The Order of Initiated Knights and Companions of St John of Asia in Europe Thursday, Oct 8 2009 

“We know that Satan’s emissaries are coming there to work their mischief We know that a totally new and spurious order, the Knights of the True Light, has been created and is divided into the following five grades: Novices of three, five and seven years, Levites and Priests. All are said to be conferred free of charge and performed with acts of the blackest diabolic magic.”

- Group of Rosicrucians and Freemasons in Germany headed by Woellner… sent this letter to Duke Ferdinand von Braunschweig, Grand Master of the Strict Observance, it speaks of the “danger that fearfully threatens the Convention and so many lodges in Germany”. Woellner along with Bischoffswerder, and Crown Prince Frederick William later became members of the Order.

Guess what.

We’re Back!!!! (more…)

Holy of Holies Sunday, Aug 24 2014 

THE LIGHT OF THE INFINITE SURROUNDS US!

 

Holy of Holies duly opened and properly closed to establish the necessary current to facilitate the Mentor-Student scheme of Initiation, on this date of August 24th, 2014, at 1:15 A.M. Flint, Mi., U.S.A.

 IN BLISS AND PEACE

This message approved by:
A.
O. H.

Wittel Matuszewska, the Right Hand Lodge Friday, Aug 22 2014 

 THE LIGHT OF THE INFINITE SURROUNDS US!

    On Wednesday August 20th 2014, the Greater Sanhedrin approved Wittel Matuszewska, the Right Hand Lodge in Bangkok, Thailand under the direction of Lodge Facilitator Rabbi Moysze.

IN BLISS AND PEACE

This message approved by:

A.

O. H.

Congratulations Sanpat aka Iyov! Tuesday, Aug 5 2014 

Congratulations to the “first of 12″!

Prayer for DMK Wednesday, Jan 22 2014 

Noted author Donald Michael Kraig has stage 4 liver cancer and an extremely high billirubin level. I’m personally not one for big grandiose rituals in regard to healing, but prefer prayer personally, and due to practical observation, as well as practical considerations (prayer is generally far more inclusive and allows far more people to participate). But no matter who you are; sinner or saint, Jew or Gentile, Muslim or Christian, Pagan or Holy Roller… please keep Donald in your thoughts and prayers. Please ask the Divinity to lower his billirubin levels, and help him to fight against this invading entity within the vessel Hua Himself has provided Donald to inhabit. It is at these times when simple faith in G_d, and heartfelt and loving prayers asking for Divine intervention are most valuable.

Support Aaron’s Surgery Saturday, Jan 11 2014 

Aaron Leitch is a Golden Dawn member, author, and all around good guy. He is losing his eyesight in both eyes and needs money to pay for a $5000 operation. Here is a link to a fundraiser to donate and support him. Please help.

http://www.youcaring.com/medical-fundraiser/save-aaron-leitch-s-sight/124698

Happy New Year from the Knights and Companions of St. John of Asia in Europe Wednesday, Jan 1 2014 

May you all have a blessed and peaceful New Year !

Wynn Westcott, founder of the Golden Dawn discusses the Ma’aminim Wednesday, Jul 24 2013 

“The greatest of the wonder-working Rabbis were Isaac Loria, also called Ari; and Sabatai Zevi, who curiously enough became a Mahommedan. Both of these departments of Occult Rabbinic lore have their living representatives, chiefly scattered individuals; very rarely groups of initiates are found. In Central Europe, parts of Russia, Austria and Poland there are even now Jews, known as Wonderworking Rabbis, who can do strange things they attribute to the Kabalah, and things very difficult to explain have been seen in England, at the hands of students of Kabalistic rites and talismans.”

“… a certain eminent Jew named Falk, or Dr. Falcon, lived in London (a reference to whom will be found in the “Encyclopaedia of Freemasonry” by Kenneth Mackenzie) and was of high repute as a teacher of the kabalah and of other studies of a Rosicrucian character; he was indeed said to have magical powers… Mackenzie classes Dr. Falk among the Rosicrucians of eminence, and certainly told me he had first hand evidence of his connection with the Society; many Christian students adopted a modification of the old Jewish kabalah, so perhaps some Jews have been allied to the Christian Rosicrucians.”

Regarding Frater AM’s blog and facebook page Tuesday, Jul 23 2013 

Announcement regarding the closing of the Light of a Golden Day blog and related facebook page(s):

I will no longer be teaching publicly, and entry to the AB group has been halted. Some exceptions will be made to Noachides, Geriyot or Gerim Tzadikim, ‘specific’ Muslim, Jewish, and Catholic students, etc… there could be some exceptions in ME, North America, Canada, Asia, S. America, Africa, and non EU countries, etc. Access to information could not be clicked on or off via country, or be post specific; it was simpler and more appropriate to just remove it. I also did not want to foster the impression that I have any desire to put my ‘name’ out there; or that I want to be remembered for anything I say or do, or don’t say or do, at all. Better to remove my name, so that G_d’s Name is exalted. To do otherwise would dishonour my own teachers and sect(s), to whom I am under virtuous obligation, and G_d’s light which I have only been allowed to glimpse through their shadow. There were also some instances of IP theft, etc. My apologies for any inconvenience, and thank you for understanding.

Paper on the Origins of Modern Occultism Sunday, Jul 18 2010 

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Laylah and Majnun – Part 4 Saturday, Apr 17 2010 

IV.

As morning broke, the sun, with golden light,

Eclipsed the twinkling stars of silvery white;

And Majuun, rising, eagerly pursued

The path which wound to Laili’s solitude,

Grieved to the heart; and, as he went along,

His lips breathed softly some impassion’d song ; 260

Some favorite lay, which tenderly express’d

The present feeling of his anxious breast.

In fancy soon her image he beheld ;

No shadowy cloud her lucid beauty veil’d;

He saw her fresh as morning’s scented air—

Himself exhausted by incessant care :

He saw her blooming as the blushing rose—

Himself dejected by unnumber’d woes :

He saw her like an angel soft and bland—

Himself consuming like a lighted brand : 270

Her ringlets flowing loosely to the ground,

His ringlets, fetters by affection bound ;

And still, all faint with grief, he pass’d his days,

Pouring his soul out in melodious lays.

His friends, to whom his griefs are known,
His alter’d aspect now bemoan ;
Alarm’d to hear the sufferer still
In frantic mood unceasing fill

The night-breeze with his plaintive woes ;

For sorrow with indulgence grows. 280

They try to soothe his wilder’d mind,

Where reason once was seen enshrined ;

His father, with a father’s love,

Sought his sad sorrows to remove,

And gave him maxims full and clear,

And counsel meet for youth to hear.

But, though good counsel and advice

May often lead to Paradise,

When love has once the heart engross’d,

All counsel, all advice is lost; 290

And weeping Majnun not a word

Of his poor father’s counsel heard.

Ah ! when did prudence e’er control

The frenzy of a love-lorn soul ?

Disconsolate the father now

Behind the Harem-screen appears,

Inquiring of his females how

He best might dry the maniac’s tears ;
And what had drawn the sparkling moon
Of intellect from him so soon. 300

The answer of the old and young
Was ready, quivering on the tongue—
” His fate is fix’d—his eyes have seen
The charms of his affection’s queen

In all their winning power display’d ;

His heart a captive to that Arab maid.

Then what relief canst thou supply ?

What to the bleeding lover, doom’d to die ?

What but fulfilling his desires ?

And this a father’s generous aid requires. 310

See them united in the bands of love ;

And that alone his frenzy will remove.”

These words (for woman’s words convey
A spell, converting night to day,
Diffuse o’er troubled life a balm,
And passion’s fiercest fever calm)—
These words relieve the father’s heart,
And comfort to his thoughts impart.
Resolved at once, he now with speed
Marshals his followers, man and steed ; 320

And, all assembled, bends his way
To the damsel’s home, without delay.

Approaching, quick the enquiry rose—
—” Come ye hither as friends or foes ?
Whatever may your errand be,
That errand must be told to me ;
For none, unless a sanction’d friend,
Can pass the boundary I defend.”

This challenge touch’d Syd Omri’s pride;
And yet he calmly thus replied,— 330

” I come in friendship, and propose
All future chance of feud to close.”
Then to the maiden’s father said,—
” The nuptial feast may now be spread :
My son with thirsty heart has seen
Thy fountain pure with margin green ;
And every fountain, clear and bright,
Gives to the thirsty heart delight.
That fountain he demands. With shame,
Possess’d of power, and wealth, and fame, 340

I to his silly humour bend,
And humbly seek his fate to blend
With one inferior. Need I tell
My own high lineage, known so well ?
If sympathy my heart incline,
Or vengeance, still the means are mine.
Treasure and arms can amply bear
Me through the toils of desert-war;
But thou ‘rt the merchant, pedlar-chief,
And I the buyer; come, sell,—t-be brief! 350

If thou art wise, accept advice ;
Sell, and receive a princely price! “

The sire of Laili mark’d his haughty tone,

But smoothly answer’d,—” Not on us alone

Depends the nuptial union—but on Heaven,

By which all power, and right, and truth are given.

However just our reasoning may appear,

We ‘re still beset by endless error here ;

And proffer’d friendship may perchance become

The harbinger of strife and of the tomb ; 360

Madness is neither sin nor crime, we know,

But who ‘d be link’d to madness or a foe ?

Thy son is mad—his senses first restore ;

In constant prayer the aid of Heaven implore;

But while portentous gloom pervades his brain,

Disturb me not with this vain suit again.

The jewel, sense, no purchaser can buy,

Nor treachery the place of sense supply.

Thou hast my reasons—and this parley o’er,

Keep them in mind, and trouble me no more ! ” 370

Abash’d, his very heartstrings torn,

Thus to be met with scoff and scorn,

Syd Omri to his followers turn’d,

His cheek with kindled anger burn’d ;

But, scorning more to do or say,

Indignant homeward urged his way.

And now for a disorder’d mind,

What med’cine can affection find ?

