I Love Queen Majesty

Forsake her not, and she shall preserve thee:
love her, and she shall keep thee.
Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom:
and with all thy getting get understanding.
Exalt her, and she shall promote thee:
she shall bring thee to honour, when thou dost embrace her.
She shall give to thine head an ornament of grace:
a crown of glory shall she deliver to thee.

Proverbs 4 (KJV)


Sabean Inscription

Oh Sovereign of wisdom Solomonic,
forgive us. The wicked wax demonic.
Golden vessels fill with foulness
man is bankrupt, sold and soulless
Unsettling harbingers loom dystopian.
Sheba rises in dreams Ethiopian.

Tested with questions, her spirit once gone,
occultic suggestions postponed her dawn.
(Six-hundred and sixty-six talents of gold
paid Nineveh’s rise as Messiah foretold.
Go read it in Matthew, obstinate sinner
You think He intends to have Satan the winner?)
Her ruins now surveyed by satellite
beheld on the screens of the Canaanite:
canals to expose, southern deserts to cross,
Eritrean legends of Prophet (and loss),
the Ark of King Menelik—Kebra Negast,
treasures of darkness presented, now past
have us checking those texts that worldlings despise
as we wait under dread Luciferian skies.

Break the sixth seal of the seventh scroll;
let the thirteenth angel spill the bowl!
(or smoke it up in the courts of Heaven
till ganja’s infinitude totals seven . . . )
Exhume Axum with the damned of Marib.
Decode the encryption on Adam’s rib
unearthed from some Antediluvian ravine—
blast from the past: she explodes on our scene!
Seven oaths shall be sworn on her spectral beauty
(our Biblical transcendental duty).
The libation is mixed. Are we ready to swill it?
Beersheba? She brew! Let us rise to fulfill it.
from sita to Saba fifth columns are ready:
Oh Sovereign — render their pillars unsteady.
For after explosions there’s mess to clean up,
and it’s worse than the horrors inside of her cup.


Condemned by the Queen

The men of Nineveh shall rise in judgment with this generation, and shall condemn it: because they repented at the preaching of Jonas; and, behold, a greater than Jonas is here.

The queen of the south shall rise up in the judgment with this generation, and shall condemn it: for she came from the uttermost parts of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon; and, behold, a greater than Solomon is here.


Be Acquainted with ɯɨʂɗɵɱ…

How do we make her acquaintance?
Sometimes we need someone to introduce us to her.
We all want wisdom. We all need wisdom.
The unwise do not know the extent to which they lack wisdom…

I am in love with wisdom. But she is capricious and has spurned my advances, often when I needed her the most. I think we are finally working it out (Wisdom & I), thus far into eternity; I acknowledge that she is out of my league, and in acknowledgement of this she turns my way every once in a while and allows me to glimpse her transcendent beauty.

I wish I could have more of her, but I would probably ruin the whole thing.
Come to think of it, too much wisdom almost ruined King Solomon himself…

Receive my instruction, and not silver,
And knowledge rather than choice gold;
For wisdom is better than rubies,
And all the things one may desire cannot be compared with her.

Proverbs 8:10,11 [NKJV]

 I wisdom dwell with prudence,
and find out knowledge of witty inventions.

Proverbs 8:12 [KJV]

This by way way of introduction to some upcoming posts about someone dear to my heart – a beautiful being named ɯɨʂɗɵɱ.

Notes on the original Beatles song:

The Beatles’ 1968 stay in Rishikesh was originally scheduled to last for three months. Predictably, Ringo and his wife Maureen were the first to leave, after ten days, citing the “holiday camp” atmosphere, the spiciness of the food, the excessive insects and the stifling midday temperatures. Well, it was India, after all—what exactly did they
expect, if not deathly spicy cuisin
e, mosquitos, bedbugs and inter-
minable heat? If they wanted blan
d food and cool weather, they
should have stayed in Liverpool,
awash in bangers and mash to
“fill the gap.”
Paul McCartney and Jane Asher bailed out a month later,
pleading homesickness.
John and Cynthia and George an
d Patti, however, persevered,
with John and George writing many songs which would later ap-
pear on the
White Album.
Indeed, most of the thirty-plus songs on
that disc were composed in the Maharishi’s ashram. “Dear Pru-
dence,” for one, was written for
Mia Farrow’s sister, who was so intent on spiritual advancement that it was delegated to John and George to get her to “come out to play” after her three weeks of meditative seclusion in her chalet.

from: http://www.strippingthegurus.com/ebook/books/Geoffrey%20D.%20Falk%20-%20Stripping%20the%20Gurus.pdf