Showing posts with label Sophia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sophia. Show all posts
Thursday, November 21, 2024
John Lash: Archons, Sophia and Gnosticism (reprise)
John Lash explores the "high strangeness" of the Gnostic materials, the strangest factor of all is certainly the presence of the Archons. Here we confront an enigma of cosmic proportions. Where do we situate these weird entities in the evolutionary plot of the Gaia Mythos? Are they to be regarded as real entities, a species in their own right, albeit a non-terrestrial one? What is their relation to Gaia, the intelligence of the biosphere? And how do the Archons in turn relate to humanity?
[First posted 22 November 2016]
Thursday, January 21, 2021
LOVE LETTERS LEFT UNWRITTEN
E: so pure & angelic,
WW2 silver screen vision of sensuous fragility,
That shy nervous butterfly glance,
Eyes that smile with a frightened kindness,
Looking in. Egyptian beauty -
Or Jewish doppelgänger of Adrienne,
Long-lost lover-to-be,
Still an enigma! But always?
(I almost hope so).
K: leprechaun lady,
A whole enchanted forest of mischievous charms.
Heady nymph, Grecian in a way,
Penetrating intelligence, ready to explode
In wonder. A happy laugh,
Columbine to the perfect Pierrot,
So much happiness waiting just to burst forth
In wanton affirmation. Yet such abiding pain,
You need God’s strength to win through.
L: a flower ready to bloom like peacocks at dawn,
A flower growing out of squalor,
Into possible splendor,
Or back into squalor’s powerful pull.
Lunar, therefore receptive,
But with a head hardened to fight.
Loving & living on the threshold of sanity,
In a nightmare, in a dream,
Or a dream within a nightmare
Of routine which she accepts as normalcy.
Mother Goddess, succubus of my life,
My weakness & strength,
Anchor & manacle.
M: slowly ripening fruit of secret knowledge &
Primal ecstasies. Jewel case buried
Under the ages of custom & unquestioning
Obedience to the dictates of society.
Angel-to-be, that I see
In the gentle softness & forgiving kindness
Of your heart’s loving whisper.
All you need is the freedom to be free,
To recapture the wild spirit
Of beauty that grazes forlornly
In forgotten pastures of
A glorious future.
B: earth goddess, amazon siren
Of my odyssey, creature of comfort
And supreme indulgence.
Fearless in a way, frightened too,
Of what you’ll discover if you dig any deeper
Into your own nature.
Adventuress of our time & age,
Woman in khaki & celestial leather,
With Indian bells instead of bullwhips,
A wondrously big heart just like mine!
And that’s why I love you.
Mo: my reflection, Psyche in the mirror
Of my mind’s lake. Doe-like,
Sprite-winged, wind through afternoon trees,
Dew at dawn, vanishing shyly,
Singing in the faraway silences of reality woods.
I visit you in the solitude of days gone mad,
In the magic of evenings when fireflies play,
Unafraid of bats or darkness approaching.
I awake to your luminescence at night
In childhood’s privacy,
Gazing wide-eyed at your innocence &
Unearthly sensuality.
J: sweet sister of my heart &
Always-possible lover in my head!
Someone I know so well,
Through a famous novel or two,
Written by me. Yet yesterday’s
Lovenotes linger & cluster
Like young folks in a barndance,
Newly-born stars in a night sky,
Forming a neverending symphony
Of kind thoughts & warm feelings &
Eternal hope.
Lil: perhaps my twin star,
Perhaps my other self,
Perhaps only a phantasm
Born in the bedlam of ancient feelings.
I know you, I know you not,
It doesn’t matter,
I believe in magic,
When all else fails. This much
I’m sure of, you actually sweat –
Though, oh! so sweetly...
You must be real in some universe
Somewhere I can call my own.
?: who makes my heartstrings go
Plonk plink in the still of my soul’s long night,
Who tickles my earlobes when I’m asleep
With her warm & fragrant breath,
Just like a breeze across the midnight dunes,
Reminding me of oases & dazzling nightskies?
She gueststars in my private comicstrip cosmos,
With always a new hairdo &
Outfits that outline her sheer outrageous
Magnificence to pulsating painful perfection...
She comes upon me when I’m exhausted!
She actually knows the truth, She!
My aeroplane head woman,
Thanks to Pete Brown, a true poet &
Personal friend of the Far-Out
Queen of Outer Space.
28 March 1977
Monday, November 6, 2017
Terence McKenna - Gnosticism & the Early Christian Tradition (Lecture)
Published 14 May 2017 by Fractal Youniverse
"The Logos is a voice heard, in the head. And the Logos was the hand on the rudder of human civilization for centuries, up until, in fact, the collapse of the ancient mystery religions and the ascendancy of Christianity to the status of a world religion." - Terence McKenna
This lecture is composed of three different audio segments where Terence is talking about Gnosticism. I am not sure where the first two come from but the last segment is the ending of Alchemy, Magic, and the Hermetic Tradition. Enjoy!
Painting: "The School of Athens" by Raphael
Friday, November 11, 2016
Unravel the biggest mystery of all time... with John Lamb Lash!
The True Lucifer is Gaia Sophia
Uploaded 9 October 2016
He is a leading exponent of the power of myth to direct individual experience and drive historical events over the long term. An expert on sidereal mythology, naked-eye astronomy, precession, and the World Ages, he also teaches the critique of belief-systems.
On metahistory.org, he presents a radical revision of Gnosticism, with original commentaries on the Nag Hammadi codices. He also presents the only complete restoration by any scholar of the Sophianic myth of the Pagan Mysteries, the sacred story of Gaia-Sophia, recounting the origin of the earth and the human species from the galactic core.
[Brought to my attention by Arjuna Bandlow]
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