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11 Incantations and sunthemata for Ibn Arabi, The Prince of The Gnostics. The seed ideas and presences of Ibn Arabi are planted and grown through the medium of the alchemical barzakh in a plea for an ecstatic use of speech to banish despair and disease.
Sean McLoughlin
Henry Corbin Memorial Library Illuminist Lodge #647
Prescott Arizona U.S.A.
I.
Ceremonial Aesthetics of Ibn Arabi’s Moon Mansions
II.
How Does Ibn Arabi Go Into The Night?
III.
The Plurality of Inhabited Worlds
IV.
Verify for Yourself Thunderbird
V.
White Salamander
VI.
Do not Forget, You can Unmake the World
VII.
Black Osiris-Heka-Golden Horus
VIII.
He Put a Thunderbird in your Heart
IX.
Go Back to The Mountain
X.
Larks in a Solstice Tree
XI.
A Note to the Voyagers
Dedication: The Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi Society, educational staff and voyagers; The Futuhat Foundation Shuayb Eric Winkel and the caravan of lovers; The Spiritheal Institute Sarah Weiss and lineage holders
I.
Ceremonial Aesthetics of Ibn Arabi’s Moon Mansions
Being does not exist in consistent duration
It exists in periodic flashes and extensions
Which resolve into an abyss of nothingness and stillness
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The alternation between light, form, time, immanent personhood, emergence
And darkness, essence, eternity, transcendent personhood, and hiddenness
Seem to occur in rotation but actually exist simultaneously
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The capacity and qualities of each phase of manifestation and occultation
Determine the following qualities inherent in the next cycle or flash and resolution
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As the capacity for emergence and occultation build,
so do the expressions of each stage deepen and grow in potency and presence
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A temple raises itself, expresses itself, is inhabited, and levels itself
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An identity forms, reaches fruition, and is offered to the abyss
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An eye opens, witnessing occurs, relationship and multiplicity are illuminated and explode into oneness, and it closes
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A mountain appears, communicates its essence and nothingness, and flys away
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A sun dawns, zeniths and offers its form to eternity, and sinks into the ocean of its next generation
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Building capacity for the nothingness, stillness, and silence of the abyss
Strengthens the flash and extension
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The qualities of light, form, time, personhood, and emergence
Are determined by each ones ability to resolve into its own abyss state
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This quantum flashing is not repetitive or mechanical
Its is generative, it builds, is raised, stands, delivers, resolves
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In this movement valley and mountain top are one
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Magnetic earth and electric sun
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Joined in a moment and then withdrawn into their own abyss
Emerging again they find one another, in victory they create cosmos
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They enlargen their capacity for being by joining a greater body
And as cosmos deepen their capacity for abyss
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The entirety of the moon mansion cycle of 28 phases describe this process
Of quantum being
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Something appears and is resolved into nothingness
Yet it is not for nothing
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The abyss that is emerged from is not the abyss that is returned to
If capacity is being built
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The emergent form that is dawned and raised is not the one that is offered at its zenith
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Is not the one that is resolved at its surrender to the silence
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If each phase is fruitful then the following phase is instructed by the preceding one
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Brilliance builds and refines its frequency, the quality of light jumps into a different dimension
A higher octave
The abyss simultaneously grows in depth, capacity for silence, innerness, and begins to hold its own emergent goddesses
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Capacity for transpersonal goddesses build until each phase of the flashing
Becomes their knowing essence.
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When the goddesses arrive through developed sustained capacity
Then abyss becomes its own phase of emergent reality
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It extends in its own way in complement to the extending light
The abyss travels, grows, and extends with its own senses
While simultaneously the light travels
They burst together
Outstripping possibilities
And find a new depth to their certain resolution into a greater spacious stillness.
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There are four Earths
The White Vast Earth
The Traveling Earth of bright extension
The Still Earth of the Abyss
And the Sinking Earth where the heaviness of error continues to fall.
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Ibn Arabi’s ideas, concepts, and seed forms are not consistent in duration
Because they exist in the Vast White Earth and its nature dictates their truth
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They emerge out of the most potent and fruitful darkness
Dawn and Rise and Stand to be Offered at their Zenith
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Their light extends out of one Eye and Unity Seeing Occurs through all eyes
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And are resolved, collapsed, withdrawn into a new Abyss and Nothingness, a new silence, a new stillness
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From the new Abyss a new point arises and explodes in brilliance
If the process is fruitful in both light and darkness
Then each phase is new
And steers the traveling of the Vast White Earth and its Sun through a greater body
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The shape of its traveling is modified by each phase and its capacity to hold truth
Ibn Arabi’s teaching exists as this quantum ceremonial aesthetic
A reality exploded beyond usual limits by 28 moon goddesses and a freed prisoner
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If you grab onto its duration or certainty and create a theology you diminish its capacity to resolve into a greater abyss and the Traveling Earth looses its strength, the Vast Earth looses is Witness, and they become the Sinking heavy Earth.
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Surrender your certainty and personhood
Build your own capacity for nothingness
Be resolved, be offered
Let religion sink
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Then you will find the greater body and rhythm
Of Ibn Arabi’s visionary life
And the nature of the Vast White Earth
Fruitful beyond compare
Miles from where Philosophy and Theology wither and sink
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28 goddesses hand you their enlarged versions of truth
Raised and Resolved through Cosmos and Aeon
Available just for you, 28 goddesses and the freed slave.
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II.
How Does Ibn Arabi Go Into The Night?
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
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 lined up
Into an arrow
Then pierced 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 pour 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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Let the rivers of paradise fall into your center
And move through the well of folding space
The bright letters, bright bones, restoring 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, bones.
