Illuminist Lodge

Many say there are only two paths.  The Solar path to the Gods and the Lunar path to the Ancestors. They bait and bind you into this Cosmatrix, showing you Unity and Deliverance and the end of Becoming and Death. For you who longs for a Beauty that is always hidden this delights you.  The possibility of Stillness and Infinite dissolution of illusory separation. Do you take the Solar bait, do you jump into the light beams of the Gods again, are you that desperate for gold and warmth? Or they offer you the Lunar Way, finite pleasure pouring into you, the potential of all flashing forms and essences, delights and terrors, dismemberment and resurrection, ancestral victory, family, joining lineages of heaving power tied to elements of the traveling orbiting Earth.  Do you take the Lunar bait, consuming the shadowy smoky delights again, climbing the throne of the dead, loving to hide in the dimly lit hill?

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Water wheels spin ferociously 

under the crashing and heaving water falling

Aeons of habitual and compulsive living 

creates rivers of easy repetition. 

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Solar wheels extend in voracious desire

Light fingers and hands reach out for images of themselves

Reflected in elemental portals of Life itself

Unending elemental delicacies.

The voracious hunger of fire and lights.

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The Princes of the Air

Love to be quick and expand

Contract and be gone

The heaving breath

Hides any possibility for variation or degrees of real change.

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You, Path Opener

Look for the cracks in the slavery of necessity

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You, Cave Explorer,

watch the bats fly once again 

In a stream of matter, filled with blind Eros

Plaything of the Gods and Ancestors

Children of the Sun and Moon forever.

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 Always beyond your reach is the One you seek.

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And the lunar souls, like bats from a cave, fly towards the dawn

Velocity of desire in form, essential velocity of Life itself.

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And You, Path Opener

You stand at the Crossroads of the Sun and Moon

And renounce the scribes bait and image.

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True renunciation is to turn away from the Paths they describe

And bait you into choosing

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The momentum and velocity of your life can be turned and tuned

Rushing along the Solar and Lunar meridians is no longer the only option.

What you seek is with you now

Turn and tune to the Root

Begin the Garden of The Black Earth.

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If you refuse to go to them

If you renounce these paths

They will come to you

And in their longing they will empower

The formation of The Stone

Which opens new paths, 

a new consciousness, 

and reveals hidden Earths.

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You possess the Ankh

This is their delight and what they long for.

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Come out, come out from the herd

Step aside here, in a silent place 

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Take the Ankh and bury it here

Choose the Cross Road

The place between the Sun and Moon.

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There are many Earths, sets of planets orbiting

Many Elements, many forms of consciousness.

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The falling Iron Earth

In chains

The abiding still earth

Sulphur

The mercurial traveling earth

Flashing Photon

The Vast Quantum Earth

Elements exploded into deities

Plasmic Earth beyond form

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The Earth, Air, Water, Fire, and Ether

Are Turned and Tuned.

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For now abandon them 

Renounce them

And look instead into the Sulphur, Mercury, Salt, Gold, Silver, Quintessence.

Come into the Alembic, the rounded place

The Incubation Chamber

Step aside into an unusual place

Haunted by the Victory and Electric Love

Of those who have gone before.

Those who have bent the straight paths

Of the cross into rounded chambers of circulation

Begin the circulations, end time, end the world

Obscure the sun and moon

In the golden cup that is your life.

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If you do not go to them

Bright soul,

They will come to you

Bait them, bind them

It is time.

Begin the circulations, end time, end the world

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Step aside

Into a rounded place

Into the face of a Heliotrope.

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The souls of fire rush past you here

Surging towards the lion mane and open mouth

of their noetic androgene Father

Like a drop of water on a hot stone’

They transform and feed 

The Golden Enthroned Sun

Heliogablus 

Lost in the Empyrean of Limits

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Hold steady great ones, here I come to set you free.

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The souls of smoke waft past you here

Hovering towards the Moon

Ancestral lunar soliloquy

Stream of bats wings gliding into new forms

Images, bindings, reliquary, stones.

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The thrusting hips of the ancestors

Enter a new warm body

And take all the Life for themselves

Enthroned hero in the hill

Bound by the falling desire of all Ghosts. 

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Hold steady great ones, here I come to set you free.

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Root the Ankh in the Silent Earth

Turn and Tune the Life that steams past

Step aside, into a rounded place

An Opened Rose at the center of the Curved Cross

Faces the Dark Blue Sky.

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A degree away 

from the surging Paths of Charmed Longing

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Fell the Electric Potential

Of this space away.

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Hold steady Great Ones

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Turn your eye and face towards this rounded place

Now we have your gaze.

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Tune and turn into Gold, Silver, Sulphur, Salt, Mercury

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To Open the Flower of your sacrum

Is my goal

The flower then calls a field of flowers

And bees arrive buzzing and humming.

What, in truth, are the bees that arrive to feed on the flowers of your subtle body?

