It has nothing to do with two brains or the two halves of a single biological organ. The which are both organicaly mechanical and therefore constructed by some sort of awkward and imperfect bad thinking !
No. It's about the true mind, and its shadow friend and ennemy, who accompanies it.
It is there in this biological construct that resides the shadow self, who unawares, would clog awareness, obstructing the life of the loved one living in a deep dark hole !
How else otherwise, could the matricial false mother combine and direct human beings if their corporal material did not issue itself forth from its unfathomable mortal womb ? This dark hole. Certainly, the origin of this dilemna comes into existance because of a kind of mutual misunderstanding, depending on the atomic structure which organizes the numerical substance ! But wherefore the cause of this all ?
Did Lucifer really fall ? Or did he send himself down beneath into the dust of this World, having a purpose ? Could this mortal womb give birth, had he not come ? Is there life without a life making itself known ? But why did he forget the reason for his coming, only to return to the dust which he has put on ?
Surely the memory of all this lingers on somewhere in the back of his mind, instructing him from behind his eyes. The secret immaterial body, she that would be his immortal self made of pure thought and a certain spiritual matter. A divine material belonging to a divine womb of which the origin is itself divine in nature.
And she was made a prisoner to the gods of Death.
Yet she was not of mortal and ignoble Fate.
This is the secret dialogue where beauty like two dragons quibbles, fastening itself to its own wings, where sky and earth embrace, each with the other's mind looking the other way round. Yet two minds in one invisible head. In one circle, bound by one serpent. And the Great Bear turns. The mill in the heart moves the Skies.
Oculatus Abis. You shall go on, seeing clearly !
No longer mystified by all those electromagnetic waves. Leaving the dead plastic earth beneath you, having ressurected a Lion's Heart, stripping away the rust.
How else otherwise, could the matricial false mother combine and direct human beings if their corporal material did not issue itself forth from its unfathomable mortal womb ? This dark hole. Certainly, the origin of this dilemna comes into existance because of a kind of mutual misunderstanding, depending on the atomic structure which organizes the numerical substance ! But wherefore the cause of this all ?
Did Lucifer really fall ? Or did he send himself down beneath into the dust of this World, having a purpose ? Could this mortal womb give birth, had he not come ? Is there life without a life making itself known ? But why did he forget the reason for his coming, only to return to the dust which he has put on ?
Surely the memory of all this lingers on somewhere in the back of his mind, instructing him from behind his eyes. The secret immaterial body, she that would be his immortal self made of pure thought and a certain spiritual matter. A divine material belonging to a divine womb of which the origin is itself divine in nature.
Yet she was not of mortal and ignoble Fate.
This is the secret dialogue where beauty like two dragons quibbles, fastening itself to its own wings, where sky and earth embrace, each with the other's mind looking the other way round. Yet two minds in one invisible head. In one circle, bound by one serpent. And the Great Bear turns. The mill in the heart moves the Skies.
Oculatus Abis. You shall go on, seeing clearly !
No longer mystified by all those electromagnetic waves. Leaving the dead plastic earth beneath you, having ressurected a Lion's Heart, stripping away the rust.
