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I have a book from 1946 that is called The Golden Star by J. Michaud. Great book, it was a steal for 5 bucks at the flea market. Each chapter is titled with a gemstone and a poem. This wonderful peice wants to get shared, and so I am feel free to post and pass it on as long as propper credit to Michaud is given. Enjoy

MOONSTONE
ULEB ATTAO TIBISWI,
AAD AFESEF TOTI :-
ATAFIS DODIS.

Oh, Inscrutable Father-Mother God,
And Holy Soul of Hermes:-
Crown the Doer of Right.


Within the dreaming Wells of Consciousness
Lie hid mighty Truths of unknown God.
Behind the Veils, material and dense,
Dwell many Holy Wonders
Of greatest Power, Beauty, Wisdom, Love:
Divinest magic of a vibrant Life
In endless Bliss;
So full of Witchery and Deep Delight.



And when the Heart of Man awakes,
The Heavens open wide.
The Veil is torn, the Mind is raised
And sails away on fervid Wings…
Or swoons in Ecstasy.


The Music of the Spheres behind the Veil
Brings Visions too Divine to tell.
Its melodies ring out Within
With Sounds of Minstrelsy and Rhapsody:
In descant of REMEMBRANCE.


The very Air perfumed with Glory
Of that great Songs of Songs:
The like of which was never heard
In World of Phantoms down below.


A Symphony Celestial, so wonderful:
A benison so rare: That all the Soul
Does thrill with mystic glow.


And once that Sacred Song is heard:
The rest is nought but emptiness.
As if a Holy Shrine
Forsaken in the desert lies;
Its lustrous consecrated Radiance
Seems lost for Aye.

And only Longing fills the Mind and Soul
For swift return to Realms Empyreal
So far away, and yet so near, the Kingdom;
Fragrant with beatitudes, and Blessings.


Pg 235/6 _The Golden Star_
A Mystic Crescendo in Twelve Visions
By J. Michaud, Ph.D.
Uma Press 1946



MOONSTONE
ULEB ATTAO TIBISWI,
AAD AFESEF TOTI :-
ATAFIS DODIS.

Oh, Inscrutable Father-Mother God,
And Holy Soul of Hermes:-
Crown the Doer of Right.


Within the dreaming Wells of Consciousness
Lie hid mighty Truths of unknown God.
Behind the Veils, material and dense,
Dwell many Holy Wonders
Of greatest Power, Beauty, Wisdom, Love:
Divinest magic of a vibrant Life
In endless Bliss;
So full of Witchery and Deep Delight.



And when the Heart of Man awakes,
The Heavens open wide.
The Veil is torn, the Mind is raised
And sails away on fervid Wings…
Or swoons in Ecstasy.


The Music of the Spheres behind the Veil
Brings Visions too Divine to tell.
Its melodies ring out Within
With Sounds of Minstrelsy and Rhapsody:
In descant of REMEMBRANCE.


The very Air perfumed with Glory
Of that great Songs of Songs:
The like of which was never heard
In World of Phantoms down below.


A Symphony Celestial, so wonderful:
A benison so rare: That all the Soul
Does thrill with mystic glow.


And once that Sacred Song is heard:
The rest is nought but emptiness.
As if a Holy Shrine
Forsaken in the desert lies;
Its lustrous consecrated Radiance
Seems lost for Aye.

And only Longing fills the Mind and Soul
For swift return to Realms Empyreal
So far away, and yet so near, the Kingdom;
Fragrant with beatitudes, and Blessings.


Pg 235/6 _The Golden Star_
A Mystic Crescendo in Twelve Visions
By J. Michaud, Ph.D.
Uma Press 1946

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