Carl Jung in his tower
conversing with Dragon
and the Moon Goddess
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" 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 . "
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Two pillars bring forth
the unexpected .
A new seeding of cycles
and transformation .
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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 .

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

Enchanted with prayer, mountain halls
Bejeweled by its people.
As light unveils their rocky spires,
Breathes in the dawn,
Combining force
Of two opposing powers—
Resilient mind and stone.
A binding of things equal.
They twist, they torque,
Erupt with fire fueled by brawn.
Solidified in shared desire
To bring a life to form.

My grandmothers are
standing there ,
mother , maiden , crone .
Wisdom , transformation
and they are guardians
of the doorway .
☆
Black Crow waits patiently
outside .
New Moon in
Scorpio ,
the blank rune , Judgement ,
spirits of the earth and
material existence .
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Destiny is power and using
Chaos ,
like the three fates ,
or cutting a thread ,
only realising it was always
this way .
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My grandmothers are
standing there .

In a vast courtyard
surrounded by columned
portico ,
on one side a tall cylinder
made from the finest
Egyptian glass .
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There in was the sensual
dark
blue liquid essence of his
soul .
Blueprint of a challenged
path
and where one was never
like another .
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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 .
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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 .
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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 .
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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 .
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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 .
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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 .

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 .
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Black solitary dimension of
tumult and woe ,
she moved her vibration
higher .
A flaming chariot on which
she rode ,
the ******* of all liars .

And yes they were the best of times ,
of love and tears and
memory .
Where dreamt I slept black
granite slab deep ,
cold and sans regret .
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Night-birds sang above my
head ,
dead lovers called my
name .
While in my lonely dreaming ,
perfect love became the grave .
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So despised without good
cause ,
I determined to sleep on .
The rider on white stallion
showed me poetry and
song .
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But when last came time to
leave that place ,
and journey beyond that
vale ,
I prayed for Him to keep me
fast ,
I prayed I would not fail .
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Attila said where he had
passed ,
no grass would ever grow .
It grew instead upon his grave
where children seeds
had sown .
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Now forging pathways to this
world ,
sacred numbers were my guides .
Moon rise over still water ,
where time holds back the
tide .