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The greater light rose up and came down bringing forth the knowing that another day was awaiting
The Night was gone, it existed no more and with its passing the Alchemist found himself
He was back in his humble home inside the catatonic body still wrapped in its slumber
Memory of the night had been left behind as the first beginning lights of the breaking dawn flowed through the open window From the loft, the Alchemist found his way down the ladder to the main room below awaiting
Spring dancing its awakening songs could be perceived in the scents and sounds of the early misty greyish gold hues of dawn
With a single sweeping glance the Alchemist assured himself that all was well and proper in the lab just as it had been those few hours before
All well and proper just as it had looked so many times before in all the decades of his pursuit's laborous endeavors and trials
The furnace had cooled back down to its black from the fiery glow yet the room still held the heat the fires had bequeathed to the rooms
The Alchemist paused at the foot of the ladder once standing upright to stretch forth his hands as he had countless times before
To the Universe he gave Praise and all Honor and Glory for bringing him back to its Beauty in thankfulness for his life
Drawing his hands together in bowing he gave Praise and all Honor and Glory to God for returning his Spirit to his Body
Rising erect he faced to the furnace itself and gave Blessings and Thanks for its humble faithful service
Exactly as he had done countless times before through the years of the decades he again went to the furnace
He already knew that in some Far Distant Future someday someone declared wise would be famous for saying
The definition of Insanity would be to Do The Same Thing over and over and over and Expect Different Results
And Religion and science and reason and wisdom of many of that day would insist that such was thus
Yet the Alchemist cared not one whit for that view for each and every time in all the countless times in all the countless befores
Just like this time as the Alchemist approached the furnace all the times of the past existed not in his zeal for the quest
The Alchemist worked the tools of his trade
With a great hook he opened the furnace and with a great rod he pushed aside the still glowing coals
With strong sturdy tongs he grasped the crucible and brought it to the altar with the greatest of care
The Chalice awaited there like a thousand times before to receive that which had been prepared
A thousand times and more the metal had been poured
A thousand times and more the metal had been left to cool
A thousand times and more the cooled metal had been recrushed
A thousand times and more he had been inspired to add this or a bit of that
A thousand times and more he had built the blazing fire
A thousand times and more he had placed the preparation in the furnace
And gone to the thousands and more dreams as the metal became fluid
Once more
chanting mindfully
praise to the All Mighty
Of which he had grown all these years to love greatly
The Alchemist poured the metal from the crucible to the chalice
Once more
chanting mindfully
praise to the All Mighty
Of which he had grown all these years to love greatly
The Alchemist took the cast ladle and drew aside the slag
The Alchemist paused
In the stillness of Awe
The metal!
Unlike the thousand and more times before
The metal was Crystal Clear
like the finest perfect gem that could be seen through
and seen within was an iridescent sparkling of an electric blue dancing
The Alchemist drew closer with heart beating in joy
Deep in the chalice the lights softly sparkled and glowed
thru changing hues the light rose to the surface to greet the Alchemist
The light broke through the surface to dance hovering in the air
to The Alchemist no thing in the world could ever matter again
as this wonderful blue light that enchanted his being
A tendril emerged and came unto The Alchemist
in a moment all the long years melted away
like slag off a metal the dust of years fell to the grounds
as The Alchemist straightened his back and lifted his head on his neck
The Alchemist merged into that light and two became one
And a tendril emerged from The Alchemist
and wove its way to the door pulling the Alchemist to follow
There before him were dancing in the light
all the new growths of spring
and the alchemist Knew them
All around The Alchemist all these years it had been there before him in open revelation
In all the birds of the air
In all the furry critters of the ground
In all the plants and their blooms
They were the codes, the knowledge he had been seeking
The matrix the dreams the kingdom the knowledge the very Quest itself in living revelation
All that is
All that ever was
All that will ever be
All That were tendrils
Emerging from the Alchemist to be what is becoming
In a great light that was made up of Knowledge and Wisdom Itself
dancing in embrace with The Alchemist
This great loving light began to flow
The Alchemist in great Joy followed rising to float through a window
In a seeming darkness of solidity the Alchemist could see a body in a bed in deep slumber
He knew absolutely it was his
The Alchemist returned to his still catatonic body wrapped in its slumber
The greater light rose up and came down bringing forth the knowing that another day was awaiting
The Night was gone, it existed no more and with its passing the Alchemist found himself once more realizing
He was back in his humble home inside the catatonic body still wrapped in its slumber yet no longer sleeping
Memory of the night's dream yet remained as the first beginning lights of the breaking dawn flowed through the open window
The Alchemist returned his awareness to the body and moved it to rise to the new day
The dream remained!