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Let it carry you
Until your hands are emptied
Let go of your sinking world
Let it be cast out
Cleansed
Let it vibrate to annihilation
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You met 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 geometric fields
The salt streams reach out into the solid earth
Salt veins, salt homes, crystalline spirit homes
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Your iron body is abandoned in the sinking earth
You receive the gift of the living elemental cross
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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Ibn Arabi 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
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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 was 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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III.
The Plurality of Inhabited 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 arises, 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 Imam
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?
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 Imam multiplied by the heat of your breath and heart.
The world is saved
Because you are here.
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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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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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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.
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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
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The world is saved today
Because you are here
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IV.
Verify for Yourself Thunderbird
Verify for yourself Thunderbird
Take it into retreat
Come into balance
With the Beauty of your Origin.
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“Consider: the Measurer is in the rank below the One Who Desires, and the Knower is in the rank above the One Who desires, and the Living is above all; so the manāzil which are under the encompassing of the All-Comprehensive Name (Allah) take pride in his descent to them, when He answers their petitions.” 1
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Qur’ān Surah 37: 1-2, Ranged in Rows Al-Saffāt: Those who rank themselves in Order, “Ranged in Row”. “By those ‘angels’ lined up in ranks, and those who diligently drive ‘the clouds,’ and those who recite the Reminder! Surely your God is One!”
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“The Simurgh’s nest is on Mount Qaf. His cry reaches everyone, but he has few listeners; everyone is with him, but most are without him.”2
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A range of birds
A range of trees
A range of lovers
A rank of angels
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Driving clouds
Moving moisture
From the sea
To the high desert
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Coming to see Adam
In his bright sulphur emergence
Attending the birth of Jesus
Surrounded by the mother trees
Finding Joseph alone with Beauty, Sorrow, and Love.
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The Builders have one focus
To make The One
They do it again and again
Make circles and ranges of presence
And make openings for appearances
Covering themselves in the night cloud
Then pulling it back to show the face.
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Sitting down in oneness, aloneness
Waylaid in Tehran
In the body of Suhrawardi’s “Red Man”, “Crimson Angel”3 , “Book of Light”
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All of my cells
Look back at his extension and ashes
And instantly know the essence of The True
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Suhrawardi, Mullah Sadra, Ibn Al-‘Arabi
You are supposedly gone
A great distance and time away
But we know better
As they fold the earth for us to be together forever
As we fold the earth to find one another
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We represent an angel lineage
Are We the last of our species?
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I show my face as a door between worlds
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A Row of Birds
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Allah
Al-Hayy
Al-Alīm
Al-Wadūd
Al-Qādir
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Three thunderbirds pierce the empyrean
Filling the open sky
With wild cries
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In the alchemical alembic the igneous principle has many stages of prominence.
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The seed, its contents and its husk are bright and sulphurous, tinctured white from the other world, from Adam’s moon. The sulphur spirit of the seed calls forth the earth of its paradise Al-Jāmi. It magnetizes the elements to itself, Al-Wadūd, in its great necessity and desire it draws the womb to it in which the optimal ambient nutrient will be provided in quicksilver, in mercury. The rays of its subtlety infuse the womb and though Her, the star of the Sea, lay the path through the spheres of His resurrection.4
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This is a buoyant movement, a rising wave of light, stabilized in the cube of salt, the creature’s reality, in harmony with its origin, its states, and its bodies. Ibn ‘Arabi’s method is a theology of tajallī, appearance, the hidden showing its face, as the night cloud passes from covering the luminary to revealing it. This cube of salt, this creature is revealed, and stands in harmony with its origin, in balance. When all of the gates are open, reality pours in. Its essence is sweet, reality is liberating Him to Himself. See Him receive the bright reflections of all of his living Ones. They return to Him yet stand here, in sulphur, mercury, and salt. In the prominence of fire, water, and earth.
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In the bright appearance of igneous creatures the labyrinth of the ancestors is destroyed and you, stranger, exile in a patched cloak, are invited to return to the family of God. As a Warden, as a Watcher. Everyone of your bodies is descended from Adam, every one of your thoughts from Abraham, every one of your desires from Aaron, everyone of your sciences from Enoch, everyone of your actions from Khidr.
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Let the night cloud pass, show your face to the open sky of being. Al-Zāhir
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Your radiance extends into Him, and His love circulates back to You. Two chambers of the Heart.
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Resurrection complete in the standing wave of Al-Hayy,
in, through, and with Him.
Unity in totality,
Thunderbird
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Those who rank themselves in Order, “Ranged in Rows”. “By those ‘angels’ lined up in ranks, and those who diligently drive ‘the clouds,’ and those who recite the Reminder! Surely your God is One!”5
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Three thunderbirds pierce the empyrean
Filling the open sky
With wild cries
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Al-Wasi’
Allah
Al-Hayy
Al-Alīm
Al-Wadūd
Al-Azīz
Al-Qādir
Al-Jamāl
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Three thunderbirds gather in formation Al-Jāmi
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Three thunderbirds measure the depth of the sky
Al-Qādir
By filling it with lightning
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Three thunderbirds
Appear from behind a night cloud Al-Zāhir
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Three thunderbirds cry out wildly
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Three thunderbirds
The one, the living, the knowing
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Three thunderbirds
Ascending descending dwelling
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A row of trees
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At every threshold is a tree
A row of trees
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At every annunciation
A tree reveals an earth, a breath
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Date palm, tuba tree, lote tree
A field of trees at the center
A row of trees at the circumference
Some leading to extensive roaring forests
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Each sphere has a Mother Prophet
The Mother hands you off to the next
at the circumference of each sphere
A ladder of Hands. 6
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As each sphere has a command, a book
A Mother book
A Mother of Revelation
As you enter each sphere
Take a handful of Earth
A Handful of Heaven1
And a handful of Ashes
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Take Her hand
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Cover yourself in the essence of each
Cover yourself in dust and ashes
And cry like a wild bird
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Once you are empty
The Knowledge of Each sphere rushes in
And raises you by degrees.
