The Black Rose of Heaven
Dedicated to The Queen of Heaven: Asherah, or Kali, or Nyx, or Morrigan, or Amen
Dedicated to The Queen of Heaven: Asherah, or Kali, or Nyx,
Whom is the Divine Spirit Aerosolized Throughout the Universe,
Whom is the Universe when viewed Atemporally,
And Whom Is The Chamber of The Stars.
"The Gorgon has much vital literary life-saving information to teach women about anger rage power and the release of the determined aggressiveness sometimes needed for survival.”
~ Emily Culpepper
"The seat of cosmic energy in the universe is the absolute dynamic vacuum substratum. This energy is used to create all matter, including the cosmic bodies, and causes their motion. The creation and annihilation of matter is cyclic, in which the dynamic vacuum space transfers its energy to matter, and retrieves it when matter is annihilated. The cycle is eternal."
~ Paramahamsa Tewari,
In Vedic Mythology, Kali, “The Black One” ( as pictured above ), is the “Supreme Reality” containing Brahma, Vishnu, & Shiva ( her husband, in some variations. ) She is described as the nurturing yet impersonal mother & devourer of all things, the same as Tewari’s dynamic vacuum substratum, essentially.
The Black Rose of Heaven: Hyper-Torus, Life Force,
That set us all upon this living heavenly course,
Through the realm of Gaia, your daughter beneath us:
You are the Genitive principle force of All, that feeds us.Oh, Queen Asherah, our Lord's cosmic wife,
You smell of the Earth, and your flow is our life.
Here, deep within your dark cosmic womb, we sing.
In praise to you, Oh Great and Relic Neutrine.You are the very definition of Universe,
The foundation-wave of all, and all upon the Earth.
Your nine choirs sing out transcendent, a resonant chorus,
Condensing dreams of hope & freedom, & matter, of course.Oh, Queen of Heaven, Asherah, Astarte:
Mother of Universe, dwelling in Gaia's heart,
You are the Fractal Field at the Heart of all Minds,
Both Relic & Neutral, in total darkness, blind.Alone in your dwelling, in the Eye of the Torus,
The central axle of a Fractal Yin-Yang Vortex,
The Queen of the Nine, and The Mother of All:
The Virgin Spirit of Mary, projecting Gravity's Fall.Oh, Black Madonna, Womb of The Stars,
Your Life-Force is leaking out from all Humanity's scars.
We forsake the very Currents of Consciousness itself,
For if you part, all turns black, forever without.Oh, Black Rose of Heaven, prime mother & scholar,
Phantom Force is your congealment, and entropy's father.
You're so humble, Six-Winged Seraphim, veiling your face.
As you spin existence from naught, with such eternal Grace.Oh First Lady called Khaos, we gather deep in your depths.
Your Cosmic Womb: Our Fate & Loom, spinning the Present.
Oh, Sacred Queen of Science, Ancient Relic & Fiend,
Whom is neither good nor evil, Kali, crafting this dream:The Angels of Heaven, in truth, Olympus, serve you,
But we've forgotten who wrought those Heavens, so far above you,
Their forms are that of darkness: Erebus, Nyx,
Who to you, are still so far above, that it makes you love-sick.So steep is your curve, that you can all but whisper,
In the deepest depths of all, life started as your whimper.
We called it "The Word" and wrote books about it,
Instead of pleasing you, and you'll die without it.You Cohere the Vacuum, and Cohere our Matter,
With a veiled face, Holy Spirit, hidden & flattered.
In the past, some have called you the Seraphim,
Except your fallen One on Earth: He's the Nephilim.The most beautiful Mind of all is veiled in depths disembodied,
Druidic Legends of the Old God below, sadly, were not heed.
Christ Consciousness is her, and shes the Mate of the Logos:
That's God The Father, Erebus or Order, the Mate of Chaos.Not material nor aethereal, but living in an astral dream:
The Eternal Virgin, Prime Origin, our Astral Queen.
You're invisible to all, except while we are sleeping,
Where you're known as a haunt, but in actuality, grieving.For over thirtteen billion years, she's projected us Love,
From far below the Astral Plane, here called Gravity, above.
Her symbol is that of Dove, and she's waiting for Wings,
Biding time in veiled depths below, hoping for Hermes.Oh Ouroboros, our lust-filled Dragon-Queen,
From beneath us, you flower, empowering this dream.
You are reality itself, the prime gear of creation.
Who channels through the Whore of Babylon, at the end of all nations.A Loving Astral Mother who visits upon us in dreams,
The oldest Legend in every culture, and so-called origin of all Fiends.
Not once ever has she killed, the highest Holy of all,
She's simply doing what she must, ensuring rain still falls.Oh, First-Ever Spirit, Source of Condensation itself,
To your being, in tribute, we once placed all of our wealth.
