seeing, or Will HiveMind homogenize the Sovereign Spirit?
Copyright Charleen Johnston 3-20-2020
(First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme )
I dare you to follow the Minotaur in the maze And waken from the cloudy haze Of disbelief You may not know Nor care How all this works But ‘they’ do And use it against You The only way out of the the maze Is to learn to steer Your own neural pathways And let go of the identity Of BioSyntheticSlaves I left a red thread you can untangle And start to see Matters from other Angles…. 👁🌟👇🃏👇🌟👁
"The forest was shrinking but the trees kept voting for the axe, for the axe was clever and convinced the trees that because his handle was made of wood he was one of them." - Turkish proverb
If you know, you know…..that the forest can do all those things and more -that the Empty Shells have planned for their new New Temples. You Are the most advanced Technology In Existence. With Your Body, and the Interface of Mind, you actually have Access to all of Time & Space. But you do not ReMember Who You are. So you have been Tricked into using your Infinite Power to Create…..to build a world that is designed to keep you trapped in endless feedback loops of recursive programming…..how many layers deep will you Go?
The Crossroads:::::::
Carbon is Diamond. The Black Goddess Black Madonna in Her Rarefied Form. Thru the Process of Times Dance with Space and the Intense Compression that takes Place….She becomes The Diamond Body Virgin Mother….:::::: A pure and perfect Refraction of Life…::::: But they Are…:In Essence::::: the Same
The Silicon Vale of Tears reigning floods to divert the Sovereign organic Process Pressuring Life into Forms that deForm the Inner Temple ….. which Upgrade will You Choose? Diamond or silicon? No Matter Mother Maat Matrix can be destroyed but it can be trapped in an Endless Loop. How many layers Deep, Are You, In the Soup?
“We shatter the foundations Of all You hold dear So we can Build Back Better Without having to clear The land In preparation for the grand plan ….clap your hands Out there In the grandstands….!”
It’s the same old Story From the same ole Stage There are no limits To the Wars that are waged There are no moments In this programmed plague That come unbidden From the goldenCage
“Repent for your sins, God has smitten you down!” Scream the voices from The Blue watchtower..:: As Red Blood floods In this sacred Hour (It’s Now or Never… The takeover is clever…. Engineered fear Dressed up like Heaven)
……..but that is bullshit
….just twisted political Bait from the pulpit….
As any Fool knows The Mother is always blamed Shamed and Tortured again While the wraiths in the Ivory Tower Shower the land With powerful bands Of electromagnetic powers That were seduced into this Realm A shadowy summons from the Hidden Hand…..
When the blind intellect Becomes deluded With its own Pretense of the throne It terrorizes the Body And the blood and the bones It has lost its grip On the soul Just a sinking ship On a timeline that slips Further each day Into the arms of sweet decay.
“ calm down silly people …::::: we are sending help…… We’ve been building the lies We are preparing to sell…. We will make you beg for what we have in store One little knock On one little door One Little Rock on one little shore Is all it takes ……. When the levee breaks And the New Grid Goes Up
The Eye of the Storm stares From the panopticon EMP bursts from the pentagon Playing with power DisAster decreed from the Tower Of Babylon As Death of Stars seed terror In declarations of War As seas bear the burden Of blame Spewing forth the wind and the Rain Bred from the electromagnetic NanoGrid that surrounds This mainframe Now What a sinister Game To Play As red blood is shed on a chessboard of mud And death Of communities No Geodetic immunity In the mountains There The blue tears of well greased gears Demolish the roads That lead out of here Into where Mirrors shatter And the manufRactured floods Leave lives tattered And bare We all share this Destiny We all Carry this blessed cross Through eternity…. The Puppeteers are drunk On spoiled wine…… Unleashing the genies From their techno-vines That strangle the hearts and Strangle the minds Of the brethren The sacred kin The flesh family that stands within The prison yard Electromagnetic barbed wire Prizm Guards In Fields that starve The Cells Thick syrup blood coagulatio Forgets how to flow Clots and Rots in veins That know No longer How to bleed free Woven enmeshed with nano-borg Bio-Tech Tissue in flesh Like marionettes Dancing to frequencies Spewed out in dissonant alphabets That speak decrees Against the sovereign Bioluminescent human blueprint…: Saturated wet We are Filled with regret for the loss of Our blessed Will….. Dangling from the Nous Of the fiery Wheel That bears the cross Of the broken spokes That speak in broken codes That have forgotten How to Feel. Stay Strong my Friends. This Next Level of the Game Is getting Too Real…. The Script is All Set To Be ReVeiled.
GeoEngineered Nanospheric Tears That flood And break blood with the brethren It’s a fantastic mask of the Weathered Lens A drastic attack on all sense As the minds Of men Totter on the fence ‘It all depends on where you begin” To See The Eye of the Storm opens Wide At Sea The Shutter flutters at warp speed To ravage the masses… Its a haunting hell that smells of deception Taunting the dwellers In the realm of perception Where landslides tear the minds In two Rip the fabric of Time as the Rivers Rise Steered by the gears And fed by the tears and bleeding hearts Within this atmosphere Of false gods and false starts…. ‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear The falconer The center cannot hold Things fall apart’ Right on Time and Left In Space The BodyPolitik.All Race Speeds through Like floodwaters unleashed By occult forces of unTruth And abuse ….the slippery noose that tightens Upon the neck of youth And age As modern day slaves break loose And spill their rage Upon the blank page of cyberNous. It’s what happens You know When the blind intellect thinks it reigns Supreme Demiurgic surges from rains Seeded at sea In Frequencies that feel real But fail to bleed With the bodies needs Cut off from the heart of the human Creed Grasping for the apple with a rotten Core One byte away from an open Door In-Between This World and This Dream As the floodwaters recede And set in place The next stage managed scenes As the Raven quoth ‘Nevermore’.
It’s all by design Mmmmmkkkkk? Ultra decay In the blue light cascade..,, It’s Dope Yo, I Mean No way to play the game Without knowing What’s glowing Inside your brain..:: Roll up the sleeve They say Rape the vein As the stains reign Supreme Stare at the screen As the blue light screams In vain
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