Illuminist Lodge

Al-saff 61:14 Jesus son of Mary asks, ‘Who will be the helpers of God?’

Some of the children of Israil had faith, and they ‘awoke that morning as the ascendent ones.’

The way of journeying is the six gates and five substances.  The place is the valley of three vibrations.  The emergent guide is Solomon Ben Israel.

The six gates are uncreated beings and the five substances are embodied elemental portals.  Your forms and frequencies are the offering, the paths.  When the six gates and their angels come to know you, their essences begin to pour forth.  Your cells, photons, waters, and airs are the windows and doors for uncreated intelligence and light to enter into this world.  Through your body they begin to alight and enter, where you shine the light of your eye and heart, they will begin to dwell.  If it is endorsed they begin to build the emergent earth star, a landing place for soul traveling star lines.  Into this place will arrive the next generation of path openers, and we embody them now.  This world has stepped out of the grave and into the ascendent dawn.

In the valley of the the three vibrations Solomon builds the Earth Star.  Azraelia gives birth.

The secret purpose of humanity is the operation of the embodied soul on planetary matter.  When the light of the soul reaches out and engulfs its object of contemplation, it creates the object again in its own womb.  Then the essence or seed of light in the object is brought forth from the soul as a new being.  Then this new being which did not exist before the soul drew in its inspiration, becomes a new world.  The soul founds a new being, a new lineage of stellar intelligence, and finally a new planet.

I have always heard Gabriel’s trumpet roaring, I turn and face the call, I hear it out of the corner of my ear.

I have always felt Mohammad racing his black horse through the brilliant orange desert sky, responding to this call. I feel it with the edge of my muscles. I race with Mohammad to respond to this beckoning. In our speed we are annihilated and become the multiplicity of our lineage.

I have always seen directly into the heart of my Creatrix, my gaze reaches out and spirals back, my open palm is a fountain, above it hovers the golden chain, bright thin portal, I see through this world into her heart, out of the corner of my eye, as she heaves into me, replacing me.

I have two eyes, one looks towards the world and sees the elements as they move, as they respond to the wide ranging field of my desire, the mountain mute looks back at me with their stones as eyes, 

they say, “Who will see my elemental body as the portal to treasures, who will open this star gate, I long to shower forth my brilliance?”

“Let this light create a line, let it come forth from my eye, let it bend and break into the form of a star, let Solomom Ben Israel’s star body walk in the dawn, we are the ascendent ones, the helpers of the One.”

The other eye looks to the One, hones in on his being and the tractor beam of our field, it pulls me by the gravity of all the worlds.  In our union we stand apart from all worlds but fill them with our spirits.

The wildly furious revelatory chariot falling into the abyss is brought into a steady rolling groove along the precipice. 

I hear the breath of Israfil as it moves through the golden trumpet, the sigh.

I stand up and face the announcement of eternity as active mercy and justice.

I am the feathered one that stands by the scales to revive the hearts of the grief stricken. The light of my soul tastes of each delicacy and from this tasting is born the true essence of each one.  I weigh them against a feather of light and decide what to prepare for them so they can step into the atomic brilliance of the city of the ascended.  I face Him as I stand in the midst of Solomon’s hexagram, living star gate, path of souls arriving, roaring river of the futurity of the self.

From all six directions come the truth of his being, the reality of our pact.  This Earth opened a gate to a very specific star and a group of us came to be with her.  This is how stellar light comes into the portals of the elements, and the dead stand in their graves with bodies of luminous clay. I believe in he that stands alone yet fills everything , as I stand alone yet am scattered and gathered, a waterway for the essence of the prophets to come rushing through. A star that makes itself again and again.  

“Let this light create a line, heavy golden certainty,  let it come forth from my eye, let it bend and break into the form of a star, let Solomon Ben Israel’s star body walk in the dawn, we are the ascendent ones, the helpers of the One.”

I am silent as the ibis but my body has become the chalice of paradise, the waters rush through me and encompass and encircle the places I enter.  From every cell of my body comes the call of the apocalypse, an awakening to brilliant Victorial fire.

The archangels quarter the circle and heave the death from my fields. I connect with the victorious ones.  I am the son of the ever watchful one.  The golden chain hovers over my open palm, a passageway to the three worlds.

The seven locks were opened and the paths were brightened and I arrived at the sea of mist. The impassable barrier where her nearness produces outpourings and stations of knowings. Say, “I see what others do not see. I hear what others do not hear. I come to know what others do not know.”

She and I are collaborating on this body.  The body is the secret screen by which we witness the alchemical victory, our labor of love. My eye can encompass the totality of her seeing, and what our vision alights upon is the satiated desire of her treasures longing to be revealed.  I know her through our sharing of this body, the body through which we discover her true form. This world is not for me, it is her mirror and phantasy, her oracle and vehicle. She is fecund and loves to dress herself in paradisiacal elements. I am enamored by her beauty and she replaces me. She and I, He and I, scattered and gathered, standing alone, replacing one another, star that repeats and creates itself again.

I see a thread of light, a thin golden chain, opening to the new world.  I move towards emergence, my  heart is light, I am the feathered god of the balances.  I give up the world of dust and ashes, I leave the compulsive jungle of grief and appetites, and I move into the atomic devastation of the great mother’s city of light, the ascended kingdom.

I witness the risen Earth.