Did I take the bridge between the profanities of this world
and the sacred, where I find myself on a hill at the circumference,
like Moses at the juncture of the telling code, being spelt from
the bushfire, when he becomes spitfire to break the golden calf
and spiro his Supernal legacies, if he had found the magic to emerge into
the divine from the realism, like Metatron’s cube, in its thirteen
circles, would I say twelve dimensions?! Were even the secrets of the
Kaballah (the book of brightness) an enlightenment, later formed among
the Ashkenazi, as an inheritance from those who wrote the Book of
Creation and the Book of Thrones, that let it be known – Geodeter
had long already allegorised his mysteries in the alphabet and numbers?!
I am just a seeker of truths in the mystic hallways of ethereal time,
not confounded by the linear time, because I was born to dance to remember,
and not to forget (like the rest of you)! So, do I know the deceit and lies, as
an infernal embellishment that stuck like rancid glue to the vestments of
learning, if you could wind the fraud that existed from the countless millennia
exploding from the first spark, and thread it back to the original source, the spool
of intricate, primordial wisdom . Thus, should I struggle against the tide and yet,
be sublime! Like a simple cascade of wind to rock the emporium of untruths. If patience
and restraint be a singular weapon against infliction and infiltration? Or have I so failed –
to prompt Universal disdain, that my bequeathal be nothing but a desecrated,
destroyed edifice; that virtue and integrity are appropriated to the dust of providence.
So, candour be ignored in times when we cease to discern: Since the upright
Judas the Sicarii was given infamy, when the self-proclaimed Jesus was given
Godhood, when the liar Saint Paul was given Papal pre-eminence, when the
ignorant Saint Peter was given the keys, when the vociferous magician Simon Magus
was given notoriety, when the rallying John the Baptist was beheaded, and the truly Godly James the Just was given oblivion!
Who can tell the truths of the New Age among the decoys, the sacrificial
lambs, the scapegoats, and those that emerged triumphant? Is it time to
make the change or endeavour a shift? Would then Egypt dawn on us again? Or do we
slip back to an Arian austerity, where Israel would not be a mere corner? Or who is to decide
that we avow to jump over the Moon, leaving Psyche in unilluminated shadows?!
Does Allah actually love the Lunar feminine and does he swear intifada or Salaam?
When did Shalom ever begin (did it ever?)? Did Melchizedek only break the bread
and drink the wine (like Jesus of the Piscean Pacifism), only that there were Abrahamic wars
for all posterity? And are the Zadokites the custodians of veracity, in their
rigourous allegiance to Zadok, Melchizedek and Elyon ( the most high)(?); or
have they failed and been vanquished by the realm full of Levites, who have
gone astray in their mundane worship of material pursuits, to make us all
so ordinary and devoid of spirit in a worldliness that is stupendous in its vacuousness!
Why is God, then, waiting? Should we expect him to be condoning and forgiving, or unforgiving and violently Armageddon?!
