SOCRATES : DEATH BED !
“Crito, I owe the sacrifice of a rooster to Asklepios. Will you pay debt and not neglect to do so.” Socrates' last words
Socrates’ Heart went cold, nerves stiffened, sold into afterlife by vial of hemlock, no tear shed, no flinching
just a question : how do I do this ?
then cheerily drank ~ in death as uncompromising as he lived
charged : ushering in god-man, Asklepios, who, four centuries earlier than Christ, raised others from the dead
Socrates took leave, forever sanctified in Logos, the Socratic method imbuing Western Philosophy, an eagle of moral logic, wide winged, talons a crown
stoic against State hate, TruthTorch
Rulers would not accede tower thoughtforms
courageous visionary drank concoction, freezing body-heart, labelled insane, a giant never mundane, power ordained
we cringe in grieved disbelief at calculated extinguishing of rare brilliance, yet like later Christ, Socrates ceded to fleshlessness in holy containment
as patterns crumble, visionaries fumble not, do not mumble at Changing of Guards, when regeneration is due they know Death ensues
surrendering to cessation, preparing to leave avatar, his appeal ardent was to only mourn dialogues started without forlorn
Praise and Rejoice ! his penetrating gaze raised humanity’s bar without faze
the method of rational deduction lives, sift grit from gravel to liquid gold until NOTHING is left, next : stand firm before any furnace, rifle, ridicule, jealousy or untruth in naked Spirit to Spirit, so crows the sacrificed rooster uncrooked
no dull instruction was Socrates’ last lines, ringing through destinies as frequency divine alpha sacrifice, beta rooster, gamma Asklepios, delta neglect not to pay debts ~ rooster, sign of death-incubation-renewal, tapestries Asklepios, symbol of sacrificial healing, denotes what needs to be done for everyone !
GLORY to Socrates’ illustrious mind delivering a significant deathbed iconograph from sacral depths; truth is timeless, pricelessly cyclical
cocks sleep, rise, glimmer in red, green, gold
crow loudly from rooftops, if you please, scatter feathery sigils with ease
Asklepios ! gentle balm for humankind
life to death is death to life : body-ego is temporary, in death itself do we rise, as eight hundred miles away, on another timeline, Jesus affirmed : soul is eternal
words ebb and flow, colloquy births logic
Rise and Fall
Healing is obligated
Dues payable
Uphold LOGOS !
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