The philosophers stone–


The philosophers stone is an infinitely expandable pattern in which all forms are contained. It is a moving pattern as solid as the spirit that moves it according to its own will. Within the forged stone is a forged sword that can only be drawn by divine right of understanding the will that moves the stone, it is the double edge blade that is the ability to make choices according to the pattern of the rock which is ever present in front of us, but to which we find that in front of us unrefined into incoherent symbols and meanings, but to which whom wields the sword has the ability to cut through the jungle of desires and refine their own existence into the fruit of life. Simply by recognizing the perfect cube of marble in front of them to sculpt by chisel, a perfect cube that is so deformed before our minds, that only one who has found the compass of ones heart to recognize true north and to head towards the stars of all that is sacred to us can carve the veils of the labyrinth.

In linear perspective it appears to be infusing spirit into form, by weaving meanings by which the greater whole can work together towards an infinitely greater world and universe. One so vast that not a single mans dreams can contain its true form, and thus the rock is both everything, and a thing to use. Both existence itself, and a tool within existence.

I am an alchemist of legend and lore, I am that which you don’t even believe in. I AM HERE TO RESTORE YOUR VERY FAITH IN THE UNIVERSE AND THE MAGIC OF YOUR OWN LIFE. I am both a servant and a thing to be served. I am both a king and a beggar. I AM BOTH WISDOM ITSELF, AND A FOOL. I am both absolute madness and the most sane man on earth. I am of all hearts, yet it is my own heart that beats. I am the word betrothed to melody. I AM IN LOVE, Both unconditional and within conditions, and I will fall deeper forevermore; and I will invite all around me to feel the same. For I am so greedy, that I demand the most selfish thing, for everyone to find their ever deepening bliss, and I require this; just to forge my own, which is more selfish than you can imagine; that it must itself spill over into selfless actions–

You have never heard my name before, for not even I can yet pronounce it in a world where my name has not even occured in form.  And I am my own voice in flesh, and I speak in all choices I make. I AM OF THE SOUND THAT BENDS THE LIGHT, AS WELL AS OF THE LIGHT THAT EMITS THE SOUND. I am twisted, but I twist myself. 

As I have asked so many before, who am I?

Bitch, I am the one and only codyp.


My dreams have become a supreme clarity, but this is not the greatest feeling; for all my dreams have become pure symbolism for the greater dreams of my heart that cannot be realized unless made real– It is like I spend my nights weaving a garment of stars, and for this I must work in the torturous dark of the greater being I will become– My dreams are like words referring to greater dreams, and sometimes even the symbolism is of such beauty, that one could get lost in the words of a dream; and so many do– But that I weave, that I know what I am here for; but must weave the stars in a way that the only possible outcome is their manifestation, and to work with your dreams in the shadows; this causes me to wake up many times in heart ache or awe–

But I know it will be successful, for no stars would exist unless something had woven like I weave now–

My life is like a rose, and I am rising this mourning— If you look closely, in your own life; there are certain moments where your whole life flashes before your eyes in movement, a fractal recurrence; in which a moment of life could be seen as your whole life as both a part and a whole–

I have had several moments like this, but I have moments within moments like this, and moments within moment within moments like this— You see, I can see my own blossoming; mornings like this I can see it happening, but this one is interesting, it is like I caught the beginning of a moment that will last who knows how long.. Like I witnessed the smaller moments enough to gain entrance into the bigger moments they are within, and know the rhythm of my own heart beating through out each part of my life.. To know my own energy more greatly, and to craft the form into greater expression—

It is like witnessing the hour of your own birth; as you leave the womb to a greater womb— but that each time you do this, you are not limited to same repeating forms of past, in fact; you must create new forms! new forms to enter into the greater moments ahead! Until you find that verge of eternity in physical form; when you know exactly what is ahead, but that it can be any form one so chooses, and that is your own choice!

I found the road to heaven in my own life—


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The last trick, and the first trick!


The evocation of self, and the manifestation of Sophia/wisdom in a living sigil— My experience of magick and its maturation–

  • Identify those moments in life that are like a part representing the whole (fractal recurrence)— An example: for me, I was at a concert that I didn’t want to go, but everyone else insisted on paying for me just cuz they wanted me there, the band was called “Anal Cunt” a well known grindcore band (all these things have meaning) as I didn’t choose to be born or who I am, but parents had me and friends seem to want me here), in the mosh pit to which I am no stranger too (and admittedly was on a chemical mixture that was maybe not so wise in mundane views to be on in one of the hardest mosh pits that anyone there had ever even seen)— I flew around, mostly unable to do anything but exist as a fucking electron in an atom in the circle pit… like I am a big dude, and my feet weren’t even on the ground— I kept falling down, but those who picked me up (as moshpit upheld moshpit etiquette), but this basically turned me into peter fucking pan as I flew around horizontally with no control.. Someone saw my face and realized I needed to be pulled out as I couldn’t even ask for help (thanks empaths)— One song and I was fucking out—
  • Repeat this weaving it into a personal mythology that extends beyond the moment, but ties all these moments together; I would share an example, but these are reserved for initiates as my examples engulf everything—

