I am a quantum spin ball around a vortex,
an unmeasurable revolution around a crankshaft
A life witness to the ordinance
of rebirth and reincarnation
Above even time, steadfast with its ages
And the power to change earth’s seasons
Would I have stopped by to write
the secrets in the Tabula Smardgina?
The secrets unveiled by Hermes Trismegistos,
The Thrice Great; when wisdom is bequeathed
only at a time when the world deserves to discover it; and then it
be taken away again when evil chances upon it!
You know the knowledge that fell into unseemly hands
in an age that was fallen from its onset!
How the lies perforated the vessels of the visionaries
and rendered every faculty of knowledge as the sieves of dishonesty
This is the story of how oscillates a magnitude into evil devolution
That we know as the above falls so does the below
That the microcosm of life reflects the greater whole
We must see that purgation is a process that needs to be imposed upon
those that want to deny the truth the most!
The alchemical fire is not for the faint-hearted
Not for those who lived in the luxury of deceit and hypocrisy
It is they who should have a longer entropy due to the nature of their falsehoods
The rest must be redeemed sooner
Salvation is the alley of those who suffered unjustly
Not of those who divine a future for themselves out of selfishness
Love and Peace can only come after the submission
of the perpetrators, who must relent to go the lengths to suffer for their crimes
And some don’t even deserve forgiveness, but need to be booted out!
For the eternity that they caused others to suffer!
Hermes Trismegistos, the Tabula Smardgina is hidden in the absolute soul
It can only manifest in those that venture to treat the Freudian conceptions
as the vehicles that need to be ridden and be sublimated
to free the soul. We are freer in the prisons of our alchemical convictions
than in the deserts of fallacies of convention
You know many free thinkers have had to face so much defeat and destruction
Yet they have had to walk it alone; we musn’t be bound by Jungian fear
And be brave in the climate of being calumnised as madmen, rather than perceive our ownselves as fearful faggots
Death is no moribundity, neither is defeat; it is fear and submission that is!
This is the ultimate aspiration; that we transcend the Emerald itself and become purer than the philosopher’s stone!
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