Showing posts with label lake of fire. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Seraphic Priest

Ormesius the Seraphic priest of Alexandria Egypt was likely the sage or magi who lent his name to the words Orme and Ormus. Learning about Gold Ormus or the white powder gold known as monatomic powder of course is what this article is about but to get right to the root of the matter one has to find beginnings. 


This article will attempt to follow a path the the place where the Seraphic priest worshipped. But first let's discover what the word seraphic means.

Seraphic

Finding the root of words is very difficult. Most etymology dictionaries online are almost useless. But this word is not so hard to decipher by just using common sense. The Hebrew language used no vowels. But somehow rp referred to "to burn" as in "rap" and somehow by adding s to rp or srp the Hebrew were suddenly referring to a serpent or a fiery serpent or maybe even to the serpentine motion of something such as a strand of DNA.

The Greek alphabet was easier to learn and teach because it included vowels, so the Greek Seraph referred to the same fiery serpent. The plural form was Serapheim. The Latin language came later and used seraphin.

From this it seems reasonable that a seraph is a single fiery serpent while seraphim or seraphin are multiple fired up serpents.

Most dictionaries define a seraph as being an alien being or a celestial being having three pairs of wings. The same dictionaries state that in Christianity the Seraphim is the first of nine orders of angels.

So looking into the past evolution of words is a bit like looking into the future, both are lost in interpretation most of the time.

Seraphic would imply that the object being observed is a semblence of a seraph. Using seraphic in a sentence such as, "she has such a seraphic disposition" or " yo bro that there biatch gotta seraphic rap" (never use the word nigga - it is unethical ) would be stating that the person was blissful or serene or burning with passion as in a rapt befitting an angel.

On to the Seraphic Priest Ormus.
Well maybe not just yet....


Theological Dualism - the good god Ormuzd (Ahura-Mazda) and the bad god Ahriman ( Angro-Mainyu).

Ormuzd and Ahriman are the modern versions of an ancient Iranian religion. To Zoroastrian and the Avestic they were Ahura Mazda and Angro Mainyu.

In a crude rendition of how things worked in the Zoroastrian and the Avesta religions read on. The priesthood was hierarchical. Each priest regardless of caste was considered a ( man of fire ) and was responsible to the fire service. The good priests conducted their services under the symbol of Ormuzd - the good spirit. The caste society was later disposed of and replaced with the magus, aka Median magicians. The service of the priest always included the maintenance of the sacred fire. The rituals included all types of sacrifices on open air fire alters including purification of the soul through human sacrifice. The human sacrifices were outlawed with time.

Haoma and Soma - again in a crude rendition of telling the story, a special class of priests had an old ritual which was performed in special fire temples whereby the nectar of certain narcotic plants were extracted and used in further rituals. This same story is recounted is the Greek myth where Asclepius goes up against the grand master of grand masters called Zeus after discovering the magical formula that can either render a human immortal or revive the dead. The haoma ritual performed in the temple fire of the Iranian priesthood is similar to the soma ritual performed around the same time in India. Each involved the drinking of a special herbs.

Some herbs that are suggested as having potential for such rituals include.


  • ephedra - used for thousands of years in Chinese traditional herb medicine
  • psylocybin mushrooms - magic mushroom
  • amanita muscaria - another magic shroom
  • blue lotus - the Nymphaea caerulea grows on the shallow shores along rivers and lakes and was used by Egyptians  
  • cannabis - pretty much used by anyone looking to get high on THC
  • honey - my preferred source
  • sarcostemma acidum - the soma plant brought from the sky from the falcons
  • asclepias acida - milkweed
  • Salvia Divinorum - the American continent wild sage that is the rave of some modern thrill seekers but which has some wicked qualities of producing soma or haoma type effects when used in small doses
So can we be any further away from the Seraphic priest Ormus yet.

Basically Ormesius was a seraphic priest who founded a society called the society of Ormus.

The Ormus Lodge which is club which operates under the same type of rank system as masonic lodges describes the Seraphic priest of Egyptian Alexandria in the following way.

Their founder was a seraphic priest of Alexandria a magus of Egypt named Ormesius, or Ormus, who with six of his companions was converted in the year 96 by St. Mark. He purified the doctrine of the Egyptians according to the precepts of Christianity, and founded the society of Ormus, that is to say the Sages of Light, to the members of which he gave a red cross as a decoration. About the same time, the Essenes and other Jews founded a school of Solomonic wisdom, to which the disciples of Ormus united themselves. Then the society was divided into various Orders known as the Conservators of Mosaic Secrets, of Hermetic Secrets etc. Several members of the association having yielded to the temptations of pride seven Masters united effected a reform adopted a modern constitution and collected together on their tracing board all the allegories of the hermetic work.






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Like I stated before looking backwards can sometimes fog up the true interpretation of a concept. The same truth can be said about looking forward. As above so below might also be misinterpreted. So where does one look to make sense of anything.

The sage might tell you to look nowhere but exactly where you are. The whole story behind this is told in a version where a man sets off into the unknown to look for gold and leaves is wife and family. He finds no gold but returns to find a mother load under is very property. However by the time he came back he'd lost it all, including the respect of his loved ones.

Look under your nose since there is nothing new under the sun today.

I don't know that this post answered the question, " Who was the Seraphic priest Ormus ?" Writing and researching this has certainly opened up so many more questions in my own mind.
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Return to the first post in this series on the white powder gold also called Gold Ormus or monatomic gold.

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Resource -
  •  NewAdvent http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/12409a.htm 
  • Ormus http://www.redicecreations.com/article.php?id=348
  • Ormus lodge http://lightofthegnosis.org/blog/ormus-lodge/






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Monday, 9 June 2008

The Seventh Son is a prophets prophet. The master wizard.

The number SEVEN has always held sacred meaning.
The birth of a seventh child, especially a male child, with abnormal gifts, is found in several cultures in history.
The Seventh Son of the Seventh Son is said to be especially potent in magical and extrasensorial abilities. The story of the seventh son of the seventh states that this person would be the fourteenth male child of a second mother and that there should have been no female child born to either mother in the process.


IRON MAIDEN: SEVENTH SON OF THE SEVENTH SON
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1. Moonchild[Smith / Dickinson]
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires,
Seven your desires...
I am he the bornless one
The fallen angel watching you
Babylon, the scarlet whore
I'll infiltrate your gratitude
Don't you dare to save your son
Kill him now and save the young ones
Be the mother of a birth strangled babe
Be the devils own, Lucifer's my name
Moonchild - hear the mandrake scream
Open the seventh seal
Moonchild - You'll be mine soon child
Moonchild - take my hand tonight
I count the heads of those unborn
The accursed ones
I'll find them all
If you die by your own hand
As a suicide you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you - you shall not grow old
With every second and passing breath
You'll be so alone your soul will bleed to death
The twins they are exhausted, seven is the night
Gemini is rising as the red lips kiss to bite
Seven angels seven demons battle for his soul
When Gabriel lies sleeping, this child was born to die
One more dies one more lives
One baby cries One mother grieves
For all the sins you will commit
You'll beg forgiveness and none I'll give
A web of fear shall be your coat
To clothe you in the night
A lucky escape for you youngman
But I see you damned in endless night.

2. Infinite Dreams[Harris]
Infinite dreams I can't deny them
Infinity is hard to comprehend
I couldn't hear those screams
Even in my wildest dreams
Suffocation waking in a sweat
Scared to fall asleep again
In case the dream begins again
Someone chasing I cannot move
Standing rigid a nightmare's statue
What a dream when will it end
And will it transcend?
Restless sleep the minds in turmoil
One nightmare ends another fertile
It's getting to me so scared to sleep
But scared to wake now, in too deep.
Even though it's reached new heights
I'd rather like the restless nights
It makes me wonder it makes me think
There's more to this I'm on the brink
It's not the fear of what's beyond
It's just that I might not respond
I have an interest almost craving
But would I like to get too far in?
Can't all be coincidence
Too many things are evident
You tell me you're an unbeliever Spiritualists?
Well me I'm neither
Wouldn't you like to know The truth?
Oh what's out there to have the proof
And find out just which side You're on
Where would you end in Heaven or In Hell?
Help me. Help me to find my true Self
without seeing the future Save me,
save me from torturing Myself
even within my dreams
There's got to be just more to it than this
Or tell me why do we exist
I'd like to think that when I die
I'd get a chance another time
And to return and live again; Reincarnate,
play the game again and again and again.

3. Can I Play With Madness?[Smith / Dickinson / Harris]

Can I play with madness?
Give me the sense to wonder
To wonder if I'm free
Give me a sense of wonder
To know I can be me
Give me the strength to hold my head up
Spit back in their face
Don't need no key to unlock this door
Gonna break down the walls
Break out of this bad place

Can I play with madness?
The prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness?
There's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness?
The prophet looked at me and laughed at me
(ha ha) He said: Can I play with madness?
He said you're blind, too blind to see
Said you're too blind to see
I screamed aloud to the old man
I said don't lie, don't say you don't know
I say you'll pay for this mischief
In this world or the next
Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance
And the hell fires raged in his eyes
He said you wanna know the truth son?
Lord, I'll tell you the truth
Your soul's gonna burn in a lake of fire

Listen to me, said the prophet

Can I play with madness?

