After the first coniunctio with the Veiled Isis (this is the taking of the forbidden fruit), our protagonist is captured by the Empire and forced to confront himself (expulsion from Paradise--ignorance is bliss).
The Garden State
And the archons took him and placed him in paradise. And they said to him, 'Eat, that is at leisure,' for their luxury is bitter and their beauty is depraved. And their luxury is deception and their trees are godlessness and their fruit is deadly poison and their promise is death. And the tree of their life they had placed in the midst of paradise. (The Apocryphon of John)
He said to her, "Do not be afraid. In death you shall not die. For he knows that when you eat from it, your intellect will become sober and you will come to be like gods, recognizing the difference that obtains between evil men and good ones. Indeed, it was in jealousy that he said this to you, so that you would not eat from it."
Now Eve had confidence in the words of the instructor. She gazed at the tree and saw that it was beautiful and appetizing, and liked it; she took some of its fruit and ate it; and she gave some also to her husband, and he too ate it. Then their intellect became open. For when they had eaten, the light of knowledge had shone upon them. When they clothed themselves with shame, they knew that they were naked of knowledge. (On the Origin of the World)
The Great Beast (Master Therion), a.k.a. V.V.V.V.V (Vi Veri Vniversum Vivus Vici -- "While still living, I have conquered the universe by dint of truth.") and Perdurabo ("I Will endure unto the end.")
"Fourth image: Capturing the bull The farmer has caught the animal but it is still stubborn and does not follow him. He has finally caught it but it is obstinate and uncontrolled. Its energy and decision are relentless, at times it runs toward the hills, at other times it stays unmovable in deep impenetrable valleys. It symbolizes our struggle with our basic nature, something that can last a whole lifetime. At this stage a person must analyse if he is advancing and attaining a clearer understanding or he is simply stuck and protecting himself behind certain doctrines..."
"The golden scales in the woman's left hand are a subtle hint that solar energy, or light, for which the ancient symbol is gold, may be used as an instrument whereby to weigh and measure action. This fact was well know to occultists in the day the Tarot was invented, and modern science confirms this by making the speed of light, and also its mass, the basis for calculations which demonstrate the electrical nature of all so-called "matter." These same calculations have led to the discovery of atomic fission, which will undoubtedly bring about the revolution of chemical and physical science predicted in 1859 by Eliphas Levi. This discovery will also give the whole human race new standards of action, and will make possible in the affairs of men a closer approximation to ideal justice." ~ Paul Foster Case, the Tarot
Einstein hits 88mph: Colliding hardons to re-create the universe. (King Kill, Union of Heaven and Earth, and Alchemical Wedding in sidebar.)
Once I was bold enough to ask, "What really happened to your mother? Is she a quitter?" "Oh no," Libra replied. "When people stopped listening to her words, she demonstrated her message: she dissolved into the center of the scales! It was a profound meditation for those who could see it… and very brave."~New Moon
The show Arrested Development tells us everything we need to know about the hidden forces controlling the universe. GOB (George O. Bluth Jr., a clear glyph of George W. Bush, the great Joker-Magician) and George-Michael (the Pure Fool) raise Osiris-Saddam (George Sr.) from the depths of the earth.
GOB/GWB, the hierophant of the 9/11 initiatory rite, similarly opens the Tomb of Osiris in the first episode. George Sr. [the Hidden Father] is later found hiding in the same tomb.
George W.'s daddy issues: the Fool goes to Baghdad to Bag Dad.
But the Fool, it is discovered, is Dad (George Jr. is George Sr.), thus he becomes Iraq Insane Osama.
Having come to understand the cruel and horrible reality at the center of things, and that he had created the Shadow by loading it down with his own faults (the Sin Laden Obama), he is able to perform the coup de grâce and kill the Bad Dad (Abbotabad).
(The Inside Gob: "These things never go off when you want them to.")
Emblem XXVIII. The King is sitting in a Vaporous Bath, and is freed from the Black Gall by the Physitian Pharut.
Gob needs to spice up his magic act, so he acquires a jive-talking black puppet named Franklin Delano Bluth--making it a black puppet president. Premonition?
The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the goddesses said in wonder. "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"
The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."
"What a lovely story," the alchemist thought.
~The Alchemist Paulo Coelho
. . .
So he who hath the whole authority o’er [all] the mortals in the cosmos and o’er its lives irrational, bent his face downwards through the Harmony, breaking right through its strength, and showed to downward Nature God’s fair Form.
And when she saw that Form of beauty which can never satiate, and him who [now] possessed within himself each single energy of [all seven] Rulers as well as God’s [own] Form, she smiled with love; for ’twas as though she’d seen the image of Man’s fairest form upon her Water, his shadow on her Earth.
He in his turn beholding the form like to himself, existing in her, in her Water, loved it and willed to live in it; and with the will came act, and [so] he vivified the form devoid of reason.
And Nature took the object of her love and wound herself completely round him, and they were intermingled, for they were lovers. (Poemandres)
I'll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take it easy. I mean that's all I told D.B. about, and he's my brother and all. He's in Hollywood. That isn't too far from this crumby place, and he comes over and visits me practically every week end. He's going to drive me home when I go home next month maybe. He just got a Jaguar. One of those lithe English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour. It cost him damn near four thousand bucks. He's got a lot of dough, now. He didn't use to. He used to be just a regular writer, when he was home. He wrote this terrific book of short stories, The Secret Goldfish, in case you never heard of him. The best one in it was "The Secret Goldfish." It was about this little kid that wouldn't let anybody look at his goldfish because he'd bought it with his own money. It killed me. (The Catcher in the Rye)
... Now, in spite of the snow-dazzle, he thought he could see something there. Something moving. A hand. The waving hand of some desperately unhappy child, waving hand, pleading hand, drowning hand.
(Save me O please save me. If you can't save me at least come play with me... forever, and forever, and forever.) (The Shining, chapter 34, page 197)
"Reflecting Absence"
"Sleeping lies the murdered lass, vainly cries the child of glass. When the two shall be as one, the spirit's journey will be done."
Another Tom riddle
Ham. Where wilt thou lead me? speak; Ile go no further.
Gho. Marke me.
Ham. I will.
Gho. My hower is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames
Must render vp my selfe.
("Yer a wizard, Danny")
Ham. Alas poore Ghost.
Gho. Pitty me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall vnfold.
Ham. Speake, I am bound to heare.
Gho. So art thou to reuenge, when thou shalt heare.
