Don't get caught in the Rain,
Only to be struck by Lightning
And curse the Thunder.

For Oceans are beckoning,
Electric is waving,
Thunder is speaking;

The point is,
Pick up the torch.

For when fires are raging & spreading
You either lead, leave, or get burned.

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In the "mysteries" of "Dionysus,"
Or the philosophy of Apollo,
This means stand when you imbibe libations.
When/if you do drugs.

To better know how inebriated or intoxicated
You are or have become.
To properly imbibe them rather than be binded by them or blinded by them.

Similarly, such libations can cause sickness
Without moderation. Such things zap us
Of our relaxation, even stealing our tongue(s).

Hunting what the cause is -
Searching for the light in silence or by abstaining,
Can rebirth the (good) time
Of truth wrapped in/up.

We must ward off sickness;
About our troubles we must talk.



What made them philosophies to the Order(s),
Was the constants between cultures.
You could rattle off names of "Titans" & "Gods"
To easily communicate
Whatever was happening,
Readily understood by those initiated.

Very useful if you spoke different languages,
If it was not safe/was dangerous to talk in open/openness.

And what made them "mysteries"
Was that outside observers
Were left clueless
Unless they themselves had found the light/sawed through the darkness
Or hunted for the truth(s) of the matter(s).



It was a language of Philosophy,
The Philosophy of Language.

So you are all family -
How you treat them.

Disgusting. Shameful.
Savage. Uncaring.

In clouds of murky waters,
You who I swim towards.
In torrents I take you under,
In riptides of ripped thighs
Where only bones wash ashore.



Ateʰ-Sebek, Ihy-Ptah;
Suchus-Bacchus |
Ihy-Ptah/Orpheus-Peitho, Ateʰ-Sebek;
Schesmu/Zagreus, Harpocrates/Horus |
Kronos-Osiris, Toth-Uranus |
Shu-Skhmet, Ptah-Bastet

Have you yet made companions
Of Vulnerability & Confusion?
For they are the parents
Of Arrogance & Ignorance.
Whom foster the children
Compassion & Patience.
Who give birth
To Innocence & Logic.

Innocence & Logic,
Which grow to be
Virtue & Wisdom.
After the puberty of
Focus & Knowledge.

For what you were, you are (k)not;
For what you were not, you are naught.

This is the gift of the present & of presence,
You who are being & are a being.
Change is the promise of now,
With potentiality being the triumph of the Futures,
Which hinges up the fulcrum of your variability.

How you walk with fluctuations;
How you grow, adapt, & evolve.

The Future, as past now & at present is;
To control how you mutate,
To find meaning - which is already in existence -
To liberate your companion(s), Expression & Existence.

This is the way (,)
Of Evolution.

So many puddles;
There are the puddles of your planet,
There is an atmosphere of elements in vapors which puddle,
There is a heliosphere which puddles from forces like gravity -
So many degrees,
It staggers the mind to think.

Like oceans which ripple.
Like Electric arcing.
Like blades of grass growing.

Kronos to Atys,
Time to Humans;
Never reaching to grasp their true Nature,
Compassion & Patience.

Only when the waters recede
Is ever there patience,
Only when they flood
Is there ever compassion.

For you compromise all balance
And so you comprise limited liberation.

For, as you all 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 to be,
You are unworthy.