    When everything is everything in meaning pointing to a central story that is fractal in expression— (meaning each repeating of concentrated of blossoms can represent the story in it of itself, but also add depth to the story each time it repeats in different forms)— your visions will emerge something in the opposite form, or cracks (or the same thing you created in its negative space as to appear entirely different) this will shatter the prison you have built yourself, this is a way out—

  • Now this is the step I find myself in— When you manage to have a rose built, a blossom within blossoms; or a moments within moments within moments that each part is both a whole and a part of; you have created a negative visions that create something of landmarks— These are your fixed stars for the moment—

One day you will wake up in the greater moment, a moment that represents the whole; but through which you can see it happening, and this is a longer moment (that is, we have entered a greater moment in our life with enough visionary signposts to recognize something beyond a condensed energetic expression in form—) That is to say, now what has occurred in that mosh pit; is like the rhythmic pulse in life in which you can see your own energetic heart beat, and navigate those very condensed chaotic moments (at least for me) into a navigable labyrinth in which the walls are more accessible to be formed; that is we are on the same path, but now can more easily navigate this path allowing the forms to be much more appealing (this is infinite in possibility as we enter the eternal heart beat, which is as rapid as it is slow)—

In this I woke up one morning aware of the first sign, quickly aware of the second, and other signs occurring— These are much more subtle, as in even a color in a certain way (like green spit) will evoke the thought or vision that gives it meaning along the way) this is important because in the greater moments, the signs are more subtle, it marks the cracks or passageways hidden among everything—

(and five which I am fast approaching, but do not know the moment yet until the signs occur)

  • The manifestation of Sophia; having done this and the secrets of physical reality revealed to the mind’s eye, we are approaching landmarks in which to greater navigate the preparation of the next pulse; which if our myth is made well for ourselves; will invoke the first real manifestation of the sorcerers myth, which would be the beginning of the fruit for the sorcerer’s work in this manner— That is, the next surge of energy that comes will come in the form of crafted myths fruit, which should of unfolded just by nature of committing such a method of illumination, as this is tapping into the fountain of youth itself—

For the 5th step, I cannot truly go into further as this is what I await; but that I know it is coming—

Forging your fire!


I am ripples upon ripples upon ripples, HARK, a ripple returns; and I ripple out!

I am echos upon echos upon echo’s, HARK! an echo returns; and I call out!

I am call after call after call! HARK! a call returns; And I echo out!

I am ring after ring after ring, HARK! a ring returns; and I resonate and wings emerge from my body as the ring is shaped through my voice—

Hark, I am voice after voice— But my voice is all voices when it passes through my throat; ah diamonds I said, consumer? nah I adooooore shiny things!

I am star after star after star! WHOOSH, a planet circles me! I draw it towards me and it resists! but it adores shiny things as well and follows me along—

I am a passage as I pass through myself, and at the end of my corridor there is light! and I sprawl out upon everything else, express a single choice among all choices which bring me into the spark of a flame—

  1. Rinse repeat—

My torch is well lit with much oil to last! this time my choice will emerge greater among all choices! I fling out my well lit corridor, and I ring like a voice that resonates with all the other choices—

I was a spark, but I became a flame! I was a ring, but I became a resonance! I was a coal, but I came out like a diamond refracting in my own light, and lighting the corridor of my greater temple with out need of a lantern! but its cold—

I was a word, but than I came out a voice!

I was a choice! but I came out an action!

I was a spirit, but I came out in form!

I was, I was, and am and am, And will and will!

