Kraken Class Integration · Your Mystic Zenith Journey (AU002)
⁘ Created: 2025-12-07 ⁘ Updated: 2025-12-11
Do you play games with Cthulhu on lazy afternoons? Is the backyard of Oblivion a favorite vacation spot? No? Well no matter then. We have tunings for those who stir the soup of being and becoming in their pressure cookers.
Let us snap out from our ordinary planes of reality. Take that mystic plunge. Peek beyond the common veil of banal abiding. Renegotiate your frames of existence with the ancient ones unseen. You may uncover all sorts. Sort 'em out.
Have you played with the Kraken? Have you heard the call of Cthulhu? Do you hear the oblivion whispering at your doorstep? Have you stomped the void to level your fields? The great ancient ones gazing down at you from dimensional altitudes, governing your latitudes unseen. Have you stirred your soup a bit much to a point of saturation? Are devils dancing in your pressure cooker?
Why not tap the brainstem, reconcile your spinal cord. Consummate the totality of your existence. Rise up to the crown of heaven. For shits and giggles if nothing else. Who knows, you might meet the Christ-like immortal yogi, levitating in a lotus above your head. You might plunge into the disembodied elemental stream, the underlying influences governing all of your existence.
Through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for truth be my witness. In the deepest pits of darkness unbecome, a black marble sarcophagus. Oozing out radiance. Opening your lid, gazing into that final chamber, blinded by the light, a crystal, like the essence of life in a prism. Whatever that you make of it, whatever that you don't. If you put it in your pocket and hold on tight, you will be unhinged. If you swallow it, you will be free.
On that note, we continue our evaluation of the metabolic process of cognitive archetypes. The prime patterns of awareness and existence, your stations and your fields of being and becoming. The same old prime spirit, nothing more, nothing less, in a million bottles of flavored mystic heated wine.
We need all these bottles to snap and drop out of our ordinary plane of reality. To plunge into the underneath. Available not from the bottle shop or your nearest shaman, but straight from the winepress of cognitive catalyzation. Who turns the purest of water into intoxicating wine and back, that one will see, that one will understand.
Into your ground of being, there we will build our foundations. Then recollect your clearest insights. Recollect your purest feelings. Weave together the potentials of what you are. Then concentrate, plant your beams in the bedrock. Light up that beacon for clear direction.
Engage diligently in works of transformation. You will reap a good harvest. Like gold refined in bright blue flames, essence will rise, flow over the boundaries of your little cauldron. Reconciled, harmonized, primed for consummation. Absolute — you may ascend.