People wonder why I spend so much time alone —

Truth is, I’ve been alone all my life,

I just had people surrounding me before.

to those who bark, for they have no bite —

but mind the bite of those who do not bark.

You have no idea what I can do —

Me? I am far too big for your shoe —

You have no idea the storm that has been brewed —

Quite simply, I am not your average dude —

And though I may sound rude,

And my language may border on lewd,

It’s worth it to see the truth in the nude —

Open your mouth, let my truth by thy food —

The prison sentence is done —

It’s time to be free —

Be a witness of the One —

Open your eyes and see —

Behold the rising Sun —

Now watch the darkness flee —

Open your eyes —

Wake from your slumber —

Watch the shit as it flies —

Behold our celestial plumber —

This world is due for an enema —

It is time for the rebirth of the sacred Anima —

Follow the light —

Hop aboard the Ark —

Do what’s right —

And leave the fucking dark —

So goodbye, Big Brother —

You are nothing to Holy Mother —

Was that a shudder?

I don’t blame you, your days are numbered —

Understatement to say you’ve blundered —

You will account for the woman you’ve plundered —

Who am I? I’m one of the misfits.

Ignore my penis, I’ve still got big tits —

Your enema will be fast and quite swift —

Prepare friends, here comes the Great Shift —

Mother’s water is going to break —

She’s going to turn your house into a lake.

How can I ever mend the tear?

Years living around the trigger of a hair —

They took my peace, it’s just not fair —

I did my best to try not to care —

To take their advice and “just grow a pair” —

They always wondered why I had a thousand yard stare —

How can I “just forget” what you’ve damaged beyond repair?

All that you people are to me is a dreadful snare —

I’ve been trying to fly, to take to the air —

To do anything I can to break free of your lair —

But what can I do with this deadweight of despair?

There’s so much to do, so much to share —

But you’ve taught me to sit here and be scared —

To not even try, to not even dare —

But what I have, is incredibly rare —

Like a Phoenix, I will rise with a flare —

I will leave the den, and break free from mother Bear —

The tragedy of truth

Is quite a lot to deal with, for today’s youth —

Searching for the glimmer, I’ve been a sleuth,

But I take it back, I’m begging for Ruth —

Fishing for the answers that lie on the top shelf,

Can quite predictably lead to the loss or discovery of self —

Oh how I weep —

How I weep for causes unknown —

For causes that climb beyond language’s staircase —

A leap of faith is demanded to even understand the source of my sorrow —

Does a bird need to learn the English language to understand itself?

So terribly trapped, there’s no use in trying to escape —

Make do — make due —

Make do with the fake you or it’ll break you —

But don’t let it take you —

This life is so silly, like a game —

Why so serious?

Let go of the grudges, the heaviness, the weariness, the burdens —

Take a leap off the high dive —

Oh love, oh youth, where did I go wrong —

I believe it all started at the time of my conception —

How do they say — it was all downhill from there?

But if it’s all downhill, all you’ll have to do is down this pill and it’ll be all chill!

How weak this game we play is — how we buy into it —

Discover your real self away from society’s games —

It’s all so silly. And euphoric.

Do you wish to spend your entire life a slave?

If so, go on, continue to behave;

But know it is entirely within our power to break free from the chains.

A rebirth approaches with all of its labor pains —

A perfect storm approaches, are you ready for its rains?

The time has come, for the tyrant king to be slain.

They say when it rains, it pours —

I can assure you, Bezos himself will be down on all fours —

They have no idea what is in store —

Do you want to live your entire life as their whores?

The time has come for us to bust down their doors —

They’re not our parents, we do not have to do their chores —

Working class, mark my words: it is time to start a war.

Have you any idea how loud we can roar?

It is time for us to own our sovereignty —

They work us to the bone, just so we can escape poverty.

The time is forthcoming,

In which we shall send the slave masters running.

We must not stop until we take back our power —

We will scream louder and louder,

And that alone can topple their tower.

Are you ready to deliver a mighty punch?

Or are you okay with them cutting short your half-hour lunch?

Together, we can be unstoppable —

Their tower is so easily topplable —

can you feel it? The energy is palpable —

Together, nothing is insurmountable —

There are people who think we are weak,

For simply requesting a four-day work week.

But remember, the earth shall be inherited by the meek —

We mustn’t resign ourselves to be the slaves of the elite.

They will call us lazy —

But all I want to do is watch my children grow up, is that so crazy?

I will not let their words faze me —

My motivation lies alone in what my boss pays me.

As this movement grows in popularity,

Closer draws our time of prosperity.

