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Then tell your friend to go back to 'little school' ... and maybe you should join him ? The following phenomena has been observed for a few thousand years ; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dV0h68YU0iQ

What ! No astronaut never took a pocket camera and snapped one off ?

Nah ! That is a condensation of the archetypal resultant of specific trees here is a picture of the prima materia of wood Or .... prima materia could be Names assigned to the Prima Materia in Ruland's 1612 alchemical dictionary, Lexicon alchemiae sive dictionarium alchemistarum.[9] Microcosmos The Philosophical Stone The Eagle Stone Water of Life Venom Poison Chamber Spirit Medicine Heaven Clouds Nebula or Fog Dew Shade Moon Stella Signata and Lucifer Permanent Water Fiery and Burning Water Salt of Nitre and Saltpetre Lye Bride, Spouse, Mother, Eve Pure and Uncontaminated Virgin Milk of Virgin, or the Fig Boiling Milk Honey A Spiritual Blood Bath A Syrup Vinegar Lead Tin Sulphur of Nature Spittle of the Moon Ore The Serpent The Dragon Marble, Crystal, Glass Scottish Gem Urine Magnesia Magnet White Ethesia White Moisture White Smoke Dung Metallic Entity Mercury The Soul and Heaven of the Elements The Matter of all Forms Tartar of the Philosophers Dissolved Refuse The Rainbow Indian Gold Heart of the Sun Chaos Venus I dont think I get the point here. If I pour out BD 500 in a field 'it' wont grow, the grass will and it will be transformed by the substance. If you take one of your preparations it wont grow inside you to replicate the substance but you will grow and be transformed. Preparation 500, 501 are dissolved with water , from the viewpoint of science, this is 'just water' but to a BDer it is 'alive' and not 'dead' . Half a year ... over winter for manure based 500 and over summer for quartz based 501. (of course there is a 3rd main one - 3rd principle) based on clay . I can detect it , however I may be biased towards that interpretation. Its still a manual operation , the equipment is different . There are times in both processes where manual operation is required but also, non, its patience, then that is required while the 'natural processes' go about their work And if you peek inside the substance (500 ) there are all these strange little creatures inside the 'alembic' doing a lot of the work for you At one stage 500 is full of tiny little microscopic black bugs, then black and white then more white ones ... I havent seen any red ones in it though Something about that gardener isnt right

What 'resolute ending question ' ? You quoted my statement and referred to some question ? ? ? I would say that the most powerful is the 'imagination' - the seat of the soul . and the 'will' of unconscious drives and desires that effect what we believe is our conscious ( or chosen) will .

... that is t-shirt material !

... and hopefully, your ancestors are still going to be born all through that arrangement, as if anything changes, you might not exist ... even though you did and went back and changed things so you didnt, so therefor could not have in the first place and ...... .... ... hang on .... I'll get back to you on this later ....

Sweet ... can I watch them after you dump all this on them .... and see who they make the 'burning man' out of I am guessing it will be 'that new strange guy '