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Resurrection is His return to Himself
Watch the pieces of light, the lamps ascend
See the bliss
of seas and rivers running back
in a circulation of a Heart with two chambers
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To take The Oath is to assist in His return
Are you The Watcher, Warden, Witness?
Do you assist at each degree?
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You thought it was your risings, your standing, your
alighting
Yet, as you are obscured by the ashes of each sphere
He appears
And He loves to return to Himself
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Like the Mother who receives you at each row of trees
In a place away, in shade, in exile, cloaked in blue, in
aloneness.
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Nature loves to receive and nurture Herself
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The Oath is His and is realized in Her
In the worlds, in the bodies, on the battlefield, in the alembic
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Creatures appearing in the open
In balance with The One
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His Resurrection is the in breath
After the inundation of the out breath
Nature moves towards obscurity
As He withdraws his treasure.
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A miracle and a cause for crying out
The disappearance of the prophets form
A handful of ashes.
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She sits unmoved
Suffering, exalted, visited, alone
Surrounded by grandmother trees
Singing to her in shade,
raising Her by degrees of
song.
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You see the Trees of your current threshold
Some open to forests of dwellings
Verdant forest, shelter
Shelter for the exile,
the illumined
Encompassing, Al-Wāsi
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Wildly crying out
Allah The One
Al-Hayy The Living One
Al- Alīm The Knowing One
Al- Wudūd The Desiring One
Al-Qādir The Measuring One
Al-Azīz The Mighty One
Al-Jamāl The Beautiful One
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Measure out my Love
For Nature and its absence
Its blossoming and with-drawl
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As you are withdrawn from this sphere
You become obscured by The Command of the next
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We grieve here at your disappearance
Yet the celebration in the next is simultaneous.
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Father ascending
Mother dwelling
Child Ascending
Child descending
Child Dwelling
The moving One
The still One
Rock me to sleep in this orbiting brightness
Make it stop
Make it brighter
Make this night last forever
This balm
These sheltering trees.
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Three thunderbirds gather in formation Al-Jāmi
Beautiful thunderbirds fill the sky with Gold Al-Jamāl
Three thunderbirds cry out wildly
In the open sky
Measuring its depth with their appearance
And gift.
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Trees ranged in rows
Birds ranged in rows
A rank of angels
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“By those ‘angels’ lined up in ranks, and those who
diligently drive ‘the clouds,’ and those who recite the
Reminder! Surely your God is One!”
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Henry Corbin was waylaid
In Tehran While reading Suhrawardi.
The orbiting letters rushed
Into the living
And for Him
The Earth was folded so
They could be alone
With their origin.6
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A rank of angels
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Your words and presence
In rank, are ranged, are bridged
Into the living
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Only He raises Al-Rāfi
Us to Him
By folding the Earth
So we can be together
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Each lover’s field
A bridge for our footfalls
A dwelling for our revealing
An obscure place for our contemplation
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From The Desire of the first
Imam ‘Ali
I will come to Know the last
Al-Madhi
And through their houses I see Him raise
The worlds
Each one in balance with its Origin.
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Sources:
- Ibn al-‘Arabi, The Openings in Makka, Book 3, translated and conveyed bu Shu’ayb Dr Eric Winkel (Taschenbuch Series, Oceans Within) p. 66 ↩︎
- Suhrawardi S., “The Simurgh’s Shrill Cry” in The Philosophical Allegories and Mystical Treatises, Edited and Translated by W. M. Thackston, (Mazda Publishers, Costa Mesa: 1999). ↩︎
- Ibid. ↩︎
- On the traction between the alchemical seed and the ambient nutrient of the environment see, R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz, The Egyptian Miracle, (Inner Traditions: 1985).
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5. Qur’an, Surah 37: 1 – 2, Ranged in Rows, Al-Saffat
6. Mullah Sadra on Ibn ‘Arabi’s theology of tajallī see, Christian Jambet, The Act of Being: The Philosophy of Revelation in Mullah Sadra, translated from the French by Jeff Fort, (New York: Zone Books, 2006)
- On the handfuls of Earth and Heaven while traversing the spheres see Henry Corbin, “Divine Epiphany and Spiritual Birth in Ismaili Gnosis” in Cyclical Time and Ismaili Gnosis, (Oxon and New York: Routledge, 2010) ↩︎
- On Corbin’s time with Suhrawardi see Peter Kingsley, A Book of Life, (Catafalque Press, 2021) ↩︎
V.
White Salamander
The Rain-Maker creates a miracle with the Goddess of Fire. He steps on the bellows until the flames dance. She rises in glorious quantum flashing, between each pulsation of light a depth yawns beyond form. His love echoes into the elemental eternity of The Mountain. The rain falls in response, the tears and humid emotion of being Her witness. The Living Ores long to become tinctured, to be tasted, known. In The Mountain they wait in a rainbow of metallic Earth, they wait for emergence, visitation. A Bright Phoenix flies into the Eastern Gate through the halls of Subterranean Apollo, tincture of grief, tincture of ecstasy, the beautiful, sun in matter, spirit blowing, annunciation.
