Knower’s Ark – Vessels in The Somerset Sanctuary




                                                                           KATHARINE MALTWOOD CIRCLE OF ANIMALS


Navigation stories,

Wild outrageous tales,

Winged Lions and sea monsters,

Cetus the whale,

Aries the Golden fleece,

Found by Cancers Lunar ship,

The soul incarnates,

From the Dove,

Through the portal of a secret month,

Regulas the heart of the Lion,

The eye of the Bull,

Around the zodiac with irresistible pull,

Through Gemini man initiates,

And meditates his fate,

At earth rise and earth set,

The beauty of the sun,

Meet the gaze of the Virgin,

And then it is on to winter,

And Scorpios sting,

Or an eagles wing

Sagittarius as knower,

Points his bow,

To the morning after,

Capricornus waves his tail,

His sturdy front feet climb up the Tor,

The Phoenix burns a new path of light,

All of these play day and night,

The ordered precession of the stars,

Each one has its own hours,

Onto Pisces astral grid,

The eye of a fish,

A pyramid.



The New Jerusalem,

Drawn by the minds eye,

In the land,

The angle of the Sun,

The soft light of the moon,

The shadow from the obelisk,

Lights a secret room..

This place is both womb and tomb,

The mighty virgin protective around,

The child she bore,

Mother and Child in the ground,

The correct numbers and order abound,

By all this light and sound,

The jewel in the crown,

Yet to be found..

The Adamic Man lies in state,

The Lunar Vessel venerate,

The Great White Ship for the Ferryman,

Souls to ferry through the universe,

Fool or the hanged man,

So the light of Knower’s Ark,

The Exodus waits in the dark,

For those with eyes to see,

And ears to hear,

All will be beckoned here,

Great Sea Kings lye here,

The sky in the ground,

Fit for adventure,

Befitting their birth,

Bring heavens stars to earth,

For here the Sun and the Moon give berth,

A metaphor for Mother Earth,

And Father Sky,

The Son of the Sun,

Becomes the one,

All around him revolve,

And from the light of his ancestors,

The planets and the stars,

To become the King,

And wear the universe,

As a mantle or a cloak,

Where ever a life,

Predicted by the stars,

As above, So below

was the coat for our hero,

And so the crown upon his head,

To better pick up,

What the cosmos said,

Then to re enact each day,

The path of the Sun to show the way.





Once upon an age,

There lived a very ancient sage,

Some thought he was a king,

He wore a very ancient ring,

His soul travelled,

The far reaches of Earth,

The stars and the planets,

Still speak of his birth,

He was timeless ageless,

He carried the bloodline,

And the knowledge of the ages,

Through Egypt from Atlantis,

(All the land is ice)

The old Monk sits on the Tor,

Remembering the times before,

Who is this Knower?

He stands at the edge of the abyss,

And rides the Earth,

As a long ship through space,

He lives the stories of the stars,

Upon a mighty ship,

Came  aground,

And here he stands,

Alone and ship wrecked on the land,

But he is not alone,

For there are giants in the Earth,

Not a ring for a finger,

Nor a crown for a head,

But a circlet to measure,

The seasons instead,

A circle of giants,

A ring for a King,

His father had told him,

Of such a thing,

Born from the ring,

Lion King’s from Leo’s Regulus,

Dragons from Draco’s light,

Regal as their name,

For a Lion heart is born not made,

From a conjunction of the stars,

A circle of the Zodiac,

All the animals,

Around the Ark..

To show the way,

For down the path shone,

The sword in the stone,

By the light of the universe,

A new king is born,

A sword of the Sun,

The sword of the King,

The Temple as Man,

In stone he lies,

Until touched again..


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