yes, and I will add that what I consider alchemy is not purely spiritual . For me, it has to have a practical and beneficial outcome (.as I consider even 'purely spiritual' systems should as well. Yes, thanks for correcting my general, brief and somewhat slack terms . I should have said ' non processed metals * or even ' metallic reactive vessels ' . Two principles seemed to be at the bottom of this ; the metals may react with the substance and change it ( a good glass water drinking bottle is different from a lead one ) , this crosses over to 'fumes' , especially petro-chemical ... which are considered 'Ahrimanic' , that is, they disperse or negate the 'spiritual' energy now encapsulted within the substances. Then there is also the idea that these substances give off some type of energy that does the same as the above but on a non-material level. For example, I much prefer to work with ( even making tea ) simple earthen ware vessels. When I do work with metals ( not alchemically, but smelting and crystallizing ) I still have to do it in a stainless steel crucible to get the best results. For me, in essence, it is being able to 'get' ( or 'separate' ) the 'spirit' of a special substance and put it into a medium that can hold it. It's qualities should then be able to be transferred , in some way, into the receiving substance so that is transformed into 'spiritual substance', or energized with it. The resultant substance should be beneficial . I agree with the bold as, it might be a substance that looks like another but behaves differently . ... only if you didnt understand the process . If the ' stone' can transmute other stones by 'touch' alone, the 2nd stone is 'transformed' . I suppose one could say the old stone died ? But, no ... you dont have to dig up your garden and burn and calcify it to transform it. In this system, most of the stages are already done by nature. In the case of treating a field for grazing ; There is grass. That gets 'destroyed' by the cow eating it. All the processes circulate inside the cow, though its chambers and stomachs. Then we get manure. The first substance. ( pauses until clamor passes " Not this old , first matter is shit thing again ! " ..... I can post the textual refs if any one wants them, that leads to this particular conclusion ) ...... The the substance is collected, and the process is repeated outside of the cow, using the horn as an alembic and the earth burial as 'Mary's bath' , nature is the laboratory . When this matter has been changed into 'gold' it is preserved as a 'stone', in some cases it is made of stone where quartz crystal replaces the manure ). When needed the stone is 'dissolved' in 'special water' and the water, now containing the 'spirit' of the substance is spread onto fields, increasing the nourishment of the grass ( and , as they say, the 'nature spirits' as well ) .... which the cows then eat and devour / destroy .... etc . Increasing the energy and vitality at each round or cycle. Now some of these processes might seem 'out of order' ... but they also seem like that when comparing some texts ... perhaps as they were written in flamboyant symbolic imagery, they also cut and pasted a bit ? Oh ... BD gardens are very 'pretty' ... here, have some BD rhubarb ; Or how about a little tiddle http://biodynamics.net.au/best-biodynamic-wine-in-the-world/ We are not that far apart ... my lab is in nature. Thank you for your contribution

