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  “Saint Germain recorded the good doctrine in figures and his only cyphered MS. remained with his staunch friend and patron the benevolent German prince from whose house and in whose presence he made his last exit — Home” (ML 280).



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1:'In order for an individual to consciously let go of a thing, he must have something that he feels is stronger to which he can anchor. As students become conscious of this, the confidence and strength will come to them to take the step.'
   ~ Saint Germain, The I am discourses,

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1:A light heart is a magnet for all that you love ~ Saint Germain,
2:If you focus on the sweeter things of life, that's exactly what you're going to get out of life ~ Saint Germain,
3:There is no devil in the universe except mankind's own inharmonious thoughts & feelings, both individual and enmass. ~ Saint Germain,
4:Turn your eyes away from fear. Discontinue the conversations of fear if you choose to embrace the fullness of your heart ~ Saint Germain,
5:WHETHER BEINGS LOVE ME OR FEAR ME IS IRRELEVANT. IF BEINGS GIVE ME THEIR ATTENTION I WILL TAKE THEM TO ENLIGHTENMENT AND BLISS. ~ Saint Germain,
6:Cuanto más inteligente sea una mujer menos tardará en establecer un compromiso con la naturaleza del hombre -Conde de Saint Germain ~ Kerstin Gier,
7:That was how I met her, in a bar in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, she was drinking and watching, and that was why I liked her, I thought she would be fun to have fun with. ~ James Baldwin,
8:While the other women turned back to their talk of Saint-Germain, she took the opportunity to curl into her chair again and read, and so remove herself from all her greater cares and all the people causing them. ~ Susanna Kearsley,
9:Well, when you lit up the Eiffel Tower, you said something that sounded like eggness.” “Ignis,” the count said. “Latin for fire. No, you don’t need to say anything.” “Why did you do it, then?” Saint-Germain grinned. “I just thought it sounded cool. ~ Michael Scott,
10:Saracen The Knight: There will be a cost.

Saint-Germain: Anything. I will pay anything to get my wife back.

Saracen: Even your immortality?

Saint-Germain: Even that. What's the point in living forever, when it is not with the woman I love? ~ Michael Scott,
11:'In order for an individual to consciously let go of a thing, he must have something that he feels is stronger to which he can anchor. As students become conscious of this, the confidence and strength will come to them to take the step.'
   ~ Saint Germain, The I am discourses,
12:I urge you all, fervently I urge you, to state unto the universe, unto the multiverse: I AM, I AM, I AM! I am life. I am God. I AM. As you state the knowingness within your breast, you raise your frequency. The vibration of I AM will begin to pulsate within you. ~ Saint Germain,
13:At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18—, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend, C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisième, No. 33, Rue Dunôt, Faubourg Saint Germain. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,
14:Go down a few steps and take your positions,” Prometheus instructed. “Let no one onto the roof. Will and Palamedes, you take the north side. Saint-Germain, can you take the west? Joan, the east is yours. I’ll guard the south.”
“How come you get the dangerous side?” Saint-Germain asked.
The big Elder smiled. “They’re all dangerous sides. ~ Michael Scott,
15:Doce columnas soportan el castillo del tiempo.
Doce animales gobiernan el castillo.
El águila está ya lista para alzarse.
El cinco es la llave y también es la base.
Así, en el Círculo de los Doce, es el dos el doce.
Y al halcón, que ocupa el séptimo lugar,
el número tres hay que asignar.

De los Escritos secretos del conde de Saint Germain. ~ Kerstin Gier,
16:but do i need to say anything?" sophie asked. "do i need to learn any words?" "like what?" saint-germain said. "well, when you lit up the eiffel tower, you said something that sounded like eggness" "ignis" the count said. "latin for fire. no, you don't need to say anything." "then why did you do it, then?" sophie asked. saint-germain grinned. "i just thought it sounded cool. ~ Michael Scott,
17:En su cimbreo rojo rubí
oye el cuervo cantar a los muertos,
apenas conoce el precio, apenas la fuerza,
el poder se alza y el Círculo se cierra.
Del orgulloso león de faz de diamante,
vela el súbito hechizo la luz brillante.
Con el sol que agoniza él cambia la suerte,
y el final revela, del cuervo, la muerte.

