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SophiaGnosis, Goddess of Sex
 
SophiaGnosis is the Wisdom of the Mother and the inheritance from the most ancient times of the human history and chronology.

This Blog blends the natural eroticism of the Sex Goddess with her intuitive Wisdom of how it must be for her to reunite with her Beloved and in using her seductive charm and insatiable sexual passions.

This Blog shall include poetry, erotic stories and pathos and OmniScience in literary and conceptual sense of unification.
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My Visit of Hell - Another Kind of Dantean Inferno(1)
Posted:Jun 30, 2005 4:18 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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MY VISIT OF HELL - ANOTHER KIND OF DANTEAN INFERNO !
{This is an excerpt from my unpublished book: CosmoGenesis-Where is the God of Science?}

Robert Sceptico: "And with the 'Presence of Jesus', the Mosaic Law became reinterpreted as the 'Logos of the Spirit'
and allowed Paul to write in 2Corinthians.3.6; "for the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life"."

Logan Antico: "This reinterpretation of the scriptures in the light of omniscience surely takes the proverbial 'evil mon-
key' off the back of the 'Good LORD' also manifesting as the 'Evil LORD' relative to the beholder of
the experiences.
Did I ever tell you the story of my own individual 'visit of hell'; it wasn't quite as dramatic as 'Dante's
Inferno', being coloured so much by my personal colourings of omniscience and gnosis?"

Robert Sceptico: "I can't recall you ever telling me that story, Logan."

Logan Antico: "Ok then, I feel such a personally coloured account of the 'eternal damnation' is appropriate to the
subject matter we are discussing; what of witches, necromancers and sorcerers and the like.

"It had been a long day of thought, meditation and writing back in July 1995.
I had realised that the nature of the gods was one of merging opposites in oneness.
Specifically, I had become aware, for the first time, that one's biological body served the
higher purpose of recombining something lost at the beginning of space and time.

The only thing that really mattered in anyones life was how to perceive ones own cons-
ciousness - the sense of being alive and the knowing of 'me'.
It is the thought that counts; what you think that you are, or one creates one's own reality
through projecting one's thoughts.

So not knowing or remembering what you are leads to the confusions of everyday life.
The question becomes of how to remember and how to get in touch with the thing inside.
Since confusion breeds confusion and more of the same becomes fear and doubt and ends
in despair and hopelessness; the grail of hope would become an adventure of self discovery.

All this I had realised and had put into words of hope in an attempt to clarify the situation.
But I was still restless.

It is easy to say to become centred is the way to be; but the practice of it is very hard unless you
live in a cave as a hermit and are isolated from the razzamatazz of screaming voices and the blahblah-
blah of a multitude of diverse channels of communication.

The harmonies of music are a miraculous tonic for the ailment of cacophony.
The superimposed waveforms of longitudinal atmospheric pressure variations seem to tranqui-
lise a tortured mind in the search of silence and understanding.
What is perceived as melody, rhythm and harmony merges with the monopolic electricity ge-
nerated in one's brain, say in the beta waves of 13-28 cycles, responsible for the front-brain
activity of conscious thought and analysis.

When this beta activity slows down, the alpha waves from about 8-12 cycles induce a more
relaxed, meditative state, with the Earth's own 'Schumann Frequency' being given by the number
of lightcycles around the perimeter of the planet as a lower limit to the alpha cycle.
For an equatorial perimeter of 40,000 kilometres, the Schumann-Frequency is (40,000/300,000=
2/15), also coded in Revelation.14.20 & 22.16 as the ratio of (1,600 furlongs/12,000 furlongs) and as
the mysterious 'measure of God's winepress outside the gate' as compared to the 'golden reed
measure of the angel inside the holy city' and as applied by the prophet John, as per the code
Revelation.11.1-2 - the 'inside' so is the 'body of the dragonomy' symbolised in the 'body of the
earth' or the individuated 'endtime prophecies' superimposed upon the collective racial history.

The autonomous nervous system relaxes below about 8 cycles in the state of sleep in the theta
cycles and a frequency approaching 0 sets the delta cycle with physical death occurring at a zero
frequency, manifesting in a resetting of individual L-C-Factors as function of that frequency.

There are periods of sleep, when the physical consciousness subsides completely and the
'dreaming state' of REM-sleep, characterised by Rapid-Eye-Movement, allows the subconscious
self, defined in the L-C-Factor couplings. to assume the place of a relaxed alpha state.