From the loft, the Alchemist found his way down the ladder to the main room below awaiting
Spring dancing it's awakening songs could be perceived in the scents and sounds of the early misty greyish gold hues of dawn
With a single sweeping glance the Alchemist assured himself that all was well and proper in the lab just as it had been those few hours before
All well and proper just as it had looked so many times before in all the decades of his pursuit's laborous endeavors and trials
The furnace had cooled back down to its black from the fiery glow yet the room still held the heat the fires had bequeathed to the rooms
The Alchemist paused at the foot of the ladder once standing upright to stretch forth his hands as he had countless times before
To the Universe he gave Praise and all Honor and Glory for bringing him back to it's Beauty in thankfulness for his life
Drawing his hands together in bowing he gave Praise and all Honor and Glory to God for returning his Spirit to his Body
Rising erect he faced to the furnace itself and gave Blessings and Thanks for its humble faithful service
Exactly as he had done countless times before through the years of the decades he again went to the furnace
He already knew that in some Far Distant Future someday someone declared wise would be famous for saying
The definition of Insanity would be to Do The Same Thing over and over and over and Expect Different Results
And Religion and science and reason and wisdom of many of that day would insist that such was thus
Yet the Alchemist cared not one whit for that view for each and every time in all the countless times in all the countless befores
Just like this time as the Alchemist approached the furnace all the times of the past existed not in his zeal for the quest
The Alchemist worked the tools of his trade
With a great hook he opened the furnace and with a great rod he pushed aside the still glowing coals
With strong sturdy tongs he grasped the crucible and brought it to the altar with the greatest of care
The Chalice awaited there like a thousand times before to receive that which had been prepared
A thousand times and more he had built the blazing fire
A thousand times and more the metal had been poured
A thousand times and more the metal had been left to cool
A thousand times and more the cooled metal had been recrushed
A thousand times and more he had been inspired to add this or a bit of that
A thousand times and more he had placed the preparation in the furnace
And gone to the thousands and more dreams as the metal became fluid
Once more
chanting mindfully
praise to the All Mighty
Of which he had grown all these years to love greatly
The Alchemist poured the metal from the crucible to the chalice
Once more
chanting mindfully
praise to the All Mighty
Of which he had grown all these years to love greatly
The Alchemist took the cast ladle and drew aside the slag
The Alchemist paused
In the stillness of Awe
The metal!
Unlike the thousand and more times before
The metal was Crystal Clear
like the finest perfect gem that could be seen through
and seen within was an iridescent sparkling of an electric blue dancing
The Alchemist drew closer with heart beating in joy
Deep in the chalice the lights softly sparkled and glowed
thru changing hues the light rose to the surface to greet the Alchemist
The light broke through the surface to dance hovering in the air
to The Alchemist nothing in the world could ever matter again
as this wonderful blue light that enchanted his being
A tendril emerged and came unto The Alchemist
in a moment all the long years melted away
like slag off a metal the dust of years fell to the grounds
as The Alchemist straightened his back and lifted his head on his neck
The Alchemist merged into that light and two became one
And a tendril emerged from The Alchemist
and wove its way to the door pulling the Alchemist to follow
There before him in the early light of dawn upon the still remaining snows of the current winter season
were dancing as lights all the new growths of a new spring shimmering in the view of the Alchemist
For the Alchemist Knew them now although their time was not yet upon the earth
The Alchemist now held the knowing that they all danced within him yearning to come out and dance with him
The Alchemist walked into the snowy yard and went down to his knees and kissed the earth in Love
Then he lifted up his eyes to shimmering skies lightening to a new day and gave a shout of glee
at last his life had now begun
©circa 2009 George Nelson aka geniii
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