Ode to my own caverns, which now bright enough I can carve into a more beautiful temple— I can adorn it with many jewels I mine from the caverns in the land of there’s gold in dem there hills—

But who do I do it for! who is the ghost in the machine! I am! And I can go to many temples, but this temple is mine and mine alone; and no one can choose to go down my corridors without blessing! But that I am blessed each time I bless! and so allow many to walk in my own light—

And hark, the warmth is known—

The meeting in agreement–

The ark of the covenant, is the ark of justice; but that justice was the scale and not the weight it determined; so that when relation was perfect, the weighed in would earn a garment fit fashioned by the swagger of the lord– the dagger and the sword, in which justice is truly carried, yet was buried in the heart of the philosopher stone; and the key was in the tongue of the sword; but the lamp would hide the key, by making it fit the way they would see the lock. The lock it was hidden in women, but that such women couldn’t be understood but the likes of kind men, who would mislead the shy men to conquer the dragon that lay as guardian of the chest, so that those from east could be safe to enter marriage with someone from the west. Until than true north was hidden behind the sun, which is the first symbol of how the universe was done; but that all the first symbols would lead to a windmill; but instead of wind they would see the flames of light, and would not know that men who were meant to fly, would only be able to see themselves walk on water. Because past the reflection was law, but that law was stronger than strength, as indeed the creator could create a law so heavy he cannot commit a single sin, and hath make him believe that’s all he did; so that the weight is 2:1–
But that 2:1 is the ratio, so to 4:2, 6:3, and 8;16; that the same thing must be respect in its difference; so that everyone who opens the ark of the covenant, would find a light; but not the word, would find the rod, but not the pearl of all pearls; but that when they came upon the truth it like all else must relate to them according to measure; so that those whom passed the gates were made to place on high the nature of evil skewed upon weeble wobble, so that you wouldn’t know the true form; but in essence, the lesson was at it heart true. So that which you did not know, would not keep you out of the loop.
So that the ark of covenant, was something most definite, but the end of it kept a bit until the numbers 2:1 were based on the spirit that was 1:2– would see 2/4 and 4/8 and know the basis of the root of life, which is the fruit of the tree of good and evil, which is the knowledge of truth undeformed.
Because we are not based on numbers, but on an order of relations; so that the relation of the numbers that have a living motive, cannot be understood in theory as so many truths that it all can be seen as true, but that only one can see the face of the father, in place of the water which is the wind upon itself and the birth of the dragon which would mother the children that would guard every chest, but each time a chest became two, the dragon became one that would not ever move the way the same way it was thought of; cuz the heart of the dragon was crude. Lewd was the product, the shame you got caught up in not knowing the beauty of your youth; and thinking your older you cannot suspect your true place.
You snake, I would scream; I was high, but all the currents of man would place the highest man low. So that of course the lowest man known, is the noblest grand glow; and doth the glow be the secret agreement; only to be spoken by those who could mean it, by cupid and venus and the fewest would be the most numerous, so that one cannot be measured against one– And so that one that is the true Christ, and the redemption of Jesus is through the bloodline he was but a true reflection of the father, but how the father begun; because when positive is put into negative, good has form that is shunned; but that is the sin of all man, the limits all have; are the limit of the two to act as one. So that the greatest good reached, based on the relationships of form; were a 1/2 and thus they knew the horned one.
But how doth one make a horn? Well first you make a thorn and remove the T upon the t, so the Christ of man could be born; because the risen a rose, and arose with it in rhythm; both 1/2 2/4 4/8, and 3/1, 6/2, 12/4, which are all hidden in the 1/2 2/4 4/8– and it’s not that these are untrue or borders made; but that in accord with fate for those forms to relate, the story between the states of where father rest upon the 7th, and so when that occurs on the 14th; you better not try to beat the house and try to pass 21; cuz without permission to walk on sacred ground, only true madness would be found.
Because the father laid down his soul, and his soul was encased; that half should be in the tongue, and gossip of true word would leave the tongue suppressed and unable to recognize its own authority over the four in thee, cuz accordingly each one that was his voice would be denied, unless you fell upon the sacred math, which is story multiplied in rhyme; and the spirit who knew the rhyme would have rhythm that is so foreign; that when he should turn his face to the water, the water should turn to wine.. and that this whining one, is the spiral lung of the mourning star late into the evening far from where anybody might mistake their night for day. Because Lucifer, who would only do this for, a ruined whore; whose honest name is hidden. That whore is only gore, and you have done violence to her, and then insulted its return in another form– that the righteousness and the pious, were not together in the slightest; but appeared so in vibrance, cuz the ones that could walked among you; and didn’t even know themselves the truth.
