Upon this nine, though to five this nine returns, rest the dorsal twelve, the Sacred Temples of those Mysteries from which the tribes of is and ra were named,
In the Cervical Seven dwell supreme those powers of god enthroned in man; these do contain the three in one of which the ages have all sung, about that trinity sublime which moves the worlds to good.
Now three in one, and four plus five, and twelve plus seven, and you have found those marks thirty and two of perfect birth.
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There is a line that all may find, stretched from the utmost heavens (or maybe far beyond) which towards the earth comes unerringly,
Which has by all Sages here been called "the plumb line of the universe," adored and reverenced by all the Wise.
And where this Line the Earth doth greet the level forms on which all meet,
There the setting sun you will then face, and life's fatal square will upon thee fall no more.
Being thus free and accepted of the gods, raised by the master's hands, exalted from the dead, to greet again, and yet again, thy brethren.