I made #Music with a #synth and the #Popupiano, specifically its chord pad, which plays a bass note, a chord, and an inversion, depending on where you press one of the six pads. If you own #Logic and know #Alchemy, you can easily recognize my preset-based laziness. 1/2

If your outer life mirrors your inner order, what change would shift both at once? #LawOfCorrespondence #AsAboveSoBelow #AncientWisdom #Hermeticism #Plato #Plotinus #SacredGeometry #Alchemy #InnerOrder #Balance #SelfStudy #AncientAndAlive
https://spiritulality.stayingalive.in/inspiring-harmony/the-law-of-correspondence.html

If your outer life mirrors your inner order, what change would shift both at once? #LawOfCorrespondence #AsAboveSoBelow #AncientWisdom #Hermeticism #Plato #Plotinus #SacredGeometry #Alchemy #InnerOrder #Balance #SelfStudy #AncientAndAlive
https://spiritulality.stayingalive.in/inspiring-harmony/the-law-of-correspondence.html

Permanence du vocabulaire : cette bijoutière parle de "Liver of sulfur" (*sulfates de potassium), un oxydant très efficace pour donner une patine aux bijoux.
#histchem #alchemy #histsci
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liver_of_sulfur
https://youtube.com/shorts/15oT7FkhIjM?si=WJV2_cGfqPaFuy6u

Dear Friends of a quarter of a century ago, :google_emoji_kitchen_skull_and_tulip_mashup:

In those simpler days. Most of us were either born yesterday or tomorrow or outside of the mainstream.
Luckily we followed many leads, especially if we were operative alchemists, weirdlings or friends with wizards and dakini, heretics and other outsiders. :agummyhug:

Fortunately some of us are still around to spread Miss or MX informed opinions. For example now that I have been practicing in cults, banned or unpopular regions and religions I can confirm that:

* Saying something or reading it, does not make it untrue or even true
* If you have made your mind up, it is no longer a plasticine mind but a [insert certainty of choice]
* No matter how hard you try for the foreseeable future you will not be a womble

#Wombles #Alchemy #Wizards #Religion

⚜️ ⚧️ ☪️

https://web.archive.org/web/20090626122256/http://www.cyber-shaktipat.org/relax/arc/

Mint Chocolate and Shadows

Chapter 5: The Alchemy of Shadows

The hidden drawer in the hearth of the Mint Chocolate House did not contain a simple map. That would have been too pedestrian for a mind as labyrinthine as Sir Alistair Finch’s. Instead, we found a collection of translucent vellum sheets, brittle with age, covered in what appeared to be nonsense: botanical sketches of deadly nightshade overlaying architectural diagrams of Speranza’s sewer system, and chemical formulas for synthetic diamonds written in the margins of a recipe for ganache.

“It is chaos,” Anna whispered, the steam from her earlier espresso seeming to have evaporated into the cold tension of the room. “Just scrawls and madness.”

“No,” I corrected, adjusting my glasses as Toe, my black cat, jumped onto the table and placed a paw precisely on a sketch of a Datura flower. “It is not madness. It is a transparency cipher. Marisa, bring the light.”

Marisa, pale but steady, brought a heavy kerosene lamp from the counter. When we held the vellum sheets up against the flame, layering them one over the other, the chaotic lines merged. The botanical sketches faded, and the architectural lines aligned to form a perfect, three-dimensional geometry of a specific object.

It was not a building. It was a humidifier. specifically, the grand, walk-in humidor at Altea’s Cigars House.

“The gear,” I murmured, pulling the brass cog we had found in the poisoned snuff box from my pocket. “It wasn’t a piece of the Raven’s Kiss dagger. It is a key for a different lock entirely.”

Suddenly, the scent of almonds—the cyanide trace from the box—hit me with a new, terrifying realization. I grabbed the snuff box and scraped a tiny amount of the crystalline powder onto the table. “Altea, do you have any lemon juice? Or vinegar?”

“I have a lime for the cocktails,” Altea replied, confused but handing me the fruit.

I squeezed a drop onto the white powder. It hissed violently, turning a vibrant, shocking violet.

“It’s not cyanide,” I breathed, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. “It’s a reactants-based dye, used in the 19th century to mark fools’ gold. The poison was a bluff. A distraction to keep us looking for a killer while the thief walked right past us.”

“The thief?” Anna asked.

