CrystalGeezer
My secret's my enzyme.
I’ve become tired explaining this stuff because life isn’t easy being crazy or whatever. You walk around all day thinking about this stuff after living 20 years in seclusion without realizing you were in seclusion reading about symbolism crap, then you start to see signs and have to read all of those, then there’s this whole, Trollfriend/TrollFoe thing, mix it with some weird magic stuff, talking to animals, yearning for a man everyone tells you is gay who you can’t contact all the while maintaining a normal life in the midst of weirdos, and it’s pretty much a recipe for exhaustion. But gosh darn it, I think this stuff is important and I want you guys to consider it for a moment. I’m sad that I have to put this is “the Sty,” but the nature of the event is sty related, oh yeah, and there’s stuff I can’t really talk about AND I‘m under the impression I‘m being used. So in short, I’m crabby but I wrote some ideas down and feel free to call me crazy I don’t care, but please consider for a moment that what I’m saying is true. I honestly don’t have time to make shit up, I’m reporting what God says is the case, just go with it.
What is a hermetic androgyne?
Whatever you do, DON’T google it to find the answer. Anyone who claims to be one or to knows what it is is pretending they know what they’re talking about and pretty much everything on the internet regarding it is crappola. One single person can not be a hermetic androgyne, not to be confused with androgyny which I’m lead to believe there are many androgynous people. A hermetic androgyne is a gift from God. It’s two people on one path living hermetically sealed from each other. In a way, pretty much all religious icons can be traced back to hermetic androgyne history, the most descriptive case of it can be read in a tract called the “Rosarium philosophorum” from 1550, and other places I haven’t found yet. It’s alchemical in origin, but there’s more to it then alchemy, you kind of have to be picked to be a part of one. Anyway, to make a long story short, Morrissey is half of one and as you might conclude, but I have no recourse to say for certain because HE has to tell me it is the case, his other half’s name has the initials C.G. on the internet.
A hermetic androgyne, or HA, when they work together, make a statement in symbols in our culture. If you follow rock and roll and popular culture over the last 50 years, their story has been told and predicted. It’s kinda like Gods story, but not hidden in tomes in the Vatican, but in plain view. God can be present on TMZ just as easily as he can be felt in a cathedral, but in symbols. I can’t go into all that now because it would take YEARS to fully convince one to embrace this idea and learn how to read it, but for the sake of this argument I’ll go over some of the basics. The male aspect of the HA is represented by the sun. As you can easily deduce, the female is represented by the moon. Morrissey is the male half, but he easily slips into the female half despite occupying a male body. The thing about the moon though is that, like in nature, her truth is dimly lit. You can see clearly in the daytime, but at night even under a full moon, what you percieve mingles with shadows. It’s the curse of being a woman, but her mystery is hidden in the power she conceals at night. She is like the King of evening time, you know, when thugs and hooligans are out doing naughty things because they can get away with it at night, whereas in the Sun’s brightness, it’s more difficult to pull off a trick because the truth is evident. The thing about Morrissey that’s so special in “Symbology Land” is that he’s both, so when a thug at a concert throws a bottle at him, visible clues or “cosmic” footprints are left behind that detect the nature of the aggressor, the clues show up in his inherent male, sunny aspect even though he occupies a feminine place at the time of the attack. When I say “nature of the aggressor” I mean the “cosmic” origin of the act itself. I was going to go into detail of where it came from utilizing a very important clip from the Steve Martin movie, LA Story (chapter 7, Moz’s head is the bullet that doesn’t go bad) but to go into that story is complicated and laborious and I’d lose you in the inanity of it all. Instead I’d like to show the phenomenon of Trolls Helping In A Good Way, which takes a lot of patience to appreciate but I hope you enjoy nontheless. And there’s some Jesus stuff in it too, so there’s a little bit for everyone.
