the timboucher experience

Set In No Particular Time Or Place

Orpheus only loses Eurydice to Hell because he hath not faith in God.

I am wearing black for the next three days. Last night something happened. Something happens again on the 7th. And then it should be either complete by the 13th or at least in full swing enough that it by then can’t be stopped. If you’re holding hands while you pass through the Gates of the Dead, then you’ll be reunited with that soul group on the other side:

There are two gates of Sleep: one of which is said to be of horn, through which an easy passage is given to true shades, the other gleams with the whiteness of polished ivory, but through it the Gods of the Dead send false dreams to the world above.

I have a bunch of Yes albums coming down the pipe. Awesome. I couldn’t believe last night while at the Gasworks fireworks (?) that people were actually saying “Whoa!” so much. And actual exclamations of delight. You almost never hear that anymore, it seems. I think I saw an angel in the sky though, so I get it. Even if I wasn’t saying it, my heart was.

The Statue of Liberty fell down in front of us: three fat girls tumbling on top of one another. One flipped fully upside down and landed on the other’s head and they just continued laughing because that’s how free they were last night. The mighty Wamu head of Moloch watched out over Lake Union, its body a writhing mass of bubbling flesh. This is your god a helicopter kept screaming. We passed by the standards and guardians of Imperial Rome. The whole world is indoors. The whole world is an airport. Where are you flying to tonight?

Morpheus is spoken of in the Metamorphoses of Ovid. He sleeps on an ebony bed in a dimly lit cave, surrounded by poppy flowers. Ovid suggests that Morpheus has a special talent for mimicking human form in dreams. According to Ovid, Morpheus concentrated on the human elements of dreams, his brothers Phobetor and Phantasos being responsible for animals and inanimate objects, respectively.

Now that we’re in Hell, what do we do? I already ate the food. At least it was fish though. It wasn’t very good. I think this is a different type of challenge though. It’s more of a waiting game. It’s more about purity of the heart, chastity even in a classical sense. Peeling from my wrist now are dried rose petals in the accidental shape of my skin where it was cut. It feels like having a bracelet of thorns. Later it will just feel like flowers, I can tell.

Two people have said it reminds them of a tomato. Which I could see if you sliced it right.

Matthew 5:8: Blessed are the pure in heart (καθαροι τη καρδία): for they shall see God.

Psalm 50:12: Create in me a clean heart (lēb tahôr, καρδίαν καθαραν), O God; and renew a right spirit within me.

This is good too:

For the soul has found for the first time a companion whose sympathy is perfect and whose Presence is continuous. It is not, necessarily, that the soul consciously attends every instant to this new intimate, so much as that she is never wholly unconscious of him. As she goes about her ordinary business, paying to each detail of it as much attention as ever, the fact that He is present within her is never entirely forgotten: He is there as is the sunlight or the air, illuminating, freshening and inspiring all that she experiences. From time to time she turns to Him with a word or two; at times He speaks gently to her. She views all that she sees from His standpoint, or rather from her standpoint in Him; lovely things are more lovely because of His loveliness; painful things are less distressing because of His consolation. Nothing is indifferent, because He is present. Even when she sleeps, her heart wakes to him.

Yet this is only the initial stage of the process; and it is sweet largely because it is new. Certainly she has experienced a tremendous fact, yet so far she has but just entered upon it. There outstretches before her a road that ends only in the Beatific Vision; but there are countless stages to be passed before that end is attained.

For the Friendship, as so formed, is not an end in itself. Christ’s desire is indeed to consummate it as soon as may be; yet it cannot be consummated by His mere desire. The soul herself must be educated, must be purified and cleansed so perfectly as to be united with Him by nothing except His grace. She must be first purged and then illuminated, first stripped of herself and then adorned with His favours, before she is fit for her final union. These two stages are named by spiritual writers, the Way of Purgation and the Way of Illumination, respectively: and our subject now is the Way of Purgation.

Our subject now is the Way of Purgation. Our subject now is being stripped away of all impurities to which you cling and call by your own name falsely. This is the power of the Deceivers: to get you to apply your own name to them and thereby make it so.

I release you now from the powers of death and of illusion. The first of Three Gates have been passed through. Three sets of three. Nine pyramids of nine. Mermaids on the mesa. Yes, we have heaven. Fisher Speaker System.

Someone forwarded me a spam email that said: “his [he's] back. job is done.”

Let Truth make it so.
Let Love make it grow.
By Joy make it known.

