The Weight of the Thrice Greatest

In discipline of the ancient mystery rites, and practices of the hidden initiates of the Nameless
One, I proportionately placed my foundational elemental corner stones, uniting the four brothers
of Horus, to invoke, and raise the perfected Chief Corner Stone of the beloved One, in an attempt
to complete the inner temple devoted to the ascension of Siriuss hidden Son.

Fasting for one lunar cyclical rotation, the price of the silver scorpions kiss within the
wilderness of terrestrial temptation, a sweet flesh penetrating; core rotting wiggling wrathful
worm, did approach with cunning persuasion.

AM I. it whispered in the moonlit darkness of the widows veil, its gaze hypnotically
attempting to mesmerize, while its enchanting forked tongue, posed a spiraling electrified
question meant to tightly wrap around my Will, and bind me in slavish ignorance to serve the
Black magnetic six sided parasitic Stone of consumption.

Am Inot the I AM you sssseek? And if not, Am I not the reflection of that I AM? And if
so. why AM I, not the same I AM, you sssseek?

Like the reflection of Narcissus, wise in the ways of deception, this little fallen tempting
Abhorred worm that boreth through the world was, and will continue to be, towards all those
who seek to resurrect the hidden sun from the inner Muladhara depths of Malkuth.

Into this world you have fashioned ignorantly, unwarily through the power of the nameless one,
to imprison the Divine Spark within a hollow elemental sense propelled Golem like shell of
death, I have awaken. I have awaken to the illusion of your deception, the origin of the first
temptation, the poisonous seed of the envious serpentine worm passed on through the rotten
Malum of the Sacred Prostitute Lilith, to infect and enslave the offspring of Eves allegorical
fallen generation.

Oh, I know thee, Desolate One. Fearlessly, compassionately, and unshaken by the oppressive
nature of your awesome destructive power, Thrice I name thee; Yaldabaoth, Sakla, and of
course.SAMAEL.

Enlightened by the darkness of the reflected second light you are, a master of sadistic
masochistic seduction, covertly impregnating the organic clay vessel of soul incarnation, with
your poisonous parasitic hidden dual seed of enmity and damnation.

But, through the vibratory darkness dispelling Prajna Paramita mantra, like Krishna blowing
the divine conch shell Panchjanya, re-awakening Arjuna to the true reality upon the
psychological battle field of Kurushetra, my ascending serpentine Gandiva spine, consciously
strung with the compassionately woven tight Golden String divine, is ready to transcendentally
project the mindfully Etheric, onepointed, Sagittarian arrow of the Witnesss Bodhisattva Will
esoteric.
You offer me water from the River Lethe to quench my earthly pursuit of the Ascension Path
spiritually forgotten; the keynote Masonically considered lost, but truly only from the profane
remains hidden, the unpronounceable silent Word, which revealeth the seven stones one must
invoke to traverse the abyss of the most ancient and forbidden.

Unlike the conscious Eight Fold Path seeds of Self-Realization, which dispels the shadow of
ignorance with fruit blossoming light of Divine inspiration, your Wolf Spider like eyes reflect,
uncompassionately deflect, unable the absorb the celestial milk in conjunction with Solomons
Golden Gate; the ecliptic crossing of the symbolic Vatican coat of arms Golden Scorpio-21-
Sagittarius Key of godly preordained, mechanical universal electromagnetic incarnate fate.

So know me through the Greatest Three; The Hanged Man (12) and The Universe (21), the
Empresss symbolic esoteric sum of Two and One, the Hebrew Kabbalistic secret of SHIN,
triangularly represented above the mystical invisible Daat, concealing and revealing the Hidden
quintessential fiery wisdom of photon emitting Supernal Sun.

My initiatory death degree ascended at a Pharaonic Egyptian ninety degree summer solstice
spring equinox angle of ethereal penetration, through the Arch of Maat into the subtle universal
womb of the great mother of the first creation, I made my way focused with one-pointedness to
my intuitively drawn destination.

Metamorphically transforming into the instinctual hive returning royal honey gathering Bee, I
crossed the ignorance perpetuating terrestrial dimensional Samsaric sea, in search of the divine
sweet sap produced blue lotus blossom, offered at the base of the most sacred of trees.

Drinking its divine nectar; the creative Demiurge ambrosial Soma like substance which
paradoxically grants access to the trans-dimensional temporal cognitive mesh of the unknown
vector, I entered the compartmentalized honeycombed experiential memory storing universal
Akashic mind of the first father, but descriptively I must not transmit the Absolute path to the
Witnesss Will no further, for unwarily hidden lurking within, the unrighteous seven seeds of
Sin; Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, and Dante defined Pride, patiently wait in the
subconscious shadows of the human psyche like Mr Hyde, ever ready to infiltratively infect and
commandeer the Divine Will of the Life Spark preserver, forcefully and oppressively directing it
into darkness to serve the will of the self-oriented usurper.

The way is shut, until one renounces the shadowy mirage like reflection of the inception of the
first deception; the consumptuous desolate worm bored hole leading from the ONE, into the third
dimension; the eternal beastly bowels of DUAL perception, the Great eternal Samsaric
rendering, of the repetitious Wheel of unwarily suffering, known as the Human Condition.

So I say unto thee; most fowl deceptively projecting crystalline temptatious hydrogen carbon
prism, the Divine inspired Light you distortedly bend through deflection, manifesting the Seven
esoteric Rays of Morpheuss beloved Iris, neither within unconscious sleep, nor without within
the illusive visible conscious spectrum of wakefulness, can you corrupt or extinguish the Inner
Eternal Secret Fire bestowed upon me by the Nameless, to light my way within the darkness of
the lower regions of Malkuth/Naraka, as I covertly don the shedded skin of a serpent, to infiltrate
and move among the shadow builders undetected, upholding the Bodhisattva/Grigori vow and
oath to Light the Way for the lost fallen sentient being unwarily dwelling in Solid State
Ignorance.

GATE GATE PARAGATE PARASAMGATE BODHI SVAHA