Upon digging into the ethereal realm. A good strong iron shovel at hand. Spiritually penetrating our inner selves. Breaking the pots of our never ending narcissistic enlargement. Descending down & down into the inferior regions of our outward life, down under all corporal imaging or personal or collective phantasmagoria. The more we dig, the deeper the great gap or chasm we make, ripping into the curtain show of this world’s outside worries. Still, on the public square in the middle of town the kids are doing kids’ things. Electricity is only a spectral indication of a lower energetic form, combusted. Combusting. A reactionary chemical propriety of what we would call the sign of living matter. The energetic consequence of the intimate intermolecular correlation of thriving individual animated things. Whether little or big. Eliphas Lévi thought it the Universal Agent of all things. The Universal Mercury. The Anima Mundi. The Mercurii Mundi. Paracelse’s AZOTH. Little do people know that there is neither an electrical form of anything nor substantial electrical entity, we could posit as absolutely existentially real or necessary. That would give birth to anything. Tesla knew this. But so did the many, & I mean many Alchemists of Antiquity. […]

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