The Western Gate

The following two poems are taken from the journal ~ labelled Devas Sublime Book no.0. Its content was channelled and also wrote on awakening from Lucid Dream work. Although the content received could be said to be taken from ‘this’ character or ‘that’, in essence all that is received is from the same stream. It will be repeated throughout these posts that Wisdom and its Orphic temple, Creativity, do not belong to anyone, Wisdom and Creativity do not arise of us, nor belong to us, they are born of themselves and we channel that. We can claim we created ‘it’, but we do not. For the most part the vast majority of everything I have wrote, in esoteric terms is lost because I would burn it on Samhain. This yearly ritual emphasised, I do not own this knowledge, whether abstract, wise, rhetoric or naïve.
The first Poem ~ From Babylon to Babalon expresses creation, from our self exile and to Equilibrium.
The second post ~ form part of a much larger collection of ‘discourses’ set between the imagery of ‘The Horned God’ and ‘The Goddess’. These represent dynamism, each can either repel or attract. Ultimately in order to be one, the two must be in complete harmony/equilibrium. Persephone and the Devil,;- we are all Persephone, seeking into our shadow self ‘The Devil’. That which we avoid says more of our character than the aspects that we show in our mask to the world.

From Babylon to Babalon

Alone, I am in Babylon,
Devoid of all that we should have been.
This temple whose bricks of sand drift apart-
The flowing measure time.
Two hands with skill a temple build
A thousand cannot prevent its fall.
The seed of sin,
Arose that oldest moment
when vanity clothed flesh with unbounded promise.
With insight, power and thirst
To ascertain the cause of that or this.

“What be I?” The cry in chaos
where all that could be would be.
The imaginary mirror split asunder,
so hence the fall,
Cleaved became the mirror
to blinkered vision.

All things followed alike, light itself divides
And sound…. a hiss, ordained now an octave,
Chaos screamed in reference to eyes
With avenues to follow, the slave.
One star shattered and cast across heaven
Spreading rain of light.
No more black or white.

As rain ceased, it’s colours seen were seven.
Across it’s path sound emulated light
In mimickry of some degrees. I beheld
a song of heaven from serpents hiss to a lion roar,
that cycle numbered twelve.
And nature threw her dice,
seven followed by twelve.
The archetype was lain.

Once alone now alone never more.
Within perfection questioned;
The perfect stone now tarnished
Chaos reflected had a cause to be,
The nature of all returns whence it came
But unity when shifted creates adversary.
Adverse in the shadow prolongs the game.

So how did it come that energy sought A host for being?
Oh Arjuna! Perhaps one questioned.
Bound by skin and bone
And born unto the earth with ego walked
a kingdom given freely, and yet no throne.

If all that was divided were still as one,
What good reason to bring chaos to means;
What good is knowledge, known as it begun
With Wisdom’s shielded seat still existent in all things?

Reflections are opposites and opposites are true.
The one now is many who know not as all.
A picture cleared reflected when it’s new,
Ages with time.
Nothing stands, all must fall.
Emancipation of the mind is not bound
By the memory of that which once it was,
It seeks and yearns with ever hungry sound
To redefine it’s nature and it’s laws.
Each seed and spark anew,
reborn yet still a mask, a veil from seeing
The essence of it’s history.

The will of life defends a right of being.
Cloaked from the light of truth, turns inward
Yet only sees the reflection of a mind.
We cannot see the darkness where light stood.
If we cannot see our self then we are blind.

Now, the mind of one is spread o’er nature
And through it
And is it.
Constant in the flux of eternal time,
Each aspect of life by it’s stature
Is but a word alone in a rhyme.
Each word (or soul) has it’s own belief, still

And
seperate from all else where it lay
Under an illusion of grandeur to feel
That it alone is truth,
and truth by light delivers the only way.

Over aeons looked towards the stars,
What were those lights flickering dim in ebony sky?
Some remnants long past to remind them?
The other world of awe and majesty.

So, gathered us with a tribe and reasoned
On high, of worlds beyond the finite life
And the mind of power sculptured God adored,
To represent them, by sword and knife.

Now that one above, creates that below
So too below, crafts that above. Behold!
This eternal game as every sorc’rer knows
The image of infinity, lead to gold,

The circle of an image eight, serpent!
Eats it’s tail, as father makes a spawn
Now the child casts his father, what is meant?
A God makes an image, vice-versa born.
All in creation is but only in thought.

The base of alchemy is furnaced in mind.
The whole cycle of the universe we sought
Was forever in the mirror.
We will that we find.
Step forward then you multitude! What evil
Hast thou cast and dreamt into reality?
For each and every one hath made the devil,
Built by dreams into a temple for humanity.
And say, ”as ye will it, so mote it be
And as I believe it, shall it see!”

What then hast the Earth created?
Archetypal minds manipulated?
And bought to life?
‘twas not a God that made great Satan, but hubris!
Satan born, baptised.
God creates nowt ‘cept our own reflection here.
Ego imagined evil, these cycles bred!