The Throne, The Star Chariot, The Circle of Perfection
The Throne of Mercy
The Throne of The Friends
Its Pillars in Brilliant Green and Golden Fire
Red Ruby Core, Black Cube of Space
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A Prophetic Heart and Angelic Flame
Open doors in each quarter
*
To be Throned
To be Enthroned
*
It is You on a higher Arc that Sits
Throned
Feet Resting on The Verdant Vast Valley
*
Pull Nature to Face You
Breath upon Her Icy Determination
Breath in the curse of Death
Transform the Poisons of Earth
Until Pollen Falls like golden gentle rain
On our newly emerged form
Fair Child of Light
White Salamander
*
I Circle The World
I Square The Circle
I Open The Doors of The Hexagram
To Heave Into Unity
For the Delivery of One Medicine
*
A Basket of Arrows for the Burdened
Hold The Lightning Serpents High
To Catch The Gaze of The Sun
*
Achillies (Gabriel) calls the winds and fires
To Bind the worlds together
and Open One Path of Freedom
For the prisoner.
*
Covered in Golden Locks
The Lions Mane
*
What does in mean to pour honey and wine into the Sun
Through the twelve houses
Dancing in mania
To house the god in flesh and blood
Achilles Gabriel Chiron Blood Eternal Creature Kingdom
Binder of Worlds, Holder of Elements, Weapons Against Death
Free the prisoner, open the path, open the door
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White Salamander
Be released into the Wild
Son of Thundering Cloud
And Goddess of Fire
*
Alembic Alembic Alembic
Transparent glass
Paradisical garden of fire and water
*
Place for bright flashings
And openings of metallic rivers of life
*
Gabriel instructs in spiritual blowing
Through the metal instrument of her angelic trachea
*
Purified metal angel, metallic agent of God’s will
Blow into the alembic, blow into the grave, blow into the womb
Puff the flames into dancing
Wrapped in the Thundering Cloud
*
Place the white salamander seed, the cube of salt
The child of resurrection, path opener, set us free
Make us subsist, white stone,
to never disappear into non-existence again
Jesus Christ subsist.
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In Paradise there is a field
Where the seeds are sealed
By Black Earth mixed with Gold and Silver Dust
Covered by Muhammad as rain, snow, and mist
Humid breath.
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Below the Earth is a Loadstone
Magnetic home of White Fire
And a well that connects the Worlds
*
I stand before The Goddess of Fire
I stoke the flames
by offering again the solid forms
I release the running Mercury and Copper icons
*
The seeds immediately rise
Bloom the hovering Trees of Life
*
Into the spaces between trunks I go
I disappear again
*
I move between Pillars that hold up the sky
And root into The Magnet of Her Heart
And Golden Serpent Rivers of Vitality
*
Ripple out White Salamander,
Ripple out Serpent Circles,
Ripple out pulsing bones of Awakened Life
Filius Philisophorum
*
Prince of Endless Creatural Presence
Nest and bride of 12 Watch Towers
Stellar Windows for Descending and Ascending Ghosts
*
Solomon projects a Seal
Covers over a stonehouse of honey
From everyworld, a hecatomb.
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The trees create a space for nurturing
Nest, fruits, flowers, princes, multiplying
Swelling, growing, grounding
Round sphere of wood
Heart of The Wood
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I can receive The Thundering Cloud filled with Fire
Because my roots are Metallic and Magnetic
Because my body is made of Seven Spheres
Filled with Mineral Rainbows
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I lay across all worlds in my Elemental Bliss Body
As Leviathan, As Creatural Talisman
Celebration of Extension
And The Soul’s Electric Magnetic Pulsation
As it Abides in Free Space.
*
I wonder
As I wander through this field of Trees and Pillars
Where are all the People?
*
I know this is a place away
An alembic for initiation
I know that many degrees must be passed
For locks to open and paths extended
*
I know your heart must break
I know you must renounce all worlds
But still I long for there to be more People here
*
I have a magnetic wish for my life that is left
I wish for more Friends to smile with in Beauty
*
I am a Leviathan connecting all of You
Are there more of me?
*
Has your Body and Soul become a field of Life?
*
There must be more of us, I can feel
Your white fire salamander presence
You weigh nearly nothing
Your lightness is unique
You are here
But you are already gone.
VI.
Do not Forget, You can Unmake the World
A hand reaches out to you from beyond,
with curved white moon fingers,
with a palm like a door, like a cauldron, like a home
Skin dancing with joy
because you are near
*
Globes of freedom,
transmit the frequency of complete immersion,
complete submersion,
Into Her World
of Healing, Reckoning, Smelting.
*
Great One,
Melt me with Love
Seal me,
steal me away from the world of ashes and grief
*
Where women and children pay the ransom with their lives
So God can be praised by the violent beasts
As they collect their toll
And make crude piles of Her body.
*
Take these heavy Iron chains
I drop them into Her Cauldrons
I shake off this world
I open a door for the bright spirits
*
Turn these chains
into a celebration
of rushing Copper and Brass
Adornment, Healing
*
I step into your bright field
Of animals, spirits, plants, trees, flowers, and minerals
The magnetic and electric body of the dead
dress themselves with plant spirits and balms
With mist of stars and pulses of planets
They climb through the gate
The bridge of our hearts joining
*
I do not want to know the story
or the names of the past
I want that melted down
Into silver and gold bowls
To refresh the wounded bird
*
God’s world need to be Unmade
Smelted by Her, melted by her Love
Returned to the Home of Her Palm.
*
Deliver Water to the Date Palm
Carry water to the Tree
Adorn your heart with her freedom
Her sugar, her sweetness.