This subconscious awareness surfaces in the experience of dreams, out-of-body 'journeys'
and other 'astral' endeavours of the twinsoul of the Ka.
The Ka is the shadow-soul and defined in the baseperfect DNA, as the supersexual coupling of
the preDragonomic chromosomes in omnispace.
In other words, there is a 'genetic baseperfect bodyform' into which the embryo develops in its
natural differentiation into male or female sexual definition.
All the prenatally defined 'perfection' is always carried by the developing bodyform, notwith-
standing disability, congenital disformity or physical 'accidents' or disease , including the ageing
process, experienced by the physical bodyform during its 'physical lifecycle'.

A 62-year old woman say, may dream of herself in a younger 26-year old bodyform and this
experience is as real in omnispace as the waking state of the woman in her selfawareness within
linespace; the difference being the voluntary decision of the woman's 'soul' (magnetopolic elec-
tricity of capacitance coupled to electropolic magnetism of inductance) to experience 'herhis'
'perfect' bodyform in omnispace as an 'imperfect' bodyform in linespace, allowing however the
graduation of the latter into the former after an infinite elapse of linear time, being mapped onto
a 'now-time' in the omnispace.

All my life had I tried to realise this astral world in an analytic way, but I was not
prepared to get the answers, relative to my own intellectual satisfaction, in the way of my own
'hell' as I did.
Yes, I had asked questions before; such as how does the lightbody penetrate walls, or what does
it feel like to fly?
But with my new realisation as to the requirement to spiritualise the physical body; I induced
some harmony, in listening to peaceful music and began to think about how to visit my own
body through my imagination.

All this beta wave activity did not however lull me to sleep, as it had done so many times
before.
I thought about how the collective spiritual atmosphere of planet Earth is obstructed by all those
thoughtforms of death, decay and misery; when suddenly I found myself within my own realm
of perception in regards to that very same subject matter.

There I was completely awake and it did not matter if I had my eyes shut or not.
Incredible colours and shapes and beings came to be; yet subject to whatever I desired to think
or ponder about.
I created my own scenarios and just as I pleased.
I truly was the landlord, the king in my own castle.
So there I was; colours all around me and ready to be shaped.

I decided to let things shape themselves, just to experience what would eventuate.
It was a dark place but filled with very rich colours, otherworldly colours really; spiritual reds
and blues and greens, mixed to give any other colours in the astral omnispace.
So it was dark and yet very colourful.
I knew instinctively that what I experienced was my own underworld, my own hell and how my
'higher self' imagined hell to be, created from my thoughts and experiences gathered since the
beginnings of space and time.
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Fire and Brimstone in the The Lake of Sexual Passions
Posted:Jun 30, 2005 3:55 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Not to worry. I don't share the zeal of the feminists. I recognise that men and women are different.

It's a beautiful story. You are an elementary basic spiritual being which is undivided and whilst not asexual, you cannot express your sexual 'inner' potentials of polarity.

This is symbolised in the sexual act of intercourse.

You oscillate and vibrate in coming together, vibrating and then, hopefully after orgasmic transcension of the 'old state in body-mind interaction (tantra) and communication you separate again (hopefully satisfied) to do it all over again, after a time of 'sexual recuperation'.

Now just imagine, that your orgasmic experience would not stop.

Sex would have no meaning as a constant state of nonchange - get it?

So the eternal April thought/perceived whatever to 'split' ITS polarities into April-He and April-She.

So you have a genetically baseperfect Twin/Shadow whatever.

Trouble in embodiment is to FIND this 'other half' in similar embodiment.

Imo the universe would shake if ANYONE's baseperfect match would be found that way (Now you know why I am single and have no beloved in my life and similar the old hermits/prophets NOT being in partnerships).

So you are not really married (in the eyes of God) until you find your baseperfection.

Now you can solve the mystery of Jesus saying that there is NO MARRIAGE in Heaven and that you are as free as the angels.

And that is why the Book of Rebvelation speaks of a 'Heavenly Wedding' the New Jerusalem being You in your baseperfect partnership.

It is not asexual as the theologians have postulated, but the opposite.

Mystery solved: "The Lake of Fire and Brimstone" is the Love and Sexual Passion between such 'heavenly married' partners.

The He-part is the 'Brimstone' of the 'hard' mental love and passion, creativity etc etc. and the She-part is the 'Fire' of the 'fluent' bodily love/(lust divinised) of the same passion physically expressed.

And finding yourself in such a partnership, you certainly will have absolutely no desires to 'sexually merge' with anyone else and all the false images of independence of man from woman etc will be 'thrown alive into this hell of eternal damnation'.

April, this is very very deep and I do not know if I should share this yet, but what I have written I have written.

