Jamie, agreed. Considering all these alchemical sources we could find, I only know about what is going inside of me.
I wouldn't ever have the gall to claim something I have experienced as green lion or red lion, however I do feel as if alchemy always result in the creation of a living self-conscious experience. It produces an organism, which has its lifetime and can be nourished or neglected.
Just different words to describe mystical states.
And perhaps some circles of people felt comfortable that they were relating an objective experience to each other.
I can say that Salvia is a very valuable tool for alchemy, but the alchemy itself is an experiment being done by a higher being. We participate in the result by making what preparations we can, we separate our dark from our light, (which is an eternal process on it's own level, but the toil is necessary.) we provide set and setting, the right conditions, and then inside of us a tree grows or we essentially animate dead material. Turning something dense into something brilliant.
I'll relate something from Lewis Carrol's fairy tale Sylvie and Bruno. He was definitely an alchemist. The following is a scene whet two fairies have a magic locket, after figuring out how to use it, they use it. And they ride a lion.
"was a happy thought. Up-and-down did it: and the landscape, which had been showing signs of mental aberration in various directions, returned to its normal condition of sobriety with the exception of a small yellowish-brown mouse, which continued to run wildly up and down the road, lashing its tail like a little lion. “Let’s follow it,” said Sylvie: and this also turned out a happy thought. The mouse at once settled down into a business-like jog-trot, with which we could easily keep pace. The only phenomenon, that gave me any uneasiness, was the rapid increase in the size of the little creature we were following, which became every moment more and more like a real lion. Soon the transformation was complete: and a noble lion stood patiently waiting for us to come up with it. No thought of fear seemed to occur to the children, who patted and stroked it as if it had been a Shetland-pony. “Help me up!” cried Bruno. And in another moment Sylvie had lifted him upon the broad back of the gentle beast, and seated herself behind him, pillion-fashion. Bruno took a good handful of mane in each hand, and made believe to guide this new kind of steed. “Gee-up!” seemed quite sufficient by way of verbal direction: the lion at once broke into an easy canter, and we soon found ourselves in the depths of the forest. I say ‘we,’ for I am certain that I accompanied them though how I managed to keep up with a cantering lion I am wholly unable to explain"
The few interesting things about this, is how the (transformed) lion is at first the size of a mouse, and then it grows until its large enough to carry the fairies. At the same time all of this is happening in the main characters dream.
The main character is dreaming but what he is experiencing in the dream is related to the Inner Alchemy Lewis Carrol was doing.
Lewis Carrol, whether or not he had done psychedelics was an old enough soul to learn how to do inner Alchemy.
He wasn't extreme about his inner alchemy, so he remained quite inconspicuous.
But he knew that whatever he was gaining by his inner work was not actually "his" to keep.
He goes very deep in this book, he shows using very subtle symbolism that he feels as if his whole life is a byproduct of the fruits of his inner alchemy. That essentially, some fairy children were experimenting, and the fruits of his work happened. So because the fruits of his work happened Lewis Carrol was imagined into existence by some fairy children !
A child in possession of a magic locket, experimented in various ways the proper way to rub it, because she forgot.
After rubbing the wrong way, and all the trees start marching up the hill and the river starts flowing with hot acid. So her brother suggests to rub it another way, which turns out to be the right way, and they produce a lion. And it grows out of mouse size, and when mature stands fully prepared to be ridden (like a mystical state manifesting)
And the narrator/observer is just experiencing all of this without a single idea how. Because lions move very fast. And the internal fairy child inside of us knows exactly how to approach this lion and ride it. She just has to rub her magic locket the right way. Which in our world means experiencing it be rubbed the wrong way a few times, and luckily the right way at some point.
And I can give an example of what the fairies rubbing the locket the right way in my world looks,
It looks like the work of an alchemists, who works to keep his sex energy pure (which is really a skill) and then when the right conditions manifest I ingest salvia, some harmalas, and all the while keep refining sexual energy.
Eventually the fairy children inside of me are ready to ride on a lion, and I experience a mystical state practically as an observer would watch two children ride a lion.
Thanks:lol:
