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Matthew Bright Oct 2024
The angel whose name
is Ariel ,
arrives in purple smoke ,
with access to an elixir
of limitless age ,
opens a portal over our
world .

She controls all the
timelines
bringing energy to Earth ,
connects spirit to the
ethereal
realm of Jehovah
enthroned .

Seven cups of water
on a white marble shelf ,
in a scented columned
portico
that is open to the sky .

Flowing through an auric
field ,
an ocean of glowing gold
spheres ,
see all the kings and
queens of the world
bow down at the end of all
Time .
vision , dream
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
Carl Jung in his tower
conversing with Dragon
and the Moon Goddess

" There are two trees
   that are one
   and they are the
   masculine
   and the feminine .
   They are
   creating a
   new dimension
   using alchemy ,
   Temperance and
   emotion . "

Two pillars bring forth
the unexpected .
A new seeding of cycles
and transformation .

There will be two eclipse ,
first one solar , and next
lunar .
Then the warrior sweeps
all before him .
and the Goddess moves
her hand
across the Night .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
The Pillar of Mercy on
one side ,
on the other , the Pillar
of Severity .
All along the Corridor
of Initiation
rang out the cry ,
Uriel , Auriel , Ariel !

Archangel , fire in left palm ,
in her right hand a flaming
sword .
Sun disc breast plate of
chain mail ,
the spirit of Poetry ,
Science and Divine
Judgement .

Then a glowing silver orb ,
floating on the cool night
air ,
and the angel's flaming
sword became
a scroll on which was
written

One , Five , One , Five , Five

This awakened the wild spirits of the grove ,
rainbows , waterfalls and
butterflies .
In the woods their sacred
tryst was made ,
And they rode the
Winged Horse ,
Magician , Priestess and
Spirit .
vision dream
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
She
She --
was seen and born of stars .
An evil sorceress had
fixed a malevolent eye
on her person and
would go against Goddess
and Pneuma ,
but she would be rescued
by a warrior .

Now --
adrift between
worlds ,
in a sea of intuition
and hermetic
communication ,
she glimpses an owl ,
sometimes a messenger
of death ,
and moves toward the
Altar of Fire .

Energy --
Matter , Psyche and
Spirit ,
as it came in that
progression ,
all timelines flowed
through her ,
sacred law and ritual ,
until the mysteries of all
Nature were
revealed ,
by Metatron , angel of
blessings and dreams .

She --
would know the taste of
victory ,
she will not be
denied .
No debased or lesser being
would cross her path ,
not to feel the sting of her
sword steel .
Till she would take her place
in Heaven ,
with the lion and the faun .
Matthew Bright Sep 2024
In a vast courtyard
surrounded by columned
portico ,
on one side a tall cylinder
made from the finest
Egyptian glass .

There in was the sensual
dark
blue liquid essence of his
soul .
Blueprint of a challenged
path
and where one was never
like another .

Ahead a towering vulture
six feet high ,
with wingspan over
thirteen feet ,
atop a high golden plinth
of light ,
one last witness of Nature
before beyond .

Till finally the Alter of Fire
where
tiny lizards licked and
stripped his skin .
Numbers , lines , stars and
a red light became
blue ,
drenching him in dread
and dearth .

Where the caressing velvet
blackness
met newly dead souls on
the shores of Acheron ,
Abandon all hope ye who
enter here ,
the grey gloomy path of
torment .

Now frozen and outside of
Time ,
a boundless lake of violet
light ,
wherefrom a giant dolphin's
head
is birthed a new galaxy of
pure thought .

The perfect sword of
surrender
in Tree of Life and mirrored
reflection ,
became The Eagle , high
above the mesa
and saw where the futures
had been sown .

Then he heard her voice
" It is the Initiation of
Destiny ! "
And so fulfilling the sacred
contract
he sat down now , in
prescence of the Great Scribe .
Matthew Bright Sep 2024
And harm ye none , so mote it be ,
to this we do aspire .
Let the Shadow come out to play ,
A devil hides in the briar .

Black solitary dimension of
tumult and woe ,
she moved her vibration
higher .
A flaming chariot on which
she rode ,
the ******* of all liars .
Matthew Bright Sep 2024
Fast headlong I now fell ,
a hole in dark night sky ,
through diverse strange devotion ,
left alone , outside of Time .

Stranded , unveiled and motionless ,
a searing red blinding light ,
rendered my chest torn apart ,
by a figure in black , out of
sight .

Though feeling no base
emotion ,
there was a demon of fear ,
so prayed I sought my deliverance ,
from this being of anguish and tears .

Was I summoned to awaken ?
have access to this work ,
through darkest night to ride ,
this chariot of thunder and verse .

But something stood behind this
temple of judgement and pain .
The Sun , the Moon and a field of wheat ,
marked where that hidden door lay .

Symbols rose up from the sea ,
a vision of numbers and sound .
World shifted from black , red to white ,
overwhelmed as the first scroll unbound .
a vision , or waking dream
JM Larsen Jan 2023
~Oh! Delicious Death of Self~

your un-Selfing of Life
fermented sweet,

eyes opening,
filling with
| V O I D |

the substance of the
Nameless White Light's
Nothingness,
infinitely
present

Unblinking in its
inescapable
witnessing of
The All of its
not-self
for Jodi
The frequencies produced by our thoughts resonate with different aspects of our physical environment. Liquids, solids, gases, and plasma. When you combine two elements they may, or not, produce a reaction. A measure that can assure that no reaction occurs is too contain it. In a lab, in order for the observer to see the contents of the container, glass is utilized. Only rarely in case of highly volatile substances is a tinted or otherwise opaque container used. Boundaries. They prevent any of the substances from altering their resting state. Randy and I are highly volatile together. I wonder what a gas and a plasma can create through their union. I wonder if they can achieve fusion.
I keep looking for a way to work on my marriage. I’m trying to think about it in terms of creation. Creation is so volatile, so messy, often painful. Cookies don’t start out sweet and delicious, they become cookies with love, and folding, and pressing, and kneading, and time, and heat.
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