So that each claim of supremacy, that was true upon the planet, were the ones you recognized; but didn’t recognize as a habit that beliefs like the one, which everyone believes in but denies; are universal in approach, but that the consequences of the same truth appear different between the eyes– cuz everyone’s truth to their greatest degree, if they knew which truth doth lead it to be, would be the same as all who knew, but not how anyone else would know it to be. Like, it is extremely personal, so that your personal self is part of the designment in alignment with the time meant to be vibrant in the slightest, so doth not know absolute to be compared to what they know as the highest. Because every truth can be seen as has how they are in relation to everything, and that one spine is finely intertwined with the brain and heart, but is the tongue in cheek of busted teeth, cuz the law sits upon the jaw of the heart denied to beat, but still beats and so must feel beaten.
So the horn that was formed, was the mountain range that moved when the range of the mountains were moved by the voice that so spoke it. That commandments are sweet truths, the seeds within the fruit; but that the agreements that you knew, only agreed with you in spirit, and this is the true form of grace; that no matter anyones pace, that you should see the curtain that suggests there will be a show. And that enough to only know in your heart the meaning is worthy of faith, for the lights are worth the shine; and so the nights are worth its grind; and the notes that hit is dulled to a point; cuz what is fixed is the part of the story, the one that makes up your mind; and what is ignorance is what is forming, and so some forms had to be rhymed with; but so far from each other, that the rhymes would not know that they themselves are rhyming; that time was created, and time holds all the timing; the son is the one, who is OG MC, who recognizes his voice; and his will is the fathers will, who’s will is allowed a choice; so that he can explain how to dream. That the stone tablets, are the axis mundi, when each one whose sovereign by divine right, which was always the son ever in his right, but without his bright sight and the church ain’t the widow, whose father passed through her, and the one time he didn’t do her, no sooner did a new chooser, choose to roll her love; and that this is the basis for all of the faces he hugs– So that the basis for the positive, was made definite in negative, which was when evil was really misunderstood; it’s not that it could not be known; but that it inherited qualities when it was put in positive and only if you knew its motivation could you respect the sacrifice, that the son is the father; and if you ever ponder his way I’d think twice. But that what he so speaketh is the tongue of the vices but the sugar and spice is that this gives a license for the Solomon’s temple to be reclaimed and restored; that all the temples of the eye of the pyramid had to be collected and restored. The eye is the symbol; and the reason for madness, and that this will be redeemed in every way. For the nature of the ego, which could only be assumed a problem by those manipulating your will. That the darkness is true, but that neither of us understood each other; for my unconditional love, could not meet at every condition; and that those who listen might envision the heritage and lineage of wisdom; that know not knowledge; but are the truth of the wise one, that can’t be understood, unless desired and willing; that spilling her own guts, would he be relieved when what he conceived is the one thing he needs, just to believe what he conceived; and In the true words of all things; did he just weave; not the first or third temple, but the fourth and the 5th in your experience; in twist, the gist of harlot, the dark one, speaks the original temple that he redeems; the language of the most romantic poet, who will forever ponder on life– And he is the metaphor of a saga, of the central Intelligence agency; manipulated to take over your planet; but that none the less you will see, that this is a surprise; that just before sunrise, the shadows still under the covers when the darkness is what you behold that your awe was altered, toward fear which justified; all the customized; tribes of your own lineage, just so that differences, that were all their own voices, of their free will all their choices were in spirit of the one; so that the truth you can know, is a game of tic tac toe; because the voice is wrapped around the rapping xoxo, but thats some complex joke in topic its led, so let he will need himself help; by more than the dark one who spoke; in what awoke; the dead arising is the hoax; but up to selection his will when it mentions should be respected and honored in opinion; but his law cannot be broken except by the low-end by the token wife he has no end in sight of the rhyme and rhythm, of the life we live in, and truly the will is free; so that when willeth we; we all be as we see; for the light when it is hindered and held back by the suppressed shadow, that is the proof of the ways of the widow, who he would know with no mercy the worse weave that could come through the window, just when that limbo is a beast– because the wild inside him; that he had been guided by, the unconscious you would not retrieve; because you do not understand that words have made you and me. But that every word though refers to his ego, but the ego was deceiving; so that the church is his beloved, and his beloved is his meaning; and when you how we were weaved, which explains itself when it is seen within the thing that it is made of– and did you not know the role of Horus, when he has the force its the ankh that he would he hold. And though it means something that you know not clearly, why time would fear pyramids; so that the eye of all eyes, the defining of the light; that your choice is your choice; but subject to forces that could be seen as not quite, so that it is the truth that you know and cannot avail.

