Picaflor - An Opal Squid in the Temple of the Ivory Monkfish | Текст песни

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Deep within the Temple of the Ivory Monkfish it was as though a curtain had slowly parted. There was a black and white old dusty movie universal counting leader counting down from seven to one inside of a circle as a line extending from the center of the screen to its perimeter revolved clockwise releasing baby hair thin streams of light one by one until all could scarcely behold the radiant illuminated spectacle drowning out the light of sun, moon, and stars! Never before had they beheld such naked splendor! The boundless majik of this luminous radiance and the limitless mystery of this clear emptiness! As the tribe removed their hands from in front of their eyes and slowly opened up their tightly closed lids, they instantly became aware of a shape amidst the blinding solar queen of all solar queens! At first it was but a simple shape, nothing more than a shadowy symmetrical silhouette against a background of radiant luminance, an eternally infinite sea of light. Suddenly the mystery was revealed!

Seated upon a mother-of-pearl hourglass in a full lotus asana was none other than an animated multidimensional holographic image of the great sorceress known as the Opal Squid, the Divine Holy Whore of the Tantric Temple herself! Behind her head a blazing halo of firefly-filled rainbow light; in the center of her forehead between the eyes a twinkling diamond bindi; The retinas of her eyes a Mandelbrot set zoom sequence. The mother-of-pearl hourglass was filled with little white grains of sand, each of which, upon closer inspection, was in the shape of a mother-of-pearl hourglass filled with little white grains of sand in the shape of a mother of pearl hourglass. Upon each of the hourglasses was yet another appearance of the Divine Sacred Slut!

In her human form, one of a countless number of forms that she might assume at any given instant, her long flowing skirt, colorful thin transparent veils, and dangling silver jewelry remind me of a place and time where spirituality reigns supreme over the institution of organized religion. Her undulating movements and billowing color changes remind me of the very undulating movements and billowing color changes of the universe itself. The powerful urge to unite with her is the impulse to unite with the Great Mother herself, the great vaginal gate to the womb of everything and nothing! Her symphony of jangling jewelry reminds me of the music that is forever unfolding within me, desperately seeking an entrance into the world through this ancient cosmic portal. My intense attraction to her reminds me of the most pure and innocent love, bursting with the primal sexual attraction of young adolescent lust.

For countless aeons I have awoken each day with the desire and fear that our paths will cross yet again for she is the keeper of a sacred gate, an illicit or forbidden gate. She is the serpent who offers up to me the forbidden fruit. Perhaps she is the forbidden fruit itself and it is her self that she is offering up as I stand here at the threshold of what appears to be a profound inner evolutionary transformation. The name itself has come to signify the catalyst of this very change of which I speak. She is the sorceress who is the dweller on the threshold of the bottomless abyss that awaits with jaws agape in anticipation of consuming everything that is left of the false image that I have always believed myself to be.

The shining eternally infinite radiant clarity at the core of her being is the great magnetic attractor. How few of us actually get to know ourselves and one another at a depth beyond the level of the false image of who we really are? Is it not most often the case that who or what we long to unite with is not the central featureless core but rather it is the vast intricate and delicately weaved threads of an ornately patterned tapestry? A vast multidimensional web-like fabric of myriad lights, shadows, colors, and textures made up of thoughts, words, and actions wrapped tightly around the deeply hidden mysterious glo

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