The Light
Why it mimics. To gather a better understanding of the light, in the book there’s a story where hey seus talks with a young guy. “You the flyest niga I ever seen in my life. He wanted that light (eternal life)9 fruit of the spirit. Mark 10:17. He had ever thing else, yet wanted something he couldn’t obtain. J. told him how, to. But he couldn’t do, it, made him sick, speculation! Why though? Think it was due to what he would lose or what he would gain? This is where the eye of the needle comes into focus.
Verily! he say. Means “listen close, bout to spit that real or this is the truth.“ Peep game refers to an avenue in favor of the best direction still leaving both prerogative. Peep def is to gather your own definition or/and understanding of what is being laid out.
It is clear to understand the light outshines riches agree to disagree. What is the light? What are the riches? And wtf does an elephant have to do with any of this? niga!
Shall we speculate just a lil bit? The light is best described as the Red Sea parting leaving a path through all the chaos. The light is the path one must travel to get to so called heaven or reaching a goal set forth. Often pictured as a long deep jagged crevice with very high banks on either side with water streaming along at the bottom that may or may not be crossed at any certain notion. It would have to be navigated at some parts or walked through in others. Along the banks there are carved steps reaching the top, other places there are makeshift ropes hanging in order to climb out. Let’s depict a God’s view which is from the top looking down, but has the ability to see everything happening along the entire gorge from top to bottom. One would even have the capability of not only hearing anyone fart along the crevice, (pun) with God view one could also smell it. It’s like one’s there dude. The view offers rear forward vision as well as what can happen along the banks let’s say as if someone attempts to climb out using the stairs or being pulled or pulling themselves up out of the gorge. Can see it all. Gods view on the shelves next year at a merchant near you. Now! Along the steam, creek whatever. Water, there’s enough room to walk along both sides, could be some oh! At some parts one may get muddy or wet in order to keep going, if you want to get out of this hole. But for the most smooth walking. Now the light shines down into this gorge and it must be followed in order to get out. Depending on the time of day is where the light will be along the path of the canyon. Stay in the light, it’s healthy, vitamin D, one can see and it’s much safer. Heaven or bust. In the dark it’s cold, sickness is probable and at times even death. One must be careful. Where the bugs, insect oh! And the critters, lord knows wouldn’t want to fail to mention those. Heaven forbid. “Wouldn’t want to be drug off by them now would we?” “Stay in the light.” (Old prospector laugh.) The canyon is life’s journey, the steps and ropes along the sides are where some felt they wanted out, because some of their dead homies will call for them from up top to come this or that way.
Some up there are alive too, some down here the same whispering in the ears that they’ve had enough and want to end their journey at certain points along the way never to be heard from again. What would you do? We? well, all we do is try to help. That is all. The same canyon of life, same journey. Stay in the light. Don’t be no dumb virgin. Now shaw Ee. Be a virgin, just not a dumb one. Be strong, be wise. Matthew 25:25. Don’t get it twishted. Know your worth, for one is amazingly priceless. That’s a whole nother story. Typing of which, what are riches? (Old prospector laugh.) Peep def. Rich: wealth, sumptuous, material wealth, money, resources. As the book depicts young blood had this. But, here he is asking how could he be down. Not making this up. Sure he could see hey seus and his krew weren’t flossin’, didn’t have on no bling bling. Feel me? Yet! Here he is sick with it, fat pockets an all. Steppin’ to the carpenters son, born in a manger #HHG. What up with that? Runnin’ up after all his fans dispersed, requesting what, something he was unable to buy or he would’ve had it. Agree to disagree. Apparently couldn’t steal it, cause he had means to purchase it if avail. He didn’t request assistance to help him boost it from the back of so n so after they closed next Friday night. Eternal life was the request. Peep def Eternal life: everlasting, constant. Ahhh! He didn’t want to die. He was living his best life and wanted to keep it just as it was. Wonder if he’d had plastic surgery yet? Hair implants? Some more teeth? Pec and bicep implants? Wow! It don’t matter, he wanted time to stop so the he could remain in suspended animation. Pure speculation. We were not there. He was happy, fat and happy (elephant) See where J. got that from now. Now, don’t get all in yo feeling’s thinking this bout you. (Long drawn out) “We…don’t…know…you…foo.” Do you boo! Pride! Peep def Pride: self-esteem, (peep def) conscious of one’s own dignity. (peep def). There you have it. Pride is larger than an elephant and a camel. Go figure. Remarkable, ain’t it? Can’t even see pride. Can you? Wow! And them ztihs is 7 Dd. We can see 3Dd but not 7? niga! Which technically means one must come out of second nature cause one isn’t going to be capable of taking anything with them. No thang! Yo! Which means just you. We’re on to something here. So there are a variety of riches? (nuts) Asking for someone else! This would portray an avenue wouldn’t it? Young dude at one, J. at the other coming together where he’s requesting how? from? Not giving instructions of how, to. Verily! he say. “Easier.” “How you like them apples?” Ain’t gotta make it up. It’s right there. So let’s presume. The eye of the needle is a tight fit. Ever put tread through one? Were my bifocals at? Try it to get an idea of what’s it going to be like in order to achieve eternal life. An ain’t nobody helping. J. tried to help, dude asked, he go. “You’re missing one thing (lacking). One thing? Pastor Wit? Rev. Wanna B? Tell them what this one thing is for us will you please. We don’t know. He had err thang but One damned thing. He couldn’t buy it already. (speculation) Or else he’d of had it. What? You think he ain’t bring it with him to the concert? What is it man? Makes us want to presume again. He hadn’t been reborn at this point. Even though J. gave him clear and verily instructions to his face. You don’t think J. lied to him do you? Would it matter? J. already knew, this is why what he said is what he said. It’s an avenue or choice, dude was going to have to make else where. “Go thy way” he say, aka “Gon on get tf up outta here, cause you ain’t bout to be buggin’ up in this piece and we ain’t bout to hear all that yo. Maaan! We been with them kids all damn day son, you know ” We not fittna… WayzOut. Getting a bit too far into it. He knew though. As it is written, it made dude sick, “he grieved.” Bout what? Good question. Have you peep def for grieve? Mourn, hurt, suffer grief. What is grief? To come out of second nature back into first nature, there is going to be a death of one or the other. We can only honor one. That’s it, that’s final. Bigger than us. We didn’t, don’t, nor have made any of this up. The youngster was mourning in thought of this preconceived notion of what he had opposed to what he had requested. Placed side by side and weighed it out. What he could see, touch, etc. opposed to that in which he had no idea, yet wanted. Or didn’t he now? He requested it, was giving exact instructions on how to retain the request from he that had sinned not. Pure truth. Guess “He couldn’t handle the truth.”
Why do my eyes hurt? Come on. As he’s unplugging himself comin out the pod. niga that wasn’t you over there next to him on the right? All plugged in an tihs. Dreaming. Loving your pork and steak and tihs. Yummy! LoL! Oh! Yeah this is death. Hey seus or whom ever wasn’t portrayed as a zombie in yo book. He walking amongst them. Jacked legion for his flesh bag. Touching folk bringing them back. Life begats Life. Have you ever seent a zombie be dezombified. Hell nah! That ztihs for keeps. It ain’t nobody never has, nor never will come back from that. He is NEO. The one. All we’re doing is waiting for it. No different than the likes of a steer at a sell barn or slaughterhouse. Shuffled down the line, waiting, just waiting. These prestigious places patronizing the stock as it shuffles through life, not knowing which way is up or down. Not a clue. “The doors of this holy house have been open, shuffle on down here and pay us for what you done done. While we put in a good word, the best word on your behalf to make sure you gone gets to see you some of those pearly gates up yonder yo.” But, you know what? It’s not their fault. They have it honestly, they give it to their children, honestly not knowing. Having neven thunk twice about it because they got it from those that they thunk, no! knew loved them. They wouldn’t dare lead them astray, they showed them the correct path and told them to stay in the light, this is the way. Just as they had been shown. Aushowheitz. Where ever tf the gas chambers atrocities took place, wanting us to have some sympathy (symp) for others while the same exact holoclaism is being done as you read this. We can all have sympathy peep def, for those folk, and don’t get it twishted. At this point all is operative, want to know why? Here it go. The holocaust that took place right here, probably exactly under where some are standing if on the ground, a house or foundation will raise us up out of the blood spilled all across this piece. Only all are not capable of having nor sharing any empathy peep def, for the same thing, not even the victims or survivors as they silently mourn within, somehow without even knowing it. But! Here’s 20 buck of sympathy for a situation put in place to get past earlier even greater crimes against humanity or death only to cut off empathy perpetrated by whom? This the same beast. We can’t all have empathy for that, it don’t even want the victims to not only know (hidden) but grieve straight, but all can have sympathy for what was accomplished over here though. “Get thee hence” niga. All that death. As we wait. In a fug tup state of mind, that of the zombie. Only diff. They seek brain well, wait TWD proves that’s inaccurate, them nigaz will take a plug out a niga any were. Arm, neck! But peep game, you have a brain and ain’t using it. It’s not your fault, not to be harsh. Race huh! Wouldn’t young dude be considered winning? Real talk. He all up at the concert with all his swag, drippin. “How can I be down like you, you the flyest niga I ever seen in my life.” Wanting something else. Walking away mad.