De los Escritos secretos del conde de Saint Germain ~ Kerstin Gier,
18:But do I need to say anything?" Sophie asked. "Do I need to learn any words?"
"Like what?" Saint-Germain said.
"Well, when you lit up the Eiffel tower, you said something that sounded like eggness."
"Ignis," the count said. "Latin for fire. No, you don't need to say anything."
"Then why did you do it, then?" Sophie asked.
Saint-Germain grinned. "I just thought it sounded cool. ~ Michael Scott,
19:Ópalo y Ámbar forman el primer par,
Ágata canta en si, del lobo el avatar,
Dueto —¡Solutio!— con Aguamarina.
Siguen poderosas las Esmeralda y la Citrina,
los gemelos cornalina en Escorpión,
y Jade, el número 8, digestión.
En mi mayor: negra Turmalina,
Zafiro en fa se ilumina.
Y casi al mismo tiempo el Diamante,
11 y 7, del León rampante.
¡Projectio llega! Fluye el tiempo,
Y Rubí constituye el final y el comienzo.

De los Escritos secretos del conde de Saint Germain. ~ Kerstin Gier,
20:Civilization is an active deposit which is formed by the combustion of the Present with the Past. Neither in countries without a Present nor in those without a Past is it to be encountered. Proust in Venice, Matisse's birdcages overlooking the flower market at Nice, Gide on the seventeenth-century quais of Toulon, Lorca in Granada, Picasso by Saint-Germain-des-Prés: there lies civilization and for me it can exist only under those liberal regimes in which the Present is alive and therefore capable of assimilating the Past. ~ Cyril Connolly,
21:If whatever follows these two words is not fully aligned with your perception of how the creative Source of the universe would be speaking, then make the correction on the spot. Say to yourself “I am the resurrection and the life in thought and feeling.” According to The “I AM” Discourses of Saint Germain: “It immediately turns all the energy of your Being to the center in the brain which is the source of your Being. You cannot overestimate the Power in this Statement. There is no limit to what you can do with it. It was the Statement that Jesus used most ~ Wayne W Dyer,
22:Cuando el círculo de la sangre se completa
la eternidad fragua la piedra filosofal.
Vestida de juventud surge una nueva fuerza
que al elegido otorga un poder inmortal
Mas cuando ascienda la duodécima estrella,
reanudará el destino su curso fatal.
Perderá su lozanía el roble con ella,
sometido al yugo del tiempo terrenal.
Hasta que el lucero palidezca y muera,
no tendrá el águila su nido eternal.
Y solo por amor se extingue una estrella,
si ha elegido libremente su final.

