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I AM THE MAHA GENII
FROM
THE MANU GENESIS SPEAKS
By The Maha Genii Turriziani
I am the
MAHA GENII of ancient aeons gone.
No longer am I known by the other names I bore.
I am He re-embodied, recalled
by lotus soul to self again
To blossom forth by stress and skillful pain
Of constant praise and joyful mirth
Within the deep retreat of my Soul’s
grateful ruby joy.
I am the Soul of Prophet, Seer of the Universe, Poet
Laureate of Atlantis and Mu.
I am He that was and is now
The only begotten Sun of the Infallible, great Manu,
Setting this
solar orb above the plain of earth
This last time to bear witness For
the closing of an Age.
Gathering in the harvest, the ancient of seeds
To remove the husks from
The precious, vital soulic nodes
From the fruits, so rare, of vintage seeds
Grown by the God’s benevolent Grace
Unlocked from time’s patient stores
And sacred, secret, blissful, silent awe.
Reflecting images of aeons long past
Wearing the mantle of recording weaves of Holy Light,
To be read upon the leaves of an Age before us now.
To recall the mind of mortals that walk asleep
Upon their moving, unfruitful worlds that mourn,
Though time and seasons pass, on the Arc of Vision.
To them who seed their caverns
Upon the measured fields,
With fervent hearts to plow the earth
And do stir the Fire in their earthen vessels of clay,
To bring to life the elements
Within their cavernous un-kneaded molds,
To mix to perfect order, true metal of gold,
The essence of each, their own nature’s fold.
Seven vials that in constant flow
Doth seek to pour itself into
Each chamber of the Temple of the Living God in man.
Measure of gold that colors radiance to the soul
And joyous heart in all,
Becoming the Sheba, Queen, Crescent-crowned, Glory Ray,
Goddess of the illumined Soul
Upon the plains of the golden harvest ahead.
Thirty and three are the Sons and Daughters
Of the lineage of Ra,
Ascending the prismatic ladder of the Gods
To Saturn’s mount of the Seventh Ray.
The higher the climb, the lighter the load
Never looking behind to see
The falling shadows long.
Reaching beyond the vision
That looms before the ascending sight,
The central, fiery Sun of Suns is the essence,
Giving power of life to the Aton,
Renewing the still, Eternity itself
Declared to be the First Cause of birth alone.
The infant born within the thousand petalled rays,
From the central eye of our Eternal Living God,
Giving great resurgent thrust to life
And the unborn ages ahead;
Coursing like galloping steeds of Fire
From the environs of the Eternal, blazing Suns
Of the Father God, Himself.
REINCARNATION
(IN PART)
FROM THE MANU GENESIS SPEAKS
By The Maha Genii Turriziani
By
Heaven’s sounding decree
And High consent
Into the plane of Earth
Cometh the Soul
Adventuring out again
Upon its seven, chambered ark,
With full, white
Sailed Hopes—
Upon life’s seas embarks,
For each dawn’s awakening
And Sabbath growth.
Trodding the mundane,
Grinding sands
As the Karmic wheel refines
And disperses past karma,
To the refuse of dead, sea shores,
As the soul enters in again,
Within the embryonic
Human seed in clay,
Through infant’s birth’s
Entrance and measured cry;
Upon the Earth timed sojourn
As the lower self’s egoistic mould
Suddenly re-inhabits in new
Garment’s folds.
THE PROPHET’S
VOICE
FROM
THE MANU GENESIS SPEAKS
By The Maha Genii Turriziani
Hear thou
sons and daughters, this decree,
Gather
ye together side by side for each perfected row,
To
the Father’s Vineyard for the planting seeds,
The
grapes of Joy to grow upon each vine
Shall
be as witness to the Prophet’s voice,
That
has proclaimed the Father’s winepress for each tended growth.
Oh
fertile soil and fields of God so rare
Most
precious streams that flow beneath His loving care.