Here’s you sympathy for others, enough to speak out on behalf of others you don’t seem to have any reserve for. As the death continues.
J. read his heart, young dude asked with his mouth, a question. He had been thinking about it. Thinking! Hey, knew the one thing lacking was his heart. Bam! The instructions hit him so hard. Direct hit. They hit him in the brain. Where everything else was, all the money, possessions. All up stairs. If he would’ve done as directed, where do you think he would be? Same place. Take Jobe, that’s my O. G. right there. We know it’s spelt J o b. That’s a subliminal. “He that does not work, does not eat.” With understanding and capacity to get it. Jobe ain’t go nowhere. As it is written he stayed in the same place. We’re going to have to take it down a notch. Jobe was at his job. Back then they where self contained. He got up err day and handled his chores. The way it goes, it apparently became easier as he begin losing his possessions. Lost it all. Sitting in the same spot, not thinking. He felt what he knew in his heart was true. The angel told the principality. “Just don’t kill him, cause he’s a rider. Knowing lu is a jealous envious sort of something. When he can’t get his way, he’ll destroy err thang. The angel Claude knew Jobes heart from a many convos. A many.
Now give it a minute, it is written Satan, but the description of what was applied to this self containment concept of Jobes ponderosa. It would be enough to indict your uncle Sammy. It’s not a rap song and throw in a few old western movies this would be solid. Read it, it’ll have you reflecting back like “gosh darn it, I’ve seen this somewhere.” Bet. Makes you feel like you are there. Well some! Maybe. Typing of which, do you have a family member, this is from a survey. A family member that binge watches westerns? Not a soul on the screen that looks like nor in any form or fashion is relatable to the watcher. If so. Studies are finding out this is an innate traumatic reaction within the watchers D. N. A. The visuals correlates within the watchers inherent genetic make up. Although they weren’t there, parts and pieces within recalls some of the traumatic events being viewed. From a hypnotic type state, they witness or recall some or similar events inherently recorded through the generations. You bet not, get in between them and the screen, change the channel or say a word, while there in this state? Do you know anyone like this? Asking for some friends.
Sure, call it stubborn. Look at it from a different perspective. Knowledge. He knew that legion likes head games. Just like that A.I. It’s a thinker. The heart is the only organ that controls or has significant influence with the brain. Vice versa. “We’re our on worst enemy.” Here’s the two corporates. Sure there a lot more at play, but we barely know one another. “Simplicity is the key…” Truth settles in the heart like a program. Technically, via the five senses, emotions, etc. One may hear a train, ear to brain. “You cool with that heart?” It’ll ask. “Yup! Hold up, let’s count the cars.” Now, some may hear it. Ear to brain and haven’t checked with any of the other senses or the heart a second. Or dismiss or ignore depending on relationship. The medicinal term is homeostasis. Now, witness this play on words. “They think they can make it.” Speculation? Not even a blink of the eye to bypass the heart for the last time. This is how long it takes. “Hit by a train, whaaat? Didn’t they hear it, feel it, see it coming? What? How?” Thunk they could beat it. Second nature is the total 360 degree opposite or opponent of first nature. “We are our own worst enemy.” “Born into sin.” Second, after the fact. Right, wrong, left, right. Good, evil, god, devil. Positive, negative, hot, cold. Hueman/human, human beings. Straight, not, all kumites, all opponents or opposite of one another. The Cain and Abel of science. Not rocket science, but science all the same. There is nor can there be future. Push and pull. Same place. Now. Present. Future’s not going to have this disease attached to it. It can’t. Not as it remains connected to the same past, that has yet to be surpassed. It can easily be considered the talk of legion. When he came he came to chat with hey seus. Same rubbish. Or the young un Mark 9:14. Mark 9:24 Kumite! Written “unbelief” peep def. Now, Disbelief? Same? Both are opposite or opponents of belief, no? Agree to dis agree. Second wants a so called future that is going to cause it to behave exactly like this if it doesn’t get it. Thus the book. A so called future opponent/opposite the real one. It logically can not happen. Says whom? Truth needs no words. Now proceed as you will, but remember these words forever. “Told You So.” At this point heading into the so called future without leaving the past realities is just a mirage of words. Truth is coming and “Pity the foo” opposite or opponent of her. Pity. Never a loss, never defeated. Since the beginning where there was the word.
