The Garden of Eve

I think if nobody ate the forbidden fruit, god wouldn’t have made the tree of knowledge. You don’t put a shiny toy in nursery school for the benefit of the adults supervising it. But you might put it there to see what the kids will do with it. Eve’s fate was sealed from the start because god saw her as a source of treachery through which adam could be corrupted, and we even see that story being echoed ithink if nobody ate the forbidden fruit, god wouldn’t have made the tree of knowledge. You don’t put a shiny toy in nursery school for the benefit of the adults supervising it. But you might put it there to see what the kids will do with it. Eve’s fate was sealed from the start because god saw her as a source of treachery through which adam could be corrupted.

perhaps, being created of adam’s rib had an unexpected side effect. without even trying, she’s already under his skin, and he can’t forget her. it provokes a desire that comes before human sensibilities and to which human sensibilities threaten to return. god faults adam for being decieved by eve, but also gave adam the lust to fall under her spell. not sure where her influence begins and his own desires end, it’s no wonder that the accusation of witchery became so popular.

maybe the serpent managed to speak to eve not because of her lack of judgement, but because of her ability to choose. Unlike adam, she was capable of defiance, but only through her did he go against his commandments. throughout history, woman have become like serpents – contorting themselves under the feet of mankind, trying not to be trampled. only in the night, in the moon, beyond the watchful eye of the light, was eve free to remember the knowledge she paid such a heavy price for back in the garden of eden.

she has been accused of using disguises, but only under disguise could she pass all these centuries with the fruit of the loom still hidden in her loins. like persephone, she was able to go to the underworld and return from the journey. her natural state of being is a form of magic, because she can create something almost entirely in the furnace of her belly; and her creation possessed a whole universe it brought forth with its existence. her progression in bearing a child mirrors the moon as it waxes and the earth that contains not only the roots of the tree, but the vessel from which any number of future trees could one day grow.

she has been called sinister because the underworld sees her as sacred. but she is the underworld, the land before time in the universe of her sons and daughters. she is the mother even of dragons, but she keeps her secrets in silence, mostly even from herself. they say only her body always remembers, and it is to this which most men are unwittingly drawn.

interestingly, it is through the darkness that we learn the endless facade of the light which is always wearing a mask of some kind. the things we fear that go bump in the night are never what they seem – ultimately, the face of our unknown monsters are revealed to be the unwanted shadows of ourselves, and the more of our energy we feed those aspects, the more they suck away from us. rarely are we willing to expose our nightmares as reflections, so we curse them and feed them our hatred. in doing so, we have long since forgotten our role in this exchange, only that death lives with darkness and monsters live behind closed closet doors, in caves and under the bed where they cannot be seen until everyone is asleep.

dragons don’t go looking for knights. they live in caves and tend to dwell mostly out of the sight of ordinary men. it is only extraordinary people that come across dragons, because there are very few dragons to find. they are certainly not going to come find us. if slaying one is synonymous with eternal glory, it entails every peril that power is worth. it is because the secret lies in the discovery the hero makes in order to overcome impossible odds. it is the moment of revelation that he realizes his eternal eternity, and the outcome that pales in comparison to the intention from which it sprang.

it is those moments that the hero understands his essence is a thread through which all human loneliness sews itself into others, all suffering as a choir of pain which causes everything living to scream – either in pleasure or in pain. the hero understands his victory belongs not to himself, but to the potential world that comes forth with the dawn. or he sinks further into the morass of false selves and illusions, forever seeking the self he wishes to see.

the proverbial fairy tale princess is not trapped in the tower because she can’t get out, but because she has never tried to leave. she assumes she must wait for the narrative of her life to unroll the red carpet and reveal her hero. but all it takes to begin the process of liberation is to realize that our actions are the prison of their own reward.