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Your subtle body rises in glory

Its roots twist down

Each fiery petal of your sacrum is a seat for a star 

Star flower, star power, field of bees, field of ships

Star lines diving into the white bright core

Of the Vast Earth.

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The elements are portals, treasuries, and spirits

Each state has a planet

If you can bend the compulsive lines of force

Into a rounded still place

Take the golden sun and shadow moon

One in each arm

Heave them into an Ankh

The alembic of Morning Glory.

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Build your capacity for stillness

Wait for the Gold to rush in

Wait for the Silver to curve in

Wait and listen for the Mercury to drown the hill

Only in Silence will the Salt vein travel

The body of victory, living ores of resurrection.

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You fell into sleeping elemental slavery

Let the heavy Earth drop

Step aside into a garden of stillness

Wait for the living ores to announce themselves. 

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Renounce the well worn paths of the Sun and Moon

Root down at the Crossroad

Let the seeds blossom there

Nourished by the Seal of Prophecy.

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The heavy snow as it seeps and seals the seeds

Body of Hecate as white silent snow

Covering the still seeds of the hidden poles

Hesperides, garden and orchard of Oracles

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Let the red flower open

And reveal its gemstone fire

Constant bright loadstone

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Extract the ores from the veins of compulsion and slavery

Face the true and tune towards the loadstone

The sun on the heliotrope

This living flower calls forth a field of flowers

Invites star lines to root

Bees, butterflys, and moths come forth by day

To suckle and live

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What in truth are these beings 

that feed on the nectar 

of your subtle body’s victorious emergence?

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You stand on the black snake

And the golden snake climbs you

Trellis of the Worlds

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You shed disorder

And dawn the raiment of order daily

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I will not enter the shining river that carries them all to the sun

I shall not enter the silver river that carries them all to the moon

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I choose to step aside into a quiet place

I root down here

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Here there is potential 

for the next expression of the elements as spirit, portals, and treasures.

I turn and tune the living ores away from their compulsive rushing and into this new place.

I choose to become the deity of the place.

Demiurgos, anthropos, anthropess

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Every step towards and away

Every falling light filled gaze

Determines the shape of the emerging world

You stand on the black serpent of night

You emerge from its mouth

Between two horns above its skull

A golden cobra surmounts 

Your comely form

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The stars hover around your flower like bees

They create a sealed ring

That cannot be broken

They seal you Pharaoh

Deity of this place aside.

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The quantum liberation of the Anthropess

A place aside

A place inside

Innerness, hiddenness

Silent seed in the field of prophecy

A sealed place

Where matter must shine

And an inner sea arises.

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Revealed pillar, hidden pillar

Pillar of the throne.

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Never witnessed waters

What strange waters

That fall, rise, and pulse

Filled with gold, sulphur, and mercury

What deities come to gaze in these waters?

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The embalming baboons raise their arms

They have vases filled with liquids

Urns full of spiraling stars

Wet sealed Urns

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Sealed waters of the starry Urns

Under the Red Pyramid

You long to open portals

Announce spirits

Obscure treasures.

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When unsealed you rush through each cell and photon

Through each Sphinx and Black Dog

Through each bright face of the oracles

Generative waters of the initiates tomb

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You who live on

You who live again

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Sealed cosmic waters of the Urn 

Under the Red Pyramid

Hidden waters molded into perfect vessels

True gold, mirror of eternity, radiant matters.

The most noble thing is that which is covered over. 

We wrap Osiris in white linen.

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Alert Black Dog immutable Consciousness, watching awake

Its stomach rests on the floor of the subterranean tomb

Total presence, absolute awareness, generative body under the Red Pyramid.

Even when obscured and hidden Pharaoh

You live

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Your veins pulse under monuments of obscurity

That which is most noble is veiled, wrapped, sealed, chosen

In the presence of Power

Outside of Birth and Corruption

Magnetic loadstone

Renouncing the sun and moon

You pull the living Ores to yourself

When it is time to build

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Phanes, Azrael, Osiris, Amun Ra

Make me an instrument, build me a channel

Take out the square and compass, dust off the plumb line

The most worshipful master will soon sit in the East

But first he must move backwards through the halls of night

And emerge in the body of 1000 children

Scarab flying into the winds of Shu

Upraised arms of Air

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Shall this lodge deliver its teaching?

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Only you Pharaoh, can handle this compass, cross, line, and circle

Only you Anthropos are the fertile Earth

From which these strange flowers may arise

Bees hover around Phanes

Seal the Rose and Cross

In a quiet place aside

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The path of the Sun and Moon have been drained of all Power

You magnetize their essence into new shapes

You, Pharaoh, in the body of 1000 children

In a field of fruit tress

In nests filled with apples

The children are Thothian 

baboons and ibis

And some have human form 

filled with the essence of victorious angels.

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I will stay here at the crossroad

Until the animals arrive with a new bright 

Language inscribed on their hides

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As they walk out of the clouds, 

across the river,

Toward this very mountain

Drowning in gold, silver, copper, and mercury.

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And you Imhotep, explode in joy

Recording this new script.