Meditations on The Supernal Triad

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Binah AMA(The Sterile)I stand upon a silent shore and see the water, deep and dark,Extending ever like an endless sea.And yet, there is no life within, no movement on the sands of time,No light, no form, and all is held within the ebon robe.It is the womb of Time, before the Word is spoke.I have traversed the path, come through the flames and found releaseFrom pain and trial by mercy and the Father's rich beneficence.I have stood upon the chasm's lip, and felt myself borne upAnd moved across the dread abyss ... was it for this?Is this the goal? Is this the end for which I strove?There is a blackness here which never has known light.There is sorrow here, a bitterness of deepest nightUntouched, unmoved. There is death, the tomb of joy and freedom,And the width of all of space, without the stars, without the brightAnd beauteous brilliance I have ever known before me.Where am I? And have I sacrificed all light and life and joyFor this? For only this?Into my spirit I must look, with single eye, and find the truth.I am at home again. I have returned unto the Mother, and the wombof All That Is is there before me as the dark, becalmed and motionlessEternal Sea. This is the goal. This is the aim.For this I entered, flower-bedecked, into the holy fane and trodThe irridescent path with golden sandals shod, and with my eyesForever upward turned unto my God.For this I left the comforts of the world;For this I did unfurl my banner of intent, and spent my lifeAs silver and as gold, paying my priceThat I might once again return unto the foldWhence I had issued at the start, unto the primal source,Unto the Mother and her throneSet in the heart of Time and Space. I have returned unto the placeFrom whence I came. And all is dark, and there is sorrow,And I have no name, no meaning, and no joy of self.I am bereft of all I ever was, and am as though I never was,Becalmed, adrift without direction, still, entombed in night.I am as ash that falls without the breath of wind, without the lifeOf movement and of form, into the waters of the endless, silent sea.The Mother's robe of darkness opens and enfoldeth me. I am envelopedIn the blackness of Eternity.

Chockmah I would at last behold and know the Primal Father whence I came,I would return to feel Initiating Force again,And hear the echo of the NameStill sounding and resounding through Creation,Holy fane of Deity's desire made manifestAnd then fulfilledBy the power of the WordUpon the sea of space. I am a speck, a mote, a gleaming spark,And in the darkness of the womb of spaceI am a single star, and I am thus alone,Held in the compass of Infinity.Yet is the vision now extended me ....There is a great and mightly wheel surrounding me,A wheel of stars, a wheel of light,The movement of eternity,Infinity directed and encircling all that isWithin the form of matter made.The girdle of Creation is about me,And I read therein the wisdom of the cosmos laidLike sparkling cyphers 'gainst the darknessOf the night of space. The wheel turns, and spinning thusI see the universal pattern whirling in the cosmic dust,And forming new worlds by the Mother's receptivityTo Father's force upon Her, and new stars that moveIn spiral galaxies, and dance in their first morning,And reflect the Source anew.I see the wheels, the grinding wheels that turnAnd do impress upon the forms born from the Primal WombExpression of the One Eternal SourceBy dint of pussiant and paternal force.These wheels do move, and in their strengthLike millstones grind, and all that comes to birthIs to them subject, and their cycling, circling power of truthTo reassert, resound, and echoIn the spiral dance that is the NameSpoken and heard, and given shape and form,And by the Mother's sanctifying graceBecome the Word of Creativity. In endless procession the circles go roundAnd in their movement is true wisdom found:From source to force to form light moves,and thence to matter,Proves itself in solid state, and then beginsReturn.

KETHER AHIH!MOST HIGH -- I AMTHE HIDDEN INTELLIGENCE OF ALL I AMPASSIVEIN BEINGNESS COMPLETEPRIMAL PRECIPITATION FROM UNMANIFESTFORMLESS AND WHOLENEBULOUSYET LUMINOUS BEYOND SIGHTI AMTHE PRIMAL PRINCIPLE OF BEINGAHIH!I AM THE LIVING LIGHT THAT DWELLS WITHIN THE CLOUDINTANGIBLE YET MANIFEST.I AM THE BREATH OF LIFETHAT GOETH FORTHBECOMETH WHAT IT WILLAND THEN RETURNS.AHIH!I AM BEFORE TIMEANCIENT OF ANCIENTS.THERE --AT THE POINT OF ALL BEGINNING --HERE I AMAND I AM YET THE ENDTHE GOALTHE GREAT ATTAINMENT GAINEDTHE CROWN.AHIH!I AM THE ALL-POTENTIALNOTHING FOCUSEDAND I AM ALL THINGS TO COME.I AM THE SOURCE OF ALLI AM THE ONEPRIMORDIALSPARK OF DIVINE CONSCIOUSNESSTHE POINT OF FIRST CAUSATIONAND OF ULTIMATE RETURNFIRST AND FINAL UNIONWHOLLY ONEALPHA AND OMEGA POINT I AMWITHIN THE COMPASS OF INFINITY.AHIH!I AMAND NOTHING MATTERSWHERE I AM AS ONEALONESAVE THAT THE BREATH GO FORTH AS NAMECREATING FORM.I AM THAT PRINCIPLEOF SELF-CREATING DEITYAND ALL IS BUT REFLECTIONOF THE ONE I AM.AHIH!