De los Escritos secretos del conde de Saint Germain ~ Kerstin Gier,
23:Así como localizamos en el cuerpo de una persona todas las posibilidades de su vida, el recuerdo de los seres que conoce y a quienes acaba de dejar, o a los que va a unirse, así yo, si al enterarme por Francisca de que la señora de Guermantes iría a pie a almorzar a casa de la princesa de Parma, la veía, a eso de mediodía, bajar de su casa con su traje de raso claro, sobre el cual su rostro era del mismo matiz, como una nube a la puesta del sol, lo que ante mí veía eran todos los placeres del barrio de Saint-Germain contenidos en aquel pequeño volumen como en una concha, entre aquellas bruñidas valvas de sonrosado nácar. ~ Marcel Proust,
24:The small group hugged one another quickly. Although nothing was said, they knew this could be the last time they ever saw one another again.
Saint-Germain kissed Joan before they parted. “I love you,” he said softly.
She nodded, slate-grey eyes shimmering behind tears.
“When all this is over, I suggest we go on a second honeymoon,” he said.
“I’d like that.” Joan smiled. “Hawaii is always nice at this time of year. And you do know I love it there.”
Saint-Germain shook his head. “We’re not going anywhere that has a volcano.”
“I love you,” she whispered, and turned away before they could see each other cry. ~ Michael Scott,
25:Dovada e că te caut mereu și pretutindeni, că, deși mă temeam de prezența ta, aș fi dat totul pe lume ca să te zăresc măcar un minut, de departe. Am colindat prin Paris, Fontainebleau, Saint-Germain, în jurul caselor regale, doar, doar te voi zări; voiam să-ți văd chipul dulce, rochia ta strecurându-se printre arbori; asta era tot ceea ce-mi doream, tot ceea ce visam! A fost de ajuns să faci doar un pas spre mine pentru ca prudența, datoria, spaima, totul să fie uitat. Și iată-mă în acest Luvru de care trebuia să fug! Și-ți răspund la toate întrebările tale! Și deși simt că toate astea sunt primejdioase și smintite, le fac totuși, Diana! ~ Alexandre Dumas,
26:Place Saint-Germain-des-Près. Devant la sortie de l'église, le jeune homme qui crie son journal. Demandez l'Antijuif! Vient de paraître! Donc c'est un nouveau numéro. Non, défense de l'acheter. Il s'approche, son mouchoir contre son nez, demande l'Antijuif, paye le jeune homme qui lui sourit. Otez le mouchoir, lui parler, le convaincre? Frère, ne comprends tu pas que tu me tortures? Tu es intelligent, ton visage est beau, aimons nous. Demandez l'Antijuif! Il court, traverse, s'engouffre dans une petite rue, brandit la feuille de haine. Demandez l'Antijuif! crie t il dans la rue déserte. Mort aux juifs! crie t il dans une voix folle. Mort à moi! crie t il, le visage illuminé de larmes. ~ Albert Cohen,
27:Saint Germain-En-Laye
(1887-1895)
Through the green boughs I hardly saw thy face,
They twined so close: the sun was in mine eyes;
And now the sullen trees in sombre lace
Stand bare beneath the sinister, sad skies.
O sun and summer! Say in what far night,
The gold and green, the glory of thine head,
Of bough and branch have fallen? Oh, the white
Gaunt ghosts that flutter where thy feet have sped,
Across the terrace that is desolate,
And rang then with thy laughter, ghost of thee,
That holds its shroud up with most delicate,
Dead fingers, and behind the ghost of me,
Tripping fantastic with a mouth that jeers
At roseal flowers of youth the turbid streams
Toss in derision down the barren years
To death the host of all our golden dreams.
~ Ernest Christopher Dowson,
28:The four had rented a riverside cottage and lived together there as two couples. Their vice was public, official and perfectly obvious to all. It was referred to quite naturally as something entirely normal. There were rumours about jealous scenes that took place there and about the various actresses and other famous women who frequented the little cottage near the water’s edge. One neighbour, scandalized by the goings-on, alerted the police at one stage and an inspector accompanied by one of his men came to make enquiries. It was a delicate mission: there was nothing the women could be prosecuted for, least of all prostitution. The inspector was deeply puzzled and could not understand what these alleged misdemeanours could possibly be. He asked a whole lot of pointless questions, compiled a lengthy report and dismissed the charges out of hand. The joke spread as far as Saint-Germain. ~ Guy de Maupassant,
29:Why do you want to do this?" he asked curiously. "Why is this woman so important to you?"
Saint-Germain blinked in surprise. "Have you ever loved anyone?" he asked.
"Yes," Tamnuz said cautiously, "I had a consort once, Inanna..."
"But did you love her? Truly love her?"
The Green Man remained silent.
"Did she mean more to you than life itself?" Saint-Germain persisted.
"They do not love that do not show their love," Shakespeare murmured very softly.
The French immortal stepped closer to the Elder. "I love my Jeanne," he said simply. "I must go to her."
"Even though it will cost you everything?" Tamnuz persisted, as if the idea was incomprehensible.
"Yes. Without Joan, everything I have is worthless."
"Even your immortality?"
"Especially my immortality." Gone were the banter and the jokes. This was a Saint-Germain whom neither Shakespeare nor Palamedes had ever seen before. "I love her," he said, ~ Michael Scott,
30:Há várias maneiras de ser condenado à morte. Ah! o que eu não daria naquele momento para estar na prisão ao invés de estar ali, eu, cretino! Para ter, por exemplo, quando era tão fácil, previsível, roubado alguma coisa, em algum lugar, quando ainda era tempo. A gente não pensa em nada! Da prisão a gente sai vivo, da guerra não. O resto é lero-lero.

