The Goddess crowned with the diadem,
draws nigh unto the hearts of men,
focusing wisdom from on high,
brilliantly haloed, she passes by.
Clothed with the sun and the moon at her feet,
the Goddess of Liberty singeth sweet,
toward the Star of Divinity,
one by one, she sets souls free.
"Come", she bids thee, "to the white fire core,
where pink, blue and golden hues pure soar.
Where rainbowed radiance of creative mind,
finds dominion over matter, space and time."
ARISE! now Eastern Star Divine,
blaze thy radiance o'er all mankind!
Enthrone Purity high upon Mercy's seat,
Guarded by Michael and his arrowed fleet,
to await the sound of Gabriel's horn,
announcing to all that the babe is born!
The birth of a cycle is now set in motion,
as rippling waves upon the ocean.
Joy! I cry! Gladness abound,
victory is claimed this battle round.
Yet, lurking in the shadows of the night,
is the plot to capture these souls of light,
with the lie that in mortal round,
peace and happiness can be found.
Confining in matter, time and space,
imprisioning in this mortal place,
souls longing to be free,
sons and daughters of liberty.
Oh, thou sculptor of the soul,
how these karmic tides do roll!
What cost one soul of sacred worth,
whether of humble or noble birth,
the beast cannot claim one of our lot,
lest all be lost to his nefarious plot.
For in this ordered chain of being,
one fallen link means no hope of freeing,
the body of a planet and her evolutions,
from seeming darkness without solutions.
All must fulfill their part in this drama,
if we are to arrest these spirals of karma!
Oh God, as the Cyclops, whose eye is single,
show us how these energies mingle,
to form the perfect triangular pattern,
that shields the negative influence of Saturn-
the whore luring souls to her bottomless pit,
as the spider's web where the fly has lit.
The heart is the chamber where men must abide,
if solutions to problems we are to find.
Attend there thine altar, thou priestess and priest,
and the flame therein will consume the beast!
ARISE! now destiny for all to see!
The Earth now a Sun, free from density;
as a flaming focus of life's energy,
we see a planet and her people finally free.
With thrust we are freed from life's karmic wheel,
as the violet hour upon us doth steal.
Believeth ye not this glorious fate?
As look ye about at your bother's hate?
The tides will turn as sure as the night,
with all seeming darkness transmuted to light.
The hour will come as in turn we will see,
The crowning glory of our victory.
Brother will love brother as God loveth man,
and unto one another extend his hand.
As the lesser becomes greater, united and whole,
the season's cease turning and the cycles unroll.
The polluted blood in the veins of our Mother,
will flow crystal clear as we love one another.
The skies will be blue as the flaming yod,
as man seeks to find the will of his God.
The earth as a body indwelling her portion,
will vibrate in peace as man ceases abortion:
Oh man, provide ye a home for your brother,
as opportunity for evolution comes one from another.
When band we together as brother and sister,
our destiny frees us from cycles much swifter.
Oh mighty Cosmos, thou great and noble one,
'tis but a mere footstep in becoming a sun-
yet destiny speaks with the roar of the thunder,
move ye onward, oh man, lest fall ye asunder!
The past has taught our erroneous ways,
makes longer nights and shorter days.
Yet, if thou chooseth again to die,
the clock will strike twelve and again pass by.
Millenius of time will again commence,
and remaineth the veil with its sly pretence.
Arrest ye the patterns of your own mis-creations,
and abide ye in peace, nation with nation.
Through justice we earn our freedom at last,
as change we, one by one, our records of the past.
So, when darkness in this world is seen,
take up thy sword of victory.
With armour strong and virtue pure,
thy courage great, thy purpose sure.
Go penetrate those levels deep,
and separate the chaff from wheat.
Go champion good, oh hero great,
and battle the beast to heaven's gate.
But, first view clear thy purpose sent,
to free or harm, thy heart's intent?
This world but a stage where events array,
tests the mettle of men in this way.
Whatever trial the soul must endure,
is an open door to become more pure.
Only love can part the ways,
and free the soul from darkened days,
the lesser never consumes itself,
only love's light enfolds all else.
So let us now true recognize:
in the light of love all lesser flies,
our fears, our hatred and our wrath,
are but mere pitfalls on this path!