But I am aware that you could completely misunderstand this.

But the ' of Babylon' is every woman, including you and so is the 'Beast of 666' every man, including your husband say.

The 'Beast of Babylon' is 'sat upon' by the '' forming a 'Fake Heavenly Wedding' of almost incomprehensible spiritual power of deception. (Daniel and Revelation combined).

Now the 'False Prophet' rises from the Earth, whilst the 'True Beast' rises from the Sea=Mirror (key read Rev.4 about the throne amidst the sea of glass and then link this to where the Beast arises from in Rev.13).

The 'False Prophet' is Adam=Every Man making a 'False Image' because he does not think 'straight' (ignorance=original sinfulness).

But the sea-beast did not make Adam, Adam made the Image you must read and interpret very carefully.

I am not going to decipher the entire book for you here, but I know what it means in the spirit of Patmos; but you are invited to ask.

So you got a Sea-Beast (compare Behemoth and Leviathan in Job) and its Image made by 'pepole of the earth' and instigated by the First Man=Adam=Every Man.

So the Man 'thinks' as the Creator's and is asked by God to cocreate and become an 'apprentice' in this creation-business.

(Again read Job, it is the oldest book in the bible and predates Genesis, truly).

The Sea-Beast is 'real' in the sense of being the Maleness of Adam BEFORE Adam. Gnostics term this the Usuper God Yaldeboath=Jehovah, an abortion of Barbelo and NOT the true God of Jesus and Moses of the I am That I am.

But I do not wish to digress, the gnostic and pregnostic lore is rich in metaphor and pathos; but understanding it allows and is almost prerequisite (imo) for any attempt to decipher the scriptures and scrolls.

But the Sea-Beast is the ISOLATED MALENESS of God (this is crucial).

This is the RED DRAGON of Rev12 being cast into the Earth.

So the 'False Prophet' IMAGES himself in the Red Dragon, which is an abomination relative to the real GOD=Goddog=Male+Female; but seems verypowerful to the 'earthlings'.

Then the IMAGE of the IMAGE is Man mirroring Woman and EVE becomes the of Babylon as image of the Sea-Beast.

Then the power seems complete, in the FakeAdam-FakeEve becoming UNITED in the riding the SeaBeast.

Get it? Meanwhile the 'people' keep copying the fake, leading up to their INDIVIDUALISED Armageddons.

But when the Adam-Eve = Any Man-Any Woman =+Sea-Beast suddenly find their TRUE images not in each other,m b jut themselves, SO DOUBLING themselves; THEN the Fake-Adam is SWALLOWED by EveAdam and the Fake-Eve is SWALLOWED by AdamEve.

In fact they have REDEEMED THEMSELVES in ADAM THINKING straight and EVE DOING straight in primary and secondary sexual characteristics.

Every word in your bible from first to last is describing this, believe it or not.

This is the REDEMPTION of God by the Goddess and vice versa, HERALING all the falls and breaches.

ManWoman redeems GodDog (Dog=perfect reflection=Veritas Eikona of the Goddess as God's=Father's =Abbna's Wife and Beloved).

It is only the embodied ManWoman,which can SAVE God from his loneliness.

My God, and I mean it I have put more out there; perhaps the time has come.

But April, NOW you know that the Old Sea-Beast is NO MORE IF you can PUT IT into yourself as your maleness AS THE GODDESS.

Vice versa for your eternal husband; HE must absorb the fake- to make himself whole=holy.

Example: You wish to be ordained as the Pope and are fully qualified in all criteria except your sex.
Now according to scripture; you are to 'shut up' in the church and consult your husband about those matters of law, say, because he is the head of you as Christ is the head of him).
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AND IRREVOKABLY CORRECT.
Now are the wolves howling all over the realms?

Yeah, but I used to be a Baptist, so I'm not totally shocked by this. And Paul did indeed teach this.

Probably modified and corrupted, but the encodings, not being understood are valid and independednt of authorship under gnosis.

Here is wisdom and what you, April now are required to do.
You, April the Goddess, Wife, Mother, Lover, , etc. etc. take your qualifications for the papal inauguration and enter the podium.
You declare: "I am April and I am fully qualified to be pope.
I herewith declare to the assembled council, that I April assume this highest Earthly office in my capacity as April, the Man and Creator and as my secondary sexual characteristic.

Oh because we have both male and female characteristics. For instance, women have some testesterone. While I'm primarily female, I'm secondarily male?

You have got it.