Se pelo menos eu ainda tivesse tempo, mas não tinha mais! Não havia mais nada pra roubar! Como seria agradável uma prisãozinha sossegada, é o que pensava, por onde as balas não passassem! Não passam nunca! Eu conhecia uma prontinha, ao sol, bem protegida! Um sonho, a de Saint-Germain, mais exatamente, tão perto da floresta, eu a conhecia bem, volta e meia passava por lá, antigamente. Como mudamos! Na época eu era uma criança, ela me metia medo, a prisão. É que eu não conhecia os homens. Nunca mais acreditarei no que dizem, no que pensam. É dos homens e só deles que se deve ter medo, sempre. ~ Louis Ferdinand C line,
31:Elimina obstáculos Una amiga de mi esposa nos recomendó que fuéramos al Hôtel de l’Abbaye Saint Germain en París, de modo que intenté reservar una habitación allí. La página web del hotel explicaba que había un cargo de 5,6 euros por reservar, lo cual me pareció raro, pero ¡en fin, era un hotel francés! Intenté hacer la reserva y me enteré de que había que pagar esa tarifa aunque no dispusieran de habitaciones libres. Dicho de otro modo, me cobraron siete dólares por «intentar» hacer una reserva de hotel de 3.500 dólares. Ahora no iremos nunca a ese hotel, porque no pienso pagar por el privilegio de reservar una habitación. Eliminar obstáculos como éste forma parte de la preparación para el lanzamiento de tu causa. Este ejemplo es un obstáculo económico, pero también existen obstáculos mentales. Un conjunto de investigaciones psicológicas llamado «fluidez cognitiva» postula que la gente prefiere las cosas en las que resulta fácil pensar. Por ejemplo, Drake Bennett, periodista del Boston.com, señala tres aplicaciones de esta teoría: [11] ~ Guy Kawasaki,
32:If, on the way back from the Passage des Patriarches to my apartment near Saint-Germain-des-Prés, I had thought of examining myself like a transparent foreign body, I should have discovered one of the laws which governs the behavior of "featherless bipeds unequipped to conceive the number pi"—Father Sogol's definition of the species to which he, you, and I belong. This law might be termed: inner resonance to influences nearest at hand. The guides on Mount Analogue, who explained it to me later, called it simply the chameleon law. Father Sogol had really convinced me, and while he was talking to me, I was prepared to follow him in his crazy expedition. But as I neared home, where I could again find all my old habits, I imagined my colleagues at the office, the writers I knew, and my best friends listening to an account of the conversation I had just had. I could imagine their sarcasm, their skepticism, and their pity. I began to suspect myself of naiveté and credulity, so much so that when I tried to tell my wife about meeting Father Sogol, I caught myself using expressions like "a funny old fellow," "an unfrocked monk," "a slightly daffy inventor," "a crazy idea. ~ Ren Daumal,
33:The only consolation we have is that few of those will have active weapons either," Prometheus told them.
Palamedes looked over at Scathach. "When you say 'few...,'" she began.
"Some will be armed," Prometheus clarified.
"Incoming!" Saint-Germain yelled. "Two of them have launched missiles."
"Sit down and strap yourselves in," Prometheus commanded. The group scrambled to get into the seats behind him, and he added, "We're too slow to outrun them, and the smaller ones are infinitely more maneuverable."
"Is there good news?" Scathach demanded.
"I am the finest flier in Danu Talis," The Elder said.
Scathach smiled. "If anyone else said that I would think they were boasting. But not you,Uncle."
Prometheus glanced quickly at the Warrior. "How many times do I have to tell you-I'm not your uncle."
"Not yet,anyway," she muttered under her breath.
"Everyone strapped in?" Prometheus asked. Without waiting for an answer, he brought the triangular vimana straight up into the air, then flipped it back, so that the ground was directly overhead and the sky below them, before he leveled it off and the earth and sky resumed their normal positions.
"I'm going to throw up," Scatty muttered. ~ Michael Scott,
34:Los intervalos entre los saltos en el tiempo varían
—siempre que no sean controlados por el cronógrafo—
de un portador del gen a otro. Si bien el conde de
Saint Germain, en sus observaciones, llegó a la
conclusión de que los portadores del gen femeninos
saltan con una frecuencia y una duración significativamente
inferiores a los masculinos, en la actualidad no
podemos dar por válida esta afirmación.
La duración de los saltos en el tiempo incontrolados
varía, desde el inicio de los registros, entre ocho minutos,
doce segundos (salto de iniciación de Timothy de Villiers,
5 de mayo de 1892) y dos horas y cuatro minutos (Margret
Tilney, 2º salto, 22 de marzo de 1894).
La ventana temporal que el cronógrafo facilita
para los saltos en el tiempo es de, como mínimo, treinta minutos,
y como máximo, cuatro horas.
Se desconoce si en alguna ocasión se han producido saltos
en el propio tiempo vital. En sus escritos, el conde de Saint Germain
parte de la base de que, a causa del continuum
(v. Leyes del continuum, volumen 3),
esto no es posible.
Los ajustes del cronógrafo hacen igualmente
imposible un envió de vuelta
al propio tiempo vital.