What magic power, what human skill,

To rectify the erring will ? 380

—The necromancer’s art they tried—

Charms, philtres used, to win a bride,

And make a father’s heart relent,

As if by Heaven in pity sent.—

Vain efforts all. They now address

Kind words, his mind to soothe and bless,

And urge in his unwilling ear

(Treason and death for him to hear)

” Another love, of nobler race,

Unmatch’d in form, unmatch’d in grace ; 390

All blandishments and fairy wiles ;

Her every glance the heart beguiles ;

An idol of transcendent worth,

With charms eclipsing royal birth ;

Whose balmy lips like rubies glow;

Sugar and milk their sweetness show;

And her words like softest music flow :

Adorn’d in all the pride of spring,

Her robes around rich odours fling;

Sparkling with gold and gems, she seems 400

The bright perfection of a lover’s dreams ;

Then why, with such a prize at home,

For charms inferior amid strangers roam ?

Bid all unduteous thoughts depart,

And wisely banish Laili from thy heart.”

When Majnun saw his hopes decay,

Their fairest blossoms fade away ;

And friends and sire, who might have been

Kind intercessors, rush between

Him and the only wish that shed 410

One ray of comfort round his head,
(His fondly cherish’d Arab maid),
He beat his hands, his garments tore,
He cast his fetters on the floor
In broken fragments, and in wrath
Sought the dark wilderness’s path ;
And there he wept and sobb’d aloud,
Unwitness’d by the gazing crowd ;
His eyes all tears, his soul all flame,
Repeating still his Laili’s name. 420

And Laili! Laili! echoed round,
Still dwelling on that rapturous sound.
—In pilgrim-garb he reckless stray’d,
No covering on his feet or head ;
And still, as memory touch’d his brain,
He murmur’d some love-wilder’d strain :
But still her name was ever on his tongue,
And Laili! Laili! still through grove and forest rung.

Sad inmate of the desert wild,

His form and face with dust defiled ; 430

Exhausted with his grief’s excess,

He sat him down in weariness.

” Estranged from friends,” he weeping cried,

” My homeward course is dark to me ;

But, Laili, were I at thy side,

How bless’d would thy poor lover be !

My kindred think of me with shame ;
My friends they shudder at my name.

That cup of wine I held, alas !

Dropp’d from my hand, is dash’d in pieces ; 440
And thus it is that, like the glass,

Life’s hope in one dark moment ceases.
O ye who never felt distress,

Never gay scenes of joy forsaking,
Whose minds, at peace, no cares oppress,
What know ye of a heart that’s breaking ! “

*****
Worn out at length, he sank upon the ground,
And there in tears the mournful youth is found
By those who traced his wanderings : gently they
Now to Syd Omri’s home the faded form convey : 450
His sire and kinsmen round him moan,
And, weeping, make his griefs their own;
And, garrulous, recall to memory’s eye
‘ The progress of his life from infancy—
The flattering promise of his boyish days—
And find the wreck of hope on which they gaze.
They deem’d that Mecca’s sacred fane
His reason would restore again;
That blessed boon to mortals given,
The arc of earth, the arc of heaven ; 460

The holy Kaba where the Prophet pray’d,
Where Zam-Zam’s waters yield their saving aid.

‘Tis now the season of the pilgrimage,

And now assemble merchant, chieftain, sage,

With vows and offerings, on that spot divine :

Thousands and thousands throng the splendid shrine.

And now, on that high purpose bent, await

Syd Omri’s camels, ready at his gate ;

Around their necks the tinkling bells are hung,

Rich tassell’d housings on their backs are flung; 470

And Majnun, faint, and reckless what may be,

Is on a litter placed—sad sight to see!—

And tenderly caress’d, whilst born along

By the rough moving camel, fleet and strong.

The desert soon is pass’d, and Mecca’s bright

And glittering minarets rise upon the sight;

Where golden gifts, and sacrifice, and prayer,

Secure the absolution sought for there.

The father, entering that all-powerful shrine,

Thus prays—” Have mercy, Heaven, on me and mine ! 480

O from my son this frenzied mood remove,

And save him, save him from the bane of love ! “

Majnun at this, poor wayward child,

Look’d in his father’s face and smiled ;

And frankly said his life should prove

The truth and holiness of love.

” My heart is bound by beauty’s spell,

My love is indestructible.

Am I to separate from my own,

From her for whom I breathe alone ? 490

What friend could wish me to resign
A love so pure, so true as mine ?
What, though I like a taper burn,
And almost to a shadow turn,
I envy not the heart that’s free—
Love’s soul-encircling chains for me ! “

The love that springs from Heaven is bless’d ;
Unholy passions stain the rest;
That is not love : wild fancy’s birth,

Which lives on change, is constant never : 500

But Majnun’s love was not of earth,

Glowing with heavenly truth for ever ;
An earthly object raised the flame,
But ’twas from Heaven the inspiration came.

In silent sorrow the aged sire

Found all his cares were vain ;
And back to his expecting tribe

Address’d his steps again;
For Mecca had no power to cool

The lover’s burning brain; 510

No consolation, no relief
For the old man’s heart-consuming grief.

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