SO a number of weeks ago I engaged in a personal chat session with this guy called The Draize Train, not in solo chat, but on a yahoo chat on a night when I was lonely and for some reason nobody was talking. I’m always cautious with strangers and was warned about this guy, but not until after we chatted a bit. He seemed okay, kinda passive aggressive. At the risk of violating some TOS thing about talking about privately exchanged personal stuff, I’ll just say he acted kinda trolly but polite. I don’t imagine I’ll get in trouble for saying that since he’s already established that he’s got issues. Anyway, to make a long story short, I told him at one point that it would be interesting to meet him. I know, I don’t know why, I just did. Sometimes I’m guided by a voice and say stuff that even I don’t understand at the time. So a few weeks goes by, a bunch of massive cosmic stuff takes place, Morrissey passes out on stage, tons of commotion and fear, blah, blah, blah but everything’s in check, I feel he’s safe, he “tells” me he’s okay, no big deal. Now one of the important things to keep in mind about hermetic androgyneness is that it usually presents itself on a stage in front of an audience, and usually it’s an anomaly. It could be a sporting event where a call is questioned about a ball that doesn’t just bounce on the field, but on the field in the middle of the “O” painted on it marking the alchemical sign of the sun. In Morrissey’s case, it’s a little more special because he’s person in question, so it’s a little bit more emotional. So at the moment that some Liverpudlian Troll throws a bottle of water at his head, our favorite internet troll TDT, posts the following thread:
http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=104844
If you watch the video in question, it’s of a drunk French man (or a frog) opening a bottle of wine using his shoe. Now ignore all the stuff I wrote there, it’s important, but in a different category. What’s important is the topic of wine. It’s Eucharistic Symbolism. Wine is Christ’s blood, right? But the reason why Christ’s blood is so important in Christain Symbolism, (that a lot of people don’t and shouldn’t have to understand) is that it’s the blood of a womb. It’s reproductive blood, or menstrual blood. It’s the feminine aspect of Christ’s existence, the bread representing the male aspect of Christ. (TMI, but I got a dumb…just imagine…down south at the moment because I‘m the boy now ) So in TDT’s thread, he attacks whom? Perhaps the sweetest, most neutral yet informed and loved poster on this forum, EPBabe. Hermetic Androgyne symbolism relies on parallels being drawn. So in Liverpool a troll attacks Morrissey with a water bottle. At the same moment, a troll attack Epbabe with an insult involving wine. Other than being sweet, what is EPBabe now?
Pregnant.
At that moment, EPBabe and Morrissey were united in symbol and she helped him by being a victim of a simultaneous parallel attack, align his symbolic truth with that of the most awesome feminine mystery known to man, the ability to reproduce. In essence, Morrissey was as feminine a man can ever get while on that stage, the proof of which evident by a Hungarian fan on the other side of the continent putting up with the verbal end of a very big statement. For the last two days Big G has been spelling this out for me through bird poop and laundry to tell you now.
So what does this mean? It probably means that Morrissey likes underboob.
Okay, any questions? I’m sure I’ll think of more later but I want to go watch television now. Kthx.
What is a hermetic androgyne?
Whatever you do, DON’T google it to find the answer. Anyone who claims to be one or to knows what it is is pretending they know what they’re talking about and pretty much everything on the internet regarding it is crappola. One single person can not be a hermetic androgyne, not to be confused with androgyny which I’m lead to believe there are many androgynous people. A hermetic androgyne is a gift from God. It’s two people on one path living hermetically sealed from each other. In a way, pretty much all religious icons can be traced back to hermetic androgyne history, the most descriptive case of it can be read in a tract called the “Rosarium philosophorum” from 1550, and other places I haven’t found yet. It’s alchemical in origin, but there’s more to it then alchemy, you kind of have to be picked to be a part of one. Anyway, to make a long story short, Morrissey is half of one and as you might conclude, but I have no recourse to say for certain because HE has to tell me it is the case, his other half’s name has the initials C.G. on the internet.
