Journal of the Western Mystery Tradition
No. 2, Vernal Equinox 2002
Behold the first of gate and all but one (spinners/singers) do gather
souls by fire's light.
THE SPINNERS OF DIAMOND LIGHT. Being LIBER CXVI.
THE FIRST OF SPINNERS: THE TALISMAN.Being the Lords of Lyra.
As past and future intersect in turn
Of cosmic wheel, so life from death is fired.
In such a moment do the veils withdraw
For Swift of Second as the Powers yield
Upon the heart. Now Chronos stands aside
A muted image to the source revealed.
First borne of speakers is the Talisman,
Or bind a river's course for turn again.
That would, at rest, eternal vigil keep
To gather strands across the gulfs of time.
One more and talons claw the stellar night;
The hunter and the hunted intertwined
Come through the void as imprint to the mind.
The dying child is keeper of this frame,
That things as senseless be would now reflect
Some strength of purpose in the rend of heart,
For challenge and direction to effect.
Unto the Lords of Flame is payment due,
The offering of Truth unto the Eye,
And having given all as sacrifice
The wheel gives out new meaning to design.
Being the Lords of Ursa Major.
Comes now eld ruler of the Dragon's Fire,
Once near and back with breath to light the way
By dragon spell comes guardian, and cord
Is sanctified with Eye and from the Heel,
Thus it would be for City of the Sun,
And mark the passing of the Lords of Thebes.
Cry "nevermore" in Truth to worlds forgot
And links of passage that defy the sense;
Cry "nevermore" for things that cannot be
When answers fall through time and time again.
Ere Warrior is challenge to the Eye
To spill the seed of Tamet's final death;
'Tis well to harvest knowledge for thy guard
As mirror image be thine own defence.
Destroyer and the Winter's Dragon cross
Upon reflection in this isle of dream;
And seven tears ray out behind the sun
That worlds of nevermore will come revealed.
Being the Lords of Orion.
'Tis time - the tyranny from Man's own greed,
All in maelstrom if the Hearing Man denies
Being the Lords of Auriga.
Man child, dragon cub, will personified,
Being the Lords of the Argo, Carina.
Of eld Warrior bound with Neophron
Is known no more, and yet, upon the darkest hour
The sounds of sentinel would drift to shore.
Bright wing, dark wing, the Vulture caught in stone
All seeing keeper of our memories,
Forever feeding on decay and decadence
That shapes adjustment that would set all free.
Behind, the Warrior for sacrifice,
With birth of child to hold unravelling:
To come, the shape shifter born of prayer
And powered by the winds of cosmic stream.
Between, the Neophron, Omega's sign,
Carrier of dead names beyond the veil,
As Hekt in synchronicity to be
Momentum in the powering of rays.
Behold pale Argo to the Lovers shift,
When Leda bleeds upon the sacred urn,
And from her waters feeds the children come
For space to breathe and turn upon the Earth.
This gate of limitations can withstand
No more, when shadowed Tamet opens eye
To ground, the ground, the fifth of song is spun
With turn of seventh key in diamond light,
So bound, the boundless, that the Shells spill out
(Written 15th April 1998).
Being the Lords of Cygnus.
Soft, ghostly mansions threaded on the wind,
The living colours so alive, that we
Could shape the stellar streams to random spin.
Remember all the children movement bound,
The Kings of neutron fire against the spill,
For memory of this would point the way
To future held connections from the Vel.
Three times remember ere the world breathes in,
Of folds and crevise where the depths are cold,
And eyes that watch together do declare
That gateways turn and on this time unfold.
For here we shape the images of pulse
And coil the movements from the dragon's spine,
All Shadows feathered from a single nest
Out echoes to eclipse the other space,
As Tamet ravenous devours her own,
Our Eidolon is cracked of Leda's egg
Until the gateways are returned in birth
And Tag'n shimmers on the Spinners' Line.
In last of Rupture does all life prepare
For union of soul to fire the gate,
Lost souls unborn do scream one single chord
(Written 21st April 1998).
Being the Lords of Andromeda.
Love loses meaning if the world forgets
Is swept upon a thousand voices 'till
Being the Lords of Gemini.
We are, for one eternal moment snared,
As answer for the souls yet incomplete
And substance born of mindful, bidden prayer.
Within ourselves for some eternity,
We try to find the home we had before.
Dark and Light, the navigator's balm
Or dread, for if the helmsman is unsure
Of drift and tide, no marker can in turn
Be soulful, thoughtful, and for time endure.
Time is that hidden things be now revealed,
For broken trust ignites a funeral pyre
That would in single movement dark the sun
And bleed distinctions from a sacrifice.
Dark-wing, Bright-wing, the Dying Child no more
Alone, for in the breach of hidden Keep
Seven jewels by seven are returned
To Heaven's Queen one final time for need.
Behold the promise of Melchisadek,
For crown resumed unto its riteful place
Yields love to universal comity
And sanctions movement now through all the ways.
Behold one ancient spell, the Titans' Curse,
From dust to dust of worlds before,
One final time is ruptured, and with Truth
Yields manifest the key to secret doors . . .
As movement claims a star,
So light comes to Mankind.
received by Su Leybourne