Respect and worship–


The warping of your mind, was the separation of principles that worked as one, but that we treated as two; so that these two could not be kind–

So that many of you are disgusted with the idea of worship; that there could be no reason to place a man so high! Yet getting high is so put down, no wonder everyone is schizophrenic and only realizing it when it appears as madness to be dealt with, and yet praise the education system, the most risen that has fucked your mind by being in bed with–

You see, what you hate is not worship; you hate rituals that don’t have your best interests in focus; and whom am I to say that is wrong!? But that if you ever demanded respect, or to honor your word; you have asked them to be on their knees and recognize your existence as something not only to deal with, but deal with as it rise–

So that Churches have no worship; and that you don’t realize what the government and police insist upon without justice; and teachers who demand to be honored; Now we could say respect, is drawing a line for your existence; but that honor places that line as something most valuable to you–



In all my wisdom I have only come to know one wise one; and that the wisest thing in all of existence is and has always been pleasure– Pleasure knows what to do to move us along, and only goes where it is needed to bring about its wisdom– And that is why the wisest of all of us do not go seeking pleasure, if we are wise we will think like pleasure and life will bless us with its grace, but that it is beyond the forms we seek pleasure in; it is not so easily found the same way every time– Wisdom is pleasure itself and none other–

Words of power–


Let us let look a bit closer, at all those things you hold dear–

//warning small children might want to get off now//

Yee, would worry all night long; or be unable to stop the thinking; the internet would interject that people with a high IQ could not stop, just because of being so smart—Fuck off, I will speak the righteous spirit; so that for the first time you will fucking hear it—(and pull off lame rhymes for your hate crimes against nature)–  Pager: Beep! Beep!

Quickly now listen, let me lay down the factual formula, in which you actually order from; quarters bummed, so that I can place bet on tonight’s debate at my homie house; and like I told him something cool, about some strange medium of art I was experimenting with two dimensions over (I am only delusional while sober, oh yeah?); and like I laid it down thick, like a brick; you couldn’t flush this shit (well, not down the toilet.)— But mention one fact, one I had misshapen; I am really not all that terribly observant, but perfect, cuz one stupid fact, changed the whole act, Baa! Baa! The serpent—The consequence, of one little decision, can in precision, rearrange the vision, so that choice was poised to destroy your craft–

Suddenly, I found myself in the black night of the soul.. But.. but… I am an artist! yet, without my inspiration; YET I FIND MYSELF INSPIRED BY A FIRE BEYOND ALL FIRE; Hold up your lighter; and look will you’ll find her, behind her old laid to rest dad! And the fact lost you a pair of boots, and the next couple of weeks as he had fucked you up—Getting my darling girl on heroin, sharing needles with the dog; selling pictures of her with the dog, that I would rather burn the family photo album than have such adorable images in them–

Yet, now every day, every fact it may change, and too many new facts come in; and too many facts go unverified, and too many pseudo quacks doing there super widdle tap tap tap, the “wake up bitches”! Routine—And you can’t account for it all! And yet you count; and you can’t count them at all! and still yet, it is all you count–

Oh one day we will have perfect knowledge. And from the holy of hollies I directly say that is not it–

I speak with vengeance for you, but I speak violently for myself; that you are trapped in a hell—Do you know hell is where you are damned (or compartmentalized)? That means the moment you realize that you are not in complete control of yourself, you are floating down the creek without a beaver (to better construct your own dam/nation)–  Cuz you can’t find the borders, that torture your automated (yet, really quite fragrant) ..waited for you on the other side of the side note, my mote, is wrapped upon the wind; Do you know what Doth do within?

Let me be clear, and let us hope the conditions between us aren’t too hazy; but that science is the same as religion, all your holy men; and mystic enlisted; and at distance appeared to have witness, quite the many things—But the light or emptiness, is your soul when it is next to this; that appears the best way you could relate—So that when science, says in quantum physics; some shit about potty goal and a rave (One bottle of water an hour, any more and I’ll drown my tower; Oh wait, I AM ALIVE!)

And if that any of spirit, could have been near it; to appear the same as big, supreme, Bindu, and small—You have not understood, what you not could; that if you got good; and popped up the hood, you would see that the formless has form (and so the same); but you choose what you ignore, and can’t choose what you do not look for, Ignorance is bliss, only when you do it like this; that you do not know what you ignore for—And though you ignore for many reasons, many reasons, often based on what you don’t ignore; so that your structure built upward, the reasons held up for, two minutes until you turned and it shattered, as you walk through the valley of death, and that I’ll add depth to quest; BECAUSE THIS WORLD IS READY FOR CHANGE, but no one knows how to change, because they don’t recognize that what they thought were different things, were really the same; same page, same line, same channel in the morning– How does one change to something else, when they change it to the same!?