‘Tis not alone the thought that conjour beast
for as alchemy resides on things in threes.
Indeed thought is the salt, the base not least.
The manifest as mercury
Lay in the drama of the rite performed,
But what is the spark by which the manifest
Is bought from the aether to morning’s dawn ?

The sulphur used is fear, no more no less.
Fear inherently conceals.
Within its layers every feeling sparked
Loneliness is but love apart.
fear! Resides at heart.

Evenwise, love bows to fear, for at it’s core
Same very heart, the thought remains hidden, fight
To hold and grip possess love, for all’s based
On losing love, fear! And ne’er without respite.
For love is merely one.
And fear merges in the blitzkrieg of chaos.
From the depths of fear the adverse rose and fed
Drawing freedom of will deep into it’s hole.

The doorways of ‘that’ apart, like arteries bled
And fear bred fear, so grew a Daemon soul.
All that is existent is alone based
On emotion, ‘twas the cause of emanation,
The radical~ root of being, the place
Where matter became it’s own condition.

Now fear was present in the birth of all,
The first thought of the primal scream? “what am I ?”
Thus arose division, then came the fall.
One of one is perfect,
divide!
Two now!

Side by side.
Duality! and one became
The thrust for the other~ pendulum and trowel.
Which God was the first? That of pride or shame?

In order to know that which one is….

Detach from that which it thinks it be.
Arise!
For if thou art in the dark canst see no light
As the ego of all in fear dreads
To face the poisoned apple ahead.

This art, the emulation of all creation
Still and void of all and each emotion.
Skry!
Into obsidian glass and all appears light.
Duality the cause of all nature.
What is natural is divine.

‘Pon earth all change is marked on seasons pure-
Solstice, and equinox measure our time
And the moon that dance! Reflecting her sun
Alike the the ancient story of all birth
She hath the power of the tidal wave
She holds the rhythm of emotion on earth.

As seasons turn in tide with a Goddess
Alike the months she fruits by ways of moon.
She is the cause of evolution blessed
She knows the rhythm of all natures tune.

How can this be in the midst of all time
The Goddess arose?
If one mind reflected Itself, then what became she from that mind?
In heaven at the start what is neglected.

For in the mirror as myself alone
Not woman in the glass or beast of sorts?
How can all arise when light left the throne?
For the Goddess is pure and has no faults.
And ne’er left her throne.

But
stands

alone.

And what be I?
I cried to the full moon sky
If she, the light of waves and sea
Had spoke it were but a half inched smile;
A comforting embrace,
A union of naught but oneness,
And I never
With her,
Felt alone…
That Goddess on the throne

Persephone and the Devil

(Being a metaphor for the union of spring summer autumn meeting winter. )

-Said that which some call Devil,
To that which some called ‘witch’,
“What part of vanity will you eschew?
For I’ll ne’er make you rich.”

She shuffled somewhat closer
To the shadow in the cave
And begged to know of all things
That her soul in quest be slain.

The shadow inch measured closer,
Light shone, that Golden Fleece
From Hecate’s discarded torch
And lit the grinning beast.

With a boney finger prodding
The maiden in that glow
He spoke again in whispered tone
Forfeits she’d undergo.

“Shall I blind thee in one eye
Or make ravage to thy face
Or cripple thee that footsteps
Are of a cobbled stoney place ?

For this wager and as proof
No wealth or glamour that you seek
Nor status, riches, above another
And then…I’ll yield before thee,

I will grant the wisdom of it all
As curiosity suffered
When finding all material things
Really did not matter.”

Then declared the beast at once
With no crown that shows a king,
“They that desire nothing at all
Indeed have everything.”

“I wish for naught” said she to he,
“So take all, take ye may!
I’ll see with crow, and smell with cat
And dogs will feel the way,

I wish not for beauty
And see before no beast
It is to you that I have come
And not to any prince;

I denounce all jewels and gaiety false;
All silk and cotton rich;
I’d wear a sack upon my skin,
Or dress without a stitch;

Not for me the sickly food
All fragrant stuffed with spice,
I came to you in darkness
From the lighted seasons (thrice);

I deplore to live in castles
Or under roofs that hide the stars.
It is the woods and groves I seek
The crossroads and the path.

So leave me walking crippled then
take my eyes and ears you may,
But surrender knowledge to me
Or give me leave, that I be unscathed.”

The devil danced on tiptoe
And drew a spiral on the floor
Into this they both embraced
Thus song became restored.

The blinding light of knowledge!
As if the eyes were plundered,
The truth that deafened those that hear
As if the ears were split asunder.

The wisdom of the ancient dance
Cause legs at once to buckle,
As if all roads beneath the feet
We’re chaos, skewed and cobbled.

And her face!
Reflected truth at once;
vain mirror shattered through,
For beauty always was distorted
As beasts already knew.