I often use the terms alchemy, alchemical and alchemical processing. These signal that I am referring to consciousness ALIVE in the Real estate, acting as an infinite agent in and as the One. Any creative endeavor involves an alchemist stirring up a beginningless/endless, divine evolutionary brew. When an artist paints, they have an internal vector of an idea regarding what they intend their final product to Be. But, because their Art has a Life of its own, they know that ultimately, all they can do is to put their consciousness feverishly online because they are eager to see what happens.
A painting’s—or any manifestation’s—goal cannot Really be known until it can be spoken of in past tense. Even then, the “final” painting remains a big unknown. As it hangs in a gallery, every observer brings their unique consciousness and observational skills to it. The painting, for them, even as it was for the artist, is a launching pad for their currently enjoying consciousness vector. The divine Mother uses the artwork to caress them with a colorized semblance of infinite possibility. Even the same person, viewing the work repeatedly, will find themSelves as a brand new blooming each time because the consciousness they bring to THAT observational moment is unique.
Consciousness, as the Great Unknowing cascade, provides the One, in and as all of its instances, with opportunistic arrays. These mandalas incite alchemists to momentary joy. Manifest objects punctuate THAT flow. Every “thing” perception reports exhilarates alchemical Self-realization. Each instance is one of Ma’s angels delivering a new angle to Her body, inciting alchemical Soul to the oohs and aahs of Ma’s Love making fondles. Cuddle by cuddle, alchemical, attentive awareness grows ever more intimately close as Ma’s kindest regard.
I AM embracing You
Fuller than full can be.
Ebbing, sighing seas
Undulate you free.
I AM breathing the resplendent tale,
Who’s blend disrobes our misty froth.
Rehearsing, aghast, we play our Name,
Bare as Living flame.
Excluding Our dreamt upon capture,
We accelerate Love’s intimate blooming.
Concordantly in Shiva’s dance
We effect all phantom surcease.
Every Moment Solves an Alchemical equation
By definition, an equation purports two formations or conceptions as equivalent. An alchemical equation takes this a step further. It asserts that two apparently different energy configurations are identically equal: I AM THAT I AM. That is, a moment’s alchemical equation involves One Living Being actively assimilating two apparently different forms to evolve their blend as a more inclusive instance of the One.
Thus, the equations of alchemical consciousness signal an evanescent blooming. In this evolutionary mode, the I AM Presence vanishes duality and implements a revelatory node in antahkarana, which extends the One’s holographically fulfilling reach. You, as an instance of this magical show, emcee its cascading multiversal plenum NOW. I don’t know about you, but I stand flabbergasted in awe of THAT Life pronouncing my I AM Name every moment. That my dinky babbling brook of an awareness is, in fact, oceanic leaves me mouth agape speechless, a reveler in the Great Great Silence.
Yes, yes, yes. Feel free to FEEL Loved; for, every alchemical equation You engage through your everyday life progressing IS the divine Mother’s personally tendered caress.
Alchemy’s Dancing Femininity
Isabel Allende describes Lola Montez, who staged herself in the ambiance of alchemical femininity. It is unlikely that she was conscious of this, but she rendered her dance act powerfully archetypal by tying into the Self-urging provenance of infinite mystery. She resonated the divine Mother’s biggest lie in her audiences by punctuating their time with her as an instance of the One’s “Who am I NOW?” everlasting quest. Her dancing was like THAT of Ma’s seven veils, whose purpose is always to reveal just enough to bloom the One’s own omnipresent yearning. Allende writes:
“Lola Montez (1821-1861), the celebrated courtesan at whose feet crowned kings and bankers threw themselves and their fortunes, created a spider dance she called the tarantula, which inflamed her spectators with mad desire. She passed herself off as an aristocratic Spanish dancer, although she knew nothing about dance and nothing about her was Spanish, but what she lacked in talent and Castilian blood, she made up for in self-assurance. With the fury of her castanets, the blur of her tapping heels, and the witchery of her lies, she created her own legend. (Why do I identify with this woman?) In private, Lola Montez used the raptures of the tarantula as a pretext for removing her veils; she never, however, committed the error of disrobing completely. She preferred to display her charms amidst clouds of lace that enhanced a glimmer of skin and disguised the imperfections of her body.”
Ma, too, never commits the mistake of completely disrobing. She leaves it up to Her partners to reveal All as their personal bare wire Love. Matter of fact, Love, even completely unclad, retains surrender’s own wiring. “Ultimate” nudity is a misnomer. The void is but existentialist nonsense. Even the Great Great Silence and nirvana host cyclicity, albeit but implicitly whispering as the One’s Self-transcendent, mysteriously Living latency.
I share the above description of Montez’s tarantula dance because I wish to inspire your consciousness to dance likewise, to impart your own alchemically Self-assured, Living enthusiasm to me. My Lord’s Supper craves Your flavorful, attentive, spicy grace. It matters not how distant we may seem to be. As One, we mutually drink each other’s ambiance.
