Pineal Gnosis
The worst lie
is the one you tell yourself.
The greatest lie
is the belief in that construct
of the mind
that you have an actual self
to lie to.
Truth is empty of the notion of you.
A lie is nothing but you.
Look to the pinecone,
the open cone,
look from that third eye
that spirit-sight gave to you
then hid
in the mechanical madness of the brain.
That gland set there like a prismatic jewel
in the grey matter of illusion
wherein dark is brighter than light.
Those who understand the symbiology
of gnosis
will not need to name it
other than that gateway
to that Higher Self
of your Godhead.
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