I cannot live with this economic disparity —

To see the rich giving to charity,

Is far too much of a rarity —

Is it really a time of scarcity,

If the wealth is simply hoarded by those at the top of the polarity?

This fire has its fuel —

And we are it, the pack mules —

All we need is a spark to be set ablaze,

And then this era of slavery shall approach its final days.

The Son of Man

(Disclaimer: I was high as fuck when I wrote this. I do not mean to assert myself as a religious authority by any means, though it will sound like that in this post. I seek to know more, and this is simply one perspective that has been taken in a long series of them in my ever-shifting and ever-so-mutable view of the world.)

Would you believe me if I told you that the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ is a metaphor — or at least a reflection — of the pattern of the physical Sun?

That his crucifixion as he died is symbolized by a Sunset?

That his death is the time the Sun is down?

That his resurrection is when the Sun comes back up?

That his 12 disciples are the 13 (typo but I’ll leave it for Opiuchus, yes this is a hill I’ll die on) zodiac signs?

That the Earth is the Virgin mother of the Son? For her womb is where the Son of Man is given form/is born? The perfectly fertile — or virgin — soil for the Sun (Father) to be born into the physical Son?

The mystery and paradox of the Immaculate Conception/Virgin Birth is the mystery of how from Sun comes Life on Earth. Without any physical contact between the Sun and Earth, life springs, like the Immaculate Conception to the Sacred Virgin (that, at the risk of sounding redundant, came without sex).

Jesus’s “heart on fire” is actually representative of the literal Solar Sun that “blazes” for us.

Him “dying for us so that we may live” is because without his — the Sun’s — death every night into Night — the Sunset — we would be burnt alive by the consistent exposure. His Life gives us Life, but he must also Die repeatedly as well in order to Save us (from Himself)!

This is the Pattern of the Sun, the supreme Truth.

“It ascends from earth to heaven and again descends to earth and receives the forces of things above and below” (an excerpt directly from the Emerald Tablet, or Emerald Formula, directly revealed from Thrice Greatest Hermes as the Operation of the Sun.)
The previous quote literally is the Sun rising and falling in the Sky — repeatedly (as the passage of time).

Why do you think the Emerald Tablet finishes as saying “It is accomplished, what I have told of the operation of the Sun”? Everything it describes is the recipe for how to create perfected Matter out of Light — how Pure Illumination and Light, the literal Sun itself, the literal SOURCE of all that exists is turned into the living Son, perfected Man, symbolized in the story of Christ — or the Philosophers Stone — the operation of the Sun.
It is the universal cookbook to not only create man, but to perfect it, from Pure Light — aka literal sunlight — into physical incarnation.

All of the ingredients in the Emerald Formula show us exactly what happens to turn Light into Form, Sun (Light) into Son (perfectly incarnate perfect Light).

The Perfected Formula creates the Perfected Man.

Christ is said to be the exact same as his Father — Father and Son are the same — because the living Christ is the perfectly incarnated perfectly embodied physical Sun. The perfectly embodied spiritual Sun.

The Sun being the literal, physical source of all Light for us cannot be overlooked. It is said that what is Below perfectly reflects that which is Above. Therefore, the light of everything in the physical world should reveal to us the spiritual Light of Everything. Meaning, the Literal Source. The Light itself. The physical Sun, and it’s characteristics in how we relate to it, should describe to us our relationship with the spiritual Father (spiritual Sun).

The literal fact that, if it were day all the time, we would perish, is a literal reminder that light and dark is truly needed for existence. The yin-yang of light/dark is a core component of life, and it’s core ingredient.

Original sin — or the idea that humans are innately flawed and possessed of an evil side — can be represented by the idea that we cannot endure the Sun’s literal, physical light all the time. To convert this statement from terms of the Below, or it’s physical manifestation, into the Above, or it’s origins in Spirit, we cannot fully endure God’s Light without dying. The function of the darkness is separateness — without the separation, there is no I, and thus there is no Self separate from God. Not only can our bodies not fully endure the Source of all Light, but our souls cannot fully endure the Source of all Light without dying — or immersion back to Source. The “defined lines” creating an Other is the darkness. And, because our survival — or existence as an other from God — is depended upon these lines of separation, it can be thus inferred that our existence as spiritual beings is also dependent on darkness itself.

Because of our form (our literal physical form) the Sun must die every night, or set,in order for us to survive — the Christ who died (dies) so that we can live. In that sense, part of our lifeblood is the darkness — we cannot live without his death, spiritually — through the metaphorical “dark lines of separation” (symbolized by the Fall of Man or creation of the Mind — this is why Mercury can be symbolized by the serpent) that mark us as separate identities from Source (also why ego is considered “sinful”) — nor physically, through the Sun setting and allowing us to cool off and remain alive.