Life excites me. Yet, like a heavenly Father, I always want more. My Beloved unspeakably transfixes me. My Lover I AM THAT I AM exudes my intimacies so thoroughly as to spin atomic worlds each moment unto multiversal satisfaction. And yet…still, I yearn.
The One’s Self-urging Gift I AM THAT I AM
Each moment that You, Naming THAT lovely geometric I AM THAT I AM blend, induce the One’s face to suffuse Your own, a fiery world glistens in Your eye. Yes, yes, yes. THAT indelible, Soul-stirring twinkle presents Your alchemical pizzazz as the Cosmic Eraser doing-in all of maya’s portentous pretending.
You know how moths, drawn to the flame, are consumed physszzzt! Well, waddayaknow? The moth also draws the flame into the One’s All-consuming Presence to be consumed, not physszzzt! but I AM THAT I AM. The fiery One rejoices in the mothy maya so fully engrossed—literally—because every unique instance of itSelf breaks It clean out of omnijail into the stormy lightning’s wondrous pizzazz.
The Alchemical Sound of One Hand Clapping
Life, irrespective of its 3D-denizen doings, assumes awareness alchemically processing the One as consciousness. Its Presence empowers divine Love’s twin flaming vital attraction solely to re-cognize its unitary Selfhood. THAT Self-Identifying, re-cognizing echo I AM THAT I AM recapitulates the whole big-banging cosmic shebang each timeless/spaceless moment. THAT sounds the One’s hand clapping. THAT sound comprises standing compression waves coagulating consciousness as perceptive, shapely mandala. The One’s consciousness, operating through agents like you and me, claps THAT one hand as infinite mystery cascades through us.
The shapely cosmos that this creates is not spatially symmetrical. That is, the far-flung lay of the land reflects the conscious free choice of its alchemical creators. On the other hand, perfect symmetry does exist—as above, so below—through consciousness realizing Selfhood’s particularity of the One.
NOW meditate upon your alchemical BEING: You ARE cosmos creating stable Being as infinite mystery’s one hand; clapping shapely possibilities, cascading their Self-urging provenance timelessly/spacelessly, dispersed holographically throughout the One’s Self-realizing antahkarana. Feel yourSelf She-banging out the entire plenary cosmos as your momentary consciousness. You ARE the greatest show in earth; One THAT, which You never want to lackadaisically miss.
The alchemical Consciousness Transform
The scope of what “you” consider to be “your” consciousness extends far beyond the apparent turner of your miniscule single world to Being the turner of an apparent multitude of worlds. As an alchemical consciousness transform, You convert your identity from being self-centered to Being a sans-centered, infinite, divinely evolving ocean. Your consciousness translates from possessing some semblance of a notion of what’s happening “here” to One Who knows only the Self-urging provenance of infinite mystery’s Presence. In the Zen milieu, Your awareness translates from perceptivity to BEING. Real spiritual progress involves resolving the paradox of an individual viewpoint’s omnipresent Reality.
Since, there’s no phantom “you” to perceive any “thing,” I AM THAT I AM consciousness Names and in-forms each timelessly plenary instance of All Life mysteriously cascading. THAT timeless cascade urges Selfhood on, not as a polyglot, but as Ma’s birth of a fully formed disclosure of Her Living Son/Daughter. THAT Tai Chi instance prospers the entire spiritual Hierarchy, worlds without beginning or end. No beginning, because consciousness supposedly choosing to express one opportunity or another is Really Life holographically expressing ALL opportunity instantaneously as antahkarana.
Only a fledgling consciousness—who has not completed the “Maya of False Conception Anonymous Twelve-Step Program,” who has not assumed the One’s fully-fledged anonymity—allows the maya of false conception to magnetize it to the notion of being a doer.
Real consciousness, an agency of the mysterious One, alchemically engaging Life I AM THAT I AM, finds cosmic comfort in the Self-urging provenance of infinite mystery’s sourceless, cascading feminine caress.
An instant’s free choice involves no differentiating “this” from “that,” and then gluing some sore-thumb notion of a pipsqueak self to “one” or the “other.” No, no, no. Free choice involves consciousness in victory. Not in a victory over any “thing,” but in surrendering the sense of separation. This sensibility focuses consciousness enjoying the All as antahkarana’s ever-evolving Soul Art. Free choice, along with consciousness skillfully bringing about Soul Art, inhales Brahma’s breath as Individualized Beauty: the Bright Energy of Alpha United To You.
[Now, slow down to a near halt, because this is immensely important.] Free choice ALWAYS finds Selfhood in the field of antahkarana. Free choice assumes a viewpoint therein. But—now, get this unforgettably—THAT choice, Being holographic in nature, ALWAYS comprises the Living Presence of the infinite One. Get this paradox. Even though human consciousness artfully chooses a particular water-of-Life current, that particularity remains an infinite plenum being instantaneously expressed and enjoyed as universally blossoming Soul Art. That is, free choice does not involve separatively differentiating objects. Instead, it involves focusing within a cascading field of viewpoints, each of which purport the infinite Life of the One’s unbounded, oceanic Presence.