*
Do not forget,
You can unmake a world
That is why you are here
Miss Witness, Miss Watcher, Mystery
123 Persephone
*
Copper river running
Tears of the heavy chains
*
Let Dhul Nun’s father be set free
Let his mother and sister be raised up
Let his grandmother and aunts be celebrated,
decorated with healing salves
Joined by bright animal guides
Adorned with living metals, singing victory,
shaping a new House of Light without shadow
Without one slave in sight
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I want the world unnamed
I want the dead reckoned,
I want the Namer to pay the toll
I want the Man to be held in the mouth of the devourer
Until each wronged woman and child is raised up
And tells the truth about Him,
about God’s people,
about the Namers, the Takers.
*
The pain of the flesh sings
this Copper and Brass song
The Earth can hold no more darkness
from the Man, The One
From God,
from His councils and boards
From his armies and states
Seized lands and borders
*
I see you boards and council members
I see you hide in the sheepskin of the prophets
I see you because I look out of Her Eyes and Hearts
I see you shaking and grabbing your toll everyday
I see you salivate for more,
with a hunger that never ends
I see the never-ending pit of your metaphysics
Your flesh hating furnace
*
I see your Power end forever
I see you become an exiled ghost
I see your chains smelted in Her Love
In Her cauldron
Copper running, rivers of joy
Metallic Rainbow
Annunciation of Freedom
*
The night is dark and the ground is cold
Where you will be kept away
*
I see Her hand reach out to deliver me
From the Lie, The One, The Man
To go with Her
to be immersed with Her World
You must sacrifice your ned to suffer
Each nail, each binding rope, each choke hold, each hit
I have carried them forever
They must be melted away.
*
I can taste completion
The end of His World
His last breath
*
Finally free in her deep wood
I dip into Her field
I slip through the hedge
And disappear forever
No longer pursued
No longer paying the toll
To Him and his collectors
To his boards and councils
His Watchers.
*
Four Nightbirds announce Her Form
through Song, through flight, through togetherness
*
A hand reaches out to you from beyond,
with curved white moon fingers,
with a palm like a door, like a cauldron, like a home
Skin dancing with joy because you are near
*
New lands, globes of freedom,
transmit the frequency of complete immersion,
complete submersion
Into Her World
of Healing, Reckoning, Smelting.
*
I walk out of the abuser’s house for the last time
I shake the dust from my feet
I walk into Her heart for the rest of my life.
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VII.
Black Osiris-Heka-Golden Horus
I call you Al-Hadi and gather you Al-Jami from the hidden inside
From the unseen and unseeing where I see my self as myself in blindness
*
Without the eye, without light, your depth goes on forever
*
I stand here at the door Al-Mumit between Al-Zahir and Al-Batin
*
At this point, I gather, Al-Jami, I draw the water towards the date palm,
From whose hands shall it be delivered?
I need water from beyond,
May it be delivered from the hands of the prophet’s mothers
*
The call, Al-Hadi, from my heart and the tip of my spine
Moves from the apparent to the occulted,
and reaches deep into the innerness that never ends
*
White Arrow forged in Akhmim,
A gold and silver gift for Dhul Nun
His father’s freedom in Nubia.
*
From seeing to unseen, unseeing
From the greatest point of the occulted heart of the gods
From the greatest exhalation,
the pause between breath,
the stillness of death
Peace of God As-Salam
*
I breath in Heka (Potency) and Maat (Truth),
I turn the essences inside out and deliver them into act
I Bring them into the manifest and shape them Al-Musawwir, Ptah-Taten
*
Hu Allah Hu
Heka Horus Maat
*
The Ostrich Plume of Order
The Potency of the Lions Hind Quarters
With the speed of the greyhound, quick as light
deep as night, aware as the night moth
*
I breath in healing from beyond the eye
I receive it at the root, without vision
Surrendered to blindness
A copper love
The mother’s tear
A metallic rainbow
*
Hu Allah Hu
Heka Horus Maat
*
The front of my body is Gold
Radiant sun, pollen, honey
The back of my body is Night
Absolute depth, unseeing
*
Al-Zahir, Al-Batin and the door between
Al- Mum-it
The trumpet is blown twice
The call to depth and what is beyond the horizon
*
I reach beyond the hill of the dead
I must complete the circle of my being
For myself, for them, for you.
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Osiris becomes Earth
Is dissolved in the inundation
His gold is delivered to the black soil
He enters the door Al-Mumin
His resurrection occurs in the inner world Al-Rafi
And when it does, Horus rises in the outer Al-Zahir
*
Unity, Oneness, Extension, Concentration
Victory, Sacrifice
*
I gather to this point Al-Jami
All that is needed to raise Al Rafi
The Anthropos
The Perfect Being, the Androgene.
*
Who is both seen and unseen
Apparent and Occulted
*
Called Al-Hudi,
Gathered Al-Jami,
Siezed Al-Mumit,
Shaped Al-Musawwir,
Weighed Al-Muhsi,
Seized Al-Mumit,
Wrapped Al-Salam, Ar-Rahman
Delivered Al-Zahir
at the point between
Door of Heka, Maat, Hathor
*
Everything that stands Al-Qaim
Unstands
Every eye that sees
Unsees.
*
You are called into innerness
And out into act
Concentrated, extended
*
The Shaper Al-Musawwir
weighs and numbers Al-Muhsi
the qualities of the gathered cloud
In the balance by tasting.
*
When I taste these waters
My tongue is Her tongue
Watered by one water
Being in dark acidic and sweet fluids
A feather of Truth, the beak of an ibis.
*
Oh heaving and thrusting body of god
You arrive out of the inner
In a victorious force.