A hermetic androgyne, or HA, when they work together, make a statement in symbols in our culture. If you follow rock and roll and popular culture over the last 50 years, their story has been told and predicted. It’s kinda like Gods story, but not hidden in tomes in the Vatican, but in plain view. God can be present on TMZ just as easily as he can be felt in a cathedral, but in symbols. I can’t go into all that now because it would take YEARS to fully convince one to embrace this idea and learn how to read it, but for the sake of this argument I’ll go over some of the basics. The male aspect of the HA is represented by the sun. As you can easily deduce, the female is represented by the moon. Morrissey is the male half, but he easily slips into the female half despite occupying a male body. The thing about the moon though is that, like in nature, her truth is dimly lit. You can see clearly in the daytime, but at night even under a full moon, what you percieve mingles with shadows. It’s the curse of being a woman, but her mystery is hidden in the power she conceals at night. She is like the King of evening time, you know, when thugs and hooligans are out doing naughty things because they can get away with it at night, whereas in the Sun’s brightness, it’s more difficult to pull off a trick because the truth is evident. The thing about Morrissey that’s so special in “Symbology Land” is that he’s both, so when a thug at a concert throws a bottle at him, visible clues or “cosmic” footprints are left behind that detect the nature of the aggressor, the clues show up in his inherent male, sunny aspect even though he occupies a feminine place at the time of the attack. When I say “nature of the aggressor” I mean the “cosmic” origin of the act itself. I was going to go into detail of where it came from utilizing a very important clip from the Steve Martin movie, LA Story (chapter 7, Moz’s head is the bullet that doesn’t go bad) but to go into that story is complicated and laborious and I’d lose you in the inanity of it all. Instead I’d like to show the phenomenon of Trolls Helping In A Good Way, which takes a lot of patience to appreciate but I hope you enjoy nontheless. And there’s some Jesus stuff in it too, so there’s a little bit for everyone.
SO a number of weeks ago I engaged in a personal chat session with this guy called The Draize Train, not in solo chat, but on a yahoo chat on a night when I was lonely and for some reason nobody was talking. I’m always cautious with strangers and was warned about this guy, but not until after we chatted a bit. He seemed okay, kinda passive aggressive. At the risk of violating some TOS thing about talking about privately exchanged personal stuff, I’ll just say he acted kinda trolly but polite. I don’t imagine I’ll get in trouble for saying that since he’s already established that he’s got issues. Anyway, to make a long story short, I told him at one point that it would be interesting to meet him. I know, I don’t know why, I just did. Sometimes I’m guided by a voice and say stuff that even I don’t understand at the time. So a few weeks goes by, a bunch of massive cosmic stuff takes place, Morrissey passes out on stage, tons of commotion and fear, blah, blah, blah but everything’s in check, I feel he’s safe, he “tells” me he’s okay, no big deal. Now one of the important things to keep in mind about hermetic androgyneness is that it usually presents itself on a stage in front of an audience, and usually it’s an anomaly. It could be a sporting event where a call is questioned about a ball that doesn’t just bounce on the field, but on the field in the middle of the “O” painted on it marking the alchemical sign of the sun. In Morrissey’s case, it’s a little more special because he’s person in question, so it’s a little bit more emotional. So at the moment that some Liverpudlian Troll throws a bottle of water at his head, our favorite internet troll TDT, posts the following thread:
http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=104844
If you watch the video in question, it’s of a drunk French man (or a frog) opening a bottle of wine using his shoe. Now ignore all the stuff I wrote there, it’s important, but in a different category. What’s important is the topic of wine. It’s Eucharistic Symbolism. Wine is Christ’s blood, right? But the reason why Christ’s blood is so important in Christain Symbolism, (that a lot of people don’t and shouldn’t have to understand) is that it’s the blood of a womb. It’s reproductive blood, or menstrual blood. It’s the feminine aspect of Christ’s existence, the bread representing the male aspect of Christ. (TMI, but I got a dumb…just imagine…down south at the moment because I‘m the boy now ) So in TDT’s thread, he attacks whom? Perhaps the sweetest, most neutral yet informed and loved poster on this forum, EPBabe. Hermetic Androgyne symbolism relies on parallels being drawn. So in Liverpool a troll attacks Morrissey with a water bottle. At the same moment, a troll attack Epbabe with an insult involving wine. Other than being sweet, what is EPBabe now?
Pregnant.
At that moment, EPBabe and Morrissey were united in symbol and she helped him by being a victim of a simultaneous parallel attack, align his symbolic truth with that of the most awesome feminine mystery known to man, the ability to reproduce. In essence, Morrissey was as feminine a man can ever get while on that stage, the proof of which evident by a Hungarian fan on the other side of the continent putting up with the verbal end of a very big statement. For the last two days Big G has been spelling this out for me through bird poop and laundry to tell you now.
So what does this mean? It probably means that Morrissey likes underboob.
Okay, any questions? I’m sure I’ll think of more later but I want to go watch television now. Kthx.