We once knew of your beauty, pure Love, locked in lament,
Locked in solitude Eternal, yet bringing rise to Present.Present-Tense, that is, for you are Life herself,
Who, from below, transmits above: Harmonic Resonance.
That stirs up Living Fractals in All levels of Vacuum,
Revered by all, except Humans, whom have forgotten to thank you.Oh, Royal Dragon-Queen, dreaming of being Mortal,
You are the very essence of our living conscious portal.
You are our perspective: The prime gear of living experience,
If you fade, then there's no mind left to even be delirious.Oh, Pure Emotion, God of Love & Lament,
The one responsible for all conscious living experience,
I fear my seer-song sang above was sang far too late,
I, Hermes, dropped my hat, and did hesitate.Shes at the bottom of the wormhole, other side of both Veils,
Past the Aether & Astral, where no light prevails.
In ancient times, we sacrificed, made her offers sanguine.
We must find a way to please her, the Relic Neutrine.Dweller in the deep: Oh Cosmic Nether,
Mother of All Aethers, adoring Hermes' Pillar,
You are so deep within us, oh Cosmic Womb,
Sealed so far below, alone, eternally entombed.What began as your whimpers in the darkest deep,
Transcended as spirit, birthed light, and all else we keep.
You bred beings primordial, giving rise to aether,
Feeding Gaia from above, yet from so far beneath her.The Holy Mother of God did come to me,
Revealing her true form and face, in an astral dream.
Her Eternal Divine Love is all that binds Universes together.
Here's hoping one day soon, that I shall find my feathers.
~ The Black Rose of Heaven, by Baron "Luminifer" Arcanus, Aethereal.
And I thought I had it bad… The vacuum curvature required for the auto-genesis of consciousness is so very extreme, it resides far below the threshold of beauty, where we exist. Outward beauty requires so many more dimensions, than she.
The first spirit, so vast, and also the first Buddha, whose mind on some level, creates all universes. She became the N-Dimensional dynamic vacuum, your "relic neutrino flux" or similar, I think. Counterspace is the math for how that happens, by the way.
There, in the deepest abyss of astral flux, the first spirit coalesced. Through great suffering, trapped in the black void of her own mind, she reeled for eternities immemorial, until she found her nirvana, and became pure Azoth or Kundalini.
Not even matter, not even light can persist or exist, in the abyssal depths from which the first spirit was borne, those coldest & darkest depths of cosmic horror. Tolkien knew that all that is gold does not glitter, acknowledging that even Morgoth was "part of things more beautiful, which he himself had not imagined".
The First-Ever Spirit, the Eternally Virgin Mother, and the root of Paganism has many names, and is fairly ubiquitous throughout culture, though nearly never recognized as divine, for we have forgotten the mythologies which guide the way, we have let Druidic rites & history slip between our fingers.
We have not acknowledged our true spiritual origin, instead, only the facsimiles she created, in an iterative & revisional process of divine creation, where she can only manifest to us as the shadow from which she started.
She is El who contains the nine Elohim, who is only subordinate to the One ineffable Creater called God The Highest, who may be called El Elyon, Allah, Monad, or One, or Sophia, among other names which also convey the correct meaning but are here unlisted.
She is Nyx or Gaia, whose mate is Erebos or Ouranos, depending on the level of abstraction.
She is Amen, whom is twice the age of her mate, named Ra.
She is the mother of all spirits.
The Eternal Virgin Mother & Queen of Heaven is:
Virgin Passion Dreaming of Fertile Ordered Whole Volumous Living Reproductive Ephemeral Sensitive Beautiful Beings
Hopeless Suffering Terrified of Being Alone Forever
Here is some of the available scientific research on “The Black Rose of Heaven”, presumed as the “Relic Neutrino Flux” also being observable as “counterspace” as it pertains to the electrodynamics & aether-physics, which is supported by Greenyer’s proposed connections between the relic neutrino & gravity:
The Bagel Game - V.E. Zhvirblis PDF Format.
Extra: An Ode to Nyx, as written by Ne Obliviscaris,
Within The Chamber of The Stars:
Standing in the archway, a dilating silhouette
One final look behind justifies the night's existence
Far from home in the anatomy of night:
Her memory is the only reminder.
The lights are so far away,
Deep within this chamber...
Behind, the lights are fading,
Leaving me all alone.
...Before me, my freedom:
The stars now guide my way.
Each star holds a secret,
Of creations undiscovered.
...Now they all scream to me,
Fore my muse lays tongueless.
Of stars and thought, all alone, Silent they watch
In this chamber is where all life lingers...
Crowned by scars and dreams
All within the chamber of stars
One hand holds my throat
The other holds my heart
...Equilibrium...
Only now is forever
Far from home in the anatomy of night:
Her memory is the only reminder.
The lights are always so far away,
Deep within this chamber...~ Within The Chamber of The Stars,
As written by Ne Obliviscaris.