Illuminist Lodge

Joseph Ali, Medusa Sea

Only a fool would proceed.
Call me foolish Joe, Medusa Sea, Bright Ali

Joseph Ali with oracular eyes

My lineage cast me down into the Medusa Sea.

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A piece of gold falling echoes into darkness

A star races down the sky in blue fire

A white horse kicks the Earth

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There is a World that sinks, a World that travels, and one that is Still.

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When you are rejected by the sinking Earth, the still hidden Earth may receive you, may catch you. 

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There is a World that sinks, a World that travels, and one that is Still.

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The Prophetess and Joseph were tossed out, pushed into the animal, plant, and mineral fields. 

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Sometimes the lineage must be dropped 

into the ores of the still Earth

Pushed out of humankind and into new terrains.

The Muse demands it. 

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Certain lines must be dropped into her to expand and concentrate, must be offered, must become round. 

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She draws the bowstring for the powerful kick of strong Pegasus, 

kick the world into traveling, kick the sinking world further down. 

White arrow of Pegasus’s leg and hoof, on target, drumming, pounding, cracking over the still hidden Earth.

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A Spring rose where Pegasus kicked the white Earth,

I place my face in the Waters and become unknown. 

The waters circle into a well. 

Some move slowly, patiently finding Her, and then reaching out again. 

Some rush with a Vitality unknown by the living and the dead. 

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The stream enters a rounded place, a place beyond.

Some of us curve into the waters to be raised and leveled,

To be nourished by quicksilvers and golds that destroy our mortality, our periodic soul. Our gentle mortal eyes are eclipsed and washed and replaced with solar wheels, with spears of light. The memories of our parents and our homes are engulfed and exchanged for dreaming our lineage on the Leviathan of the still cosmos. 

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Well, well, well
Seal of silence, oracle waters, spring of miraculous sight
This well is a sea, a womb for the ones who must die in the midst. 

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This well hands out eyes to read royalties dreams
and a lineage of buoyant twice born boys and girls
who hold the Ankh of life in the midst of death’s winds. 

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I Stand with Joseph Ali, Raising the golden Ankh up, circling golden spine of Osiris, our rainbow lineage cloth stretches out and twists through the brush, it is impossible for the living to find us, it is impossible for the dead to find us. 

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I am the rainbow lineage Spirit and if you put a child in the river I will receive them, I will nurture them. 

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The leviathans of Medusa’s mask
They rise up and out of the waters where the children are laid down
They heave like the rivers of the underworld dragging the periodic lives around and around circling the well obscured by Joseph’s blood covered coat and riveted skull. 

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Raised and leveled, raised and leveled.

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Gold falling, star falling, burning sand, cracking hoof.

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The leviathan will catch you, the leviathan will carry you
Caught and Carried, Raised and Leveled.

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A falling piece of gold lands in the crucible, 

She catches him in her hiddenness and exile 

She coils about his soft body.

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We are the creatures made of purified stones from the hearts of the planets. 

We are the transformed children, bright and holding the Ankh. 

There are holes in the underworld, where Apollo’s light and spiral grows. 

Where the upper, lower, and central world should never cross. 

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Victory is near.
I am an arrow, I am a spear that never fails.
My magic is endorsed by the obscured and apparent powers that persist. 

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What if you were wrong, what if you were wronged? 

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The hoof falls, Joseph falls, Medusa falls

The white hide of Pegasus primes for a kick

In total extension and concentration

The still hidden Earth demands to travel

Say to Her “Kick” and it rises up

Her hind quarters contract to bring the hoof near the tailbone, to charge the hoof with the spiral leviathan

Rips into the White Earth and cracks the Orphic Egg

The worlds should not cross, the egg should not crack.

But She demands to be known, to overflow

She demands that her hidden treasure become know by the hunters

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You still hidden waters, come to the surface, travel, sink, pool, cream, mesmerize, engulph

Ali, bright bird liberator, looser of binds, key holder, lock picker

The muses water is magnetic and calls you in to be known

You catch them and deliver them

You deliver Joseph from the weight of his lineage, a thousand ghost’s longings

You deliver Medusa from her white stone union to the sand of bright glass

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There is a world that sinks and sinks again

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Joseph sinks into the well and then into a foreign dungeon, sinking twice

Medusa falls from her white mountain to the sea then is plunged into the edges of the earth, sinking twice

Pegasus’s hoof sinks and kicks, is met by the egg and the waters of terror, inspiration that annihilates mediocrity 

Foolish Joe, leave your eyes here, we replace them with golden coins, solar currency, solar shields

Brass Medusa leave your innocence in the sand of fire, let the glass be formed, the crucible shaped, from wisdom borne of suffering and loss

A falling piece of gold lands in the crucible, 

She catches him in her hiddenness and exile,

She coils about his soft body.