A gale of bright letters and forms
Tornado of images and voices
You jump with the power of the lions hindquarters
Through the door
And into form
*
Your hips thrust
and you deliver the seeds of Truth
The healing elements into the spine
*
Make it rise Al-Rafi
Let it be rooted and established
In the parched desert of our shared grief
In old age that longs for rest and depth
*
Let the spine of the old King rise beyond the horizon
A pillar beyond, an ancestral token
Let the spine of the new emergent Queen Horus
Rise in the apparent moment, here in form
Tinctured by Earth
Golden body, Black Body
Dispersed Ancestor
Raised child
Rejuvenated Guide, Elder, Friend
Beyond me forever
Washed away by the Merciful Inundation.
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VIII.
He Put a Thunderbird in your Heart
*
Moon moon moon moon
Four Moons over Makkah
A moon in each corner of the Kabbah
Mother of Towns
Mother of Stones
Mountain, mountain, mountain, mountain
*
Why do we bow low, lower, lower?
*
Because The Milk is from The Breast
And it is Expanded and Open
Mother of lightning feathers
And this gate, this jewel, this shelter
Is a pleasure garden of metallic harmony
*
Listen to the spheres exude the music of pure metals
Seven pure tones
Seven ultraviolet rays
For you pleasure and meal
*
White salamander crawl out of the fire
Crawl across the sky
An eye on each pyramid
A pyramid of each planet
Seeing, you
The seeing
*
You, coyotees
You, alleyways
You, dervishes
Receive your Lord
Receive your Red Hyacinth
Receive your song
*
Tumble in to a new dimension of lowness
*
Under a white cloud
After returning from exile
I beg for shelter in the wilds
I trace out the shape of the cube on the Earth
*
On this mountain I met Eve
On this one Abraham’s chest became deep green
On this mountain Moses’ ear receives the
Thunderbird
And on this one Muhammad’s Night never ends
*
I pull the warmth of this night around me like a robe
The field between four mountains
I put a handful of earth from each
In the furnace
And a star is born
*
Creatures without shadow scurry out of each quarter
Knights of Fire
12 Stellar Strongholds
Chariot and trumpets of Her Victory
*
He put a Thunderbird in your heart
He puts a Thunderbird in your eye
Thunderbird waking up from your nest of sulfur
Thunderbird shake out the death, shake out the sleep
In your sky of mercury
With your feathers of gold
Open your wings
Extend them across the horizon
Bring them together
Make the fire rise in the furnace
The star rise into the center of the sky
*
Out of four mountains
We bring forth her red hyacinth jewel
Jade pillars, aquamarine shawl
*
And you, Cobbler
Jacob Boheme across all time
Make me shoes to walk with Khidr
Make them green like Abraham’s chest
Gold like the thunderbird’s breath
Blue like Fatima’s shawl
White like Hagar’s bone
Silver like Moses’ begging
*
I see a place where no devil can walk
Hagar’s bones trace out the limits
Hagar and Ismael are buried in one quarter
Bones like frankincense
Mind like myrrh
*
Four Mountains, mineral record of The True
Four Tent pegs, Gabriel’s garment
Adam receives Mercy in the wild places
Completely surrounded by the goddess
*
Adam begging for shelter
Moses begging for light
These bones filled with The Living
Ya Hayy
*
As the scorpion moon
Empties into the fishes mouthes
I cannot be reasonable
I can only sing and dance
Filled with the living one
IX.
Go Back to The Mountain
“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
*
Every pleasure reached, savored
Every fear endured, seen through
*
There arises a deep silent desire
To return to The Mountain
Of its Origin.
*
No matter where the Gold travels
or dwells in stillness
it carries the Song and Light
Of its Original Mine
*
Who returns the Ore
To The Mountain?
*
Who opens The Mine
and extracts in a dizzying
Magnetic whorl?
*
Do not be afraid
Child of Gold
Song of The Beautiful Mountain
Standing Wave of Light
*
Follow this silence
Why fear Light upon Light?
*
Who returns The Stone
To The Mountain?
*
Return the Body of Gold
To The Mountain of its Origin
*
Return the Spirit of Gold
To the noetic ranges of ecstacy
*
Return the soul of Gold
To The Earth’s deep heart
Cauldron
*
3 travelers
3 Riders
3 Thunderbirds
*
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
*
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
*
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
*
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
*
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
*
Then a deep stirring arises
The Song begins to long
For The Mountain of its Origin
*
Harmonize your Song and Light
Wherever you are
Near or far
To The Mine
*
Memory, water
muse, mirror, silver
Lattice, round, curved
Talisman
Remind me how to shape fire’s path
To mimic your perfect love
*
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
*
Noetic creatural Eros
Explosion, extraction
In this return
I meet a large never known flowering
of Life
*
I am of three essences
I have three mines of origin
*
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.
*
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.
*
“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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X.
Larks in a Solstice Tree
*
“You take your knowledge dead from the dead, but we take our knowledge from the Living who does not die.” Prologue Book 1 The Futuhat, Ibn Al-Arabi
*
You are The One
And so are The Others
Learn to See
The One among Many.
*
Start with Ali,
Start with Christ,
Then turn toward their mothers, their Earths
Turn toward their fathers, The Suns
Turn towards the Others, the 7 stars of the Pleidies
*
Roll out the blue black cloth of Fatima’s shawl
Until quicksilver flashes emerge
Until rushing gold and copper announce that
The Household is alive.
*
Bring the fire to the black stove
Show the face of Ali, Hasan, Husayn
*
White fire in a rounded bowl
Red elixir in a cup
White phoenix, white dove
White Host, As Rising Sun
Above The sea
*
Dawn,
Day,
He reaches up in Jubilee
Free from the dross
of History and Culture
Religion and War
*
Saint wrapped in Silence
In hunger
Working the bellows
You cause the fire to reach up
Uprising
Like a creeping hyacinth vine
As your foot falls
A rainbow serpent climbs The Pillar
*
Make the Horse’s hooves
Seek the true gates of the directions
*
Take our advocate
To his hidden Home,
beyond this graveyard
*
I see nothing but Seeing
In all directions
Knowing, The Presence.