That word is Truth. “You going busting your fist against a stone wall, you’re not using your brain. That’s what the devil, wants you to do.” Color is simply only deflective. It’s all inclusive but a color isn’t doing the opposite just because it optional. Go deeper, slight complexity, more intellect. A disease, illness, disorder. Just as a zombie, they’re not who they use to be. Driven by a virus. The flesh bag is the finger, see past it to rec rec the principality, focus. The prince of darkness, death. Grim the reaper. Better get to know this mutt. It knows you, it knows you don’t know it, ain’t checkin so it can keep wreckin. Know the disease. To not know it is to be seriously infected by it. Even as it become familiar there’s still the infection. We’ve had since birth. “Born into sin. Heal thyself! Heal-Thy-Self.” It’s sort of vampirism. The light, blood. Blade for example. Give and take. The cross. Do you know what the cross means? Queen mother Francis Cress Welsing, gives a clinical, professional point of view about it. Everyone, should get the 4 4 of the cross. We don’t do color. Sorry! We like the Hueman/human approach.
The finger, the irony. Mr. Lee displays this so eloquently in the movie and images. Doogle the quote. “If one pays to much attention to the finger.” Something along that line. We know there’s a finger in it and that’s the operative. You see the finger. Sight’s a sense. Oui? Only you can’t stay there. There’s heavenly glory about pass the finger. What do you see? It’s so cool how he does this. Back to the finger. And this will correlate with “Just stand up.” You know the image where the folks are on all fours under the table, with the rats and the roaches, parasites, and buzzards are feasting up top. My bad. How rude. Strike that from the record. This is being transcribed so, it’s not the views nor perspectives of the transcriber. Just so you know. #JSYK The finger as we know is just a finger, that has morphed into sign language. Representing many things, groups, clubs, clicks, teams, squads, etc. The one in particular is fug Q. “If we focus to much on the finger, we miss all the heavenly glory.” This that dope. “If one worries to much on a little phalanges, phalanx, digital, digital bone. Finger peep def. We miss err thang. Err thang else. What are we missing here? What do you see? “A tree, the sky, the photo on the wall? O————————————————K.
Same thing. It just doesn’t mean fug Q. It kinda does tho? While doing it simultaneously. Because it still goes amiss. See the sense is congested. It reads look, see, pay attention, focus. That’s what mentally takes place. A spell. The finger is what society has given those. Well, us. But if it’s what is focused upon. Err thang else is missed. Ok! Good question. They asked “What do we see since we’re focused on the finger?” Nothing at all, and yes this includes everything else. “In order to know one must first un know or not. The finger has the or had the focus until it doesn’t. It takes a discipline to remove that finger from focus. Heavenly glory is a state of being. This is why there are so many martial arts. Everyone has a particular way of achieving some type of healing both mental and physical. A potion, of medicine, pill, lotion. Saying, books, lectures, quotes. Something, somewhere at all times. Hamster on a wheel.