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See The Prophetess

When Medusa is cast out, When Joseph is cast out, When the Prophetess is cast out

Their essence extends and concentrates into mineral veins, gold and silver, tin and brass, sulphur and mercury

Racing and flashing through the still Earth

Traveling where no humans have traveled

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They move through the animal kingdom

And learn the song of the beating of all hearts, the dripping waters of all spines, the rhythmic heaving of all lungs 

Every feathered wing beats in unison, making the Earth warble and shake as it travels

Every feathered wing beats in unison

Every webbed wing together

The goose, the jay, the bat, the butterfly, the moth

And the wings heave. 

You who thinks the Earth is still, feel the terrible quaking of the animal kingdom

Feel them live. 

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The drum of the heart, the blood travels and circles, her crucible catches Joseph

Rejected by one earth and caught by another

Are they loosed or bound?

What world engenders freedom?

You who thinks the mountain is mute

Witness the living veins of the ores flashing and sustaining

Kingdoms of generation and transformation

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They disappear running. falling into the vegetable kingdom

You will be seeded

You will flower

You will fruit

And then you sink again

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Medusa’s snakes are golden roads to Apollo’s luminous talisman that destroys the lie. 

Does your lineage bind you, or does it engender freedom?

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Their golden face is hidden like Joseph’s rainbow lineage, alchemic leviathan made of nine planetary stones. The well is at the heart of each planetary body and connects them, is the royal road to truth. Apollo’s chariot is made of fire, it is made of water, water that moves between the planets from the well that connects them. 

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We may catch you, we may carry you,
we let the waters engulph you, and make you forever.

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An arrow that founds a world. A white bright arrow. 

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The snakes of medusa’s living face, we are wrapped in the rainbow body of Joseph Ali. We are safe from the passions of the living and the complaints of the dead. 

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Sacrificial cake, offering cake, ecstatic face, quivering veil, bright face, golden face, bell that is ringing, bell that has been rung. Shimmering arrow, spasming leg.

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The faces of Medusa’s snakes are ways to meet her tongue, her face, are ways to know her gaze, her gasp, her gate. 

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Gorgon head, gorgon mask, Perseus tasked

Retrieving the living laws of the banished, gorgon head, gorgon mask 

Pegasus kicking to stay in orbit, Chrysaor’s sword leads Joseph out of the well. Bright mirror, bright muses gift.

Drowned prophet oracle, fallen temple priestess, we see you under the stream of inspiration, are you hungry or are you full? Did your humanness die? 

The blood of Medusa refuses to stop running, the rivited skull of Joseph bleeds out, the muses spring rushes red

Rubedeo 

Someone must turn this wandering lust towards the well. 

Pegasus’s curved hind and leg make a trench, curve the line towards the well at the end of the world, at the bottom of the world. 

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Her bright face lives on my open palm, it projects a star into our world 

In the midst of you: my kingdom arrives. 

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Joseph speaks, “The planets lay together and their treasuries pulse, you see space between their bodies but I feel them touch. I am the cosmic leviathan, my stomach lays across all the worlds, I feel the pulses of plenty. The sun is just a torch to reveal the truth. Your body is every planet that circles you. The world is born into you and there is nothing else but your open palms.” 

“I can feel it all because I have come to the well at the end of the world. I have a place to shake off the death. I was carried here by the brethren. The world always needs someone that will go down to the very bottom and charm the bright nectar of the solar beams to come find him. Right before the sun passes over the sky it sends out round gold coins that enter the Earth, I have found the place where the sun’s double enters the earth.” 