*
The Harmony
Of these many Organs
Their unity in Life
United, Talisman
*
Each Organ
Is a member of
The House
*
You must love them all
All of Them
As One.
*
Your love is the binding thread
Holding The House together
Ali, Fatima, Hasan, Husayn
*
My Commander’s face, everywhere.
*
In order to know this earth fully
I must know all her special people
And the princess spirits
of their dwelling places.
*
This is what brings me to the bright desert night, alone.
Circle of bright faces and voices
Underneath The Rider
The Living One
*
Whispering his name into the ear
Cupping the word with the palm
Sheltering it from His sky
Keeping the heat of the breath
Coherent as it travels to the ear
Pump the bellows, prime the pillar
For radiant life
I hear his name, again
Your shining face
*
Ali, Ali, Ali, Ali
Mary, Mary, Mary Mary
Mercy, Mercy, Mercy, Mercy
Ya Haay, Ya Haay, Ya Haay, Ya Haay
The Sea, The Sea, The Sea, The Sea
*
Brighten this dark chamber of reflection
Your household members shine together, as larks
Bright birds in a solstice tree
*
“The lark in the morning, she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings”
Tradition Irish Song
*
Only against Fatima’s deep black sky
Can I see the 7 bright stars that all of you are
Only against the bright orange sunset
Can I see The Rider voyaging in His Night of Power
*
Your face, Commander, Secret, Risen One.
*
Alive, in ecstasy,
in presence,
in suffering,
and the medicine you gather.
*
Your Horse
Is the medicine basket
And ancestral path finder of vision
*
Muhammad, you heart is the drum
And it takes you to the true world
You ride to find us in the future
So we can gather your Home
And its members.
*
Like larks in the solstice tree
Like lanterns in the mines
Like stars nestling into a earthen nest
*
Bellows heating up the forge
The Breaths announce his arrival
*
There is a horse in the center
Of the true living earth
That waits for you
Alert, poised, mighty
*
This Horse follows the horn of Gabriel
Zig Zags through the locks of Nature
Delivers you to The Mist.
*
Like You,
We come alone
Carried in the belly or breast of a wise sky beast
*
In a heart ship,
sheltered from skies and paths
Humans have never walked alone
*
We travel in the body of our advocate
Medicine Horse,
Sky King of Vision
Your rainbow mane covers us
Frames our face
With golden streaming time
As He returns to the beauty of his Silver origin.
*
Collect the members of the house
Place them in a basket
Nest the Ores in a clear flask
Each member of The House
Each river of paradise
Bring them together again
Inside the body of a brightened Earth
Witness their faces shining together
Through all worlds
In Her nest
Uniting, circulating, procreating, persisting.
*
“Oh, Roger the ploughboy, he is a dashing blade
He goes whistling and singing over yonder green shade
He met with pretty Susan, she’s handsome I declare
She is far more enticing then the birds all in the air”
*
Man of the bellows,
bring your heel down with speed
This white flame rises and frames the face of Ali
And his brother Christ strong, rising,
Undefeatable Commanders
Hearts beating as drums
Living Earths, Horses riding
To the Awakened House.
*
“He clothes them and shines brilliantly to them;
He teaches them through cups of the friend.” Chapter 30 Book 3 The Futuhat
*
There are 7 stars in the Pleidies
And they are in Harmony
Fixed by enduring Love
In a remote station
*
Like the Members of His House
The Organs of this body
The Ores and metals
that make up The Stone, The Elixir
*
These 7 need a nest in the Earth
A place to shine into
A place where light can persist
Be true.
*
Oh you, whose heart is open
And awake
A manger for a starry night
A solstice tree filled with birds
*
“The lark in the morning, she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings”
*
If we open up this stone, that Nature has sealed
We leave the safety of the known
We go out of Egypt and into the desert again
How shall we feed the child inside the flask?
When He opens his eyes and mouth expectant?
*
With the dew of the Dawn
Shimmering water of morning
Miraculously covering the land
We spot it from the view
of the circling Eagle
We see our gold arriving as this strange water
This nutrient
This frankensence, this myrrh.
*
I must learn to see the Many as One
As I love Him, a wave of Power, Mighty Joy
This seeing, this eye, this path
That falls on Him, in morning
And in evening, at night and in the dawn
I must learn to let this Love dictate the Harmony
Of Life
*
In the House of The True
The Stone is Opened
And in its new Land
A Golden Water Arrives
To feed the Child at its heart
*
We claim our freedom in the desert
As our advocate Rides through the bright orange sky
On a horse from the center of the Earth
Its hooves and his heart beat together in Might.
*
You will not escape death
But in your life you may become a bridge
For the victorious ones to live through all the worlds
In delight, in love, in light.
*
“The lark in the morning, she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings”
*
II. Catching a star in an (earthen) glass vessel
*
In the heart of Mongolia
At the center of the steppes
Is a magical horse
The entire sky fits within his body, the entire sea
Depending on where The Rider seeks the medicine
*
Sometimes the heir of light
Needs to travel out of this world
To find the Ones who will
Cause his Household to persist
*
The Future iteration of Gold
The shining faces of his loved ones
As they peer into the bowl of time
And send love and support
*
Muhammad saw this world fall away
He called it the end of the world
And yet, in the alchemical furnace and flask
What every illumined soul sees
Is the dross falling from the stone
Into the sand
as it opens to the dove.
