The Zodiac and the Salts of Salvation. George W. Carey

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      POEM

      THE BIRTH OF THE AUTHOR, “THE SAINT GEORGE” OF BIOCHEMISTRY

      BY

      EDITH F. A. U. PAINTON

      [Time, September 7th, 1845, 4:45 P. M.]

      ENTER—R. L. U.—SAINT GEORGE

      It was on September seventh, in eighteen hundred forty-five,

      The planets of the heavens were wonderfully alive;

      Luna was well in Scorpio, with Sol in Virgo’s light,

      While Venus was exalted, just between, in Libra bright.

      Said Luna, “Listen, Venus! although we are semi-square,

      It’s up to you and me to send to Earth a spirit rare;

      That dark star’s out of tune, and needs a strong, awakening soul

      Like those that you, fair Queen of Art, do beautifully control!

      “Let’s send down to the Earth today—today, but ne’er again—

      One of those Alchemists of life they call September men!

      A genius, Venus—listen from your Occult House, I pray,

      A genius of that Virgin soil that must all Science sway.”

      The Goddess of Love answered, “I know, but take one peep—

      Uranus’s opposition is a thing to make me weep!

      And his house rises soon—so—heavens! what could we ever do?

      A genius we might send, but Oh! what MUST we send him through?”

      “Naught cares a genius,” Luna smiled; “send him through hottest hell,

      He’ll smile, and take his way unmoved, declaring all is well!

      I’ve picked the man—with heart of gold—an OR of vital force,

      And at the proper hour, we’ll speed the soul upon its course!”

      Still Venus hesitated—“But Mercury, what of him?

      He’s in his night-house, don’t you see, where all his force is dim!

      And Jove opposed, you see”—“Be still,” said Luna, “he

      Is close behind Old Sol, in Seventh, where Messengers should be!

      “And as for Jupiter, of course I’d rather he would smile,

      But if he won’t—he’ll have to frown another little while;

      We’ll fix him in Third House to make a man of broadest mind,

      A Father of Big Thought, a chief and leader of his kind!”

      “But Luna—can you think it safe? The Dragon is at rest,

      Its Head within religion’s house where all is at its best;

      Its Tail down in the lower mind—O what a power today!

      But this Saint George would saunter forth this heavenly beast to slay!”

      A deep bass growl from distant space rolled through the home of spheres,

      And Venus drew near Luna, seeking solace for her fears.

      “Hush! don’t let grim old Saturn hear, or He’ll retard the plan,

      And cast his gloom o’er all our works in every way he can!”

      “Eclipse for Saturn and his frowns,” said Luna, full of scorn,

      “Let Mars and Neptune in first house the leading aspects form;

      While Uranus, defying both, will leap o’er all that bars,

      And lure to earth to plead for us a student of the stars!”

      “He is the one to ever rule the true Aquarian born,

      So what care we for Saturn’s chill, or Mar’s malignant scorn?

      He’ll draw unto the Earth, I’m sure, a Saint George full of fire,

      To slay the world’s conventions with a sword of purpose dire!”

      Hark! A swift war-like commotion through the stellar spaces ran,

      As all the heavenly planets overheard the little plan;

      “We will not have this rebel loosed on earth,” protested they,

      “We will not countenance such revolt. Man must our laws obey!”

      They all recalled the many lives they’d helped him live before,

      They all looked back on ages past, and then—they sternly swore,

      Not once again could they be blamed for such peculiar dope

      As now boiled in Life’s crucible to mold this horoscope!

      “We’ve met in trines; we’ve fought; we’ve joined; we’ve met in terms of sex;

      We’ve formed all sorts of aspects that can human souls perplex;

      But if he goes to earth again, just count our force not there!

      For if we’re to come to orb, we’ll all act on the square!”

      Then all reversed their motion, and walked backward, one by one,

      Endeavoring to escape the thing the karmic gods had done;

      But, retrograde or not, the word went forth to shake the earth,

      And Gee-OR-Gee, (the Gold in Earth) came to the hour of birth!

      And ever since, the planets as they grace his horoscope,

      Have kept their faces towards him, walking backward, void of hope,

      For he upsets all theories, and their age-old thought he jars,

      Preaching a New Age Eternal, in defiance of the Stars!

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