Journey to the Centre of the Son. Changing Water into Wine.

Heaven heaves:

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The pneumatic breath of airy Spirit

pours forth from the flaming mouth of God.

Outside the quantum furnace

of creation and destruction,

the "violent wind" of a Holy Spiration

falls on down,

condensing into another elemental round.

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The living water of life's Spirit,

(the libidinal urge of consciousness)

springs forth, flooding the earth

with eddies of chaotic striving.

Pan, the Spirit of "the All,"

blows the sound of creation

at "the gate of dawn."

Bubbling up from unconsciousness,

it flows and sublimates

through mineral, vegetable, animal,

into mental matter in human form.

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Earth is baptised with water

infused with Spirit's air-born life.

The Holy Spiration of the Soul

spirals in on itSelf in ever-deepening

revelations of Self-reflectivity.

The fallen Luciferic fiery light burns up,

reaching the apex of phallic ingenuity,

exploding back!...

returning to airy Space abright.

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"I have come to bring fire on the earth." (Luke 12.49).

And so Christ is born to crucify,

bringing forth the second baptism

of fiery Pneuma alight!

The elemental force of death

brings into play

the Spirit of destructiveness.

Trapped in matter and matters of concern,

the flaming Christ teaches how to unlearn.

Cleansing the unburnable Soul

he sends down Pentecostal "tongues of fire," (Acts 2.3)

my confused and sinful life to unravel.

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The sun-like Son, who's solar emanation

blows the wind of a conscious explosion,

"like a trumpet" (Rev 1.10) pronounces:

"I am the first and last.

And I hold the keys of death and hades." (Rev 1.17-18).

"His eyes were like blazing fire.

His feet were like bronze

glowing in a furnace, and his voice

was like the sound of rushing waters.

His face was like the sun

shining in all its brilliance." (Rev 1.14-16).

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By the application of fire

the living water of life,

trapped in mental matter, is purified.

In his fusion of light

the priest of the Son joins together

the disparate elements come undone.

Then from the four as One

a fifth distills inside the Son,

when fire's work is done.

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The Holy Spiration of fiery pneuma

condenses into nectar, the quintessence

or elixir of the Sophic Hydrolith.

Christic wine now coagulates as blood

into the holy cup, cooled and sealed.

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And so the journey ends at last;

an explanation secret and sublime;

the centre of the sun-like Son to find.
The solarization of consciousness
is now complete, and shines.

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