Ain’t no bod e go n no where. All are just fingers. (Speculation) Once purchased it’s for life. But what one bought it for? Gone, it was never truly there, it sounded like heavenly glory. Looked like #HG. Maybe it was, not to knock the hustle. The focus was just diverted to another finger. Assumption! Hip Hop saved our lives, we’re bound to pay it forward. Similar in situation. Hip Hop is the finger? No, what was done to Hip Hop is the finger. The way it was chopped up, disfigured, dismantled, exploited. And as one can literally see. It’s ugly. This explained it all to us. Hip Hop is like a strand. Exactly, metaphorically, it was built, grown and produced a product. The cassette at first. “Buy my tape, listen to my demo.” The fruit was applied to the tape. This is a third of the way. Hip Hop started with the D. J. Then #BBG ‘s B-Boiz & B-Girls. Hip Hop Dancer’s. Pop, Lockers, and Body Rockers first and second. This is Hip Hop, a 3rinity. There may be some a/v recordings, who knows? This goes unseen, unheard. It’s not pressed (Album) or videoed. It’s just the Hip Hop experience. Things of legend, folklore, memories. Locked away in the membranes of all that were fortunate to be there. It had to be made. Just like the pyramids, Noahs ark. They built it, literally from the ground up. The D. J. surgical cutting up records. Wasn’t any rapping in the beginning. But it kept growing, they kept building. Shunned because of the way it made people move, gyrate. This taking place after the lights went out, the club was closed. Speak easy. After hours following the disco. They kept building it. Come on M. C. “Whatchu talkin bout?” A small economy had been brewing the entire time. As it spills over into the parks during the day time. People could see it, hear it, be a part. Dancing in the park having fun. Taken away from all the nigativity amongst them. But it was there also, lingering in the background, stalking its prey. M. C.’s Wanted to teleport this, distribute this to all by producing cassette’s. “Please, Listen to my Demo!” #WeCU
Electronic industry flourishing to keep up with Hip Hop. The genre that made people move, only not like elvis. “H8rz gonna!” Peep game. That little tape recorder, pause, play, <, >. It’s all they had. Produced them tapes to get the words out there. Forward. And forward it went. Universally so. This generated revenue as well. It was thrown in with the drugs, because it wasn’t a fad now. It was wanted. So, war was declared. As Hip Hop rose from all the other ashes. Hooked in with mainstream, the rest is his story. Gangsta rap defines what was, had taken place, all the artists tells at least one story of what was happening then. Remember it’s a strand, gangsta, house, trap, dirty south. Pieces of the same fruit, just different perspectives, different times, situations, and circumstances. 15 years being built and grown gone, hidden, covered up. You thunk? We have it. Real talk. From the strand of the real Hip Hop. In its essence, still though “if one focuses to much on the finger…” It morphed into health, wellness, and fitness. How? What? Way no! Way, Hip Hop is one of the essential foundations of MentFlexX. But, we must wait until the eyes hurt or some may miss it again. Once weaned peep def, things will become better focused and stand able. Its constructed of the particles and shared independent experiences of the first 15 years. The beginning of Hip Hop. And it’s raw. Untouched by Hueman/human hands. Pure. That dope. If one is not versed in the beginning the opinion of what it is is often forgiven per the book “for they do not know.” First 15 is the architect it’s foundation peep def. And what the artist brought into it. The D. J. (Disc Jockey)With surgical precision, mastering music and sounds, cut, mixing, scratching. The M. C. (Mic Controller) wordsmith, poetic, lyrical surgeon. All artists contributing for a common cause. A pyramid, an ark of sorts. Creative artistry. Universal genre. And they said it wouldn’t last. LoL! Round two.
About the finger, try holing it out, see it, looking directly at it. Now look through it. Anything? Slowly bring it in to touch you knows, see around it or the eyes will cross. The point is this, the finger is a distraction, if you see it or anything around it, you’re still distracted. One should see the future, what is needed in life to make it the best one. No focus should open another dimension entirely. The finger confirms outward sight, see it, looking inward. See everything else. We’ll work on that.