“The man in the gray coat,” I said, the realization dawning like a cold sunrise. “He didn’t have a limp because he was injured. He walked with a heavy step because he was carrying something incredibly dense in his lining. He didn’t bring the box to threaten us. He brought it to trigger us. He needed us to find the notes. He needed us to solve the puzzle he couldn’t.”

A crash echoed from the street outside—the sound of breaking glass. It came from the direction of the Cigars House.

“He’s already there,” I said, blowing out the lamp. “And he’s waiting for us to bring him the gear.”

Chapter 6: The Smoke and the Mirrors

We moved through the back alleys of Speranza, avoiding the main cobblestone streets bathed in moonlight. Ashwaganda, usually a creature of kinetic chaos, moved low to the ground, a silent orange streak leading the way. The air grew heavier as we approached Altea’s shop, thick with the scent of unlit tobacco and aged cedar.

The front door of the Cigars House was ajar, the glass pane shattered. Inside, the shop was a cavern of shadows. The moonlight caught the drifting smoke—not from cigars, but from a small canister rolling on the floor, releasing a disorienting, white fog.

“Stay close,” I whispered to my friends. “He wants the gear. He won’t strike until he sees it.”

We pushed through the fog into the back room, where the massive walk-in humidor stood. It was a masterpiece of engineering, lined with Spanish cedar and temperature-controlled dials. Standing before it, silhouetted against the faint light of the streetlamps outside, was the figure in the gray coat.

He turned. The limp was gone. In his hand, he held a heavy, silenced pistol. But it wasn’t the courier we had interrogated at the Coffee Taverna. It was Inspector Salomone.

The shock was physical, a punch to the gut. The weary, cynical policeman who had dismissed my theories for years stood there with a cold, calculating smile.

“Dr. Hopes,” Salomone said, his voice stripped of its usual fatigue. “I knew you couldn’t resist a puzzle. You and your wretched cats are better than any hound.”

“The courier…” I started.

“A hired actor,” Salomone scoffed. “Paid to tremble and deliver a prop. I needed you to find the location. Sir Alistair’s notes were too encoded for a simple policeman, but for a doctor with a penchant for history? Child’s play.” He extended his hand. “The gear, Moira. Now.”

Altea stepped forward, her eyes blazing. “You monitored us? You betrayed the village?”

“I protected this village from boredom for twenty years,” Salomone snapped. “Do you know what is inside this humidor? It is not just cigars. Sir Alistair didn’t trust banks. He trusted climate control. The ‘Star of Speranza’ isn’t a diamond, Altea. It is a seed. The last viable seed of the Silphium plant, thought extinct since Roman times. Worth more than any diamond. A botanical miracle that could rewrite history—and make its owner a billionaire.”

He raised the gun. “The gear.”

I held up the small brass cog. My mind raced, flipping through the pages of Days of your Dreams. ‘When the enemy seeks the time, give him the bell, not the clapper.’

“Catch,” I said, and tossed the gear high into the air, towards the open door of the humidor.

Salomone’s greed was a reflex. He lunged for it, his eyes tracking the glint of brass. In that split second, Toe dropped from the top of the humidor shelves. He didn’t aim for the man. He aimed for the open canister of fog Salomone had kicked aside.

With a precise swat, the black cat sent the canister spinning between Salomone’s legs. The Inspector stumbled, his shot going wild, shattering a jar of Cuban Leafs.

Chapter 7: The Sweetest Trap

“Now!” I screamed.

Marisa, fueled by adrenaline, grabbed a heavy jar of rock candy from a display shelf and hurled it. It wasn’t a precise throw, but it was effective. The jar smashed against the humidity controls, releasing a pressurized blast of water vapor designed to keep the cigars moist.

The room instantly turned into a blinding white cloud. Salomone roared, firing blindly into the mist.

“The floor!” Anna shouted, pulling a lever near the counter. It was the trapdoor to the cellar, usually used for coal deliveries.

Salomone, disoriented and blinded by the steam and fog, took a step back to steady his aim. His heel caught on the edge of the open trapdoor. There was no scream, just a surprised grunt and the heavy thud of a body hitting the coal pile twelve feet below.

Altea slammed the trapdoor shut and threw the iron bolt.

Silence returned to the Cigars House, save for the hissing of the broken humidifier.