*
Ibn Arabi witnessed things occur in the same alchemical flask
He described the 2 blasts of Gabriel’s horn
The Atomic Brilliance of Enoch’s matter
Arriving as apocalypse, influx of fire and wind
*
This happens when the stone is opened and when it is recombined.
In between a child emerges that can only be fed by manna
The golden dew of the dawn
The coagulations of seven stars essences
*
When the stone is opened
When its bound amalgam is opened up
Seven streams of paradise emerge
The rushing ores must be shaped into a pattern
This is when the Pleiades are used to give shape to the chaos
Of sulphuric eruption
*
This cloud can kill the alchemist
*
But if the seven stars
As the seven members of the holy house
Shine their face of light from the future
into the bowl of time
Then a paradise emerges in the flask
The child of gold begins its development
*
In the unfolded land,
nature unfolded to find an opened land
That was obscured.
*
One could say
He rises on a land of treasure
Surrounded by golden dew
Renewed every day
As his nutrients.
*
The test of the glass
occurs at the opening of the stone
And at its resealing.
*
Muhammad rides the magical horse
And the path of their voyage
Requires numerous vehicles
One of paws, one of hooves, two of feathered wings
Wolf, Horse, vulture, humming bird
*
We travel in these bodies to reach the seven stars
They have become remote
They need to be invited
to nest in an earthen vessel
To set the course for 7 rivers
To repattern the ores so the stone can be resealed
And become the elixir
*
The golden buoyant world that rises
As the heavy earth and nature falls
A world ended and a world rises.
*
The members and organs of the Holy House
Join the alchemist in his endeavor
To open the obscured, to find the treasure
The promise, the oath
*
Buried deep in Earth, wrapped in stone
Is a single seed of refined fire
Suspended in crystal, salt
Like a beacon in the buried house
A fallen star,
a portal for its family to live into our world
*
Seven faces,
seven lamps,
seven flames,
seven rivers.
*
One bright seed
Stabilized by seven stars
begins to rise as air and earth on the vertical pillar
Begins to ripple out as fire and water on the horizontal
Make your world bright one.
*
XI.
A Note to the Voyagers
*
I
Your hands are emptied
At each spheres limit
*
When the angel hands you to the next
Their hands meet for a moment
*
A shelter in this wilderness
*
You see everything fall from your hands
You cannot take this world into the next
*
Your hands give the offering again
In return you gain,
Everything.
*
Do you have room to hold
Each blade of glass
Every one?
Each ray of light?
Each creatures fullness?
*
Time will tell
If you are empty enough.
*
If you don’t have the space for the next world
It cannot exist
*
And you crumble back into the first
*
If you don’t have space at your Inn
He will be born in hay
Crashing into the lowest world
Because he couldn’t hold the highest.
*
You thought it was a noble birth
But Jesus crashed into this world
Like a meteor
Because the one before him/he failed
*
He seems mighty
because you crave security and comfort
But Jesus came into this world
Because we couldn’t hold the next.
*
II.
*
The members of the holy family
Move across the line
On one side of the line
Is pure spirit
On the other side
Is the soul enveloped in flesh
*
Death is when the spirit withdraws itself
From the envelope
And doesn’t return
*
The voyagers move back and forth
Across the line
They travel out
Transfer goods between the worlds
And return
*
Not for your entertainment
Not for their benefit
But as the function of their station
*
The members of the holy household
Appear and disappear
Flicker in and out of the body
*
When they disappear
some of you mourn
Some of you celebrate them
For your own benefit
For the benefit of your cause
*
They are not gone
And you are not here
*
You cannot enter
Into the fulness
Because you are not empty
*
At every limit
Your hands will be emptied
You see the limit of your power
*
He puts his hand on his son’s back
While he practices his letters
Learning to communicate
Across the line
Of spirit and body
Is the highest thing
*
No one talks
About the things that must move
Across these limits
*
The voyage is presented
As a solitary endeavor
No one knows the purpose
Of the One who goes out
*
The One who goes out
If he is empty enough
To hold the next world
Then it is real
*
If it is real
He opens the gates
And delivers the masses
*
If he cannot hold the world
He crashes back down
Into the hay
Into a kingdom
He almost surpassed
*
III.
*
Muhammad goes out
*
Out of Egypt
Out of the wilderness
*
He crosses the line
Crosses it to return
*
He shows his face
He withdraws his face
His hands are emptied
*
Both hands grasp the mane of his steed
He returns with light
His household appears
His household disappears
*
When he is outside of the world
He peers into the bowl of time
To find us here in the future
*
This is the way
He causes his household
To jump across worlds
*
He takes it out of the world
And projects it into the future people
Of the next world
*
Each iteration of his household is unique
It arrives through you
Based on your qualities
It will persist or crumble
Back into the hay of the lowest world
*
IV
*
You think its a story about a prophet
A person
But the story is about a stone
A stone that holds a star
That lights a world
He is voyaging out of
*
If he crosses the limit
And persists
He holds a new star
And the next world is real
*
He is handed off
To the next angel
*
This is the mystery
Of enveloping light
In an alembic
*
A lantern for the angel of each sphere
Your subtle body as cosmos
*
You think he is a king
But he utterly failed
His likeness lines the halls
Of the underworld
And the dead use his story
To prop up their puffed up fullness
Their illness
Their fantasy of ownership
*
The hands are emptied at the limit
Everything falls from you
*
As he crosses the line
And his spirit goes out
His return is silent
It is signaled by a smile,
A grin
*
A hermetic grin
For a boundary crosser
A secret chief of chiefs
Hiding as a child
In the lowest station of hay
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