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THE 2112 RITUAL – THE ALCHEMY of 418
(We reproduce the following with the kind permission of Brother Asar,
O.H.O. O.'.A.'.A.'. )
Between
the worlds
Between the
worlds, the roaming ghost of wastelands walks the wind;
Transgressed
the cross of matter and his corpse upon there pinned.
No bond with
flesh commencing rot where flow of life congeals,
No thought as
raven tears his throat in first of many meals.
Uncaring for
his tattered skin that flaps upon the breeze;
For the earth
will reabsorb it and his blood will feed the trees.
The lilies they
will bloom again; Virgin, white and pure
And the maiden
she will reap them to bedeck her chamber door.
Resurrected
beauty from the earth to freshly spring;
Coiling in its
splendour burns the flame upon the wing,
Rising as the
phoenix parts the ashes of the night,
Death unlocks
her doorway for the wingéd snake of light.
Crowned,
baptised with glory, forged the key to temple door,
The house of
God awakens where the astral kisses pour,
And silence is
expressed like milk from starry mother’s breast
Letting nothing
hide the midnight where the Heavens manifest.
The nought of
double zero found; Behold the secret gate!
Eleven is the
number in which Nature doth create.
Eleven is the
absence for to calibrate the scales;
The flame
forever burning where the light of reason fails.
The oval at the
centre where the circles overlap,
The cross that
marks the treasure with an X upon the map.
The wheel of
transformation through which everything must flow;
Unity’s
division from above unto below.
And heading to
the portal fixed in time and drawing near,
The fire is
re-ignited at the midnight of the year.
The veil is
rent asunder and from lead is fashioned gold
To pave the
path that’s trodden by fraternity of old.
The Sun again
turns Northward, stretching daylight in its wake,
The cup of wine
is lifted as the worshippers partake,
The maiden that
has slept since beauty wept upon the wheel
From mystery is
wakened with a secret to reveal.
Clothed by
words and letters and the values held therein,
Time illudes of
ending for another to begin
As planets in
formation on their predetermined course
Solidify the
beauty of the fire at the source.
Within the eyes
of men alive! To flicker as it burns,
To banish
worldly darkness as the winter Sun returns.
To exorcise the
demons on the fringes of the night;
Baptism of the
reborn! Invocation of the light!
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