#the great work

[homebrewstims]

Alchemy stimboard (based on real-life historical alchemy)

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[eyeoftheheart]

“I can tell you this much: you are aware that in the official science of today the role of the observer becomes more and more important. Relativity, the principle of indeterminacy, show the extent to which the observer today intervenes in all these phenomena. The secret of alchemy is: there is a way of manipulating matter and energy so as to produce what modern scientists call ‘a field of force’. This field acts on the observer and puts him in a privileged position vis-a-vis the Universe. From this position he has access to the realities which are ordinarily hidden from us by time and space, matter and energy. This is what we call “The Great Work’.”

“But what about the philosopher’s stone? The fabrication of gold?”

“These are only applications, particular cases. The essential thing is not the transmutation of metals, but that of the experimenter himself. It’s an ancient secret that a few men rediscover once in a century.””

― The People of the Secret by Ernest Scott

(Artwork + Gandalf in the Library of Gondor)

[mccdreamys-writes]

alex blake in 8x13

- alex blake gifs | criminal minds 8x13 - the great work

[almostlookedhuman]

[arbiterofthedead]

Shadows. Decay. The Deceased. The Living.

All serve a grand cycle.

[sororalice]

Sun Becoming

Mystical poem finished 7-28-24. With all due honor to Maynard Keenan for the title.

1. Lust

For I am a lover,

Tossed and turned,

From one broken heart,

To the next

Grand ambitions,

Wed to grander passions,

Walking the world,

In seven-league boots

A thread of a life,

Spun wide and twisting,

But still found loving,

And loved in turn

2. Prince Of Wands

For I am a penitent,

In sackcloth and ashes,

Molten in my passions,

Legs bruised by prostrations

Abandoned by sunlight,

And nursed upon regret,

Because nothing else,

Will stay down

Wounded and wincing,

Grown thin from fasting,

Half-hidden by hair,

Aching always and small

3. Five of Wands

For I am a warrior,

My blazing sword,

Inscribed with sigils,

Of a better world

Searching the Playground,

Stalking the sides,

Of empty roads,

With thumb outstretched

I watch the sky,

Spinning and tumbling,

And stars show me,

The patterns of being

4. The Fool

For I am a dreamer,

Looking through stained glass,

At a world made,

Suddenly, madly, large

Singing and screeching,

Hawks and bats dancing,

In flight across a land,

Now stretched green and violet

I laugh and play,

At the feet of The Dutiful,

The Old Man who,

Taught me the Mysteries

5. The Devil

For I am a monster,

Bloody-mouthed and grinning,

Beneath eyes grown,

Colorless and stale

A violent breed,

From a savage country,

Far from any hope,

Of help or reason

A bullet for any gun,

That will offer a smile,

And moments,

In from the cold

6. The Lovers

For I am a wife,

A partner in joy,

And true yokefellow,

Freely bound

Loss and pain,

Almost more than,

I could ever stand,

With you beside me

The very best,

I can ever begin,

To aspire to be,

Is yours

7. The Hermit

For I am a Mistress,

Shoved into the Temple,

Across that ancient gulf,

Against my will

Forced to creep,

The Mushroom Forest,

Sword at ready,

For the dispersion ahead

Only to find friends,

In the maelstrom,

And sweet rest,

In the Desert

8. The Magus

For I am a stranger,

Wandering an alien land,

Hand held out,

To the whole world

Begging on the corner,

And making do,

Chanting holy songs,

For the listening Lion

Held tightly,

Behind the screen,

And dancing alone,

For the sake of shadows

9. The Empress

For I am a priestess,

Welding together,

Sacraments and love,

From twine and old toys

Lamp burnt low,

And incense in the air,

Water dripping down,

The lip of the chalice

Forgotten dreams,

Of the Nameless City,

Where I hear You always,

Whispering my name

10. The Hierophant

For I am an angel divided,

Being and Nothingness,

Bound joyfully,

At the soles of my feet

Seeing through,

A mirror darkly,

Eating the worm,

And saving the apple

Led to stretch out,

Across eternity,

To reach out carefully,

And hold my own hands

Art: Unknown Artist, “Alchemical Image Of The Green Lion Eating the Sun”, (unknown date)

[curly4830]

who wants to join my girls night out(completing the great work)

[lovesinistra]

[saganssorcery]

🎨Artist: Noha Tosson 🔥🖌️

[homebrewstims]

Magnum Opus: Nigredo (part #2 of real-life alchemy series)

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[eyeoftheheart]

“The alchemical operations were real, only this reality was not physical but psychological. Alchemy represents the projection of a drama both cosmic and spiritual in laboratory terms. The opus magnum had two aims: the rescue of the human soul, and the salvation of the cosmos.”

― Carl Jung

[ Artist • Jakob Böhme ]

[clover-cat-commissions]

UPDATE WITH PROGRESS PICS! It’s been awhile, i started a new job and have been working on starting my own painting biz, setting up as a commission artist isn’t easy! But i started a new army, Scythes of the Emperor! An all primaris chapter after their firstborn perished at the hands of Tyranids

[sspacegodd]

Remember this: WHATEVER you come across in your inner journey, YOU ARE NOT IT.

You are the one who is WITNESSING it. It may be nothingness, it may be blissfulness, it may be silence, but always remember that however beautiful and however enchanting an experience you come across, YOU ARE NOT IT. You are the one who is EXPERIENCING it.

If you go on and on and on, you'll find that the ultimate peak in the journey is the point when there is NO EXPERIENCING LEFT – neither silence, nor blissfulness, nor nothingness. No object; just witnessing. The mirror is empty; it is finally not reflecting anything.

That's you.

[1introvertedsage]

[sinjones]

[sororalice]

An Ornamental Hermit

Mystical poem written 4-12-24.

1.

Once I was,

A Woman of Earth,

Walking to and fro,

Across the face of the land

I wrestled with the spinning disc,

Danced with the bridging blade,

Was washed away by the flowing chalice,

And transformed by the burning wand

2.

Then in aspiration I reached up, up, up,

And bent down, down, down,

Until a divided angel, supple and sound,

Appeared to me

My companion, my friend,

My counselor and comforter,

When 4am knows all my secrets,

He is there to share them

3.

Led to learning by the Wise One,

I worked and wrote,

And taught and wrought,

The theory and practice of reason

I found those few,

Who spoke to my mind,

Who inspired my heart,

Who bade me be free

4.

Storm clouds grew,

As a path appeared,

Through a vast fungal forest,

In the hungering dark between ideal and actual

At its far edge,

A sandy relic,

With a pillar at its point,

Upon which rests my grave

5.

Now I wander the estate,

Stricken and hollow,

Wandering at the edges,

Of other people’s lives

An ornamental hermit,

Scribbling and muttering,

Answers to questions,

That no one asked

Art: Gerrit Dou, “The Hermit”, 1670