Crosses, Suns, Roses - Examine symbols you're not supposed to question. hidden truths in plain sight
Follow the sun westward into the glossary to discover the metaphor definitions of; sun, rose, duality, Horace, eternity, Absolute, relative, thought-form, and eye.
The cross creates an intersection. It’s angles build new ‘things’ through interSe£tion.
Come with me, look into the looking glass, the one that helps us see inside ourselves.
Now, can you see that gorgeous rose?
I do.
I know you see it too. Look, look at its vibrancy and breathe its fragrant spell… for the rose is named after a hot, fiery ember that rises from the east, and sets in the west.
This love of a radiant flower is the heat on your skin. It’s a sun that rises and falls, blooms and wilts.
Eros is a rosE, the floral monument to the ‘creation’ part of duality.
Its anagram was never accidental, as your deep mind never questions the symbolism it meant to consolidate. When a rose opens, the sun rises. And when its leaves fall, so does its glowing counterpart set.
Perception of the sun, it’s suggestions, and ‘spells’ lead to a larger thought-form.
In this image, the character ‘X’Tzu’ from ‘11:11 El Luchador Gauntlet’ contemplates the significance that the word ‘rose’ is an anagram, one reflected in the word ‘eros’.
So has been that the tale of life and death of our sun implies a greater, largely unexamined subliminal message that suggests duality can become singularity.
You see, our sun rises on the horizon (as you know, horizon is a word sound borrowed throughout the ages from the Egyptian Horace who rose again, was the rising sun, and was ‘born again’).
The dying sun of a Sun Set was the other side of its duality (Set was Horaces brother who was death).
Next to our roses, or our rosaries if you like, we have the erotic paintings of cyclic completion that occurs on a cross. This shape creates and destroys, in religion, in metaphor, in symbolism. The cross creates by pointing to the seasons of the Winter and Summer Solstice, and well as the Spring and Fall Equinox.
Here you can find the real source of beauty, where both blooming and dying roses are found. If you look past the roses and onto the wooden beams and nails you’ll recognize the Solstice birthdates of special thought-forms that would rather remain unquestioned. You’ll also notice that because the ‘human’ gestation cycle is 9 months, that the conception date of such clever and resourceful individuals are at the Equinoxes. If you’re not blind, you might see clearly what crosses create.
A rose rises like the sun rises.
The word ‘rose’ is a spell that speaks to your subconscious.
This ‘rose’ rises in others minds.
Roses and suns are linked in metaphor and spellcraft - spells in every perceived sense; sight, sound, touch, taste, smell, and more. Using the ‘source’ of ‘sorcery’ is what you do when you open your mouth, drive down the street, share a story, draw a picture, build a business, construct an engine, philosophize, pray, conduct science, pray to dualistic gods, and… cast spells.
The sun rises, just like the son rises, just as a father’s son perpetuates a line of souls into setting horizon eternities.
Our science and religions lead to a hidden form of sun worship. We now have a ‘heliocentric’ sun, the next is a heliocentric universe, the next…. the next… so it is that the ‘nature’ of science and religion is to provide ‘explanations’ that are no-thing more than mirrors of self-reflection.
The ultimate source of beauty is unexpected. Why have we forgotten our Absolute-self? How is it that we have forgotten who the real creator is, how creation occurs, and when our consent was provided?
There is knowledge certain wills would rather you not consider. Who are they? They are the Wills who don’t want your attention to contradict their suspension of disbelief. They want their playground to be ‘eternal’ and ‘forever’. They desire to believe their consensual creation is your creator. And more, that you are a part of their creation, and they… yours.
Examine the once hidden truths that are now in plain sight. The ego relates to the small self ‘i’. The ‘light’ we observe is reflective sensation from ‘ourselves’ and ‘others’. Come home, come to one. We can return to what ‘we once were’. The ‘time’ we perceive and dance to is a symptom of the distinctions we and all our other selves have consented. For all ‘things’ are built of ‘thought’, and thoughts come and go, and time comes and goes, and light comes and goes, and souls and suns and sons are an endless loop pulsating with experience between unlimited mirrors. We can choose to go, or choose to stay… and play.
Consideration and Question for you…
Tell me… whose son had to die so the sun could rise again?
Bring on the light! Uh… yeah.
If I showed you the switch, do you have the nerve to turn it off?
(just to see if you could feel again when the sun stops rising).
It’s true - Jesus needs Lucifer like Horace needs Set.
Oh the stories we create to rationalize our metaphors… and all to forget we’re just in a playground!
Indeed, there was a game created… by ‘others’ and ‘ourselves’. But part of ‘them’ and ‘us’ want us to forget it’s a game, a theatre, a show.
It’s OK to be here as long as we know what and were we are!