Illuminist Lodge

You who seek The One

Do you proceed on the path

That is your life

From a lowly or exulted state?

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Does your wounded heal 

Make you limp in treacherous resignation

Or do you come in the Body of Gold?

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Does the One stand through you?

As you quiver in the womb

and fall towards the grave.

Or do you limp in wretchedness?

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The One is a ladder, a pillar, a cross

That moves through your center.

It enters into your rounded place

Curves into you

While you try in vain to grab The World

It heaves the Totality into Form

Essential Grace

Essence of Heaven and Earth

Emerge into tightly wound golden spirals

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Your empty hands begin to shine.

You spine is a trellis

Your rib cage a ladder

Your bones glow, Pharaoh

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She rises and opens her hood

Hovering above your head

Your spine pulses

Golden cobra, resident deity of your life

The life of your body.

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Golden pillar of Osiris

Shine through the point

Of your tailbone

And She ripples out in waves.

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Only the One seeks the One

Do you proceed on the path that is your life

With a collapsed or exalted posture?

Does the One stand up in you?

If so, This is the vertical pillar

Or Do you lower your face and open breast

Down to the verdant and perfumed Earth?

If so, This is the horizontal arm

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Your spinal fluid pulses

drips into the golden chalice

A rounded place where the bright line curves

And becomes wet with love.

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Does the One stand through you

While you quiver in the womb?

Does the One stand up through your shining bones 

and raise a sail

To catch the wind of Gabriel’s Horn?

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In the Subtle Form of Phanes

free of Fantasia

Moulded by Ptah

Every Planet Orbiting Through

This Body of Victory

Victorious Anthropos 

Crowned by Cosmos

Spine of Might

Solar Heart

Mercurial Throat

Venusian Face and Brain

Sacral Plutos, Full Moon Bowl

Stomach of Neptune 

Magnetic Earth Legs and Feet

Starlight and Luminous Clay

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You should know that The One

Who seeks The One

Is the Presence, Potency, and Act

of this Principle

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The One who has found The One

Moves through The Portals of Your Body

Lays a Path

Into New Worlds

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Only The One

Longs for The One.

This Principle seeks through You

Stands up in the rounded grave

Of Elemental harmony

And brilliant flashing bones

Stands on The Planet of Bright Speech

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When you Stand in Truth

On The Planet of Bright Speech

You Stand Up in Phanes

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When The Principle Arrives

The Labor of Death and Life ends

You have Raised a Lodge that can hold The Androgene God

You have built capacity for The Presence

And This Presence Invites Beings

To Round Out

Orbital Fullness

Circle of Gold

Ring of Eternity

Ringing Bell of Light

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The aging Dying man of ashes and grief

Disappears in The Young God

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Raised Lodge

Resident Presence

Teaching Arises

Scattered Members

Gather as One Pillar

Flashing Quantum Osiris

Green Truth 

Baited to Arrive

Healing All

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The Youth 

Resident Unifier 

Measurer, Raiser, Standing One

Your Legs and Feet stretch through the grave

and into the Depths

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Not the blackness of Persephone and Pluto

Where quantum flashes of Riches, adorn Truth

Living Ores orbiting through Depth

Brightest Loud Gold, Hovering in Perfect Blackness

Stars Dance Through Phanes Legs and Feet

Into the Lair of The One

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One Lair, One Presence, One Vast Earth

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The Gods Multiply, The Gods dissolve 

Make them Real, Make them Disappear

Apparent, Empty

Full Moon of Your Sacrum Forever Emblazoned

Support and Door, Path Serpent Vehicle

Hissing and Piping

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I am no longer able to fall

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The Rising One

Makes me Rise 

Rises through The Blackness

Replaces it with Gold.

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The God that Wounds is the one who Heals

Is The Asclepieion a Tribute to Dismemberment or Gathering?

To illness or Healing?

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One dying person, One resplendent Youth

One Lair, One Resident Deity

Mystery

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A Jet Black Jaguar Walks

Out of the Night

And into a Kentucky Town

She finds the dying boy bleeding in the dark

And breathes Life into Him

New Hidden Life from Stars in Her Body

Unknown Cosmos

Traveling with Her

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And He Stands Up, Unknown One

Black As Her, Wound with Potent Vines

Through The Dying Body

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The Bodies form a Cross

New One Standing, Crossed by The Dying body of the boy

Hidden Love, Lair of Gathering, Breath of Life

Delivered me from Death in A Sinking Iron World

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Gabriels living metal trumpet blasts

Rising, Raising, Standing

Announces the Presence of Healing

Phanes Standing Through All Death

His Legs and Feet Find The Hidden Door of Life

By Growing Straight Through Persephone and Pluto

Under The Hill of The Dead

In the Heart of Gaia Again

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One Heart Revealed and Obscured

One Lair, one Resident Deity

Lightning Crosses the Dark Space

Cave of Visitation

Recessed Numinous Space

Stars Arrive from The North

And Release You Again

Into The Bright Planet of Speech. 

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And The One who stands

Is handed a revivified boy

A saved child Pharaoh

Dying World, Rising World

Again and Again

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Is the Asclepieion a tribute to Pluto or Apollo? 

To Ruin or Rising?