Break this down for a second:

SPHINX = PHOENIX = SOPHIA = SEPHIROTH = SERAPHIM = PHAROAH = PROPHET = THOTH = THOUGHT

EPHATHA is used by Jesus in the New Testament. It is Aramaic for “Be Opened!” Also spelled variously as EPHPHATHA, from the root power words seed syllables thinware gossamer seedpetal query command consciousness atolls “PH” and “TH” which together bespeak of the generative powers of the mysteries of manifestation: EPHPHATHA BE OPENED.

31 And again, departing from the coasts of Tyre and Sidon, he came unto the sea of Galilee, through the midst of the coasts of Decapolis.

32 And they bring unto him one that was deaf, and had an impediment in his speech; and they beseech him to put his hand upon him.

33 And he took him aside from the multitude, and put his fingers into his ears, and he spit, and touched his tongue;

34 And looking up to heaven, he sighed, and saith unto him, Ephphatha, that is, Be opened.

35 And straightway his ears were opened, and the string of his tongue was loosed, and he spake plain.

The bonds you wear are those wounds you chose to bear in order to keep near the fear of your purified glorified self. The wounds you carry in this life will be abilities within the next.

I want you to try an experiment with the weirding way. Try to fax yourself across the room. Not yourself, but the seed generative desire which flows out of the truth of yourself.

Then after that, try to PHTHAX instead of just a regular “fax.” And try the PHTHRUTH instead of just the “truth.”

Also try to photocopy the right side of your body over onto the top of the left side of your body and then vice versa. Make it all symmetrical.

PHTHA is the key to the gate. It is the seed sound the Chi Rho is meant to indicate. NATRAJ sets the gate spinning (let’s dance this into existence). Natraj = birth/gifts of or given to the king, the performance that is put on for his benefit alone. The Truman Show. The PHTHRUMAN PHTHSHOW.

Check out PTAH in Egypt:

It was said (in the Shabaka Stone) that it was Ptah who called the world into being, having dreamt creation in his heart, and speaking it, his name meaning opener, in the sense of opener of the mouth. Indeed the opening of the mouth ceremony, performed by priests at funerals to release souls from their corpses, was said to have been created by Ptah. Atum was said to have been created by Ptah to rule over the creation, sitting upon the primordial mound…

Since Ptah was the primordial mound, and had called creation into being, he was considered the god of craftsmen, and in particular stone-based crafts [+the stone the builders rejected]. Eventually, due to the connection of these things to tombs, and that at Thebes, the craftsmen regarded him so highly as to say that he controlled their destiny [or that they controlled destiny through the use of his command-line stargate interface]. Consequently, first amongst the craftsmen, then the population as a whole, Ptah also became a god of reincarnation.

Reincarnation is performed by car-making robots in GM plants in the Great State of Michigan. I saw signs of them in the DTW airport. To be re-incarnated is to take on more carma. Carma is the wheel of the law. Round and round she goes.

PHTH is the great opener. By inserting different teeth syllables vowowels and breath sounds into before and after the two seed components is to open different command component packets into our reality. The “Our Father” is the HORUS PTAH linux command line query string for opening your hearts intentions into the Creation Gate of the Pharoahnic Prophetic Creation Gate. The Seraphthim. Raphthael. God has healed. God has opened. God has named. What will God name? What will you bring into existence? Where will you fly to today? The whole world is one giant airport, the Roman Empire who took to the skies on the backs of its eagle standards.

Papa Legba,
Come and open the gate
Papa Legba,
To the city of camps
Now, we’re your children
Come and ride your horse.

Someone told me yesterday: every happy ending needs to have a start. I will not become angry with you for falling into the water, mermaidmarianmagdarwen. Isn’t this starting to feel like a reunion episode before the series is cancelled and spun off into countless spin-offs? Your days are numbered and the writing is on the wall. “Relax Thanks” is a good clown name. Mother of God, Child of Music, I invoke thee. Broad River, Beautiful Land, I invoke thee. Bless us in these our final days of purgation. Pour out on us your water of eternal life.

PHTHOTH PHTHOUGHT - King of (Wishful) Thingking

One final quote, and may this be the one which opens our way to the next world and the next life: “That’s the thing about lions: they always come out lambs and a lamb is nothing without an altar.” The altar of course is the table upon which you make a sacrifice before God in thanksgiving to feed your friends and loved ones. The Last Supper is the First Supper.

EPHPHATHA (Make Ready the Way of the Lord | Throw Down The Gates | Open Sesame Street):
Let Truth Make It So.
Let Love Make It Grow.
By Joy Shall It Be Known.
/Amen.

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