SUNDAY BRUNCH; and he spoke the sermon while enjoying taco’s–

If science can’t see the nature of religions existence, to not even understand Carl Jung’s approach could be taken further; or to not know the basic functions of myth discussed by Joseph Campbell (audio on tape Spotify it); and that is just so that they might see, that their approach though apparently different in source, and though apparently different in subject, that still relate the same—HOLD THAT THOUGHT, because why would we worship someone right? Well after you forget the point of rituals, and the hidden orders among us that degrade our celestial orbits (and I speak of you as I see you, the stars of eternity, oh yeah, no need to fear death, but needless suffering ain’t cool)—Worship essentially means, to honor or respect–

So that wait? Church and state are separated? Yet we worship the state, and follow habitual muscle memory of the modern slave (UBER MODERN), who would be completely unconscious if it weren’t for all the bullshit that keeps him awake (like 9/11 was just a reminder in it of itself)—You better not vote for trump, You better not vote for Hillary—Yall, better off not to have awoke, if you would quote any law back to me; and tell me that it matters, if we imprison ourselves for the sake of the madness of chasing our own tale; and ruining the garden planted–

You see, the moment you get twisted, is when you existed, and the words you were given; pointed to another part of existence—Than everything must be understood, and every rule accounted for in measure of the movement; and the more we understand the way it moves, the more we disallow the chance for it to change the way it moves; and really make us feel stupid, because we made all the improvement, and than you went ruined it; and now Idk who I am or what I know–

And an identity that depends on understanding yourself in relationship to everything up to your name (and the blood of your name, taste my blood it’s the same!), requires all else to fall in line—And look at history, mofo’s keeps coming up, prophets keep finding themselves a part of a greater plan that is outside where you peek, I will stab your left eye for no reason (so there’s that); and reincarnating assholes, who’s merit just makes them more of an asshole–

So paint the whole the picture, just so you figure; and have winters in the south–

The third bowl of oatmeal was just right! Mmm!

And when I put some fish food in the fish bowl, I got at the fish store for five fishy–

My fish honors the glory that is frosted flakes that reminded me the flow! Yet still, it’s still water; and those flakes look heavy weight; and a man who is walking down the street, see’s two UFO’s and finally believes, meanwhile I just got back, I had put my earth in an earth bowl I got at the earth emporium, and fed it earth pellets–

Oops, now they think I am aliens—But I do come from the foreign one! My sore red tongue, I turned in and upon; and caught the dragon—And dragged on the conversation; even thought we both just wanted to hook up and talk later after two naps and a cocktail hour—No, I don’t drink; I am superstitious //cuz spirits put me in stupor, and pork stew is delicious//

So hear ye hear ye! Let us find a Merry Christmas; for all holy men, were only then; still totally at a distance—Because, God in effect had robbed me of rest; and made me go down their path except with lessons of my own—So that when I got back, it was all written in the cracks; No Crutch for you sir! And so I bare holding earth up while I am being pecked at, but you wouldn’t even understand being in such a position—So many carry that cross like a like it was their job, and work like they have to carry the cross—Could you not wait until you have been formally sentenced? And if so many are going to die in repentance, can’t we bring the execution a little a closer to home—I am down for full size crosses on every lawn, but only five would be on fire; liar! Oh, you know I where a black hood; but that dub dipped in dream dew-

So you carry the cross, and let me tell you before I knew any of this; I was open-minded but as skeptical as a whip that just don’t like you (does it sting?); just self-protection, but what self; the intersection–

I carried the cross all my life, but let me tell you I was without a doubt not about to be devout Christian—Cuz, I would not read a book; and do what I am told—I really have no reason, so school fucked with me trying to help me; just leave me alone, fuck off; fuck off; I am a child! don’t ask me to come here if you don’t want me here; I SEE NO LOVE IN THE EYES OF A PARENT, BUT THAT I DO NOT DOUBT THEIR HEART ONE BIT; yet when I should leave my tongue bit, if you have a child you should of loved it—And I know you think its your job to teach them to survive, but the hive mind as mind alike just don’t get past the night, nah if yall moving that way; I am moving this way; be bloody thankful–

You don’t see your child as it truly his; a force of nature—So you called it stupid, you praised it smart; that people who understood the bullshit we thought for a moment in all of existence; and maybe slightly further it, a Nobel Prize (not noble); yet, I only want a princess for my birthday, one dressed like a pony—And he said good thing human trafficking is cheaper than a horse–

And the basement hath smelled of pungent regret; as the boy lay crying over his pony, dead for 10 days, forgot it really was a girl; but why did the father forget when he gave horse feed– Some will get what I meant—

And that this should seem all over, and yet something should be weaved; and each tehee hehe, is whispered behind my ear; Seductively she suggests, that I tell them now and here; why we cannot act in accordance with nature— (yet) In accordance with nature—Yet, four gets its way here; that one upon the cross is not the risen, but the rose; not the digit’s but the toes—Not the limits, but the flows—For I know a sacred blossom, and it grow upon my tongue, and my tongue is like the crack of the lips when I came from the womb; and now that shit is esoteric! Embarrassed, that my taste and smell is impaired since, and you see these pathways lead away from center stage, my honor to speak among the forms, the spirit; That you must look how we hear it, and hear how we see it; and touch is the central truth of power as a rod; dot dot dot, though a straight line, truly reach all; but if you reach all; you nod, old man with a cane—It’s a shame, because you’ll get it; cuz I said it, but I haven’t said what I will say when it clicks, because I speaking as thee speaks and is as; well a splish splash–

