There is, you will undoubtedly have noticed, a lot of compulsion in society, whether one is unnecessarily or inexplicably compelled to do some things or to pursue certain paths or conduct certain kinds of exchanges and not others.
Anyone who does not work in relative obscurity is not doing the Great Work of honouring our family heritage.
One could as soon conduct this Great Work without doing so in obscurity as a star could burn without illimitable darkness.
Go to the great beyond.
And we will meet there as full Man in command, by birth and by no other learning, of the very language and knowledge of our lives, of all life.
For all that we can own we cannot sell - and that is our relationship to our ancestors, to our whole environment.
One cannot own what one sells.
And one cannot sell what one owns.
You can only give it away, for one can only thus exchange and thus truly know who and what we are by birth, by death, by everything.
- See Axiom 967 - Ancestral Temple (Tree of Medicinal Wisdom)
- See Axiom 699 - Principles of Vitruvian Stellarium
- See To the Reader - A Fire Language
Thine ancestors become thy gods and goddesses again
A family a temple blood and knowledge Paradise
Riven four rivers of the Earth and of the human brain
A river down our sky and body nourished all the Earth
That springs the fruit a living blood and all the love of Man
Up to the heavens rivers of the seasons as they turn
Their changes, changes in our own relations and their land
The animal a wild will still bleeds into our own
A mother and a father to a child, theirs to see
And feel where they would see and feel the nature of their home
A medicine that blended with this Temple Family
A grief that thee thyself were lost to everyone or anyone though dead
And still thou ached for consummation sacred places love
That flowed the darkest brightest river water in our head's
Immersion its emergence from these currents holy blood
As knowledgeable as the mountains, clouds and flowers lent
Their truth and beauty to our mothers and our fathers who bestowed
Upon their children medicine for all the Earth the living and the dead
Of everyone the fruit and knowledge blossomed in our bones
So free in their associations, joints and temples speak
To thou with ears to hear the world and years of life to teach
Thy voice and story wandered through some weird eclipse of these.
The Tree of Knowledge
All knowledge comes from the holy rivers of our relationship with our ancestors, with our whole environment.
Growth is king, and so are you, your crown and throne the moving celestial animal of the Earth (the words of your unfolding celestial family story of transformation, resurrection and continuity every organ of body and season impulses of the principle and desire of the stirring billions of volts of electric current above and below, the stirring current of Man and all that we have to give one another, who and what we are and where we come from stirring in moon and sun and stars burning in darkness with all that is a holy mother and father in ours) and the stars, clouds and flowers in your hair and that of all your ancestral blood.
The Tree (or living book) of Life and Knowledge was and will always be the Family Tree. Eat and drink its fruit, the fruit of your ancestral blood, hungrily. For it is the banquet feast of the Ages.