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Purity

“Oh Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet.”
– Saint Augustine

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The Mystery of the Ages

“It was generally considered, at the turn of the next century, that the next Divine incarnation was about to come to earth and would be female, the advent of Divine Wisdom, or Theo- Sophia, and that the present age would be the age of making known all that which has been kept secret from the beginning.”

– excerprt from “The Mystery of the Ages” by Marie, Countess of Caithness
(Page 316- 317) 1887

Children of the Voice Devine

The Children of the Voice Devine
Return to claim their Harvest
Exposed Truths set the Fire
That Burns first
Near the Pyre

A Papal vacancy
Result of shame
The Eastern man
Forsakes the Name
Anger of the Twelve
Take the reign
A country rocked
Responds with pain
Enlightened Truth
Is to be gained

An Arab Prince renounces doctrine
A sect is borne that bears the crosses
He flees for life
Thousands more
Follow him to their new home

The Cock crows
The hour is near
The seven-miled monster
Will soon appear
Its hidden crown
Eclipses fear

No rain will fall on Moroccan shores
But will not stop till the flooded doors
Of Malta to the Pyrenees
Flood the floors
Of great Paris

Then from South to North the Divine will bring
A mountenous catastrophe
Milky rain will stop all growth
Stone and flame
Will fill the moat

Renounced the Prince
Will find the stone
France recovers
The long lost throne
Italy lost
To Eastern ways
Joins the Horde
Begins the fray
Two Kings join
The Empire weak
In the Balance
The West and East
A shakey truce
For twenty years
Ends

Loss unmeasured upon all sides
The Eastern Man sheds disguise
Proclaims his Right
Upon the World
To manifest his power

The two Kings pray and beg the Balance
Who enters in with Seven more
The Triad formed
The Eastern wars
Touch Western shores

Raubine, Alus, Mabus, Aleph, aleph
Gain and lose their great power
A Western man
Oregon born
Will raise the Flag
And bring the end
To those troubled days

The Divine discouraged
Beaten in their own place
And betrayed by one
Who honours the Human race
Will dwindle
And die

And the World will be Born Again

Silent Throne

Day and night
He sits alone
Magnificent
On his stony throne
The halls are dark
No light shines there
Once full and bright
Now laid bare
Silent gaze
To damned
Forgiven
Not a word
To those now living
Whose prayers are given
Whose songs are sung
Only silent stares
And frozen tongue