The reality of it all is unimaginable. To the point it would be easier to get you to believe something entirely different. Draw the line, close the door attempting to hide it. The truth. It’s inhumane, animalistic. It’s insanity on that side, disciplined sanity on that side. It’s a very thin line, very. SSR is insanity, it is the disease of all diseases. To the level of creating them. All 7Dd just a blazing. “Trapped in its own humanity.” P. Smalls
How does one know? The matrix is connected to the book. It is a program put together to hide the inhumanity. This is all it’s about. Sanity on a side, insanity. It’s rather clever in a science sense. On the other. Pushed under the rug, as though it never happened. We may truly have to question these flesh bags about that past, because that thin line could very easily be snapped. At this point we’re not sure it hasn’t already. We may not want to see this beast, we just have to bring it to the surface so Mother can handle it. The deception is incredible. How do we know? Who says we do? Nature is every where. For a Hueman, it’s the law. Any thing out side of this law is animalistic. So, a principality will basically tell us, or show out of deception. Because it will be out of natural law. Ex. #NL leave it like you found it. Principality: trash all over the gd place. It’s not a matter of care, this is an attempt to huemanize that in which isn’t. You can’t do it. You can, It’s sweet and kind. But that’s just it. It deceives one for just a midget of sanity/huemanity just then. A very thin line it run feeding off the sol. Aka sol/soul surfer. Principalities never come into logic, it is illogical. It stay very close to the thin line. It knows you, another story. This is its game, and it’s the only way it will play. It must control everything, anything it can, which is everything except natural law. It can not stand natural law, it insanely despises nature. You better pay attention. It’s running a program on each hueman, or human being, comparing notes. In jail or prison it’s called a record or jacket on the streets. Every known suspect has one, criminal or not. The book is a jacket. That how it started out, it’s been altered or manipulated to either hide the truth or acquire it. It doesn’t matter what color so n so n the book was. It is going to portray whoever, the flavor of choice.
At the eye of the needle, this is speculative. The eye reps time, read between the lines, past, present/now, future. How many? 1. past, 2. present/now, 3. future. 4? Get to tree first dawg. We not even there. Dimensions? We are at the second (2)station. Anchored to the s in past. This is only as old as the program, or when #SSR was instituted. #WwM. Second nature. As far as reality can allow. No tree or 3. Monkey. Holding on to the nuts of the s in one or first dimension. Guess this is why elephant comes to mind. The key to get through the dimensions is pride. Or lack there of. It reads camel, depicting size. Elephants like nuts though. Speculation! Somebody else do to. Pride is larger and blocks the passage of time. It continues, niga. It’s first nature depicting the circle of life. It’s jammed up. Anchored due to pride, talking about future? How the, what tf does death know about future? Bleak? That’s the funniest thing typed this year. Pride is second nature, irony that’s how far per the scale. First is there, only hidden, blocked. Paying to much attention to the finger. Hip Hop made it through, it was almost blocked, hidden. It is to strong, now as it drys up from lack of production, still in second dimension, literally what was sown then is happening now reaped, doesn’t look good huh? Seems the future if that, would be more productive, as it dwindles back to the so called war on drugs? “Get thee hence!” niga! Still, holding them nuts. Let them go. Pride has some jammed up, all well. There’s no future, it’s not a life or death situation. Life has been cut off due to the strangle hold on pride. No better life, because the key is not being used to get there. “Simplicity is the key to brilliance…” This is reiterated certainly, “Forgive them for they know not what they do.” “There are no excuses.” It’s going to be hard as hell to attempt to explain what is already known, it’s been read twice, and there’s nothing new. Come on! Many have tried before. Fail. Nothing has or can defeat Nature. It’s insanity to thunk one can, even that it’s possible. Somebody ain’t carried the 3 or divided the 7. It’s going to the first anchor. Words of advice. Don’t let it get there first. It will up root it like a weed. Not enough combined anything to stop her. We have gps. The story of Sodom and Gomorrah. What was used to coordinate the destruction then? Speculation! Cold hearts? Caught with hands wrapped around them nuts (pun intended). Choices
Oh! We’re going to the future, actually she’s coming to get us.
A few minor (pun) adjustments and we’ll be on our way.
Principalities are thinkers on pride. Speculation! Self is the other so called God before the true one. She’ll want to speak with you personally. What is typed here, has nothing to do with self. Merely a vessel, a conduit of transference. This is not of thought or think as one may witness all the errors. Transcribed a warning. It’s bigger than we. That’s hilarious in concept, a Hueman/human or any thing else. Pick a fight with her? niga! Really? If it ain’t from the heart there maybe some major discrepancies. The heart is where the garden is that produces the fruits of the spirit. Sure, all have spirit, but at birth all where given 7 Dd. They distinguish the sol or communication wit the creator. How do we know? Do you have a homie O? Now, how’s that relationship with the creator? To many fingers, not sure exactly? Confusion? Stay in the light.
