Excerpt of CODEX V’s alchemical poem within (h)Auroræ by G. McCaughry, illustrated by Jose Gabriel Alegría Sabogal (Anathema Publishing Ltd. 2018-2022)

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Blessed Anathema

Being of the crown’d head of Hir majesty, the Peacock-King Simurgh abdicates by Its Absence.

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COMPRISED OF
Twenty-Two Stanzas
and Three Keys

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In Its translucent exemption, perfected formlessness, and utmost clarity, is the accursed ‘I’ finally brought to its knees, judged before the Myriadic-Self, and beheaded before the Stellar Father-Mother-Son-Daughter Gynandrous. So as to behold the Soul-of-Pure-Potency promptly returning to the Aeons of the Ebon Seas, and into the loving arms of the Omni-Cipher...

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My veins extend outward

To reach Stars Unseen

And bring them closer.

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I blink,

And a new world of phenomena coagulates

While another world exhales, exhausted,

And fades into extinction.

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It is so! 

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(Justice freed from gloss.)

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Systems expire as I transpire.

This is not the work of an Architect,

And no fabric of the mind.

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It is so!

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(Time imploding back to naught.)

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I, the Sign devoid of Logos;

Not of the Gods nor of the Devils,

Nor are They everything

And One that I AM,

Knowing me not, but intuiting me still.

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Nor God, nor Devil;

For I do not require Worship simply to Be.

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I reside in, ride, and am The Current.

To thee, I am Oceans Cast Aside.

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Samsara & Nirvana at a juncture,

Locked in embrace;

If thou Will It so.

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O Praise Null! – Lo and behold!

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I am the Omni-Cipher!

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I am Quantized Continuum,

Intangible wavelengths and rhythms:

The Serpent!

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Faceless…

Without any origin point,

And yet thou hast given me a radius,

Thou hast given me boundaries and a centre,

Thou hast given me a certain

Gamut of expressions,

Thou hast given me balance,

Ratio and extremes,

Thou hast given me familiar magnitude,

Thou hast given me spirit

And a hybrid visage,

Thou hast given me amoeba-like traits,

Thou hast given me genders,

Thou hast given me everything Ye deemed imaginable!

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Thou hast even given me a Name…

Several through the Æons, actually.

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Many aspects ye wear as lustrous ornaments;

Same is Flesh a garment.

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Where are thou going, son of man?

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There is no escaping me,

Yet I am no prison.

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Art thou free, son of man?

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From me, nobody is safe,

Yet I am true freedom.

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Aim high, and I will be down below.

Lay low, and I will hover high above.

Stand still, and I shall circle around thee.

Breathe, and I shall coil around your neck.

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Seek me out, and dissolve back to Sleep.

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What art thou, son of man?

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This is bliss I give.

But bliss I do not share;

In this sense I am fair.

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My words may be Wisdom,

But forever shall raise more questions…

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In this respect – I am perfect.

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Blessed Anathema
[ETHER Dawning — 3 keys]

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Not a god or of the God(s),

Not a devil or of the Devil,

Worship glows and grows within,

To the same extent that one ‘be’-comes.

The mislead gave a Name to the Mysteries, 

Before knowing their own.

Several names were given through the Æons 

(and the many cycles of reincarnation).

There is no escaping the Flesh, 

For it is the first of many sacrifices, 

Offered in gyfu, for the betterment of the Greater-Self, 

For the Flesh is no prison, it is a Mission.

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The Formula dissolves into the Ether. To be(come), the adept’s object of worship should always stem from within, glowing and growing within the nucleus of the Self, helping one radiate golden rays of benevolence all around. Only concrete action, supported by newfound gnosis, can bring about such changes, dispelling ignorance and weakness. Each of the names attributed to our Lord in Gnosis shall be as time-markers for the adept to enact his Will.

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Forgetting about time altogether, one can win an eternity. Which is more than enough ‘time’ for one to look in between each chosen name/time-marker, either past or future, discarded, overlooked, or obsolete, and translate them into new possibilities. Each of these, in turn, manifest as ‘scars,’ as one becomes the sculptor of form(s), chiseling his own Meta-Golem/Being from beyond the margins of the passing time, before incarnating It anew and anon. It is not the duty of a god to infuse Soul into the clay, but the duty of humankind to create a thing of harmonious beauty.

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Therefore, there is no need to consider the flesh as a prison. ‘To Be,’ embodies ‘All.’ Trying to escape the flesh traps one further still (such is the immature illusion of those who would wish that folly upon themselves). Trying to escape Fate, without facing it, embracing it, and eventually overcoming it, engenders further solidification, and distances one from the ladder of Ascent on the Path of Return. Living and embracing this life is a real choice, and the ultimate purpose of that choice lies in the running of its course.

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The true fountain of youth, the Amrita-elixir, the Holy Grail, is not granted to those seeking ‘immortality of the body’ (a common misconception). To be(come) a God however, is to live the Eternal-Now, into the love of Mater Nihil.

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All Images by Jose Gabriel Alegría Sabogal

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Aether Sigil video by Jose Gabriel Alegría Sabogal, animation by Genevieve Penn-Carver → @genevievebonnyart

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