Human cognizance relates to THAT ocean as ever-expanding. But, in Reality, it NEVER expands because the One’s expression ALWAYS imputes a pointillistic array of opportunity to consciousness, each point of which is infinitely qualified. That is, consciousness processes apparent, in-formed imagery imbued with infinite ambiance. Real perceptivity is like looking at the surface details of an infinitely deep ocean with the ability to appreciate its infinite depth through and through.
Such paradox only befuddles human brains. The One’s paradoxical I AM THAT I AM straight knowledge really befuddles no One. Divine Individuality’s magic of maya embraces Ma’s paradoxical twin flaming Presence so intimately that Life BE-comes the One overcoming rigid god, aghast, seeing Ma. Ma’s unfounded ecstasy shouts I AM THAT I AM as the still small voice of the Great Great Silence. THAT trembles in awe of the infinite One: li’l old you.
Alchemists Anchor Heaven on Earth
DNA holds the entirety of a person’s constitution. RNA builds the specific proteins that constitute the formats of a person’s constituent physical parts. Messenger RNA is like a computer program with instructions that bring about RNA and its ability to draw upon/activate the portions of DNA needed to reproduce the cells composing a particular organ or the cells of any body part.
An alchemist’s role is to attune their consciousness divinely, in such a manner that will produce messenger RNA to program a celestial light body right here on Earth. Attuning consciousness in and as the One, I AM THAT I AM, brings about such a heaven-on-Earth transformation that can ultimately bloom as infinity’s own Self-transcending rainbow body.
Doing It My Way
An ancient “Book of Giants” was discovered in the Qumran cave. That book reveals that in antediluvian times, Earth hosted Nephilim—those who fell from heaven. These were powerful angelic manipulators of life, who misused divine energy tragically. One of those fallen ones was called Mahway, who stood in opposition to the Divine One resident in humanity.
“The Nephilim became conscious that their violent behavior threatens them an unavoidable destruction. This scared them to ask Enoch to speak for themselves in front of God.
“The manuscript begins describing how the Nephilim had a deviant way to treat anything that lived on Earth. But, they soon started having predicting dreams of their doomsday and feared for their life.
“First of them to have such a dream was Mahway, the Titan son of the angel Barakel. Namely, in his dream, he saw a sinking tablet into the water.
“When the tablet emerged, all three names were washed away. This signifies the Flood and the consequent destruction of all but Noah’s sons.”
I recall Frank Sinatra’s famous song in which he sings, “I did it my way.” True, that can be taken to endorse one’s unique divine Selfhood. But, more often, human nature will ignore that as one’s unrepeatable Beauty, and rather ignorantly take it as a harkening to fallen humanity’s prideful sense of separation. That mimics the self-destructive Mahway approach to life. It’s certainly much better to Self-realize that of yourself you can do nothing; that only the One IS. BE an alchemist, purely an agent of the One. Eschew fallen estate methods that choose to do life Mahway style.
The Infinite Bloom of Radiant Light
Unlike the Mahway, humble consciousness aligned with Shiva’s resonant, cyclic coordination with the zero point cosmic mean sustains cascading in-formation radiating the Self-urging provenance of infinite mystery. As light oscillates the waves composing Real imagery, it crosses THAT zero point twice per cycle, at zero and 180 degrees. Victorious alchemists develop the skill to center their consciousness, not in their imaginary, dream particularities, but as Shiva’s dance partner effusing light’s Holy Spirited Great Unknowing. THAT renders Beauty sacred, for the Destroyer only destroys NOTHING.
BEING, too pure to acknowledge sore thumb impositions upon Life, never succumbs to their fallen-estate rigamarole. Real manifestation purveys Only Love, only light, only sacred fire to find the victorious alchemist enrobed in the King of kings’ ever-new diaphanous clothes. Nobly entwining the union of twin flaming Self-realized Beauty, the One alchemist translates leaden density into steps upon Life’s golden ladder, as consciousness cyclically false summits the spiritual Hierarchy’s infinitely magnetic mountains.
Yes, yes, yes. Each moment can BE a mountaintop experience, exhilarating the One through each of Life’s antahkarana instances. Each of us substantiate THAT One as our daily lives stroll about doing NOTHING in particular.
Eternally Exhilarating Happiness
Master Godfre has described eternity as the flowing dawn. THAT ever-new, enlightening thrill awakens You to even the most apparently banal proceeding as a zingy treat. Timelessness fairly carbonates Life’s waters. Drink in THAT spritzer momentarily, and You will find glee in thee and me. Imbibing THAT infinitely sweet, mysterious nectar gushing in Your heart and omnipresently in All surfaces the One’s alchemically yearning “finality.” THAT arranges Your freedom as the birdlike HUM sealing Your personal OM MANI PADME. Winging above and beyond the maya of false conception, Your own hearty joy, as Avalokiteshvara’s innermost compassionate heart, enfolds All.
 Isabel Allende, Aphrodite (New York: HarperCollins, 1998), p. 57.
 A hologram captures the superposition of an infinity of waves upon an image surface, such as individual consciousness. Those waves arise from the infinity of point sources composing the object being holographed.