BORN AGAIN or TWICE-BORN
Thoughts from C. G. Jung, Joseph Campbell, and William James
The symbol and myth of the dual birth or being twice-born has an archetypal, spiritual, and psychological significance. The need for the subject to being born again or reborn to him or herself and to a new worldview is an essential step in the initiation and individuation process.
In Greek mythology the most well-known example is of Dionysus born first from Semele and when, while she was dying, Zeus saved him by sewing him up in his thigh and keeping him there until he reached maturity.
dvija, (Sanskrit: “twice-born”) in the Hindu social system, members of the three upper varnas, or social classes—the Brahmans (priests and teachers), Kshatriyas (warriors), and Vaishyas (merchants)—whose sacrament of initiation is regarded as a second or spiritual birth.
In John 3 Christ speaks to this,
“I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.
How can a man be born when he is old?" Nicodemus asked. "Surely he cannot enter a second time into his mother's womb to be born!"
Jesus answered, "I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit.
Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit.”
Jung speaks to this idea of a spiritual rebirth and its role in the individuation process.
“I might mention, for instance, the motif of the dual descent, that is, descent from human and divine parents, as in the case of Heracles, who received immortality through being unwittingly adopted by Hera. What was a myth in Greece was actually a ritual in Egypt: Pharaoh was both human and divine by nature.
In the birth chambers of the Egyptian temples Pharaoh's second, divine conception and birth is depicted on the walls; he is “twice-born.” It is an idea that underlies all rebirth mysteries, Christianity included. Christ himself is “twice-born:” through his baptism in the Jordan he was regenerated and reborn from water and spirit.
Consequently, in the Roman liturgy the font is designated the “uterus ecclesiae,” and, as you can read in the Roman missal, it is called this even today, in the “benediction of the font” on Holy Saturday before Easter.
Further, according to an early Christian-Gnostic idea, the spirit which appeared in the form of a dove was interpreted as Sophia-Sapientia Wisdom and the Mother of Christ. Thanks to this motif of the dual birth, children today, instead of having good and evil fairies who magically “adopt” them at birth with blessings or curses, are given a godfather” and a “godmother”
The idea of a second birth is found at all times and in all places. In the earliest beginnings of medicine it was a magical means of healing; in many religions it is the central mystical experience; it is the key idea in medieval, occult philosophy, and, last but not least, it is an infantile fantasy occurring in numberless children, large and small, who believe that their parents are not their real parents but merely foster-parents to whom they were handed over. Benvenuto Cellini also had this idea, as he himself relates in his autobiography.”
C. G. Jung, CW9.1 ¶ 94
Campbell emphasises this second birth as essential in the developmental process and bemoans its absence in the Western World.
“Society has provided [children] no rituals by which they become members of the tribe, of the community. All children need to be twice born, to learn to function rationally in the present world, leaving childhood behind.”
-Joseph Campbell
James talks to the process of rebirth as a moment of redemption and illumination,
“The [Twice Born] process is one of redemption, not of mere reversion to natural health, and the sufferer, when saved, is saved by what seems to him a second birth, a deeper kind of conscious being than he could enjoy before."
William James
How do we enact this rebirth?
Through symbols. Symbols are the gateway to this process of rebirth.
“Salvation is a long road that leads through many gates. These gates are symbols. Each new gate is at first invisible; indeed it seems at first that it must be created, for it exists only if one has dug up the spring’s root, the symbol.”
C. G. Jung
Forgive the errors, chief of staff was on vacation. On the other ones also. We just do this to hunt for the images. Don’t believe everything read. Do y o u r own re search. Draw y o u r own conclusions. Peep game, if it’s TRUTH 💯. It will come back, “Get Ready, Be ready.” If it’s a lie, fib, a gift, what? Some toro caca. It’ll come back also. “What comes around, sho will. Truth gets us thru these dimensions. And yo ssa thunk about some pearly gates. niga! Witcho Peter cotton tail. Yaw play to dam merch. We’ve been here much to long. #W4RD with a smile, y o u r going places ked.
To be continued…
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