Maybe we are all, in our own very personal ways, looking for gold.
Alchemy is a Philosophy, or a means of thinking / seeing the world around us.
Maybe we are all, in our own very personal ways, looking for gold. Neil Young says he “crossed the ocean for a heart of gold”. Some can sift the dirt and grist in the edge of life’s flow and expect their dreams”pan out”. Others dig. Others beg, steal or borrow. I believe in the magical process of transformation.
However I attain this, and like most people I’ve attempted to in more than 1 manner, the glistening gift of love’s golden promise dazzles me. The glint and the gleam of love have caught my attention. I wish to grasp the shining thing called love. Many times I’ve thought I’d acquired it. Although, often what I found myself at the grasp of was only gilded and prone to some flakey tarnishing decay. Decay is the affliction of affection. The disease of despair and uncertainty are the cancer that eats away at enjoys golden potential.
I know that all that glitter isn’t… I can live with this understanding. Yet I wish to think in the myopia of essence-based Alchemy. It’s important for me to trust that transformation is possible. More myopic still is the need to see myself as the Alchemist. Capable of facilitating the conversion I very much crave. The hidden trick is two-fold. To begin with, figuring out the procedure. Secondly, attempting is to get my spouse to believe in it as well. For conversions of the heart need religion.
What is it that we’re truly made of? The’apple metaphor’ audience loves their”rotten to the core” perspective of the world. I’ll admit I’m more likely to the’happily ever after’ view of the world. I believe that the promise of bliss is a real one. All it requires is a change in the center of us. A magical renovation inside.
I believe that the golden procedure is probably an ongoing one. The transformation of a heart in the glistening ore of my dreams takes a loyal and persistent attention. A self-renewing concentrate on the sparkling essence within. I am pretty sure the reason that Alchemists were maligned was due mostly to the doubtful nature of the receiver of created gold. The method entails a continuing faith to sustain it. When the value of the transformed object was doubted it had been likely to regress and assume its former condition. The exact same goes with love. It’s the belief and the commitment to this belief which sustains it. It’s the practice of this that is the material of sustaining. The magic element is to maintain that belief alive and concentrated in our perception. To adopt the dazzle of our spouse and to attend to their own charm.
The cynical will say that there’s an inherent fallacy in trying to market myself and the gleaming thing of my heart’s desire — about the Alchemy of Love. It’s flummery to believe that the leaden load of isolation could be magically transformed into a golden future worthy of being valued. For all those, sadly, this Alchemy of the Heart isn’t possible — not yet.
Yet, for the cynic, there are other materials on which to settle. Furthermore, for the doubtful, the amazing promise of conversion isn’t a real one. The essence level change along with the magic process that a doctrine of alchemy requires will allude them. From their perspective, it’s the practice of alchemy that transforms the Alchemist. I for one don’t care. A union with the practice is a marriage through it.
The adventures of the doubter, and the understanding changing failures he’s compiled create in him a different type of’seeing the world’. Alchemy isn’t feasible and so he becomes a metallurgist of another vein. He, rather, may acquire an appreciation for pewter — and possibly even a love for it. He sees that the heart’s leaden quality, with the addition of tin, can be molded and shaped and formed into a still rewarding and useful amazing item.
The accomplishments of alchemy are only available to the zealots, like me. The blend of trust and zeal congeal as I attempt to form a more perfect union. I’m trying to find a fellow believer who will help transform us equally. It might well be that not all my’gleams’ will come true. But it won’t be for a lack of thinking.