Illuminist Lodge

I lay down in the Voice of God

I lay down in the Voices

I lay down in the mountain range of God’s victory.

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How does Ibn Arabi go into the night?

How is he raised up at dawn?

How is he called forth by day?

How is he offered at midday?

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I lay down into the Voice of God

The Dark Wave

Rolling deeply in the Earth

Spirit Traveling 

Through the One body

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I lay down in the Voices

Michael’s Victory

I lay down in the mountain ranges of night

God’s victory Al-Qahir

Manifestation site of Muhammad’s moon

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The night is His

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The mighty surrender

The breast is enlarged Al-Baasit, opened up Al-Fattah

So the darkness of Mercy Ar-Raheem

can stream into Her world

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You, Dark Wave

Carry me to depths and vistas

Mountains of vision

Voices like underground rainbows

Shimmering in inner ores and seas

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In the night 

your lineage shines Al-Nur

All things fall 

beneath the horizon 

of ascension

And back into abysmal glory Al-Qahhar

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The night is His

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He crests the peak

Lineage beam

Line them up through the heart Al-Jami

Golden chain moves through the well

Of darkness and unending traveling

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Enoch at the center 

at the 4th station

At the Sun Al-Nur

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He calls Him forth Al-Baith, raises him up Al-Qaim

And the silence of his voice ripples into Sunlight

The darkness of his embrace Al-Wasi

Explodes into day Al-Nur

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You call them forward Al-Baith

Line them up Al-Jami

The future that was only a dream

Takes wing on the tongue of Ibn Arabi

Flaps and flys into a manifestation of dawn

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You who was planted into the dark Al-Batin

Rainbow of God’s voice in the night

Now you come forth and deliver Al-Muhyi

The tokens to the scattered limbs of the One

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Iron magnetic tongue of prophecy

Magnetize into speech the voice of the night

Deliver to your children

Their inheritance, their mother’s love Al-Razzaq

Their body free and restored Al-Muhyi

Her glory, Her body, Her beauty Al-Jameel

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Your simple and sublime death

In every night of Andalusia

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Enoch, Ezekiel, chariot of stillness

Natural illumination, initiation Al-Rafi

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When the planets line up

Into an arrow

And pierce the well of your heart

You slipped out into darkness

And were handed seeds crafted by the One

The One who calls forth Al-Muqaddim

And makes them sprout

Makes them rise in rosy dawn Al-Basit

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You open the palm

You open the mouth

You open your face

And deliver the northern and southern winds

The light of two arcs

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The message and the messenger comes into your body

As you rise in response to night

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You are raised up and delivered, offered

Lined up

Raised from your simple and sublime death Al-Baith

The rivers of paradise

Find a gate 

In each organ of Ibn Arabi’s body

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They pours forth and mix

With the Lower Waters 

of Dissolution, 

Mercy, Stilness

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Spring of Inspiration, spirited step forward

Watch the rivers of paradise

Return to a lost harmony with the rivers of night

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Feel them come into relationship again

Through the Earth of Ibn Arabi

The bird of his speech

The victory of annunciation

The voice

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This is not the burden and frustration of tradition

This is the freedom of the spirit

Spirit families that bring rain to parched earth

The purple heaving homes 

of life and elemental treasure

Honey and Blood

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This is not the night of slumbering and sleep

It is the night of the voice

The seeding of the future

That we all long to consume

The nourishment we remember Al-Razzaq

Seed, root, flower, and fruit

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Our only hope for healing and restoration

Is the tear of Her Eye

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I give into the inundation 

that once destroyed me

The waters have changed 

So has my body

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Surrender to the simple and sublime slipping into

The pneumatic ochema, soul chariot

Of God’s victorious voice and embrace

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You religious fools,

You will not find him in the midnight 

of the law

His essence is freedom

He put on the veil of culture only to protect you

From his radiance Al-Qawiyy

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Peel away the layers of your sheepish skin

Sink into the voice in the third part of the night

The spirit stations and manifestation sites

Call out in a song of embracing

Your very soul as sovereign

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It is true the martyrs died 

Among the rays of the presence

It was not a midnight death

They did not give their lives for culture or religion 

or the slumbering earth of law

They slipped into the sublime and simple

Freedom of the bird on the radiant wing

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Why does the sword of Ali still rise with the dawn?

And the science of Enoch and Hermes

Still unlock your breast?

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To free you from control

The control of midnight

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Ali’s sword is here to cut you free.

