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Scorpio
There is a celestial vision for the one who recalls the four tasks of EM. SIGNOL
around the line of the meridian; the same Choir (heart) of the sanctuary from
which radiates the source of love for one another. I turn looking at the rose of
P then to that of the S. Then from the S to the P until my mind is dizzy. The
spiral in my mind becomes like a monstrous octopus expelling its ink, the
shadows absorb the light. I put my hand to my mouth, biting my palm, maybe like
OLIER in his coffin. Curses, I know the truth, HE HAS PASSED, in doing GOOD as
did HE of the flowery tomb. But how many have pillaged the HOUSE, leaving only
embalmed corpses and a number of metal things they could not carry? What strange
mystery is concealed in the new Temple of SOLOMON, built by the children of ST.
VINCENT?
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