Illuminist Lodge

White Sulphur Field

circle round

The stars have landed

On brightened ground.

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Solomon Ben Israel 

Joseph, Ali

Meccan Opening

Fatima, Aisha, Mary

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Hill of Red Sulphur

I took your poison in

The Sun became an immortal

I became the medicine

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Golden field 

reunited star lineages

White, Red, Gold

Red Hyacinth, Burning Coal

Book of the White Sulphur Field

I laid down in the tomb

And was carried to the Gate of the Dawn

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Open Eye of the Orient

Keeper of the East

Where the rounded field of the Dwelling Ship

Becomes the White Sulphur Lines of the Star

That is where you will find me,

Behind layer upon layer of Her Love.

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The Keeper of the East: The Light (Fire) and The Vision (Perception, Consciousness)

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The Keeper of the East is called. This being holds the frequency of the eternal dawn. This being is the ever watchful one, eternal ancestor of the Watchers, the awake ones. The open eye of vision is extended to you in the brilliance of the dawn. This frequency streams forth from the gate of this being’s body and shines into your field.  Say “I honor the Keeper of the East, eternal dawn. Thank you for keeping this place open for me to travel through. Your commitment becomes my victory.”

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Solomon Ben, are you there, over in the field of light? The valley of three vibrations. I step out of the vehicle where his voice was echoing and I saw the large Eagle in the black tree. This place is filled with the ghosts of animals and people. There is a young girl and her body is scattered about in different dimensions, suspended in mist, dismembered silence. I can put her back together, it’s easy.  It’s done, Solomon is a surgeon. We open the Star and they line up, the golden staircase forms and they ascend it. “Here I am Lord, see me now, this is where you come in.  I am gone and you are here now, it is yours, I am yours.  Every delicacy and every nail, here is my body, I have made it multi-dimensional because the flat world mocked me, I open a door that will weigh you against the feather of my love.”  

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I landed on the other side of the mountain near the lake.  My ship is silver, it is white, it is golden fire and sharp, it burrows into the Earth.

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White Sulphur circle round

I took your poison in

And became the medicine.

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I laid down in the tomb

And was carried to the gate of the dawn

By bright lines of force, mercurial rivers

White sulphur star lines

Six beings, six stars, six points, Hexagram.

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Where the rounded field of the Ship

Becomes the bright corners of the Star 

That is where you will find me 

Hidden behind layer upon layer of her love.

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Solomon Ben Israel lands the ship

On the shrouded valley of the Dawn

I have laid the lines of travel with my own star body

And she has opened the gates of her navel.

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The Eastern Origin of Archetypal delight

I shine down and through

The well-spring

Of Earthen Night.

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The Original Adamic Dawn

Father of the Oriented Eye

Open Eye of Vision

Light of Adam sending forth shoots of fresh growth

Through the crumbling rubble of The Lodge of Laws.

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I connect to the light of natural illumination

Luminous nature

Autonomous Prophetesses

As hexagram moon ships

You start hovering as a multi-dimensional being

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A round portal, a rounded field

Six round fields, six mountains that disappear

Six mountains that the snake river of light moves around and through  

And there the roundness breaks into a sharp bright angle

And the star lineage is established

The bright circle of eternal phosphorescent Self

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And just when I thought I knew you and where I was 

You vanished and were replaced by six ships and six bright stars

Covering the well of night, that for a moment was my home.

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You replaced me, and I saw the legend of your essence 

descend on the valley of three vibrations

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Who will see my silence as a portal to treasures?

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Six hills and six silver valley serpents

Six ships and six stars

Six as one, multiple impossibles.

And into six the one breaks in a star fire 

Line that links the three worlds.

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The Tree of Life is free

Her hands reach out into flat open palms

Hovering over the Oasis

And on her hands alight the bright letters

The sighing of the treasure hunter.

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You hunt yourself in the Eastern Star field

You find bright reflections and healings

Forms that appear to need you,

and then you land and are replaced by

Six stars, six serpents, six paths. 

She arises, mist.

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I Saw you again, outside of Time, Myself, My King

You who Replace me with Six Ships and Take the Labour of Selfhood

into Oblivion with the wandering Prophet’s Oceanic Eyes.