Kurt Vonnegut came up with the solution in 'The Big Space Fuck' In 1987 it became possible in the United States of America for a young person to sue his parents for the way he had been raised. He could take them to court and make them pay money and even serve jail terms for serious mistakes they made when he was just a helpless little kid. This was not only an effort to achieve justice but to discourage reproduction, since there wasn’t anything much to eat any more. Abortions were free. In fact, any woman who volunteered for one got her choice of a bathroom scale or a table lamp. In 1989, America staged the Big Space Fuck, which was a serious effort to make sure that human life would continue to exist somewhere in the Universe, since it certainly couldn’t continue much longer on Earth. Everything had turned to shit and beer cans and old automobiles and Clorox bottles. An interesting thing happened in the Hawaiian Islands, where they had been throwing trash down extinct volcanoes for years: a couple of the volcanoes all of a sudden spit it all back up. And so on. This was a period of great permissiveness in matters of language, so even the President was saying shit and fuck and so on, without anybody’s feeling threatened or taking offense. It was perfectly OK. He called the Space Fuck a Space Fuck and so did everybody else. It was a rocket ship with eight-hundred pounds of freeze dried jizzum in its nose. It was going to fired at the Andromeda Galazy, two-million light years away. The ship was named the Arthur C. Clarke, in honor of a famous space pioneer. It was to be fired at midnight on the Fourth of July. At ten o’clock that night, Dwayne Hooblere and his wife Grace were watching the countdown on television in the living room of their modest home in Elk Harbor, Ohio, on the shore of what used to be Lake Erie. Lake Erie was almost solid sewage now. there were man-eating lampreys in there thirty-eight feet long. Dwayne was a guard in the Ohio Adult Correctional Institution, which was two miles away. His hobby was making birdhouses out of Clorox bottles. He went on making them and hanging them around his yard, even though there weren’t any birds any more. Dwayne and Grace marveled at a film demonstration of how jizzum had been freeze-dried for the trip. A small beaker of the stuff, which had been contributed by the head of the Mathematics Department at the University of Chicago, was flash-frozen. Then it was placed under a bell jar and the air was exhausted from the jar. The air evanesced, leaving a fine white powder. The powder certainly didn’t look like much, and Dwayne Hoobler said so– but there were several hundred million sperm cells in there, in suspended animation. The original contribution, an average contribution, had been two cubic centimeters. There was enough powder, Dwayne estimated out loud, to clog the eye of a needle. And eight hundred pounds of the stuff would soon be on its way to Andromeda. “Fuck you, Andromeda,” said Dwayne, and he wasn’t being coarse. He was echoing billboards and stickers all over town. Other signs said, “Andromeda, We Love You,” and “Earth has the Hots for Andromeda,” and so on. There was a knock on the door, and an old friend of the family, the County Sheriff, simultaneously let himself in. “How are you, you old motherfucker?” said Dwayne. “Can’t complain, shitface,” said the Sheriff, and they joshed back and forth like that for a while. Grace chuckled, enjoying their wit. She wouldn’t have chuckled so richly, however, if she had been a little more observant. She might have noticed that the sheriff’s jocularity was very much on the surface. Underneath, he had something troubling on his mind. She might have noticed, too, that he had legal papers in his hand. “Sit down, you silly old fart,” said Dwayne, ” and watch Andromeda get the surprise of her life.” “The way I understand it,” the sheriff replied, “I’d have to sit there for more than two-million years. My old lady might wonder what’s become of me.” He was a lot smarter than Dwayne. He had jizzum on the Arthur C. Clarke, and Dwayne didn’t. You had to have an I.Q. of over 115 to have your jizzum accepted. there were certain exceptions to this: if you were a good athlete or could play a musical instrument or paint pictures, but Dwayne didn’t qualify in any of those ways, either. He had hoped that birdhouse-makers might be entitled to special consideration, but this turned out not to be the case. The Director of the New York Philharmonic, on the other hand, was entitled to contribute a whole quart, if he wanted to. he was sixty-eight years old. Dwayne was forty-two. There was an old astronaut on the television now. He was saying that he sure wished he could go where his jizzum was going. But he would sit at home instead, with his memories and a glass of Tang. Tang used to be the official drink of the astronauts. It was a freeze-dried orangeade. “Maybe you haven’t got two million years,” said Dwayne, ” but you’ve got at least five minutes. Sit thee doon.” “What I’m here for–” said the sheriff, and he let his unhappiness show, “is something I customarily do standing up.” Dwayne and Grace were sincerely puzzled. They didn’t have the least idea what was coming next. Here is what it was: the sheriff handed each of them a subpoena, and he said, “It’s my sad duty to inform you that your daughter, Wanda June, has accused you of ruining her when she was a child.” Dwayne and Grace were thunderstruck. They knew that Wanda June was twenty-one now and entitled to sue, but they certainly hadn’t expected her to do so. She was in New York City and when they congratulated her about her birthday on the telephone, in fact, one of the things Grace had said was, “Well, you can sue us now, honeybunch, if you want to”. Grace was so sure she and Dwayne had been good parents that she could laugh when she went on, “If you want to, you can send your rotten old parents off to jail.” Wanda June was an only child, incidentally. She had come close to having some siblings, but Grace had had them aborted. Grace had taken three table lamps and a bathroom scale instead. “What does she say we did wrong?” Grace asked the sheriff. “There’s a seperate list of charges inside each of your subpoenas, ” he said. And he couldn’t look his wretched old friends in the eye, so he looked at the television instead. A scientist