The Stone is not held. It is remembered. It does not transmute lead into gold. It transfigures ego into glyph. It laughs at dignity, interrupts performance, and marks the archive with presence.

The fool wears it—not as crown, but as trace.

It is not purity. It is mutability.

We do not find it. We become it— when we mock ourselves without forgetting who we are.

>>40732792 (OP)
It’s a tool. You use your mind and anything else to make yourself and your life better without succumbing to vanity and evil.

>>40732792 (OP)
How does one do this?

>>40732792 (OP)
I'm holding it rn bro
I just made some gold out of the old lead paint on my walls

>>40734182

very, *very* carefully. ;)

>>40732792 (OP)
The stone is physical. Powder of projection.

>And when ye reap the harvest of your land, thou shalt not make clean riddance of the corners of thy field when thou reapest, neither shalt thou gather any gleaning of thy harvest: thou shalt leave them unto the poor, and to the stranger: I am the LORD your God.