De las Crónicas de los Vigilantes,
Volumen 2, «Leyes generales» ~ Kerstin Gier,
35:Simone de Beauvoir che scrive la leggenda di Sartre, scolpendo la statua del grand'uomo, sacrificando tutta la verità alla mitologia, fornisce la versione parigina e quindi francese, e quindi europea, e quindi mondiale, della vicenda. Ne “La forza delle cose, scrive: “Di fronte a un vasto pubblico egli (Camus) dichiarò: “amo la Giustizia, ma prima di essa difenderò mia madre” il che significava mettersi dalla parte dei pieds-noirs. Il peggio era che al tempo stesso dava a intendere che si manteneva al di sopra della mischia, avvallando così quanti desideravano ocncilaire questa guerra e i suoi metodi con l'umanesimo borghese.”
È lo stesso libro in cui la liberazione di Sartre dallo stalag nell'aprile del 1941, dovuta probabilmente a un intervento del filo nazista Drieu la Rochelle, si trasforma in un'evasione; in cui la partecipazione di Sartre alla rivista collaborazionista Comoedia durante la guerra viene presentata come un errore commesso una sola volta nel 1941, (mentre sappiamo che in realtà ancora nel settembre del 1943 il filosofo entra a far parte di una giunta organizzata dal giornale e il 5 febbraio del 1944 scrive l'elogio funebre di quel Giradoux che aveva celebrato le virtù del Reich nazista), e varie altre verità sulla Resistenza della famosa coppia.
Camus paga per la rettitudine, per l'integrità, per la correttezza delle proprie battaglie, paga per l'onestà, per la passione nei confronti della verità, paga per aver partecipato alla Resistenza quando molti avevano resistito così poco, paga per i propri successi, per le vendite formidabili dei propri libri, paga per il talento e paga, ovviamente, per il Nobel, paga per il fatto di non essere corruttibile, di non aver bisogno di mentire quando si è trattato di tracciare la retta via, paga per la giovinezza, la bellezza, il successo con le donne, paga per la vita filosofica che suona come un rimprovero di fronte all'esistenza di tanti falsari, paga per la fedeltà all'infanzia passata in mezzo alla gente umile, paga per non aver tradito e venduto niente, paga per essere entrato con effrazione, lui figlio di povera gente, nel mono bene di Saint-Germain-des-Prés, paga per aver scelto la Giustizia, la libertà e il popolo in un universo di intellettuali affascinati dalla violenza, dalla ferocia e dalle idee, paga per essere un autodidatta riuscito, paga per aver scritto lui, figlio di un'analfabeta, libri che non avrebbe mai dovuto scrivere perché riservati all' élite, paga perché a fare da legge, sono il risentimento, l'invidia, l'astio e la gelosia. ~ Michel Onfray,
36:Paris
First, London, for its myriads; for its height,
Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite;
But Paris for the smoothness of the paths
That lead the heart unto the heart's delight. . . .
Fair loiterer on the threshold of those days
When there's no lovelier prize the world displays
Than, having beauty and your twenty years,
You have the means to conquer and the ways,
And coming where the crossroads separate
And down each vista glories and wonders wait,
Crowning each path with pinnacles so fair
You know not which to choose, and hesitate --
Oh, go to Paris. . . . In the midday gloom
Of some old quarter take a little room
That looks off over Paris and its towers
From Saint Gervais round to the Emperor's Tomb, --
So high that you can hear a mating dove
Croon down the chimney from the roof above,
See Notre Dame and know how sweet it is
To wake between Our Lady and our love.
And have a little balcony to bring
Fair plants to fill with verdure and blossoming,
That sparrows seek, to feed from pretty hands,
And swallows circle over in the Spring.
There of an evening you shall sit at ease
In the sweet month of flowering chestnut-trees,
There with your little darling in your arms,
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Your pretty dark-eyed Manon or Louise.
And looking out over the domes and towers
That chime the fleeting quarters and the hours,
While the bright clouds banked eastward back of them
Blush in the sunset, pink as hawthorn flowers,