I leaned against the counter, shaking. Ashwaganda trotted over to the brass gear, which had landed safely on a velvet chair, and sat on it, purring loudly.

“Silphium,” Altea whispered, looking at the locked humidor. “He was willing to kill for a plant?”

“For the history,” I corrected, picking up the gear. “And for the power of being the one to bring it back.”

I walked to the humidor. The brass gear didn’t fit into the keyhole. It fit into a small, decorative ventilation grate near the floor—a cat-sized opening. I placed the gear onto a hidden spindle and turned it.

The floor of the humidor didn’t open. Instead, a small panel inside the wall slid back. There was no seed. There was no diamond.

Inside sat a single, dust-covered bottle of wine, labelled simply: Speranza, Year Zero.

Next to it was a final note from Sir Alistair:

“The Silphium was a myth I invented to test the greedy. The true treasure is the soil of this village, which grows friendship deeper than any root. Enjoy the vintage, ladies. It is the only one in existence.”

I looked at my friends—Altea, Anna, Marisa—covered in soot, steam, and chocolate dust.

“A myth?” Salomone’s muffled voice shouted from the cellar. “You mean I broke my leg for a metaphor?!”

I smiled, picking up the bottle. “It seems,” I said, channeling the finality of Hitchcock’s closing shots, “that the Inspector fell for the oldest trick in the book. Never trust a treasure map written by a man who loved stories more than gold.”

We left Salomone in the cellar for the real police to find. The night air was crisp, and as we walked back towards the Coffee Taverna to finally open the bottle, the stars above Speranza seemed to wink. Or perhaps it was just the reflection in the golden eyes of the cats, who knew all along that the best twists are the ones you never see coming.

FLOS MIRABILIS / ALICIA EN FLOR

#Emblematica #collage #alchemy #kabbalah #Pataphysics #Surrealism #Symbolism #nonsense #dada #Occulture

Chasing grails, philosopher’s stones, and time-travel dials makes bad cinema and worse history — a reminder that sometimes the real story is more interesting than the legend.
#History #Mythology #Archaeology #Film #PopCulture #CriticalThinking #IndianaJones #HolyGrail #Alchemy #MovieReview
https://pablohoneyfish.wordpress.com/2026/02/07/the-ontological-drift-of-sacred-artifacts-from-medieval-philology-to-cinematic-pseudo-history/

If thought shapes form, which ideas in your life deserve more care today? If mind shapes form, how careful are we with our daily thoughts?
Which ideas deserve more respect in your life? #Hermeticism #HermesTrismegistus #AncientWisdom #Alexandria #CorpusHermeticum #PrincipleOfMind #Platonism #Iamblichus #Plotinus #Renaissance #MarsilioFicino #GiordanoBruno #Alchemy #HistoryOfScience #MindAndMatter #PersonalAgency #LivingWisdom
https://medium.com/@skmohindroo9/the-8th-hermetic-principle-bef82fd8d33e

If thought shapes form, which ideas in your life deserve more care today? If mind shapes form, how careful are we with our daily thoughts?
Which ideas deserve more respect in your life? #Hermeticism #HermesTrismegistus #AncientWisdom #Alexandria #CorpusHermeticum #PrincipleOfMind #Platonism #Iamblichus #Plotinus #Renaissance #MarsilioFicino #GiordanoBruno #Alchemy #HistoryOfScience #MindAndMatter #PersonalAgency #LivingWisdom
https://medium.com/@skmohindroo9/the-8th-hermetic-principle-bef82fd8d33e

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If your Room is that boring you always can use one of Lucky Reality shift Salt-Bombs! Just use it careful and follow the bomb instruction! #Wolfaroart #TFEveryday #RealityShift #Alchemy #Accident #Bunny #Shifting #Growing #girth #Musclegain
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📣 I am happy and proud to announce Arpentor Studio's next game: ✨ Corpus et Spiritus ✨, an alchemy deckbuilder without combat!

You signed a pact with a Homunculus, and it was a bad idea… 👻

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Taoist Canon

This is also known as Daozang. It’s the largest canon of Taoist writings. It’s 1 of the most massive & complex religious compilations in human history. It has roughly 1,500 texts. It was first embodied by the Daodejing, Zhuangzi, & Liezi.

