
The Plurality of Inhabited Worlds
The Plurality of Humanities filling these worlds
“Tradition, indeed, does not only admit of the plurality of inhabited worlds, but also the plurality of humanities filling these worlds” footnote page 7, Scientific Ideas and The Masonic Ideal, Rene Guenon Studies in Freemasonry and the Compagnonnage
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The quantum flashing
Light extending, pulsing, circulating
Erotic Success
Resolving into rounded chambers of toroidal swelling
Abyss and void; Depth and stillness
Initiatic night
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The light and darkness developing together
Traveling together, communicating, mixing
Crafting a third, an emergent being.
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Who arises from their togetherness?
One foot in the extending projected flash
One foot in the abyss and depth of initiatic night
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Let me be clear
Clearer than starlight
Clearer than crystal
Clearer than archai
Clearer than oil
Clearer than a lamp
Clearer than Goddess
Let me be clear
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What is the role of The Eye
The Witness?
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The witness stands and faces the source of Light
The fingers of light reach out towards Her face and senses
Overwhelm the veils of sense in quantum flashes
What the witness longs to see arise, projects into the Eye
The soul announces to the soul from within the soul
The seed projects into the field beyond you
It annunciates a dialectic
For your pleasure and communication
Then you interiorize it, it indwells and multiplies
Naturea Luminae open a fecundity
Gives birth through the Eye, the soul, the witness, the longing, the desperation
The witness stands immersed in Light
Cohabitating, indwelling
Both feet in the bright flashing
sulphur of the crucible, engulphed
Encircled by cool space, depth, folding
Healed by deification, by becoming Cosmatrix
The womb of your soul brings forth the Third
Mesocosm

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Three suns
One indwelling flame
One Planet
One bright mind, Nous
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You carry the hidden One,
the only hope for the forever falling sky
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We prime the senses for emergence and mercy
The total manifestation of the hidden One
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Only you Witness,
carry, call forth, and deliver The Pole
Your true heart, your straight Arrow, the emergence into your face
Of the one you long for and project into The Eye.
Your gaze becomes a bright path
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If the Light is at your back, you face the shadows
and He uses them to communicate with your veiled face
Feel the forms dancing across your jeweled orbs
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When you turn and face the source of the Light
Who turns your face, your neck, your eyes, your face?
Who expands the field of vision?
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Feel the fire of radiance
and fine raiment of spiritual light
Enter the field your face
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Can The Light move into and through you?
into the indwelling state
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Body as the treasure
Mind, heart, navel of Gold
Source and circulation of the True
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If the Light can indwell
you become a source of light
Your gaze a path
and your face can turn towards the friends
that circle you like a golden mane
and whisper “The Hidden Imam” into each ear
Projection
She is carried by your breath into the heart of each
Interiorization
From heart to heart, navel to navel
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Ignition, fire leaping through flesh

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Each and Every Pole multiplied by the heat of your breath and heart.
The world is saved
Because you are here.
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Oasis and circle of Life
Gentle whisper into the cupped hand
I veil this message with my palm
And create a bridge into your center
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Riding the wave of love
Into the spiral galaxy of the ear
Being arising from the velvety tongue
Indwelling throne
Indwelling Earth
Indwelling paradise.
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The Hidden Imam arises
As a child of bright speech
Into the kingdom of Humanity
Emerging into each body as an indwelling
A certainty
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The true needs no advocate
It stands for itself
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In the breath of Dawn
The world is saved
Because you are here.

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Do you believe the Worlds can handle you?
The Humanities?
Take a risk Imam, gather faith
Be born,
be handed to life,
be handed to death.
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Have you ever been held by arms
That can hold your totality
and emerging truth?
If not, is the veil over your heart
or over the world?
The arms are real, you are real
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If paradise is not living through and in you
has it become hidden from you
or are you hiding from it?
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Are you wrapping yourself in the underworld
for the security of the known
the familiarity of the ancestral weight
and burden of history, theology
the shame of the sinking world.
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Do you think that The One
consults with the scribes, lawyers, philosophers, sheikhs
before delivering the nourishment of a new revelation?
To make sure it follows the course of a long forgotten river?
No, paradisical waters fall in fullness
And reshape the land, swell the seas, and rivers
destroys the books and libraries, wipes the memory clear
for a new emergence.
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I know this World has snared you and convinced you
The best thing is to project your own greatness onto another
To use them as a shelter from the radiance that you are
That the Worlds is.
The plurality of inhabited worlds,
The plurality of emerging Imams
The plurality of humanities
The plurality of suns
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If you meet and join the Anthropos
Please don’t tell that you come from a world
Where to anthropomorphize is a sin
Let that nightmare fall from you
As you ride into Presence.
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Aside from the sweet verdant Earth
What could be more perfect than the creatures in Her nests
What could be more beautiful, more measured, more proportioned?
If you meet and enter into the woman of wisdom
Don’t tell that you come from a world where the blind say there is an impassable barrier
Don’t tell lies in the vast earth
If you find or become the gold of the treasure
Your flesh becomes brilliant
Your Eye casts a path
Anthropos Imam Nous
Three suns emerge from millions of bodies
As one presence
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Don’t veil yourself Imam
with the shadow of another
with the shadow of the past
The True needs no advocate
It stands on its own and rides for itself.

Come out from under the rock of your traditions
The limits of your elders
Hand yourself to life itself, your heart is true
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The One body of Earth collaborates with the Others
In a mystery of communication and love
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Skin is shed to allow a new form to live
Waters run, earth squeezes and shifts, holds,
Fire heals and defeats,
air inspires and causes to rise
Ether informs,
plasma dissolves and opens a beyond.
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If paradise is but a reflection or the potential to shine
Like the old oil in a buried niche
The you are wrapping yourself in old clothes
because you love the smell of the known.
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Real arms reach out to you on this very day
That long to hold your true being and body
Your star, crystal, sun, and moon
Your indwelling light
The One we are primed to witness, love, and know.
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The world is saved today
Because you are here.

***Images taken from the book Hathor’s Alchemy: The Ancient Egyptian Roots of the Hermetic Arts by Alison M. Roberts
*****Drawings by Jean St. John
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