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Let the rivers of paradise fall into your center

And move through the well of folding space

The bright letters, bright bones, restore the orbiting voice

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How does Ibn Arabi lie down?

How does he arrive?

How does he deliver nourishment from afar?

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You hear and recognize the tone of the voice

You hear and recognize the trumpet’s call

Because it is a sound coming from your center

It comes from inside you Al-Salam

And rises into the echo chambers of your 

Ears, nose, throat, eyes, fluids, organs, blood, waters, airs, bones.

Let it carry you empty handed

Let go of your culture

Let go of your theology

Let go of your sinking world

Let it be cast out

Cleansed

Let it vibrate to annihilation

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Vehicle of Enoch

Star of Hermes

Chariot of Ezekiel

Carry us to the middle of the sky

Where the rivers of paradise 

magnetize and hypnotize the rivers of the underworld

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Here in the midst, the mean

The planets line up

Along the arrow and sword of certainty

The return of the presence Al-Mumin

The victory Al-Aziz

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The orbs have lined up in the midst of you Al-Jami

Within you

Surrounding you Al-Jabbar

The son of Enoch

The son of your earth

Your humanity

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In the dawn it is bright and electric

In the third part of the night it rolls in magnetic pulsations

Victorious mountain range of God

Folding space

Crafting seeds

Opening ribbon

Ibn Arabi’s breast and face

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Noble bird in the tree

On the silver curved branch

Eyes Open

Open mouth

Receive the voice

Let it fly from your tongue

Speak the vast earth into its own life

Twist like a rainbow through the darkness of the sinking world

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Once long ago

A red flag of freedom was raised in a lonely place

Here it is again

Through Ibn Arabi

Through You

Let the winds blow victory into your world

Your rising up

Breath in victory

Breath in the victory of God’s world

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The One falls into the One

And in between them 

A spirit family explodes in brightness

Golden star of a prophet 

The One falls into the depth of Two

The Earth is folded up, so it begins to Rise

A sprit family opens in brightness

Another prophetic star line

As the compass continues to open degrees 

The second climbs into the third

A spirit family opens in the quarter

Folds into the One

The water wheels spin into paradise

The sprit families bright in each quarter

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You call out to Pythagoras

To teach you the mean,

the forms,

the harmony

He hands them to you as starlight in the depths

He traces them for you

As senses for your soul

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He hands you the square

The stability of a portal, a path

Its spaciousness extends out from its center 

from its well

Where the earth folds together

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The circle

A space for traveling through and then for circulation

Rising and falling into the victory of God’s voice

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He shows you the compass

To open degrees of soul 

until the manifestation site of truth ripples

Into your fields

as spreading wings,

falling seeds,

sunlight

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You pour forth the lineage stream from your center

Chalice, circle, crucible

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Let the weight of the midnight sink

Into the furnace of The Smelting One

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This is where the man that was Ibn Arabi

Met the Sun of Enoch

The Black Copper and Gold

The Red and White Sulphur

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Will you lay down into the voice of God?

Into His night

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You meet the Sun of the Crucible

The Sun of The Shaper Al-Musawwir

He opens your body and bones with sulphur

So the spirits can return to their homes in your depth

He treats your skin with salt

Introduces you to Christ’s rivers of white cubes

Angelic fields

The salt streams reach out into the solid earth

Salt veins, salt homes, crystalline spirit homes

Quartered globe of quintessence

God’s victory

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Your iron body is abandoned in the sinking earth

You receive the gift of the living elemental ankh

Gold is folded through the kingdoms of the victorious one,

Her Treasuries, Her Beauty

The Shaper’s Ores

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God’s victorious mountain extends as an undulating magnetic serpent

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Trade your cold blood for warm mercury

The white sulphur and salt veins wrap your warm mercurial blood

His loving rainbow voice

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Religious fools

Put down your book

Stop your recitations

End your noise

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Open your face, let your breast be expanded and listen to the spirit families

That come forth from the quarters, 

the crossed globe of light arriving in his night

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Ibn Arbi used to be a person

That was cast out from the sky

His body was a shade

His bones were sealed

His blood was thick

His organs were vacant

Because the presence was gone

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Then he layed down into the voice at night

The rolling serpent mountains of God’s victory

He lay down into the crucible of The Shaper Al-Musawwir

The Riser Al-Rafi

The One Who Calls Forth life itself

From a futurity that is folded into the now

A past that circles and cycles into the living

And haloes the faces with a golden mane

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In the crucible he surrendered

