Rosenkreutz, the Rosy Cross, and the alchymical wedding: A poem 

Did Christian Rosenkreutz ever live? 

And did he ever die? Like a silent pledge 

over centuries, the embodiment of a secret 

existence, when the leaking of the Fama 

Fraternitas set a flurry of intellectual angst all over Europe 

that became an unfulfilled pursuit of what could not be found in texts 

and could not be sought in a Lodge of practice? 

Was it a joke on Europe? Was it a hoax? Was it an indication blaming  

the malady that beset Europe. Esotericism was  

never such a bigger enigma than The Rosicrucian 

Treatise, not just in a manuscript but a divine allegory? 

The quizzical question that is denied the answer even when 

asked by a million tongues? You must find the alchymical wedding  

is a welding of the instruments of body and soul as the nature of creation.  

Not a consummation resulting in erotica, but a deep divide between  

mortal instinct and immortal consciousness. The question is of who serves who?  

Who obliviates who? And is the purpose of existence resolved?  

Success is that the pursuit of knowledge be withdrawn, for the  

precedence of revelation, which is beyond script or scroll, 

beyond handed down education That the wedding takes you into a dissolution   

for an antimattered cosmic realisation, to the source; to 

the divinity of a spark of a particle of Universal Soul, 

that takes form through the dust of material existence.  

that we are the microcosmic annealing and fusion of matter and a deeper consciousness 

reflecting the macrocosmal existence. And somehow,  

to ascend in a transformation where the soul is distilled  

and deposited in gold. Who pursued unsuccessfully through the ages 

the philosophical stone, without the knowledge that 

it abides within us? The alchemical opus is the transformation  

of our embodiment from lead to gold and the enhancing of spirit revoluting 

in a transmigration, the higher it gets, the nearer it gets to the source.  

What is the rosy cross, but the significance of the four elements 

like petals breaking out of the predominant existence of the rose 

of the ethereal spirit, that lies at the heart of our manifested  

eternal existence of birth and rebirth till the ultimate consciousness 

that, itself, also takes upon the task of accompanying us in the rising and dying all through! 

If we could see with our eyes and hear with our ears! 

And the immense burden of the patient everlasting spirit would, then, get lighter! 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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