the isis that emerges is the isis of antimatter. the antithesis of sense, the formless aspect that has been forced into form. her gift is beyond giving, because she motivates the gift. she does not even realize herself in the moment she is becoming the most real. the earth is the ark of being in the endless vacuum of space. the distance from planet to planet seems endless in space because the body of time is our hidden labyrinth.

yet the treasure at the center of the riddle of the sphinx is not known by anybody, not even the sphinx….n the niche nobody/Woman of scars story where the nobody is seduced by a woman and betrayed to his enemies in the illuminati.

perhaps, being created of adam’s rib had an unexpected side effect. without even trying, she’s already under his skin, and he can’t forget her. it provokes a desire that comes before human sensibilities and to which human sensibilities threaten to return. god faults adam for being decieved by eve, but also gave adam the lust to fall under her spell. not sure where her influence begins and his own desires end, it’s no wonder that the accusation of witchery became so popular.
maybe the serpent managed to speak to eve not because of her lack of judgement, but because of her ability to choose. Unlike adam, she was capable of defiance, but only through her did he go against his commandments. throughout history, woman have become like serpents – contorting themselves under the feet of mankind, trying not to be trampled. only in the night, in the moon, beyond the watchful eye of the light, was eve free to remember the knowledge she paid such a heavy price for back in the garden of eden.
she has been accused of using disguises, but only under disguise could she pass all these centuries with the fruit of the loom still hidden in her loins. like persephone, she was able to go to the underworld and return from the journey. her natural state of being is a form of magic, because she can create something almost entirely in the furnace of her belly; and her creation possessed a whole universe it brought forth with its existence. her progression in bearing a child mirrors the moon as it waxes and the earth that contains not only the roots of the tree, but the vessel from which any number of future trees could one day grow.
she has been called sinister because the underworld sees her as sacred. but she is the underworld, the land before time in the universe of her sons and daughters. she is the mother even of dragons, but she keeps her secrets in silence, mostly even from herself. they say only her body always remembers, and it is to this which most men are unwittingly drawn.
interestingly, it is through the darkness that we learn the endless facade of the light which is always wearing a mask of some kind. the things we fear that go bump in the night are never what they seem – ultimately, the face of our unknown monsters are revealed to be the unwanted shadows of ourselves, and the more of our energy we feed those aspects, the more they suck away from us. rarely are we willing to expose our nightmares as reflections, so we curse them and feed them our hatred. in doing so, we have long since forgotten our role in this exchange, only that death lives with darkness and monsters live behind closed closet doors, in caves and under the bed where they cannot be seen until everyone is asleep.
dragons don’t go looking for knights. they live in caves and tend to dwell mostly out of the sight of ordinary men. it is only extraordinary people that come across dragons, because there are very few dragons to find. they are certainly not going to come find us. if slaying one is synonymous with eternal glory, it entails every peril that power is worth. it is because the secret lies in the discovery the hero makes in order to overcome impossible odds. it is the moment of revelation that he realizes his eternal eternity, and the outcome that pales in comparison to the intention from which it sprang.
it is those moments that the hero understands his essence is a thread through which all human loneliness sews itself into others, all suffering as a choir of pain which causes everything living to scream – either in pleasure or in pain. the hero understands his victory belongs not to himself, but to the potential world that comes forth with the dawn. or he sinks further into the morass of false selves and illusions, forever seeking the self he wishes to see.
the proverbial fairy tale princess is not trapped in the tower because she can’t get out, but because she has never tried to leave. she assumes she must wait for the narrative of her life to unroll the red carpet and reveal her hero. but all it takes to begin the process of liberation is to realize that our actions are the prison of their own reward.
the isis that emerges is the isis of antimatter. the antithesis of sense, the formless aspect that has been forced into form. her gift is beyond giving, because she motivates the gift. she does not even realize herself in the moment she is becoming the most real. the earth is the ark of being in the endless vacuum of space. the distance from planet to planet seems endless in space because the body of time is our hidden labyrinth.
yet the treasure at the center of the riddle of the sphinx is not known by anybody, not even the sphinx….

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