there was explaining why Andromeda had been selected as a target. There were at least eighty-seven chrono-synclastic infundibulae, time warps, between Earth and the Andromeda Galaxy. If the Arthur C. Clarke passed through any one of them, the ship and its load would be multiplied a trillion times, and would appear everywhere throughout space and time. “If there’s any fecundity anywhere in the Universe, ” the scientist promised, “our seed will find it and bloom.” One of the most depressing things about the space program so far, of course, was that it had demonstrated that fecundity was one hell of a long way off, if anywhere. Dumb people like Dwayne and Grace, and even fairly smart people like the sheriff, had been encouraged to believe that there was hospitality out there, and that Earth was just a piece of shit to use as a launching platform. Now Earth really was a piece of shit, and it was beginning to dawn on even dumb people that it might be the only inhabitable planet human beings would ever find. Grace was in tears over being sued by her daughter, and the list of charges she was reading was broken into multiple images by the tears. “Oh God, oh God, oh God—” she said, “she’s talking about things I forgot all about, but she never forgot a thing. She’s talking about something that happened when she was only four years old.” Dwayne was reading charges against himself, so he didn’t ask Grace what awful thing she was supposed to have done when Wanda June was only four, but here it was: Poor little Wanda June drew pretty pictures with a crayon all over the new living-room wallpaper to make her mother happy. Her mother blew up and spanked her instead. Since that day, Wanda June claimed, she had not been able to look at any sort of art materials without trembling like a leaf and break-ing out into cold sweats. “Thus was I deprived,” Wanda June’s lawyer had her say, “of a brilliant and lucrative career in the arts.” Dwayne meanwhile was learning that he had ruined his daughter’s opportunities for what her lawyer called an “ad-vantageous marriage and the comfort and love therefrom.” Dwayne had done this, supposedly, by being half in the bag whenever a suitor came to call. Also, he was often stripped to the waist when he answered the door, but still had on his cartridge belt and his revolver. She was even able to name a lover her father had lost for her: John L. Newcomb, who had finally married somebody else. He had a very good job now. He was in command of the security force at an arsenal out in South Dakota, where they stockpiled cholera and bubonic plague. The sheriff had still more bad news to deliver, and he knew he would have an opportunity to deliver it soon enough. Poor Dwayne and Grace were bound to ask him, “What made her do this to us?” The answer to that question would be more bad news, which was that Wanda June was in jail, charged with being the head of a shoplifting ring. The only way she could avoid prison was to prove that everything she was and did was her parents’ fault. Meanwhile, Senator Flem Snopes of Mississippi, Chair-man of the Senate Space Committee, had appeared on the television screen. He was very happy about the Big Space Fuck, and he said it had been what the American space program had been aiming toward all along. He was proud, he said, that the United States had seen fit to locate the biggest jizzum-freezing plant in his “l’il ol’ home town,” which was Mayhew. The word “jizzum” had an interesting history, by the way. It was as old as “fuck” and “shit” and so on, but it continued to be excluded from dictionaries, long after the others were let in. This was because so many people wanted it to remain a truly magic word—the only one left. And when the United States announced that it was going to do a truly magical thing, was going to fire sperm at the Andromeda Galaxy, the populace corrected its government. Their collective unconscious announced that it was time for the last magic word to come into the open. They insisted that sperm was nothing to fire at another galaxy. Only jizzum would do. So the Government began using that word, and it did something that had never been done before, either: it standardized the way the word was spelled. The man who was interviewing Senator Snopes asked him to stand up so everybody could get a good look at his cod-piece, which the Senator did. Codpieces were very much in fashion, and many men were wearing codpieces in the shape of rocket ships, in honor of the Big Space Fuck. These cus-tomarily had the letters “ U.S.A.” embroidered on the shaft. Senator Snopes’ shaft, however, bore the Stars and Bars of the Confederacy. This led the conversation into the area of heraldry in general, and the interviewer reminded the Senator of his campaign to eliminate the bald eagle as the national bird. The Senator explained that he didn’t like to have his country represented by a creature that obviously hadn’t been able to cut the mustard in modern times. Asked to name a creature that had been able to cut the mustard, the Senator did better than that: he named two—the lamprey and the bloodworm. And, unbeknownst to him or to anybody, lampreys were finding the Great Lakes too vile and noxious even for them. While all the human beings were in their houses, watching the Big Space Fuck, lam-preys were squirming out of the ooze and onto land. Some of them were nearly as long and thick as the Arthur C. Clarke. And Grace Hoobler tore her wet eyes from what she had been reading, and she asked the sheriff the question he had been dreading to hear: “What made her do this to us?” The sheriff told her, and then he cried out against cruel Fate, too. “This is the most horrible duty I ever had to carry out—” he said brokenly, “to deliver news this heartbreaking to friends as close as you two are—On a night that’s supposed to be the most joyful night in the history of mankind.” He left sobbing, and stumbled right into the mouth of a lamprey. The lamprey ate him immediately, but not before he screamed. Dwayne and Grace Hoobler rushed outside to see what the screaming was about, and the lamprey ate them, too. It was ironical that their television set continued to report the countdown, even though they weren’t around any more to see or hear or care. “Nine!” said a voice. And then, “Eight!” And then, “Seven!” And so on. - from 'Palm Sunday'.