To the Red Sun of the Night

The Quiet Sulphur

Fire of Matter

Incubation chamber of white lightning

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His Bones were opened to Salt

His Blood to Mercury

His Senses to Silver

His Skin to Gold

His Heart to Copper

His Eyes to Alabaster

His Breast expanded by the Northern and Southern Winds

The Egg of Her Hiddenness exploded into the One Body

His Soul to the One Soul

His Spirit to the Spirit Families of the Quartered Globe

God’s Victory

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In the Mean, 

the Midst, 

the Middle of the Air and Space

The spheres lined up 

At the call of Enoch from the Sun

A White Arrow handed to You

Hidden One

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One degree of Love

One degree of Forgiveness

And the golden mane of our time together.

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Ibn Arabi speaks

in my silent night

and roaring day

“There is a natural initiation, illumination

It is You and the Moon, 

beyond You and beyond the Moon

28 Goddesses and a freed slave, 

beyond Goddesses, 

beyond slavery 

It is You and the Earth, 

the Mansion, 

The Mercy.

Beyond the Earth

Beyond Mercy.

It is You and Nature

Beyond You, Beyond Nature

A Nature which changes as You change

As Your subtle and simple death slips 

Into Enoch’s Sun

Hermes Sciences

Ezekiel’s Chariot

Muhammad’s Gate and Moon.”

“Who will endorse the awakening of Speech?

Muhammad endorses.

Who will endorse the Path of the White Cube?

Jesus endorses.

Who will endorse the Expansion of the Breast?

Enoch endorses.

Who will endorse the Movement of the Pole?

Moses endorses.

Who will endorse the Surrender into His Night?

Adam endorses.

Who will carry the man to the Tent of Abraham

The Crucible of Black Copper

Michael endorses, David. Solomon. John. Traces.

Spirit Families, the Mothers, Lovers, Brothers and Sisters, Children, Students and Teachers, and Beyond them all into the Heart of Initiation herself, 

The lineage that causes them all to line up in Victory.”

The Openings Revealed In Makkah al-Futuhat al-Makkiyah Books 1&2 Muhyiddin ibn al-Arabi

“From her (the Earth) We created you, and to her we will return you, and from her We will bring you forth another time.” pg. 85 

“So Look at the angel with you circling and standing at your side.” pg 151

“It is just as the spirit, too, returns to his origin until the Awakening and Resurrection on the Day of Judgement, when there will be on the spirit’s part a lighting up in tajalli for the body with passionate love, so that in the Resurrection one’s parts will be mended together and ones limbs recomposed, through a very subtle life-force which moves the limbs towards composition, regathered from the composing spirit.  When the structure is readied, and the earth configuration stands up, the spirit lights it up in tajalli with the vibrating ray of Israfil, with the encompassing horn.  Life flows through our limbs, and an evenly formed person stands up, as we did the first time.

Then (the horn) is blown again, and there! They stand up and wait. And the Earth shines by the Light of her Lord.  As he brought you out, so return. Say: He will revive them, He who configured them the  first time-either to wretchedness or to happiness.” pg. 174 

A Vision:

It began with Christ and John the Baptist as magnetic and electric shapes on either sides of a mercurial river which opens into white birds of grace.

Then I met the mother of initiation.  She stands on the side of the sea.  My broken heart is offered to her, my total submission as grief overtakes me.  She places it in a chalice and transmutation occurs.  Her heart is allowing Christ to hover over the waters.  She is the secret presence and force of all the prophets.  She is totally unknown, obscured.

Then Christ and Muhammad begin to sit with me.  They hold me as corpses are removed from my body and offered to her.  All of my stashes of death, from all parts of my lineage, all the death I carry as a stash of death.

Christ’s body is a tent of a multitude of angels.  Each organ is a portal to a world of peace.  Muhammad is a desert oasis at night filled with stars, his family and followers create a circle in the night, I enter the circle and they whisper in my ear, “the merciful, mercy, throne of mercy, throne of the merciful.” I whisper it in the next ones ear.  I realize they are angels. The presence of the prophet is circulating in the circle through the word.  He is the word and command.  He puts his hand on my back to remove my satanic stronghold, my anger, my pact with darkness.

The Mother of Initiation and Zoroaster join the circle, I allow all demons to leave me and be replaced by angels.  I submitted completely all my stashes, all of my hidden doubt, death, darkness, I give it all away.  I join the lineage of prophets.