You cannot fail to think, as I have done,
Some of life's ends attained, so you be one
Who measures life's attainment by the hours
That Joy has rescued from oblivion.
II
Come out into the evening streets. The green light lessens in the west.
The city laughs and liveliest her fervid pulse of pleasure beats.
The belfry on Saint Severin strikes eight across the smoking eaves:
Come out under the lights and leaves
to the Reine Blanche on Saint Germain. . . .
Now crowded diners fill the floor of brasserie and restaurant.
Shrill voices cry "L'Intransigeant," and corners echo "Paris-Sport."
Where rows of tables from the street are screened with shoots of box and bay,
The ragged minstrels sing and play and gather sous from those that eat.
And old men stand with menu-cards, inviting passers-by to dine
On the bright terraces that line the Latin Quarter boulevards. . . .
But, having drunk and eaten well, 'tis pleasant then to stroll along
And mingle with the merry throng that promenades on Saint Michel.
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Here saunter types of every sort. The shoddy jostle with the chic:
Turk and Roumanian and Greek; student and officer and sport;
Slavs with their peasant, Christ-like heads,
and courtezans like powdered moths,
And peddlers from Algiers, with cloths
bright-hued and stitched with golden threads;
And painters with big, serious eyes go rapt in dreams, fantastic shapes
In corduroys and Spanish capes and locks uncut and flowing ties;
And lovers wander two by two, oblivious among the press,
And making one of them no less, all lovers shall be dear to you:
All laughing lips you move among, all happy hearts that, knowing what
Makes life worth while, have wasted not the sweet reprieve of being young.
"Comment ca va!" "Mon vieux!" "Mon cher!"
Friends greet and banter as they pass.
'Tis sweet to see among the mass comrades and lovers everywhere,
A law that's sane, a Love that's free, and men of every birth and blood
Allied in one great brotherhood of Art and Joy and Poverty. . . .
The open cafe-windows frame loungers at their liqueurs and beer,
And walking past them one can hear fragments of Tosca and Boheme.
And in the brilliant-lighted door of cinemas the barker calls,
And lurid posters paint the walls with scenes of Love and crime and war.
But follow past the flaming lights, borne onward with the stream of feet,
Where Bullier's further up the street is marvellous on Thursday nights.
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Here all Bohemia flocks apace; you could not often find elsewhere
So many happy heads and fair assembled in one time and place.
Under the glare and noise and heat the galaxy of dancing whirls,
Smokers, with covered heads, and girls dressed in the costume of the street.
From tables packed around the wall the crowds that drink and frolic there
Spin serpentines into the air far out over the reeking hall,
That, settling where the coils unroll, tangle with pink and green and blue
The crowds that rag to "Hitchy-koo" and boston to the "Barcarole". . . .
Here Mimi ventures, at fifteen, to make her debut in romance,
And join her sisters in the dance and see the life that they have seen.
Her hair, a tight hat just allows to brush beneath the narrow brim,
Docked, in the model's present whim, `frise' and banged above the brows.
Uncorseted, her clinging dress with every step and turn betrays,
In pretty and provoking ways her adolescent loveliness,
As guiding Gaby or Lucile she dances, emulating them
In each disturbing stratagem and each lascivious appeal.
Each turn a challenge, every pose an invitation to compete,
Along the maze of whirling feet the grave-eyed little wanton goes,
And, flaunting all the hue that lies in childish cheeks and nubile waist,
She passes, charmingly unchaste, illumining ignoble eyes. . . .
But now the blood from every heart leaps madder through abounding veins
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As first the fascinating strains of "El Irresistible" start.
Caught in the spell of pulsing sound, impatient elbows lift and yield
The scented softnesses they shield to arms that catch and close them round,