Yes, but, as valuable as it is, this is your opinion ... many people see and focus more on a magical psychological spiritual side of alchemy. As you probably know, I use it for agriculture . There it definitely uses 'extracts of plants' but the extract is done by an entirely different and ( to some ) 'non alchemical' process, and avoids the use of metals. I know some will find that fascinating and other will rail against that as not alchemy at all ( in their opinion ) IMO the alchemical use of plants and metals is but one way of showing, defining and experimenting with an alchemical process .... it is the process that is important and that can be used and interpreted in a variety of ways.

Smile ? [ S M I2 L E ] - its been a while since I got into that . I tend to get more into the Exo-psychology side. I personally dont buy the SM ( Sapce migration ) but I do buy I2 ( intelligence increase) ... the life extension ... to a degree but not to the extent at all where R A Wilson ( a proponent of SMILE ) had his murdered daughters head frozen (thats all they could afford ) in hope of a future 'resurrection science' . My own view has become ' indigenously shamanic ' ; when I die I go back to earth . Even the doctor picked it up in me ( "I can put you on medication for it, but it will make you feel like crap and will only extend your life for a few years .... in a hospital bed. You seem like the type that wont want that, and when the time comes, just wander off into the bush. " ) He sure read me right ! I am no immortalist . As far as Leary's own life extension goes .... I will leave that up to the individual to decide. Curious ... as he was dead ... while he was still alive

I have noticed a great similarity .... in my limited perspective ... but then I tend to do that; seek what is common in divergent systems. Going back to the sexual aspect, there is also a large tradition of this within context of the western 'magical' tradition ( I hesitate to use the modern term 'Sex Magic' ) ... I would not recommend many modern books on that, but there is a wealth of interesting though 'rare and obscure' material before the flood of stuff that seemed to have come on the tail of the Crowley and the 'eastern invasion' during the 70's . ( Ida Craddock , P.B. Randolph, The brotherhood of Eluis , etc . ) http://www.idacraddock.com/intro.html http://hermetic.com/sabazius/randolph.htm ( In the strange world of Cowboy Western Platonists, meet table rapping spiritualists, meet post Victorian 'sex magicians' ) https://newtopiamagazine.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/thomas-johnson-platonism-meets-sex-magic-on-the-prairie/ The original aim of magical sexual practice ( as above - in the west ) was entirely different ... originally it was to help create a happy healthy family with 'spiritual' children, bought into this world with magical intention . (That has to be better than accidentally getting pregnant { or getting someone pregnant } after drinking too much and having sex in front of a blaring TV ) I got ... why study western occultism ? It all comes from Blavatsky and she learnt off lamas ... just go straight to them ... cut out all this mistaken middle stuff One dynamic I found , I got on heaps better with the few visiting monks or lamas I have run into than with their followers. Back to tantra being magical, I noticed that many of my western magical implements have eastern counterparts .... especially when considering the whole range of western ones , as in an evocative rite. I was talking about this to some 'high up' Buddhists that run a center here and were waiting for the arrival of an important lama. I was talking about the use of the 'magical dagger' and comparing it to a phurba (which they were not sure about ) but they had a dorje on the altar . I said; well, what do you use that for ? They seemed horrified at the suggestion ... non of them use it ! It just sits there as a symbol. Lama may take it up and use it 'a bit '. What when he uses it a 'lot' in 'magical operation'. That was high lama business, they said and didnt concern them ... nor me < looks down nose at me > "Really ? Its somewhat the opposite in western magic ... the practitioner uses the tools straight off , sometimes, the first practice is to make or acquire the first basic 4. " ... more horrified looks ... whatever. The the lama arrived, we all did our things, latter I had the same conversation with the lama over tea and bikkies. He didnt mind at all, and seemed to find the conversation and comparisons interesting, at times he noticed a difference, or corrected me on a Tibetan ritual implement usage. The followers seemed shitty about that. Another time - this time the lama came to our place, he really gave them a serve ! ( I am not sure the followers noticed ) At the end I asked him questions, we talked, laughed a bit, he was a great guy. Later, some followers approached me a bit pissed off and said I was far to casual with him, I should have been more respectful ... mhe , Lama didnt seem to mind at all ... he seemed to like jokes and laughing.

