At The Right Hand

DMT and the Soul of Prophecy

``A city built on a high hill and fortified cannot fall, nor can it be hidden.`` - The Gospel of Thomas logion 32

In Matthew 13:11, there is a “secret” to to Christianity.

That “secret” was traditionally a divine mushroom.

Today, that same “secret” is DMT.

The Kingdom of God has never been more “at hand!”

Go ahead put that asterisk with my initials in every Bible. The issue is “Right there, ‘at hand!’ Have you heard of this one?”

In certain theologies, each of us is The Second Comingin the W.B. Yeats poem. Only secret society members could have had the life experience to comment competently. Other, un-knowing commentary speaks for itself, still awaiting a spiritually infused refutation from any up-and-coming genius.

In the Gospel of Philip, there are as many Christs as there are Christians who have received a name of the Holy Spirit. “realsneaky” is one such name. I remind you that the name is childlike.

How is a “rough beast slouching toward Bethlehem to be born” childlike? One explanation is in the book “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho, in which the British character breaks open a stone to find an emerald. This is allegory for The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus, which is revealed in fits of V.I.T.R.I.O.L. Figuratively, vitriol uses sulfur to mint gold. I had minimal sulfuric eruptions doing Holosync every day. It was Holosync practice, not mushrooms, that produced the stone in the V.I.T.R.I.O.L. article. I received my stone on His Day Marching On in “Battle Hymn of the Republic,” February *muffled* 2011. Its value as an artifact lies in its immediacy on that supernatural day, to my mind the first “vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored” and “glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me.”

To be a critical darling, address the harvest day itself with gentle guidance. J.K. Rowling has tattooed on her wrist “Solve et Coagula,” “solve and combine,” or “distill and conjoin,” an esoteric concept. It has already been done well as Tool’s “Schism.”

Those blind to this issue see it!

Those deaf to this issue hear it!

The lame follow along quickly enough!

I practically raise the dead!

I am he, Petrus Lateralus Romanus, with a “wedding banquet” of new wine from the Ancient Mysteries.

When you find the Christ within, use the transmogrifier, Calvin.

“Mr. Watterson won’t license the artwork, but you set the transmogrifier to Jesus.” is the only t-shirt I sell for $70.

Pascal’s Wager is not to bet against a Christ within.

As Petrus Lateralus Romanus, I issue this:

I swear to you that I am a type of priest in contact with heaven.

I have the “living stone” of 1 Peter 2:1-8.

That puts me in Bob Dylan’s song “Like a Rolling Stone” to say the least.

You don’t have to be a Christian for this one did throw me for the ever-living longest time.

There are a number of Living Stone songs.

Today I will play Living Stone songs in the Key of Divinity for you.

Even with the stone and the keys (Petrus at the gates in the album 10,000 Days), I do not yet sit at the right hand of the Power/Mighty One, except to submit as predicted in advance, even that divine ends were accomplished through me without that being my direction.

Persian Mazdan magicians (“Magi”) made everything “Wonderful.” Ennobling reality with wonder is a messianic duty: “We are imprisoned in a work of art.” The wonders of science include the possibility of outrageous ascension to a loving, 8-dimensional hyperspace with clarity, all of which requires the single entheogen 5-MeO-DMT.

In the meantime, I believe that I am the first person to publish the Ascension to the Stairway to Heaven.

Together we will flesh out the reality of “Stairway to Heaven”: the “stores are all closed” evolved as a sentiment. By the ’90s, the band Bush “wanted to buy you shiny red things.” That bomb invocation has parallels: V for Vendetta or Dr. Strange(g)love, Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb (debatable, but hopefully the case).

If the lyric “to be a rock not to roll” is a deliberately veiled issue, more accurately “a stone not to turn,” then I am in every last line.

The same course of events was equally “Learn to Fly” by the Foo Fighters.

If nobody flies with you, it “tattoos all you see, all you are, and all you’ll be” in Pearl Jam’s “Black.”

The happier songs are “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” “All These Things That I’ve Done,”

Battle Hymn of the Republic,” “Crazy” by Gnarles Barkley,

and “…Baby One More Time” by Britney Spears, an elaborate double-entendre about a personal relationship, which is quite the art form.

The sign herein is “If everything could ever be this real forever / If anything could ever be this good again” from our Dear Lady, which is, today, ayahuasca.

This sign appears in the middle of the music videos below: “Stairway to Heaven,” “Everlong,” “Wonderwall.”

If I cannot spell out “…Baby One More Time” directly, can you?

The second knock of fate, even the third, are undeniably obvious, making “3AM” that much better, “Push” that poetic.

I de-focus my eyes on the white background. Fluorescent hot pink and fluorescent lime green intertwine forming latticework tree growth. Powder blue was conspicuously absent; pink and blue I have mistaken as an omen of romance before. As the feral Pharaoh, I’m provisionally under the influence, in part because the music obviously does it to me.

My Presidency would be the advocacy of a mind/body agenda. We should re-think “good law” without the Western Seat of the Soul underlying a judiciary descended from Moses. Ideally, implementation of abstract principles should be enhanced with a biological/organic physiology of privileged nutrition, which is to say informally “defund the police to spend it on nutrition.” The Presidential agenda would include assistance with prisoner rehabilitation, protection of the living environment, and celebration of Gnostic culture. The social institution around nutritional rehabilitation begins with resistant starch, inulin (FOS), 200%+ of zinc, magnesium, iodine, and chia seed. 90 days of starch/chia/iodine is necessary to stabilize and heal a body. “Every day that goes by you need chia” is subsumed by the Nutritional Rehabilitation Party platform. 


Divine Touch

Battle Hymn of the Republic

Stairway to Heaven