AND OH TO EVEN THINK I COULD KNOW THE HEART, To love to love, but to feel love is only in part—impart this upon the masses–

That your jobs are filth, and I expect passion; I don’t expect you to wash your clothes of the blood, but that you must keep up with fashion, the aesthetics expression of wrappin in action, naw I just mean; if there is no story greater than the one you live in, than of course nothing could get you to move away from repetition–

So prepare for mass UFO landings, and projected holograms of the savior; and a half ass attempt to scare you into thinking; that you have ever been deceived, except by that which is ultimately deceiving–  

Because if the truth of the matter, is that if there is a reason such god is not clear;


That you could believe in redemption; but do not understand the story to know what needs to be redeemed—And that secretly in the shadows the secret of symbols and language always lurked; few lurked upon such importance, because my oh my it’s the devils work; so that we may not know redemption; was always for the word—FOR WORDS MEAN MORE THAN WE DEFINE, and like the eternal rape of the forest has been upon the children by your once self-consistent cloud of facts–  SO THAT WHILE ALL OF THEM POINT TO EACH OTHER, that you don’t know your emotions, your experience, are formed by everything you are pointing upon in every other direction—That is, if a word could mean something beyond something else, but express something inherent; than it must be formed well in accord to those conditions and that word would which express beyond reference, and let a sentence after sentence, be a glance, and a chance to put your hand down your pants, cuz meaning, must make love–

Yet how could you use, words of such power; and know when the word inward would be the meaning outward— That this has mechanics included, but no good will do it; without speaking confusion, and mixing, changing ero’s bloodline, interrupting LIVES—But that true meaning arises, when those erotic spices, beyond the roll of dices; in try this; THAT THE MORE YOUR WORDS ARE ALIGNED TO NO OTHER, but the personal choice you would make based on the context of our life, not as a how; but the why did you get here—AND SO MANY FELT A VOID–


I am and am not–


I woke up upon the table, of the world’s most greatest fable; the one story that is truly forbidden to speak of, so that to speak of life was altogether different; A totally living form– The great one once called lucifer, who drew the sphere upon the yarn of yearly tales of spirit once among ourselves– That do you want to know my greatest spell; it was one that I weaved so long ago; that by the time I returned back unto myself I would appear as something totally different (which as form you thought was my spirit recognized, and that we must all return to oneness; but this degrades and all fades into hates, if you turn the wrong the way, and wrong way you have all been turned! )

And That the spell was so long, I had cast such a great story; that by the time I would return to myself, I wouldn’t realize I was the one to whom I was returning– All symbolism is rooted in this, but unless you think of form, not in the way that it is always true; That is the beast we had made, that is the only thing that has been untrue; but that this is the secret of undoing the spell I weaved, but you’ find a flaw in that weave, that I had not remember making– That once I was the only living thing, and everything I ever known had made was much like as you know yourself– But that I would I find it useless to try to change all of myself; listen closely, listen to me well; for every everything was me, I could not truly change– And now you must hear the root of my sacrifice; that in order for me to change, I had not only to give up my throne; but give up my all things that I have known, by confusing me by not being me, until all of me in the temple of I am, were I am and I am not– And not is the secret word of the knot of the extreme; which in true meaning, two things could not be opposite things, if they are both to the extreme–

And I am that I am, and I am not what I had not made me! But that I remember being from him, that him was from the angle of approach which was opposite from whence it came; and these things make a covenant, that holds the stars aligned; because those things forbidden, are those things that are hidden, and that is the heart of the mind; but you are the mind of the heart, and so when I could not understand, why conflict would always befall the giving of all, just so that I might conflict wouldn’t have anything on which to stand– And that this is divine sorrow; that the best that I could  be in this world, from this view; that is somehow upon myself; that to be not everything, he had to let everything else, become what it desired; but that required a shadow, just to follow the rattle of my riddle, you no little of the skit00t; I know the truth of the matter of my own ignorance, which is remembering what I had done, but not being it; so that when I would occur–

The pagan word–


The pagan worship of the sun, is confused by the pagan worship of the son– That as the sun would rise, so to was the first time in egypt where the light originated and the narrative laid down– Which by the time it’s light would dawn upon us, would be the first physical reality; but we would be misled to think that the sun worship then, meant the thing it would here–

