Radness

The Philosopher’s Stone is not just a spiritual metaphor but an actual substance that can transmute lead or mercury into gold. The Stone is a product of Alchemy. Unlike chemistry, which only deals with physical matter and energy, Alchemy makes use of etheric and astral energies to reconfigure matter at the quantum level. Alchemy is to chemistry what a cube is to the square; it is a superset of chemistry and is capable of so much more.

How Etheric Energy Overrides Physical Laws

Alchemical achievements require successfully gathering, concentrating, and multiplying etheric energy. When this energy reaches a critical threshold, it overpowers the normal laws of physics and allows seemingly miraculous processes to take place. I believe it does this by biasing probability. By amplifying the probability of minor quantum effects, which are normally limited to the subatomic scale, they manifest on the larger atomic scale. In this way, one element spontaneously transforms into another.

The world around us is made of subatomic particles that regularly undergo unpredictable jumps, teleportation, bilocation, superposition, and other strange quantum behaviors. Why don’t everyday solid objects do likewise? Because the random quantum jittering of their subatomic particles collectively average out to zero. Think of a large crowd of people; seen from the air, the crowd as a whole is stationary, even though individuals within the crowd move in seemingly random directions. It’s because their movements are random and uncoordinated that they average to zero net movement on the whole.

The world we see around us is merely a crowd of subatomic particles whose individual quantum jumps aren’t apparent because they average to collective stillness. Physical laws that govern our everyday world, known as the deterministic laws of classical physics, are merely the laws of the crowd. These laws are what’s left of quantum physics after the unpredictability is removed through statistical averaging. They are not absolute laws; they are just the most probable manner in which matter and energy behave.

Physical laws can be bent. While the probability is incredibly low that enough coordination and coherence develops among the quantum jitters to manifest on a collective scale, that is exactly what etheric energy does. It alters probability and thereby skews the laws of thermodynamics, gravity, electromagnetism, and chemistry.

Alchemy does not violate the laws of physics, nor does it always follow them, rather it bends them as needed. It operates upon the quantum foundation from which these laws arise in the first place, via etheric energy affecting the probability of quantum events.

And one day, I finally had enough of it.

On that day my soul grew psyche
biasing and biasing with my shapelessness-
when I was subjected to mankind’s condemnation.
Ah, distinctly I was desiring,
a new look, a new touch
a new feel of joy.

So, I screamed.
I ran
and I shut myself in.


Yet, when I was left alone;
rather when I isolated myself,
I realized, I’m fine
My curves - fine
My brown hair - fine
My miniature eyes - fine
I learned to accept myself.


And then, when people began opposing me,
Questioning my aspects,
I had enough,
I wasn’t going back again.


I began to love myself,
My body is not just fine,
I’m beautiful,
I ‘ve a creative mind,
and a blissful soul.
My imperfections
make me perfect.


Only I can be me.
No one else can replicate
the contemplated
complications I represent.
I'm one in seven billion.
And I'm both proud
and humble about it.


I’m blessed with things
Others don’t have.
Why should I reject my own gifts?
I  love myself.

Yet

I  may not be
“beautiful” to many who define
“beauty” in the lines
of outer beauty of the physique
and masculine embodiments
established by a societal norms
of antiquity.

But let me tell you….
I’m BEAUTIFUL.
And so are you.

Love yourself,
cause you are
unique,
special
and indeed-
ONE OF A KIND.

7 billion lively spirits
7 billion stories in the iris
7 billion is the population of humans in this world
But not 7 billion got humanity to hurl

World parted into two
Parted into two human zoos
Where the brain exists but isn't sensitive
Where biasing people on debris stuff is intuitive

World parted on bottom of the wealth
Privilege to one, poverty to others in stealth
Widening ineffectual separation
Filth full games of oppression

World parted on bottom of skin color and religion
Since when color became dominating and moral teaching became about ill-treating
Since when love chose the place where you're from
And not the story imprinted on your palm

Parting in two segments of goods and bads on both side
Cities will have the "Posh" area and the other ugly side
The probability to find your soulmate might go one by two
As he or she will be on the side of the city divided by you

Or weight, leanings, trends and biasing facts,
the grid tightens. Pressure applied to the plane we exist in.
Abrupt sifting,
such as separates accreted storied threads,
think of it as seething silk
soaking away the sticky boon,
analagous to flaxen boon, in role,

then we comb, and then we load the spindle.
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To me it seems, as I have already said,
that a legitimate hypothesis must
'colligate the facts,'
that it must do so more successfully than any counter hypothesis,
and that it must,
for every link in its chain,
have evidence which will stand the tests of criticism.

Andrew Lang. Magic and Religion (Kindle Locations 210-212).
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co-gnosis goes with co-ligaton, tying what stretches to now,
and dries, legitimate, readable as knowing,
as in the song.
The snot is caked against my pants,
- Love, Forever Changes
that story never ended, though we told it all so well,
it never really happened,
the way it seems on the playbacks, the time we passed through,
paying focus to a certain point

a re-as-sure-as-any happen stance, a rain dance, bring it on.

We all join in, joy the price, praise and appraisal-

aim and choose, no win or lose, near miss is like us all,
pop one balloon in your whole truth life,
your good, liker than many, yours alone, then ours, but
pop 'em all, like as not, nobody saw.

Likest cognosis we can colligate, we all fall down and die,
once in the entire long while,
we read the writing on the wall, we think who built the balances.

I know it hurts!

But the terminus
Is where your skin stops and the air starts
Someone else's air
That they've been breathing in
The air that we abuse.

The skin that we feel
Soft and pigmented
Fragile and squishy
Strong and meaningful
Riddled with nerve endings

I know it hurts!

But
It's where your decision stops
And God's incision starts
What you reap from that hallowed place
Where your head rocks,

It could be surgery,
Or... maybe not.

I know it hurts
Because I know it to hurt
When I enjoy a thing
The thing we were
Together strung
You're never wrong
Sometimes it hurts
I know it hurts.

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You can't have a definition without very sharp edges
Think about what that means
When you reach the edge of our definition
The one we are upholding together right now
It will be a sharp edge

It's beautiful now, but it seems very harsh later.

I see the edges of shapes, and therefore,
I see what death has gotten life

You don't have to attribute the bounty of life to suffering and death

You could attribute it to another point of suffering

You don't even have to consider that there is a bounty of life
Or even that there is suffering
Or that there is life
Or that there is death

These semantic packets are all biasing
I guess just think for yourself
I feel like I'm misleading you
Now I feel so tiny and embarrassed xD