10/02/2023
The Empyrean realms of Heavenly Fire
The Pleroma of Light, the divine sacred flame that animates the emanations of the Empyrean realm, the domain of the zeroeth dimension, encapturing infinity as if it were a finite ball in the grasp of a hand so mighty, oh yes, the Hyperborea, the realm of the Dragon Gods and Goddesses...where imagination and its manifestation through the solar power of creation are but one. Where Music and Art, Poetry and Science, Philosophy and Mathematics, Motion and Pause, Beginning and End, Alpha and Omega, Darkness, and Light, are all one in an ever fading out, filling in a process of colors you have never imagined before. Each time a different story. Each time a different Painting is being drawn and each one of us is a living heroic pixel, a flame so bright, a chapter so mindblowing, a note on this symphony that plays and never stops. Oh, how glorious it is, even the fears and the anxieties of the future are merely us being filled with color from bleakness to become the Ragnarokian, Wagnerian observers of the divinity within and without ourselves.
A scene, colorless, lifeless, primitive, and dark, carried by the serenade of unconscious whispers and guttural shrieks of be***al armageddon in its satanic, primordial model on the canvas of life, our attempts of growth and understanding, of climbing up the top of the pyramid on the corpses of our enemies who are merely enemies of the unintegrated potential of allies, and thus is painted civilization with the colors of history and the evolution of consciousness in scarlet red, golden yellow and Empyrean purple. And as the painting is shifted from its inverted nature of colorless potential to a colorful actualization, the music evolves into the most divine, orchestral symphony of the divine soul within Humanity, nature, and the celestial spheres. An Epic concert of perfected beings accompanying the Hero's journey encapsulating infinite Heroic journeys of every soul for the greatest and most majestic story ever told, the greatest mystery thriller, the greatest fantasy, and poetry capable of being told only by the sounds of silence where nature's language reveals itself as a bride to her husband the seeker of Truth, of GOD. Slowly what has seemed as a primitive, brutal, through tooth and claw world becomes an Empyrean heaven as the motion picture becomes more and more colorful, lively, whole, and complete. The never-ending story, the never-ending symphony, the never-ending riddle, the never-ending journey, the never-ending mystery.
- Magus Draconis
