Illuminist Lodge

“Okeanos was a river-god; a river or stream and a god in the same person, like the other river-gods. He possessed inexhaustable powers of begetting, just like our rivers, in whose waters the girls of Greece used to bathe before marriage, and which were therefore supposed to be the first ancestors of the ancient races. But Okeanos was no ordinary river-god, for his river was no ordinary river. Ever since the beginning of time when everything originated from him he has continued to flow to the outermost edges of the earth, flowing back upon himself in a circle. The rivers, springs and fountains-indeed, the whole sea-issue continually from his broad, mighty stream. When the world came under the rule of Zeus, he alone was permitted to remain in his former place-which is not really a place, but only a flux, a boundary and barrier between the world and the Beyond.” Carl Kerenyi, The Gods of The Greeks, pg. 15, 1951.

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When Gold has traveled

far and wide

the wide ranging path of destiny

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Every pleasure reached, savored

Every fear endured, seen through

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There arises a deep silent desire

To return to The Mountain

Of its Origin.

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No matter where the Gold travels

or dwells in stillness

it carries the Song and Light

Of its Original Mine

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Who returns the Ore

To The Mountain?

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Who opens The Mine

and extracts in a dizzying

Magnetic whorl?

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Do not be afraid

Child of Gold

Song of The Beautiful Mountain

Standing Wave of Light

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Follow this silence

Why fear Light upon Light?

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Who returns The Stone

To The Mountain?

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Return the Body of Gold

To The Mountain of its Origin

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Return the Spirit of Gold

To the noetic ranges of ecstacy

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Return the soul of Gold

To The Earth’s deep heart

Cauldron

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3 travelers

3 Riders

3 Thunderbirds

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Creature of Gold

You have fallen as rain

Spoken as breath

Been extracted and shaped

Grown long, grown deep

Become wise with the brilliance of Nature

Matured like a serpent, like a dragon,

like a purple sky full of rain

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Noetic creatural Eros

You have carved a shape

In the red earth

By your electric and magnetic heaving

And now like the First Goddess

of streams, springs, and rivers

You round the rushing lines

of being and body

To bend back into Her

Complete shape

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When your waters become Her waters

Your Red Elixir

Her High Roads

The white sulfur fire seeds

Cooled in the red vitality

The sacrificer has delivered himself

And He has been received

Vital Hierophany of Life

Circulating forever

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Deep Golden Mine

Your Shape and Song

Do not change

When your children are extracted

It follows them

on the vertical and horizontal

exploits of the cross

Your elemental table of delight

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Gold travels and becomes

The trumpet of annunciation

The birth rattle

the sacramental necklace

the wedding ring

the urn of ashes

the mantle of mastership

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Then a deep stirring arises

The Song begins to long

For The Mountain of its Origin

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Harmonize your Song and Light

Wherever you are

Near or far

To The Mine

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Memory, water

muse, mirror, silver

Lattice, round, curved

Talisman

Remind me how to shape fire’s path

To mimic your perfect love

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Memory, water

well, cauldron

Your children and your origin

stay connected throughout

Your deep pulling currents

Your Mercury

Hug them close

never leave the well, the spring

Round bell of bright being

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Noetic creatural Eros

Explosion, extraction

In this return

I meet a large never known flowering

of Life

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I am of three essences

I have three mines of origin

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The mine of body

Salt, cube

The mine of Spirit

Sky of powerful legions and watchtowers

Sulphur

The mine of Soul

Planetary cauldron

Glorious nest of The Phoenix

Mercury

3 Dwellings of Essence.

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Who turns the river

back to The Spring?

And is it lawful?

Or have we once again broken the dictates

Of The Darkness?

With our Song, our Muse, our Might.

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“In the beginning was Night-or in our language Nyx.  …….she was a bird with black wings.  Ancient Night conceived of the Wind and laid her silver Egg in the gigantic lap of Darkness. From the Egg sprang the son of the rushing Wind, a god with golden wings.  He is called Eros, the god of love; but that is only one name……His name of Protogonos means only that he was “firstborn” of all gods.  His name of Phanes exactly explains what he did when he was hatched from the Egg: he revealed and brought into light everything that had previously laid hidden in the silver Egg….” Carl Kerenyi, The Gods of The Greeks, pg. 17, 1951

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