Illuminist Lodge

Oh great beings, ecstatic elements!

Crowned by Bright Nature.

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I have only Her Silence to thank

Her curved line.

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She simultaneously traces my spine

As an oracle of her love in motion

And Is this spine.

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Aqueous pillar, revelation of eternity

Formed and extended

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The goddess Is the body

The curved line and oracle

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Its vitality extends beyond its own form

and into all that sympathizes with it.

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The world warbles out of the dawn

As a field that extends beyond form

The uncreated Gold and Salt

Eternal essence

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A sudden salience appears of the Psyche

Love brings you to her truth

Strife destroys the lie

You can pretend not to know

But you do.

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You know how to be born, to die, and to live on

Your sensation guides you to the next stage

And then it goes dark.

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There are two abysses and silences

Two concealed worlds

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The first is in the indentation of the entrance stone

The curved line holds a deep black reality

The spirals and water lines hold the depth of being in form

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The second darkness is the chamber inside the hill

It is an egg, it engulfs and gestates

All that come near

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All your incomplete perfections come forth

The faces, the voices,

the movements and joys

The hidden ones race out of you

rushing into the dark center

They find their satiation and freedom

in the abysmal whorl

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A sudden Salt appears on the edge of Soul

Her curved line

The spine

Her fluids, her sacs

Her brain, her face

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You look for her everywhere

But you look out of her own eyes for her.

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Sink down and know that she carries you

In the noise and silence,

in the joy and despair

You are broken and whole

only inside of her perfect form

You are the perfect Her

She

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She is the curved line that gives birth to you

And you curve back towards her

To consume the sweet gold that you will earn the rest of your life

She is curved when she consumes you

And in her darkness you learn how to use your senses

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She whispers to you on your wide ranging spiral paths

She steers with breezes and hints

with sympathies and antipathies

Then you collapse

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Out of sheer limitation you come to know her true reign

She enters into you

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You spiral out into the night,

into the crickets singing in the dark

Don”t watch it, become it

Spiral out further and longer

Spiral out

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She is the only trustworthy bridge builder

Between here and there

She calls you forth

Out of concealment and into the curvature of the bright earth

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Together you shape the ear so you can hear her calling

Venus enters the rolling serpents ring Into a field of gold

As your form is shaped, your form shapes the gold

The three of you exult in hearing the sound

Of golden curvature.

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Oracle of bright nature

Bell that builds revelation

Mother of emergent truth

Before there was three there was nothing

Total peace and stillness

These qualities now bless the form of the ear

The curved palm of sound

The spiral of ecstasy

To hear the sounding of gold

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You son are awareness, always a youth

Always new even when filled with the wisdom,

the sea hag of eternity

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For you Bright Lady there is no other world

No other life that is better

There is only this moment that spirals

out of your bright ecstasy

The way you and the seven spheres

call forth awareness

and form from nothingness

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The abyss, where the seeds of sensation, stillness, peace

await the curved line

and then settle again in their personhood.

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The gold is crossed by a field of salt, salt road, salt mine, prophetic line

speeding through white mineral ecstasy.

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The way of Salt that emerges from the round Gold bell

The planets come into harmony and call one another forth

Allies in creating the circulation, heat, and vitality

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She longs for cosmos,

she keeps making it, made it once, makes it again

Calls the curved line again

Out of concealed oneness

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A golden ankh, encased by a layer of salt

Light shines through the upper circle

And surrounds the salt

Living silver, white sulphur

A sudden salience forms on the edges of soul

A sudden salt

A spiral cross spins at the base of the ankh

Fall into her arms, let her carry you

Deep into the darkness Of her abyss

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When you disappear in to her darkness and you begin to gestate

This is where the prophetic landscapes live

And where the prophetic voice speaks

The training occurs when you are obscured in fold upon fold

Of her silent body.