4. The Evil That Men Do[Smith / Dickinson / Harris]

Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade
Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red withThe slaughter of innocence
And I will pray for her.
I will call her name out loud.
I would bleed for her.
If I could only see her now.
Living on a razor's edge.
Balancing on a ledge.
Living on a razor's edge on...Balancing on a ledge on...Balancing on a ledge on...Living on a razor's edge.
Balancing on a ledge you know ... you know !!
The evil that men do lives on and on !....

Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems
The seventh lamb slain, the book of life opens before me.
And I will pray for you....Some day I may return.
Don't you cry for me
Beyond is where I learn.
Living on a razor's edge.
Balancing on a ledge.
Living on a razor's edge you know... you know !!

The evil that men do lives on and on!
Living on a razor's edge.
Balancing on a ledge.
Living on a razor's edge you know ... you know !!
The evil that men do lives on and on!

The evil !The evil !The evil that men do...The evil !The evil !The evil that men do...Yeah yeah!!

5. Seventh Son Of A Seventh Son[Harris]

Here they stand brothers them all
All the sons divided they'd fall
Here await the birth of the son
The seventh, the heavenly, the chosen one.
Here the birth from an unbroken line
Born the healer the seventh, his time
Unknowingly blessed and as his life unfolds
Slowly unveiling the power he holds

Seventh son of a seventh son

Then they watch the progress he makes
The Good and the evil which path will he take
Both of them trying to manipulate
The use of his powers before it's too late

Today is born the seventh one
Born of woman the seventh son
And he in turn of a seventh son
He has the power to heal
He has the gift of the second sight
He is the chosen one
So it shall be written
So it shall be done

6. The Prophecy[Murray / Harris]

Now that I know that the right time has come
My prediction will surely be true
The impending disaster it looms
And the whole of the village is doomed
Why won't you listen to me
Is it so hard to understand
That I am the real seventh son
Your life or death on me depends
Suffering and pain impending disaster
Souls crying the devil's laughter
Heard the cry of the seventh whistlers
Lucifer smiles looks on and waits
I'll take your life in my hands
Your fate your fortune's in my visions
Heed what I say and you'll see what
What will be
Please listen to me
Now that they see the disaster is done
Now they put all the blame unto me
They feel I brought on a curse
Don't they know that the torment
It stays with me knowing that I walk alone
Through the eyes of the future I see
They don't even know what fear is
Don't they know I'm the one who is cursed
Purgatory beckons souls lost forever
Life after death or heaven hereafter
Heard the call of the seven whistlers again
Now Lucifer laughs hell awaits
I had their lives in my hands
Their fates their fortunes in my visions
No one believed in my true prophecy
And now it's too late.

7. The Clairvoyant[Harris]

Feel the sweat break on my brow
Is it me or is it shadows that are Dancing on the walls.
Is this dream or is it now
Is this a vision or normality I see Before my eyes.
I wonder why I wonder how
That it seems the powers getting stronger
Every dayI feel a strength an inner fire
But I'm scared I won't be able to control it anymore
There's a time to live and a time to die
When it's time to meet the maker
There's time to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying.
Just by looking through your eyes
He could see the future penetrating right in through your mind
See the truth and see your lies
But for all his power couldn't foresee his own demise
There's time to live and time to die
When it's time to meet the maker
There's time to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying......and reborn again??

8. Only The Good Die Young[Harris / Dickinson]

The demon in your mind will rape you in your bed at night
The wisdom of ages, the lies and outrages concealed
Time it waits for no man
My future is revealed
Time it waits for no man
My fate is sealed
If I cancel tomorrow the undead will thank me today
Fly in the face of the prophets I mock your morality plays
The moon is red and bleeding
The sun is burned and black
The book of life is silent
No turning back

Only the good die young
All the evil seem to live forever
Only the good die young
All the evil seem to live forever
Only the good die young
Only the good die young

Mystery madman, a victim of cruel charade
Some innocent pawn in an end game, one more stalemate
Is death another birthday?
A way to kiss your dreams goodbye?
Do the undead live within us?
And look through our eyes?
Walking on water are miracles all you can trust
Measure your coffin does is measure up to your lust?
So I think I'll leave you with your bishops and your guilt
So until the next time
Have a good sin

Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires
Seven your desires.....

BRUCE DICKINSON - Vocals
DAVE MURRAY - Lead & Rhythm Guitars
ADRIAN SMITH - Lead and Rhythm Guitars, Synth
STEVE HARRIS - Bass, String Synth
NICKO McBRAIN - Drums