Surrender, swift to be possessed, the silken supple forms beneath
To all the bliss the measures breathe and all the madness they suggest.
Crowds congregate and make a ring. Four deep they stand and strain to see
The tango in its ecstasy of glowing lives that clasp and cling.
Lithe limbs relaxed, exalted eyes fastened on vacancy, they seem
To float upon the perfumed stream of some voluptuous Paradise,
Or, rapt in some Arabian Night, to rock there, cradled and subdued,
In a luxurious lassitude of rhythm and sensual delight.
And only when the measures cease and terminate the flowing dance
They waken from their magic trance and join the cries that clamor "Bis!" . . .
Midnight adjourns the festival. The couples climb the crowded stair,
And out into the warm night air go singing fragments of the ball.
Close-folded in desire they pass, or stop to drink and talk awhile
In the cafes along the mile from Bullier's back to Montparnasse:
The "Closerie" or "La Rotonde", where smoking, under lamplit trees,
Sit Art's enamored devotees, chatting across their `brune' and `blonde'. . . .
Make one of them and come to know sweet Paris -- not as many do,
Seeing but the folly of the few, the froth, the tinsel, and the show --
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But taking some white proffered hand that from Earth's barren every day
Can lead you by the shortest way into Love's florid fairyland.
And that divine enchanted life that lurks under Life's common guise -That city of romance that lies within the City's toil and strife --
Shall, knocking, open to your hands, for Love is all its golden key,
And one's name murmured tenderly the only magic it demands.
And when all else is gray and void in the vast gulf of memory,
Green islands of delight shall be all blessed moments so enjoyed:
When vaulted with the city skies, on its cathedral floors you stood,
And, priest of a bright brotherhood, performed the mystic sacrifice,
At Love's high altar fit to stand, with fire and incense aureoled,
The celebrant in cloth of gold with Spring and Youth on either hand.
III
Choral Song
Have ye gazed on its grandeur
Or stood where it stands
With opal and amber
Adorning the lands,
And orcharded domes
Of the hue of all flowers?
Sweet melody roams
Through its blossoming bowers,
Sweet bells usher in from its belfries the train of the honey-sweet hour.
A city resplendent,
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Fulfilled of good things,
On its ramparts are pendent
The bucklers of kings.
Broad banners unfurled
Are afloat in its air.
The lords of the world
Look for harborage there.
None finds save he comes as a bridegroom, having roses and vine in his hair.
'Tis the city of Lovers,
There many paths meet.
Blessed he above others,
With faltering feet,
Who past its proud spires
Intends not nor hears
The noise of its lyres
Grow faint in his ears!
Men reach it through portals of triumph, but leave through a postern of tears.
It was thither, ambitious,
We came for Youth's right,
When our lips yearned for kisses
As moths for the light,
When our souls cried for Love
As for life-giving rain
Wan leaves of the grove,
Withered grass of the plain,
And our flesh ached for Love-flesh beside it with bitter, intolerable pain.
Under arbor and trellis,
Full of flutes, full of flowers,
What mad fortunes befell us,
What glad orgies were ours!
In the days of our youth,
In our festal attire,
When the sweet flesh was smooth,
When the swift blood was fire,
And all Earth paid in orange and purple to pavilion the bed of Desire!
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~ Alan Seeger,

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Liber 46 - The Key of the Mysteries, #unset, #Anonymous, #Various
     "Il avait fait partie du clerge de Saint Germain lAuxerrois" ---
     "He was of the Society of St. Germain lAuxerrois."

Liber 71 - The Voice of the Silence - The Two Paths - The Seven Portals, #unset, #Anonymous, #Various
   are concurrent, not consecutive, so, like the Comte de Saint Germain,
   when he was expelled from Berlin, one can go through all the seven

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