Oh
take His yoke for the Souls true tone
And
take the path and humbly seek to know
The
inner voice of the Father from His Throne,
As
He seeks to council thee as ye turn within
To
the lighted shrine within his court.
Receiving
wages for thy labors on His fields.
For
virtuous effort He giveth virtue as reward.
Oh
Soul of Souls, oh Absolute One,
We
come to thee as each task is done,
Not
to take nor thought for pay,
But
just to Be
As
the morning flower doth look to Thee
For
the early sun to chart it’s course
Along
the Heaven’s inverted Pallas crown,
To
spray Her jeweled, diadem rays to every humble, seeking Soul.
Oh awe of the Oracle’s sagacious horn
That thrills each newborn prophet’s voice,
Echoing loud throughout the Virgin Soul
And stirs the shepherds to leave their flock
To search the grotto’s, mounds and plains
For each stray soul that wandered far
From the shepherd’s tender, pastoral, chastening staff.
At last the stray doth view with deep remorse
The pastured lands he did for greed depart,
In hopes to find much greener patches, alone to munch,
Caring not for others, but just for self.
Yet the Master of the simple fold
Hath not reproach toward His precious, prodigal lambs,
But just to love each repentant, contrite heart
That lost its way by shadow and of doubt,
Leading them back to the Lighted, pastured realms
Of Peace and Joyful, God-full, Gratitude.
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For the Maha Genii on the Occasion of the
Fourth Anniversary of His Ascension
By George A. Boyd © 2012
It has been four years since you withdrew from us,
Returning to the world in which you dwelt,
Before you were on this earth,
And before you graced us with your tides of immeasurable love and wisdom.
You declared to us from the very Presence of the Father God—
So close that you made us feel you could grasp His hand.
He sent His Power through your own powerful, healing hands—
Hands that held the Living Light, and anointed us, in overflowing measure.
It has been four years since the Master was incarnate among us:
As God Consciousness, who uttered its voice of power through your mouth;
As the Avatar of Art, who imbued your brush with the colored hues and visions of the radiant worlds,
And gifted you to reveal their splendor;
As the Radiant Guide, who led the seekers through Cosmic Realms too beautiful and wondrous to describe;
As the angelic musician, whose chords evoked and called forth the Music of the Spheres;
As the Illumined Preceptor, who poured Agni’s benediction into the yearning vessel,
And who raised Kundalini’s fire to blend in twain.
It has been four years, since you put aside your worn out form.
This old garment had served you well for over 98 years, but could no longer embody you.
You stepped into your immortal forms of Mastery without the batting of an eyelash—
And you remain there, still—in this form of Majesty in which we have always known you.
You dwell in an omnific form of living Grace and Fire,
In a Light so bright that man cannot gaze upon it,
With a love so great that neither form nor the entire universe can contain—
From which you summon us to the Heights, and Translate our Souls from Glory to Glory.
It has been four years since you drew the veil, and hid your ineffable radiance and beauty from us.
Because our eyes could not see through this dark curtain of death,
We assumed in error in error that you had departed.
We pointed to the remains of your earthly form in the urn that holds them—
Not knowing that this covering that has hidden you is so very thin indeed,
So we can see, and hear, and feel you—as if time, space, and the darkness of our own ignorance were not—
And we could behold you as you are—ever present in the forms of Mastery, Ascended and Alive forever more.
It has been four years since you have breathed our air, and imparted the inspiration and guidance of the Living God through your mouth.
Now you are filled with the Immortal Breath, directly infused by Prana’s eternal current.
You impart your guidance yet, as telepathic guidance to our consciousness.
We are enraptured with you in meditation’s sweet embrace,
While we communicate with you on the Inner Planes.
You appear there in the Inner, in your ever-youthful form.
Your eyes mirror the infinite compassion and endless knowledge of your Soul.
You are now in your Father’s Home—and you will never leave us, until we are there with you. |
