A single flame smolders before the impending fire. Smoke signals a warning to souls attuned higher.
Forces move in, others flow out, the long rumblings of havoc suddenly erupt, removing all doubt.
Ash rains down on those stuck in the muck and the mire. Structures collapse in a societal pyre. The inevitable special effects of believing in the decieving of the liars.
Deceptions live in a world of the inspirationally blind, holding all keys in hand, but having no vision to see, no insight to unlock the infinite possibility. The Light is shining but the dense do not see, the laser optics are focused on the material reality.
Potentially the doorway to the ether, Fire, In the alchemical process, burns away the gross matter to push open that door, daring the alchemist to cross the threshold of Indra, of Zeus, or Thor. The schock of dragons and hissing of demons streams in the background as the sounds of gods roar.
Gasping for Air, the breath of inspiration breathes a distilled life into the fire, and the ether condenses, as a warm breath on a very cold day. Victory? or defeat?
Alchemists have been interpreted as believing that electricity is the condensation of ether. And I think a thunderous vibration applauds the victory, the heavenly feat.
The gods share the secrets, the ancients explored, the wicked depleted, the wise deplored.
The moderns lacking the intelligence of lore? Still holding the keys? Opening? or closing the doors?
silent flames smolders ...smoke sounds the alarm -but if ignored
The Sirens of Titan leave the poor human soul unexplored ...
CONSCIOUSNESS ELECTRICITY ALCHEMY
