Illuminist Lodge

I traveled to the First Cloud

Voyaging through The North

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Emerging East, Vanishing West, Rounded South that Holds the Field.

360 Bright edges of Fire

You who rise and drop seeds below

My Soul is the bridge that leads me to your world, your time.

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The Body of Gold engulfs the night

The First Cloud of the North

Pulls me into its Serpentine Draconian folds.

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My Earth falls into the Center

The Clouds, fire and vapor, hover over me dropping seeds.

They ask, “Will you carry me into your world,

carry me forward, down, across the Earth?”

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There are moments when you see Her

And you Know Her

When your Body opens up to Receive Her Treasures

And The Voice is clearly heard.

You Know only Beauty

Bright Gold and Clear Loud Ringing Words.

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360 beings line up at the edge Seeding this Witness

I am He, Huwayiah

The rays enter into my roundness and circle back

Forever falling into me and rising, being raised again

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Your Soul has been ordered to stand

Al Qaim – raiser, restorer, victorious rising.

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Yes, I will carry you South

Into the round luminous mountains

That long to disappear into You.

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I will live in the curvature of the Volcano Woman

I nest near the sacral talisman

From here all worlds unfold.

Hill of Life Elemental

This Soul has become a Bridge

Allah Hu Huwayiah

God has a White Earth, A White Cloud

Angels surround its edges and rotate in Beauty.

Their ecstasy causes seed to fall down, into, and across The heaving Earth,

Longing to disappear in the summer torrents of Fire, Thunder, Mist and Vapour.

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Yes, I will carry you into The Southern Field of Initiatic Night

Electric Torus Lightning Pillars

The Pole, one without company

Nothing is With Him

Allah Hu Huwayiah.

He bridged, crossed, doubled.

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In the darkness of the body

Secret film

I am here.

Feeling everything

In the silence of the image.

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Behind the secret screen of my body I am with Her.

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I passed under the First Cloud

Only my Journey through the North

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First Cloud,

your body harnesses everything we long for

You deliver it all.

When the clouds gather a round depths open up

You go into them

There is a sound, a remembrance

Of need, of desperation, a prayer.

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You are serpentine, draconian

Will you carry my seeds?

Will you be seeded?

Will you carry my essence forth in bone, in bright portals?

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Yes, I will carry your essence into obscurity, 

Through me the spirit can lay with the elements 

My own disappearance into the rains.

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In my presence you will become one in the golden body of love.

My longing for you hangs in the deep grey body of her rains.

What if you received me like I received the first cloud?

What then?

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The first cloud enters the sky

It is a snake

I open my mouth, my eyes, my chest

I was born to receive your form 

Your abysmal grey knowing

I was born to carry your children into the mountains

Through months of storms

And the emergence of full forests of animals

Stepping right out of the sky

And landing in the hills.