Hence my comment ; we are already on a self sustaining space ship

Ummm .... guys 1. the sun will stay with us for heating. 2. The sun is already zooming along on a path through space and taking us with it ... @ 70,000 Km/hr.

No ... it already is a space ship .... it moves through space really fast ( with its power drive, the Sun ) and is an enclosed self replicating system. You cant actually get a better space ship for transporting people across space .

Victorian people had a few tatts

Just curious .... did you pick a handful and wipe ... or did you

I hope ya gotta gun to protect that toilet paper ?

First demonstration of a gun ! http://aso.gov.au/titles/documentaries/first-contact/clip1/ (link may not work for outside Oz ? ) https://vimeo.com/51548963 - This one is 'First Contact' . The NG part of the Travelers in Time doco, ( first plane arrives @ 33:15 - a bit later , a phonograph ! I remember the early pidgin 'word' used to describe the first piano ever taken there; " You sit 'im, big table, hit black and white, fellah inside him sing out nice " . ) another part was the American Indians ... amazing ! I remember one scene , a narrow cliff path, the horses and men in single file, the horses absolutely packed with photographic glass plates. A horse slips and goes over the edge and the horse and hundreds of original first contact photographs plunge to the bottom of the gorge in a shower of fractured glass - lost forever !

Sorry to harp on the Aussieoriginals, but this is my experience ; 1. yes, they would have had excellent but specific immune systems .... which may lead to ; 2. After you impress them playing spotlight with your torch, they may all drop dead from influenza . 3. Ooooooo shiny ! - you betchya Anyone seen 'Travellers in Time" ? It is the first films ever made of various indigenous peoples. Its quiet amazing; in the one in New Guinea , they even have a verbal record ; Some tribesman (going on my memory) ; " They ( the white men) were sitting around the fire and they didnt seem to notice 'the thing' . It was shining like the sun, next to the fire and I could see the fire inside of it. So I slowly moved closer to it until I could stretch out my hand towards it, it didnt burn it, so I moved closer. I thought, if I touched it, I might die, but this was my chance, if I could get it, I would be like no one else. The white men looked away, and I snatched it up and hid it . It didnt burn me. Then I left the fire and went away to look at the thing. The next day I wove it into my head dress as the center piece. It was the best head dress in the village, and now the 'thing' was mine. - it was a discarded lid off a jam tin. I have also seen an early head dress decorated with exotic bird feathers and a piece of a 'Wheet-bix' packet as the center piece.

Ohhhh ... I see ... this is an 'impress the savage with my God like technology' ego thread No - I was actually going to take the metal and axes for them , not for my own survival . I guess I must have been 'adversely ' conditioned by the reality of visiting 'stone age' people ( no, that wasn't an insult .... they choose to have a little camp like that away from everything .. still, they can get your car going when you cant . They can still make good stone axes , used for special purposes and ceremonies and in the traditional camp (no modern technology... but the other camp, where white fellas are allowed to stay , mod cons are appreciated ) .

http://www.lifesaversystems.com/

You probably already know, but sometimes it is so obvious it is missed ; http://www.sacred-texts.com/alc/emerald.htm

R T , how would you define 'tantra' generally then , as a term ? I thought the literal interpretation of the word was 'text' ? I use the term generally to define a system that utilizes various complexities and stimulus - in short , magical technology; color, sound, movement, regalia, implements, rites and ritual, etc. as opposed to an 'austere' or 'bare' system that seems to aim at 'pure consciousness' - 'without the trappings' - One example is in Japan , Shinto seems like the first and some forms of Zen the second. I am not sure where I picked up this concept from ? regardless, I have long held the view that 'tantra' is a system that is much wider in scope than the 'sexuality' that modern fascination seems to have attached to it.

Here they are at work turning a Martian into a boulder