The canon was assembled by monds circa 400 CE in an attempt to bring together these disparate yet consonant teachings. This anthology consisted of 3 divisions (grottoes) based on what was seen at that time in Southern China as Taoism’s primary focus: meditation, ritual, & exorcism. These grottoes were ranked by skill level (exorcism is the lowest, meditation the highest) & used for the initiation of Taoist masters.

In addition to the 3 Grottoes, there were the “Four Supplements” that were added to the canon circa 500 CE. 3 were primarily sourced from the older core texts, with the other from a separate, established philosophical tradition known as Tianshi Dao.

Originally the Three Caverns & Four Supplements represented 3 distinct lineages of Daoism that emerged in Southern China.

The Three Caverns:

The Cavern of Authenticity (Dongzhen):

Contains texts of the Shangqing (Supreme Purity) tradition. This was considered the highest level of initiation, focusing on internal visualization, meditation, & “celestial travel.” (Think astral projection.)

The Cavern of Mystery (Dongxuan):

Contains texts of the Lingbao (Sacred Treasure) tradition. This tradition focused on communal rituals, liturgy, & the salvation of the dead.

The Cavern of Divinity (Dongshen):

Contains texts of the Sanhuang (Three Sovereigns) tradition. This was the lowest level, focusing on practical exorcisms, talismans, & warding off spirits.

Each of the 3 Grottoes contains the following 12 chapters:

• Main texts (Benwen)
• Talismans (Yujue)
• Diagrams & illustrations (Lingtu)
• Histories & genealogies (Pulu)
• Precepts (Jielu)
• Ceremonies (Weiyi)
• Rituals (Fangfa)
• Practices (Zhongshu)
• Biographies (Jizhuan)
• Hymns (Zansong)
• Memorials (Biaozou)

The Four Supplements:

As newer movements & the original “classical” texts needed to be integrated, 4 supplementary sections were added.

Great Mystery (Taixuan):

Centered on the Daodejing.

Great Peace (Taiping):

Based on the Taiping Jing (Scripture of Great Peace).

Great Purity (Taiqing):

Focused on Waidan (External Alchemy), such as the creation of elixirs.

Orthodox One (Zhengyi):

Dedicated to the Celestial Masters, the oldest organized Daoist movement.

As with most religious texts, the history of the Daozang is a story of imperial patronage & periodic destruction.

The 1st Catalog (471 CE): The scholar Lu Xiujing compiled the 1st comprehensive catalog of Daoist scriptures. He was the 1st to formalize the “Three Caverns” structure, effectively creating a unified Daoist identity to compete with the rising influence of Buddhism.

The Tang “Golden Age” (748 CE): Emperor Xuanzong (who claimed to be a descendant of Laozi) ordered the 1st official “Canon of the Kaiyuan Era.” Copies were distributed to state-sponsored abbeys across China.

The Song & the 1st Painting (1111-1118 CE): Under Emperor Huizong (a “Daoist Emperor”), the canon was 1st carved into woodblocks for painting. This allowed for wider distribution but also made it a target during wars.

The Mongol Destruction: During the Yuan Dynasty, the Mongol rulers favored Buddhism. After a series of debates between Daoists & Buddhists, the Mongols ordered the burning of the Daoist Canon in 1281. Only the Daodejing was officially spared.

The Ming Canon (1445 CE): The version we use today is the Zhengtong Daozang, compiled during the Ming Dynasty. It survived because it was safely housed in the White Cloud Temple (Baiyun Guan) in Beijing. While other copies were destroyed during the 1900 Boxer Rebellion & subsequent wars.

The Daozang is essentially an “encyclopedia of Chinese culture.” Because Daoism was so deeply integrated into every level of society, the canon records nowhere else:

• Science: It contains the world’s oldest descriptions of chemical reactions & metallurgical techniques (from alchemy).
• Medicine: Many texts describe the “inner landscape” of the body, which forms the basis for Traditional Chinese Medicine (TDM) & Qigong.
• Sociology: It documents the life of the common people (their fears of demons, their village rituals, & their hopes for immortality), which were often ignored by official Confucian court histories.

If you’re interested in looking at the texts yourself, the Zhonghua Daozang (2003) is a modern, punctuated edition that’s MUCH easier to read than the original Ming woodblock prints. Many of these are now being digitized by projects at the Chinese University of Hong Kong & several American research libraries.

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MEMORIA FILOSÓFICA DE NEPTUNO
(Neptuno enters Aries!)

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Pillola serale di #psicologia alchemica.

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