The words of Eschanihil

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Autumn Hut by Poxodd

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There is a secret science out there that begs for exegesis. My thoughts drift to the subject of 'Sacred Geometry?' All those golden meanings, fractal iterations, and such.



8 of Crystals: Synthesis
The Libran ascends

ALL the colors in AUTUMN.
Your mental balancing act draws to a close.

ALL the sounds of a SYMPHONY
A final synthesis .


Every thought is made quartzite--
heft, hewn, heralded
by unique shades
exquisite moments of light
when night is unmasked as day
or that of bluer skies gone
to gray agate and starlight opals
littering the night
with bloody red beads
(and bloodier deeds)

Interpolate, Interpellate,
atmospheres of music
colour the air, clouds
of perception mesh and fold
The rain and dew are golden
together not apart.



Isn't it a pleasure to juxtapose a multiplicity of systems and identify areas of resonance, subtle crossovers, inconsistencies, and core principles? That is the stuff of life for me! I love long conversations that bring many perspectives to the fore; the ideas are allowed to coexist, to congregate, and to inform one another. That is delicious.



All the fractal overlaps and mini-evocations of the 'same' spiritual resonance allows us to hone our intuition into the cosmic echoes and recapitulations. We begin to involve ourselves in mutliple perspectives and shifts in attitude. We yearn to divide and separate. A solo occurence evokes an anomaly and a repeated meme in a subsequent situation, is suddenly a spiritual epiphany. How delighted we our when our choice--our preconceived notions--are THE choice, you're either ON or OFF with this. How perfect is that? With balance and equipoise, we are guided by a will o' the wisp, blinking in and out of sight and possible existence. We rely much on our sight, so we are forced to make our VISIONS HOLY. The cosmos seem to be filled with irony.

We are lacking sufficient relationship models, I concede. We live between taboo and brutal honesty. S&M is far more mental than physical for this reason. We barely describe two-way relationships with any justice or measure, let along three-or-more-person groups. We have to master the individual notes before we can reliably render a chord.



Is music a really a reverse-Rorschach Test? A super-messed-up atmosphere of funk?
So I thunk:
Is there a god?

Yes, my friends. Don't be good, be god! And tell me what you know of the
Music of the Spheres?

There is sunlight above every storm

Eschanihil