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The soul’s alchemy.

it is exhausting trying to find correspondences between all these analogous forms of existential understanding, relating the systems to each other as many from philosophers to scientists have tried to find and expose corollaries connecting the various parts of the natural and manufactured world together, and what is most frustrating about my personal process is the finding that i can’t relate the wealth of information to myself even though it does apply in the general sense… alchemy and astrology and even the sciences of speech try to exactly define a certain range of information, even as the studies may try to negate the distracting details that connect one field to another, but the focus comes to involve the wider spectrum of results no matter what the empirical study may show… psychology and alchemy linked as per Carl Jung, and now i am slightly pioneering correlations between color theory and gnostic thinking, horizontal and vertical planes as they relate to physical and intellectual growth… colors and sounds all seem to swirl together as aspects to a greater whole, but is it a grandiose soul at work within us, or merely the eventual coagulation of all information into one authority?… i am not the scientific ‘Merican i might seem to wish to be, but i realize that i have a brain that can analyze and perceive things on a larger scope than the subjective person i am, even as i also come to realize that all those things are the same being Here… how to reveal anything without saying too much, i wonder?… first, there are so many patterns that tracking all of them together is virtually impossible, but maybe this is why we keep advancing over the technological cliffside like cyber lemmings… through to a virtual sociology where there will be equal features between each mind linked to one another somehow, but not necessarily a viral strain creating polyps in the doomed, because that is so much the dire tragedy of today… we are all composed of the same materials, and within the rarefying pressures of time and space, we may find ourselves being utilized by the soul as any other instrument… capable of the great deeds and epic catastrophes of our age, but whose future potential lies unknown and undeveloped until a transition occurs which allows the soul to manifest, those catalysts that liken themselves to incredible power… we are allowed access to this significant awareness of things that only now makes sense to us, this physical core that may at first seem totally disposal, and the abilities to affect a material world irregardless of value or direction… however, soon the soul must realize that these tangential escapades become interpreted as a “game” to a particular sort of “player”, and becomes “won” after enough time of sustained intent… whether that leads to a being bondaged by belief, or guided through wisdom is only apparent after years of time and movement has exhausted all probability, squeezing all the toothpaste out of the tube as it were… only then to realize the last half of peace in forgotten turmoil, where again substance matters nothing in relation to the whole cycle of life, and tension is relief as the understanding of every truth comes to pass…

Thanks, khet.