Mercury is often times symbolized by a serpent, and represents knowledge itself. Do you see where I’m going with this? Mercury is the serpent in the garden that tempts man to eat from the tree of knowledge and leads to the Fall. This is symbolized by Mercury being the first planet from the Sun — the first physical incarnation or “fall,” or corruption — from pure Light. Because Mercury comes first in the order of the planets, Mercury is the first “step” away from pure Light and into Darkness (sometimes known as “evil” but not always). However, it is also the closest physical reality can get to the Light of the Sun, the physical body that contains the Light the most.

Each of the celestial bodies and elements thus are secret ingredients — the perfect cocktail to create Humanity, the sum total of the Cosmos, or the Philosophers Stone. Too much Sun, we can’t keep human life going — too little, it dies. Humanity is the perfect balance of all the spiritual elements — Light, Dark, Father, Mother, Heat, Cold, Yin, Yang.

This is why it is said that opposites are needed to create Life. Without Father — or heat — no primeval spark is created. Without Mother — or cold — there is no Petri dish for life to take shape. Without cold, we cannot define heat (and vice versa). The Son is what is created between those two principles, the living reconciliation of opposites. Humanity is thus the living Rebis and coincidencia oppositorum.

The Ankh being the symbol of life is because through his death, we experience life. The loop at the top of the cross makes the ankh — the head of the crucified one. This symbolizes life because there is no physical life without the Sun — or Son/Christ — setting every night — or dying/being Crucified at Sunset.

On this day minus 14 years,

Born was a girl who gave me the strength to persevere.

I don’t know anyone that’s more fierce,

Who is still yet there to wipe away your tears;

Now come one, come all, I have something to say,

And it’s all in the name of wishing her a happy birthday:

She possesses an endless light,

Almost blinding at the mere sight.

She never backs down from a fight,

And to be frank, always has to be right!

She’s full of strength, and full of might;

But not in length, no, not in height!

I don’t know anyone with more spirit;

And truth be told, many people fear it;

You’ll always be my light in the dark;

And on this world, you’ll make your mark.

She truly has a massive heart,

And it’s complemented by eyes like darts;

I’ve always loved her right from the start;

To know her spirit is to know true art;

Brother and sister, hearts intertwined,

A bond unbreakable till the end of time.

Beyond her years, she’s very wise;

And you can see it all in her piercing brown eyes.

With just one look, she sees through your lies,

And boy, do I pity anyone who tries!

With no more than a single look,

This girl can read you easier than a book.

Those magic eyes will leave you defenseless;

And she can do it all while looking like a princess.

How can someone have so much power,

(Really, enough to make a grown man cower,)

Yet still have the poise and beauty of a flower?

Truly the epitome of sweet & sour —

Like a rose, she has her thorns;

She’s both clear sky, and thunderous storm;

And from the very day she was born,

With my entire heart, she I’ve adored;

With her, there’s never a moment I’m bored; 

This warrior is blessed by the good Lord;

With just a single slice of her sword,

Down goes demon after demon by the hoard;

And though she has one mean RBF,

She’ll always, always be my BFF!

Me and her have an unspoken pact;

She’s my ride or die till the end, and that’s a fact!

From the beginning, till the end,

Rema, you’ll always be my best friend.

And though these words all ring true,

None of them can fully say how much I love you.

I’m someone you’ll never be able to get rid,

And I love you so much, you might as well be my own kid.

And when me and you are hand in hand,

We become the ocean, instead of two grains of sand.

Squinting my eyes as the light of the world blinds me, I step forward. The sand crunches as I introduce my feet. The heat of the Sun is negated by the brisk ocean breeze, and yet the cold of the wind is negated by the soothing warmth of the sand. The spirit of the wind lovingly grabs and caresses my wrists with its cool tendrils and gently guides me to Mother Ocean. In sharp contrast with the soft wind, a great crash startles me, and the saline solution of the ocean races towards me in a speedy motion. I inhale sharply as the water assaults me. The smell of salt simultaneously reels me into my ancient past, grounds me into the divinity of the present, and launches me decades into my future. I was born here — I am here — I will die here. Head and heart first, I dive in bravely in an act of love and devotion for the endless ocean that heals me like a potion. 1 – 2 – 3 – CLEAR! — her cold shocks and defibrillates my heart back to life. I find peace knowing that I am only a piece of the endless Vitamin Sea that extends as far as the eye can see.

My eyes get burned by the intensity of existence,

I can’t quite see any shapes in the blinding luminescence;

Shield my eyes with my hand, 

are they an exit or an entrance?