To the sickle of Saturn or the table of Jupiter?

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Why must collapse precede Standing with Phanes?

Why must Death Precede Christ, Mohammed, Khidr, Melchizedek? 

Who would ever need them 

were it not for the Terror and Brightness

Of Pluto and Persephone.

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She was not taken from the Field of Spring and Flowers

She lept in longing off the wheel of Death and Life

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Only The One

Longs for The One.

And is Victorious in Union.

Forever sealed by Silence.

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Divine baits make this wheel of labor seem beautiful

Is The Lair a tribute to longing, to desire

When you collapse into Her do you seek more labour?

Do you seek to collect more death? 

or do you release both your life and your death?

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Only an open palm can receive the golden chain.

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The multitude lay down 

and seek the daughters of Night

The young sons of Apollo and Asklepios

Living Ores, flesh and bones of the young

Perfume of beauty, baits, charms, trickery

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The young boy appears to die 

and the Standing man appears to age

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You who seek The One

Do you proceed on the path

That is your life

From a low or exulted state?

Does your wounded heal 

Make you limp in treacherous resignation

Or do you come in the Body of Gold

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I come to The Liar, fully healed

I come to offer my life and death

I hold the White Vast Earth

And the Sinking Earth

The White Sun

And all its children

I increase the potency of The One

By this offering

I increase its capacity for hiddenness and revealing

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Only The One

Longs for The One.

And is Victorious in Union.

Forever sealed by Silence.

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She was gathering flowers to offer to Pluto

The perfect spring flower only exists

Because of the yawning chasm of blackness

They root, bloom, and wither

Under the White Sun

On a field of Infinite Blackness.

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The Heliotrope turns its face 

towards the Source of Light

Uncurls and Expands out in fragrant celebration

Each petal invites a Person to appear

A Part of the Larger Body of Gold.

This perfect expression of Quantum 

Beauty, Proportion, and Goodness

Arises on an Abyss of total Silence and Depth.

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The dead boy, the standing Androgene

Cross of Truth.

Flashing out, resolving into blackness.

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I see the bodies collapsed in incubation

Around the shining green stone 

where Khidr and Moses

Exploded into True Presence 

Shining emerald fire bats and butterflies 

Hover through the air

The heavy bodies strewn about in Silence

Collapsed into their Erotic longing for Life

Grief stricken/sickened with Desire

Longing for The Youth

The Stillness, The Revelry of Want

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I Arrive in The Body of Gold

I Offer my Life and Death

And I ask for Nothing Less Than Every Single Thing

The All

I Receive it, Take It in, Breath It In

The Planets Line up

Along the solar obelisk

Connected through their Centers

Begin to Spin as One Body, In One Lair, One Presence

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A Planet on Each Petal of the Heliotrope.

Extension and Concentration

Essence, Act, Abyss, Silence

The Sweet Golden Apples of the Goddess 

Generate a Whorl of Multiplicity and Erotic Tripling

Swell on the Tree of Life

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The Lineage Streams Pulse through the Symbols

Through the Somatic Portal

Into each Nest, into each Egg

One Tree, One Mountain

Swollen Red, Burning White, and Quicksilver Apples

Living Ores Flashing in Quantum Revelry and Stillness

Fiery tincture drops into each Nest and Mouth

Only the One feeds The One

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The Dead and Dying long for The Youth

Collapse in The Lair of Apollo and Asklepios

Giving everything to be near The Young One

Begging for children, healing, potency, essence, extension

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“Curved golden life, never leave us”

“Grail of Gold, water and fire, Bird of Light

Always near the tree of life, never bend, never die”

The collapsed beg in Silence

“Dark Lady of The Lair, open the door, open the Portal

Deliver me from Death, bring me The Youth, 

let Apples of Healing fall into our Nests.”

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The All, The Fullness speaks:

“I demand all of you, and you can have it all

But how many apples do you need

How much healing, how many children, how much potency, how many Apples of Fire?

When will you stop gobbling my body up?

When will you be satiated and turn to me with Love?

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The Abyss and Depth can only be praised with their own Essences

Drop your Demands

Arm Yourself with Emptiness

Long to Disappear into a New World

Only your offering of The All

Will bring you The All.

The Youth you crave is a object governed by Eros

It is not the Real Youth

The Real Youth does not extend into fields of multiplicity

It sinks in Abysmal Depth Outside of Time and Form

This is the One you Want

Only the One seeks the One

Give Me your Personhood to have The One you Want.

I Only ask for Every Single Thing.”

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“Will you Collapse or Stand in The Nothingness for Everything?

I Will hand you Every Single Thing

If you Offer it All to Me.”

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You Phanes, fairest Androgene

Golden Body

Place Holder of Planets

Breathe me in

My joy is in Our Togetherness

I give all of my blood 

To Make your cheeks Rosy

My greatest Gift

Is to have you Stand Up

Though my dead/living body

We make a cross

That casts a shadow to The WEST

In a sacred round place

You and I

Surrounded by Juniper and Pine

Sun and Shade

I collapse in Death, Ecstasy, Exhaustion

I bring you every single thing

I am your Shepard, 

And have gathered the planets

Your delicacies and supplies

For you to arrange in impossible orbits

Evading all knowledge.