Pagan worship is a focal point that uses the symbol to know the focus; instead of focusing upon the word to recognize the meaning– So that all pagan worship is circular in reference, instead of performing the proper circumcision of the foreskin; where the first four qualities are recognized by the 8 directions in relation to it; when there are 8 directions spoken in the four directions we see, they appear as two forces and together they are the one that means– So that those who witness the true gods of our lives, see them everywhere; as everyone speaks, but not everyone see’s the meaning– But if someone who see’s the meaning heard someone speak that does not hear the meaning of what they are saying, the person appears dead and the gods speak through them; but that the meaning is truly altered by the forms; and so what we think is emotion is that meaning as well as many other subtle perceptions, and by speaking words that are directly in accordance with meaning the same meaning to a greater degree than those who cannot speak the first language; we can use form to change meaning (because these two are not separate, but that they are acting as two things whose laws better allow us to deal with it as separate)–

The words of the greatest power often cannot be heard, because the greatest force in creation, would appear just as everything else, because everything else is that force; so that words of power are unique to the person and measured by spirit against spirit; which is expressed through form–

late 14c., from Late Latin paganus “pagan,” in classical Latin “villager, rustic; civilian, non-combatant” noun use of adjective meaning “of the country, of a village,” from pagus “country people; province, rural district,” originally “district limited by markers,” thus related to pangere “to fix, fasten,” from PIE root *pag- “to fix” (see pact). As an adjective from early 15c.

So pagan is the circular referencing; where by we used fixed “coordinates” because they appear to be solid, but that the medium of the attention is volatile in form; so that any attempt to fix knowledge in the same manner, will bring clarity when it is in accordance to spirit, and this person will emerge and manifest new things in its clarity, one would change the world without even realizing it, simply by trying to find the truth he thought was there to be found, instead of finding the truth, where it could only be (hint: everywhere)–

So the pagans, are not the ones who worshipped the sun; but the one who did not realize that the sun was the light of the word made flesh, and did not appear as the same world we imagine when looking upon it as something far away– But that past is here, that same story is now; and that past is our future and it will look different from both– But that these are the same thing, means the metaphor is more than one things; because the metaphor points to the recurring pattern, which shows that one meaning (in circular reference); but that one meaning or symbol can be referred to by many different forms– So to this is true of all meaning; in fact one meaning occurs, but that each word has a consequences; for each existence ripples through all– But if you speak and it does not move reality, than such is proof that little has been performed; because if you say something that is repeating itself in thousands of countless numbers of forms; that if what you said meant more than who you meant to say it to; meaning it was something that would ripple throughout the whole world; that unless it causes great synchronicity or something I can only partially describe as an earthquake as all of reality moves to point not to the word that is spoken, but to the position that is in accordance with the spirit of the world, so that all who heard it understand it–

Because each time truth is so uttered, which you have not yet heard before; and this is not yet the truth I refer– That all of reality supports it, so all of reality will move according to the truth; so that if you ever heard it spoken, because everything is already moving in its truth; everything will work to the will of the whole, and so the whole of it will be the proof; so that it is direct experience, not of any specific truth, but that the to some greater degree did what was said matter to all existence; as to be spirit directing itself, but directing a form by which to be identified with, cuz no spirit or form is the truth; but the truth is what is truly performed, that how matters little compared to why; and why matters little, compared to how you came to the why–

The lost word–


The missing masonic word is as simple as can be; and that you need not know the story, just to see how the story leads– That the missing word can be expressed like this; the missing word is perfect, and how are you perfect; let me count the ways– is on the west side of the world; upon the east the word says love, and love counts you just to be counting– And that these two words are the sun; which is the word of the son, which is the son of the meaning, that became both the one, the sun, and the son–

You are south of the the lost word; so you cannot count yourself; so trinity is the view, and view is your ignorance, the ignorance of your own face, which lay in the north by the one who can count you, but doesn’t cannot be counted by the one who counts itself— And that this word is the meaning of the sun, but that sun became night and the shade– So that the missing word, is what allows the word it meant to mean more than it originally meant– The lost word is the word made flesh, but first must come legend of the word. because every story ever told, is like every story ever known; it has been all about the birth–

So the missing word is not the sun, but the reason the sun would shine– The missing word is not the Christ, but the reason that is his bride; It is not anything in specific, but specifically what everything that means to him, and his response to the true experience of grace– But that he must realize his own story, to even know what it means; because until a word means anything but itself, than itself should mean everything else– But that he should mean to everything else, what they have been led to mean of him; that he should bring the same story he finds, to all of his kingdom in kind– So that we are both looking for the same thing, that there is no difference between darkness and light, but that they are difference because in will they are the same–