The Foundation Stone

Back to the Tree ! Here and now. No more words like sin and redemption ; just breathe.
This life is mine and now.
Come to Mother, come under her skirts.
Leaves,branches,roots : it is all yours.Fire,water,air and earth.
Mystery I need, strangeness I crave : to question, to puzzle, to explore.
Bring the heavens down, earth the heavens through your body, with your feet planted square and your backbone straight.
Everything is telling you to act from the heart, all these energies want to be reconciled, all these moments want to be seen in the round, instantaneous, eternal.
To receive is to reveal.
In your hands is the map of the universe, the union of inner and outer, the rainbow bridge, the means to converse with angels and spirits, the mother of symbols and connections, the essence of forms, colours and sounds.
What is the purpose behind the reason?
This is what maintains me, all my bones, blood, tissue, muscles, lymph and marrow, sensations, thoughts, feelings : the attraction of the earth, the sun, the stars and planets; the attraction of every dust-mote in this room; the resistance of the floor and the pressure of the air.
I spell the universe, sounding the depths with my tongue, ringing out the bells to the limits of time. This is unity, this is love.
O, spheres of the Self, inexhaustible sources! Here am I, above and below the Abyss. Ten magnets attract and repel, masculine and feminine, positive and negative.
I will draw you the symbol of myself, using the dot, the circle, the crescent, the arrow, the horizontal line, the vertical line and the cross.
I am the man of seven altars, seven angels, seven rams, seven trumpets, seven seals, seven deadly sins, seven stars, seven days, seven notes, seven colours, the seven-pointed star.
This is my body, the world. This is the Kingdom: touch, taste, sight, smell, hearing. Now my eyes are open, now they are closed. Everything is happening, all at once. Everyone, even you, must one day pass through the Gate. The Royal Vulva calls you, the Bride awaits her groom.
Let not discrimination and scepticism turn to inertia and avarice.
Your feet feel the earth, your anus tenses.
Blue child, see the splendour. Osiris sits enthroned in the sun.
Feel the unbalance, the disharmony of energies, the grief of the suppressed. It is you who must create yourself and the world. Release and transform the unbalance, and increase knowledge, understanding and wisdom. What will you find on the dark side of the moon ?
I am there for the waxing and waning of the moon, the full moon and the invisible moon; I am there for sunrise and sunset, for midday and midnight. I must fight my way forth to independence, else fall into sloth and stagnation. The penis erect, the clitoris erect ! Pure intelligence sees through to the innards of the cosmos, to the core.
Incense billows with memories, emotions ; the scent of the ritual self. O, astral light, substance of dreams !
I am of the farthest star and the nearest mote.
Connect your heart with the heart of the sun.
You must learn the words, names, verses and spells of magic. The art of mind is my passion. The sounding of each letter of the alphabet vibrates in space. See how the different notes resonated through iron filings draw them into different patterns. These powers, used with love, bring the blessings of the universe; used for ill, they wreak destruction.
What will the chalice pour out for you ? I see Mars in Leo, and Venus in Scorpio, the Moon in Aquarius, and Saturn in Taurus. How you suffer,brwteen unselfishness and lust ! It is wisdom to surrender, to walk around and look at what is there. Enflame yourself, exalt yourself in prayer, in meditiation,,to clarify, control and direct the forces of your very birth. And then you will call the simplest thing ecstasy.
O, beauty, harmony ! – I am the sun at the core of the swirl, the heart around which all revolves. I must seek the balance of attachments, the dancer’s poise. All that matters is devotion to the Great Work, the fulfilment of the True Will, the dialogue with the Holy Guardian Angel.
I am Adam, the first-born, the first blood, the radiant hermaphroditic child, the venerable old king in the shadowy palace. In my hands I grasp the victory of pleasure, the science of success.
Who is this I, ever changing, never sure ? Everywhere I turn, I see reflections, reflections in reflections, reflections of reflections, everywhere. Opening, rising, I begin to sense the pure,permanent,immutable,indestructible self beyond.
Now, this instant, a lightning flash illumines the universe entire,simulutaneous, all dimensions.
Love under Will is the lion whose mane is constellations and whose claws are fire.
Between polarities, I seek the third place, to create the higher triangle.
Witness the head of the serpent spiralling up the Tree, seeking out the crown, unable to break through the veil of the Abyss, reaching no further than Knowledge. You are here at the demon-guarded gate, between the real and the illusory, the ideal and the actual, the potential and the manifest. Above the Abyss all opposites are reconciled; below, all is duality, confusion, horror. There, in the Abyss, dwells the great demon, the disperser of false knowledge, the consumer of consciousness. Beware the demons, the harlots, the shells, the vampires, the ghouls, the destroyers.
The caduceus is given to you : will you choose to ascend or descend? Which will you choose : mysticism or magic?
Seven ways invite the soul : will, love, action, beauty, science, devotion and ritual.
The waves of the Great Sea silently break over me. Saturn and Neptune rise in the heavens, controlling the tides, and my long-dead mother walks towards me in the garden, proffering the lily in her hand. The cup and the wand are yours to wield. The myrrh of the yoni intoxicates me. The Queens of the court come black and mournful. This is your path, to trace the shape of the vesica piscis.
Here is the cup into which you must drain every last drop of your blood, before you may cross the Abyss, and enter the City of the Pyramids.
White brilliance of the Crown, swastika revolving, thousand-petalled lotus, Macroprosopus at the end of Time !
Now the union of the god and goddess, -desire, grace and reality as one, ad the moment of orgasm when the Holy Spirit enters the celebrants.
It is the Veils that clarify and train our eyes.
What do you see under the electron microscope? Only yourself, and everyone.
When you are healed, you will become a healer.

Tongue is hand is head is path.
Three triangles encipher me, creature of spheres.
I discard the shells and shadows of things, monster of knowledge in the brilliant forest.
Return to the centre: be the sun of the cosmos, shining through everything with joyous splendour and forgiving.
Have you not sensed the purest harmony, the simplest serenity, beyond all this confusion?
Time to come to your senses.
These are the secrets of angels, from the first time.
In your breathing, unite fire and water.
The lightning flash zigzags through the spheres, through the numbered order of creation. The three pillars usher you in. You are the spider’s dream.
You will suffer the mysteries of the body, heal yourself and overcome inertia; Venus will shine on your shoulder, where you awake. The painter’s hand moving is waves of music; the sun transfuses all with soul and beauty. Through the agency of shadows and rainbows, you comprehend the plan. Silence and secrecy are your true friends ; dying thus is but the increase of wisdom ;the inner quest; the amplification of spiritual energies and the revelation of divine inspiration.
The Abyss exists to summon us to love.
So many necessary veils! Into the deep.
Archangels gather in the empyrean of your eye. Honour the temple and hallow the ground: set your feet upon the rolling globe, foursquare under the heavens. Then you can raise a monolith of light.