Rise, Son, Rise

The daily sunrise is like a multiple orgasm emanating from the first rays of the sun’s creation. It is a seemingly physical representation of ecstatic interchange for the whole effect of Idea that will naturally sustain the Mind until the next one arises. 

We seem to live in a ‘subastral’ realm because we are not in sync with the continual refreshment of the original creation of the sun as it repeats with every sunrise. We created the subconsciousness and our social schedule that ignores the sunrise for other unknowable ‘gains’ compounds it. We could instead feel eternally refreshed.

The sun ultimately interchanges with the black hole, which contains the invisible seed pattern of the sun (the sun is the visible seed pattern). To be one with this interchange is qualitatively known as being one with the ecstatic rhythms of Divine Creativity. To be one with the sunrise vs man’s schedule is to rise above the subastral realm and ascend in quality to the ecstatic knowledge of this eternal interchange.

The pyramids of ancients aware of the qualitative nature of suns and black holes in eternal orgasm symbolize the worship of this eternal interchange. The downfall of any civilization is located in the hold of the bands of the social schedule that have tightened completely and blotted out all rays of ecstatic love-making. The train tracks, the subway tracks, the flight paths of man upholding the social schedule keep man in an ever compressing cocoon of darkness with no rhythmic interchange – no creative expression of Life, no climax of eternal Love until man is returned to the Earth as mere dust.

Man’s social schedule denies the power of the sunrise and entrains the mind to believe in and obey the demands of life in a subastral realm that is continually lacking truth and power.

We can instead enjoy every sunrise and allow our minds and bodies to be healed. We can put the sunrise in everything we do – the sparkle in the eye as one gazes upon another is the eternal sunrise’s reflection. The smile on the face that uplifts one’s features is a sunrise. The lilt in one’s lyrics is a sunrise in one’s speech. Fresh air through an open window into a stale room is a sunrise. Freshly harvested fruits and vegetables are a sunrise. There is no end to the ways man can simulate truth vs repeat falsehoods.

Instead of mentally repeating the dust-to-dust of the social schedule of the subastral realms of the subconsciousness, one can simulate the ecstatic interchange of the original Idea of creation as it exists in Reality, and rise, Son, rise.

Darcie French Aug 9, 2024