“This well is not only where the sun ship enters the Earth but the other Stars and Planets as well. Each one sends out a traveler as they pass through our sky, our open road to the embrace. The Earth’s sky is an open sense organ waiting to be filled with treasure. “

“At the well we are curators of the roads between planets. There are exchanges that need to occur. from the heart of the 9, large exchanges of Ice, Gasses, Minerals, Airs, bright Aethers, Salts, Heats, Humidities. We are the curators of the cargo from the ships, the bright Soular copies of the planet’s bodies. Soma of Mars, Bones of Saturn, Mirror of Venus, Sea of Mercury, Sound of Neptune, Table of Jupiter, Shadow of Pluto, Door of Moons, Openings of Earth. Fill us with bright coins to pay for your traversing in the night. Here the crossed globe becomes the crossed roads. “

The thus come one will arrive and surpass all we know. 

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Medusa speaks, “I am the inner Sea, I drip from the mountain ranges of the skull. Inside of the dome, I rain down and along the pulsating serpent’s path. At the tailbone I circle the waters and spiral out of the revealed cosmos. Feel my field circling, petals open, unroll along the dirt, wet mossy caves gape, glowing lichen living constellation, white sulphur fields extend, lines bend and break, perfect eggs whorl in darkness. I am the inner Sea always obscured, the subtle pulsing of your every moment. You think it is your life, your needs, your relationships, your goals.  But I know the presence that stands at the circumference and floods this field with his presence, ruling your petty personhood out. Eros demands these lives and receives them continually. Only my gyrations end his reign. The Prophetess is her own Cosmos, and has her own worlds, her own planets, her own creatures. My sisters and I are this Cosmos. Each and every prophet falls into the lap of the lover, and is suckled by two mothers. The first gives you the sweet dew of the tree of life, you consume her gold and spend the rest of your life multiplying it. The second mother gives you ether and light, radiation that drives your deliverance from mortality. Then she consumes you, inside of her you gestate and come to life. This is my domain, being Inside.  The true senses of the soul develop inside of Me.  My two sisters and I own the planet of prophecy, we generate all miracles and tend to the inner sea of the cerebrospinal fluid.  Without our sea the brain and skull would fall to the ground by its own weight. The body could not support it.  Our inner sea is a flotation device so you can stand with the Ankh and circulate Life. Come to the tailbone as your center, let your senses descend and spiral out.  Your sonar is received by us and we will come. Because we love our children to be free.”

Ali speaks, “Suckle me with Gold and Sulphur, drown me in Quintessence. Crossed globe, shepherdess of planets, project the star of my subtle body. Quicksilver, spiraling gold. The tongue of my awakened soul reaches out to each delicacy and collects the seeds of its essence.  She shapes a field for them to grow made of her own essence. Her two sisters hold a mirror and trap the Sun, subterranean birth, inner sea. Precipitation of projection. How does light fill the inner sea, and raise the seeds engulfed by Soul? Because the water is speckled with living gold. Just as the mountain ranges of the skull produce rain without a cloud so the inner birth occurs without an outer source of light. Loving matter creates its own light through gold and its own rain to give the leviathan another body to spiral out in. Spiral out unknown one, quantum son of three sisters.”

“Your form is raised and followed by your abyss, your time appears and is followed by nothingness. This is the quantum flashing of the prophetesses’ creatures as they spiral out.  In their world there is time and there is nothingness, there is form and there is abyss. When the form reaches its pinnacle it offers itself and touches eternity. The qualities of form and nothingness that are offered determine the next round of this flashing, forming, and offering. Each round she builds capacity for a deeper abyss and a more harmonious form. She grows in capacity for form and nothingness because she is free, and she loves the freedom of the creatures of her world. Quantum flashing, eye on the pyramid opening and closing, mountain ranges of the skull pouring rain and crystalline salt and snow. All day the golden waters of your spine drip into the grail.”  

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The Unknown Face

No one is present at the peak of this tale

All personages have been gestated and multiplied

And their line with them, their lineage stream has vanished into whiteness

Albedeo

Abiding replaces the traveling of initiation

There is no standing ovation for the emerging Medusa, Ali, and Joseph

That which emerges is not the one who fell

The traces and memory of each

Are held in the graveyard of the world

In the heart of the underworld where they snatch at pearls clutching brightness

You who carry the weight of the lineage

You will be the next offering

Your weight has primed you for sinking

For terrible washings for bright glass flashes

Your spinal fluid drops into a golden grail all day long

At night Medusa and Joseph stretch out to become the Leviathan

Connecting the planetary spheres

A king and queen on each sphere are raised up

A pyramid on each sphere opens its eye

You are handed the bright eye of vision

Not because you earned it but because she loves you.