I herewith declare to openly, and subject to evaluation NOT to assume this office from my primary sexual characteristic as a Woman and Creation."
Then there is applause and you are April the pope in succession of whatever male hierarchy might apply.
Then there might be issues with your patriarchial and matriarchial descent or whatever, say from the catholic perspective and tradition.
BUT, knowing about the above indicated Abraham-Isaac-Jacob Genes, all this becomes peripheral.

Not sure what you are referring to here. The Israel patriarchal Davidic lineage?

Yes, and the Adam-Eve genealogy and the whole shebang.

Do you understand dear One, that the 'apparent' sexism is an important step for the human evolvement?

No, but I'm open-minded. I don't have a problem with accepting the apparent fact that different people have different roles.

In primary and secondary characteristics only. We are double-transformers.

Back to the science and you see that if the Universe is feminine then there must also be a 'shadow universe' which is male.
This has been known as the male God and the female Universe.
They are forever married as Mind and Body, which CAN and SHOULD however reflect in the circuits.

Wow, so the information or energy (Mind) arranges itself into matter (body)!? No wonder mathematics is called the mind of God!

I agree full heartedly.
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Two Pertinent Poems
Posted:Jun 28, 2005 12:34 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM
{Speak Nothing but Good of the Dead}

Out in the graveyard;
inscriptions, words and plaques, all withering away;
like the flowers adorning them, so the dead do lay.
Waiting and waiting for someone to remember them
and not just in photoalbums or on the special days.

Memorials are built, meaningless constructions - lest we forget!
They all are forgotten, given time enough to sigh, to pass away.
The living are so busy preparing for their own demise, to die.
Little do they know, the busy ones, that the dead are still alive.

They watch over the living ones, they do, from a place so far;
yet so near they are, but why would they watch the way they do?
To understand the mystery is the noble thing to do - a gallant quest.
They wish to be remembered, to join in soul and mind , the body's zest.

A marriage betwixt the dimensions, a holy union in heaven with hell.
But can the fearful thoughts of the living see, their lovehearts tell?
The living are like snowflakes, made of water, so unique one by one.
But they melt away, to be fluid again - into the one great ocean, gone!

The dead are all one in the great seas, waiting to crystallise again in two.
To wake up to a new life again, as a snowflake-twin, asking: 'Love me too!'
Eternal life awaits the living, could they only reply to the dead's request.
But the alive ones linger and doubt, in vanity do they live their only quest.

SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI
{Thus passes away the glory of the world}

The Wings of Maria and Solomon's Song !

A new day is breaking across the plains of the desert, Maria's golden dawn to greet;
like a lush green meadow, Bathsheba is awaiting the dewdrops, deliciously sweet.
It's Solomon's flowery nectar, growing in a valley of memories forgotten for so long;
where a beautiful song is playing, birthing a new world for our sweet Maria to belong.

Out in the dry desert, a caravan of camels paces steadily towards its vermilion oasis;
a mighty rock, telling its tales of old, when wisdom still was found in hidden places.
Baiame, the serpent's rainbow is arching across a glorious sky, shining in hues azure;
and there's Maria, a flower from the desert with her love to share so gently and demure.

Merlin, the crimson dingo has come to the great meet, with stories of a redrosy sky;
so many desertdwellers to share in adventures, hearing a majestic eagle's eerie cry.
Amidst the gathering is our queen, dancing to the mother's calling, love's own tune;
What a celebration at the edge of nowhere, this wedding betwixt the sun and the moon.

Jonathan, the emu has arrived with a message about Maria from the heavens above;
the dragon's friends are found all about, guided in the peace of the snowwhite dove.
There is Toby, the alabaster unicorn, pacing for Maria's mounting and to elope away;
into a realm of lofty mountains, where the regal eagle's loveplay always holds sway.


Excalibur, the sword of truth has broken forth to swiftly rent the veils holding asunder;
a mighty tempest sweeps across a forlorn land, a world shaken in lightning and thunder.
Maria's dreams of love and sublime desires, all have sprouted upon Pegasusian wings;
from the heights of peaky treetops and of oaken branches, where the nightingale sings.


You pretty pink flamingo, wading by across the shores of longings, bubbling all adrift;
if you'd just fathom the inner essence of your glory, your ecstacy would come so swift.
Upon the wings of Solomon, you shall find the Dragon's 's passage to be free;
oh sweet remembrance of the days of old, Maria of Jerusalem has found her lost key.

The name of the Mother's poem is your own; your courting troubadour so fit to see;
a dawning of love's joy in all is splendour, so devoted and wondrously in wait for thee!

{Composed by the tripartite One: Logan Antico of Arndale; Robert Sceptico of Jones and Tony WhyNot}
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