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Garden of Eden1Amongst the fragrant flowers gleam the jewels past, a time of sorrow ‘ere the moon and fast – a month of sun and golden dawns till once again another lunar cycle past.

In Ormus lies a land of gold and treasure such as to behold.

Rejoice for you who question yet abide, the mystery of the laws of time . . . an answer to the intellect, a mountain rages to eternity, and truth in immortality.

A cosmic shower points to you and beams of light so Holy they be true – so bright to pierce the deepest depth, an answer to the intellect.

Rejoice again for Gods say, fear not for life to come – desire marks the way to the inner sanctum, obscure but clear in brilliant sun.

A pause, a heartfelt stop in time for some to learn the lesson of this rhyme.

A grace, a light to blossom deep and heal the helpless in their sleep.

No dawning dew could ever be so sweet than heavenly glimpses of celestial sleep – a glance, an opening through earth’s great shroud, a message shouted less than loud, comes passing through Valhalla’s cloud.

A plateau rising from the mists of time, a grace, a peace to all mankind who dreaming of the clouds divine, tread softly lest the Gods decline to favour those who seek to find; the answers to the end of time.

A sparrow free from earth ascends so fleet the eye can’t see the end – a motion in a haze against the azure of the sky, and earth so green amazes even the bejewelled Queen.

Algonquin chose to meet to battle our so near defeat, and loses till he’s at his feet, to a warrior too hard to defeat and fallen to a harlequin so sweet, the joke is such to make him weep.

A crimson blossom falling down, enfolds the edges of his crown.

Beyond the waves a crescent plays discordant with the Manta rays, a moonlit nights horizons fall and plays soft music for us all.

Across a sea of candlelight, the Muses call us to their light, and boundless heeds the brilliant night to answer from a clear twilight.

Behold a light so glorious bright that even in the darkest night a voice is heard to calm our fright, and points us to the golden light.

A vision through a mirror blurred, a fleeting moment lost but found, of distant worlds too far in time; communicating but sublime. A journey short but longer than a beam of light as fast as dusk in earth’s twilight.

A key, a key, then must be searched, a door to pass through and an arch two spans in height of darkened wood, and then a light, so bright that eyes can see the long road to eternity by night.

Behold a starlit boat on waves of crested blue and green. And shores of gilded mountains which would seem, to meet the clouds and touch the evergreen.

A paradise for King and Queen, and garden of the golden age of Never Seen.

A hint, a clue, a riddle; but beware – each age of mortal man is near. He longs to hear the answer to his song – his virtue not a paragon.

But everlasting in his quest to learn of stars so strong, he sometimes heeds by doing wrong.

A star so keen so bright he lasts, his spirit moves to quench the thirst of knowledge that he asks.

And learns from past that what he yearns is part of what he is, and never lasts.


Note by Jack –

This is a poem I wrote in 1988. Years later I sent it to a friend to ask him if he  would kindly interpret it in theological or biblical terms.

The real story goes back thousands of years:

Rose-CroixAccording to Masonic teachings, Ormus was the name of an Egyptian sage and mystic, a Gnostic ‘adept’ of Alexandria who may have lived during the early years of the Christian epoch. In A.D. 46 he and six of his followers were supposedly converted to a form of Christianity by one of Jesus’ disciples, Mark in most accounts. From this conversion a new sect or order is said to have been born, which fused the tenets of early Christianity with the teachings of other, even older mystery schools.

This story is plausible enough. During the first century A.D. Alexandria was a veritable hotbed of mystical activity, a crucible in which Judaic, Mithraic, Zoroastrian, Pythagorean, Hermetic and Neo-Platonic doctrines suffused the air and combined with innumerable others. It would hardly be surprising if one of the teachers adopted a name implying the principle of light.

In A.D. 46 Ormus is said to have conferred on his newly constituted ‘order of initiates’ a specific identifying symbol – a red or a rose cross. We may see in Ormus the origins of the so-called Rose-Croix, or Rosicrucians.”

Ormus Kingdom MapApparently the Gnostic Ormus and his band of merry men found something of enormous value and importance before they left Alexandria and set up the first Kingdom of Ormus . .  nowadays a small island in Iran across the Straits of Hormuz from the Sultanate of Oman.

Perhaps they had heard tales about the fabulous wealth of the island . . .

Ormus is also mentioned in a famous passage from John Milton’s epic poem Paradise Lost (Book II, lines 1-5):

“High on a throne of royal state, which far outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, or where the gorgeous East with richest hand show’rs on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat.”

Whatever the case they seem to have found something so incredibly important to humanity that very few people in the world knew what is was; but I bet that the Abravanel family did and do today, and they are not saying . . .

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