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The spirit is the head.

Next comes Will,
With tempered Sword
And dipped gently in the Spring
Atop the Mountain
Rounded at its peak
Centuries of erosion
Centuries of action

Eons of God's throw pottery
Spinning, spinning
Shaping, shaping
Holding, holding
Being, being

Acting, acting
As much as its four points possibly can
As their paths ultimately join

Traced back to the head.

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And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.

And God said, “Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water.”

And God said, “Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place,

and let dry ground appear

On Earth, as it is in Heaven.

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Following in my pursuit to find the ‘Christ’, that is—the complementary infusion of the two ultimate extremes, the true dual forces that govern the universe that became (at least in my opinion) manifest and perfected in the man of Jesus Christ—in explicitly non-Christian symbols (especially in those that are immensely abhorred by the Church), I find myself staring at the pentagram.

I had once thought that the number 4 was a unique numerological code for humanity. Mortality, carnality, a sort of patterned framework that made up the ‘lower’ but excess half of the divine number 7. With the other half being filled by the ‘higher’ but brief number, 3. Still perfect and orderly, succinct, but no doubt with a sort of four-shaped hole, and an inclination to rectify that whole (nature abhors a vacuum and all), to truly become whole. To truly become.

And that’s exactly when I find the number 5. Most commonly found in the most traditional way to draw a star—the pentagram.

Now 5 was a uniquely ugly number to me in this regard. I had already found such absolute harmony in the transition from 3 to 4. What it meant, what it was, the perfect and perfected symbol of the union between man and God, creator and creation—resounding all throughout time. But 5 was disordered. Unbalanced. It took too much and yet nothing at all. It had the perfect 3 but half of the complement 4, its most treasured creations. Every one of the four, but an isolated, estranged speck of the 3, that was supposed to be the foundation of their existence.

But no matter how I could shape it, no matter how I justified my dilution and atomization of the process of man to God, from God to man, in just two numbers and nothing more beyond them, I had to recognize the fifth point of the human body. The point from which all other points are subject to. The point in which all other points, all other points of the body both internal and external—four points of the world—mutually agree to manifest the reality we see in front of us—

Spirit.

The head.

Pointed upward, forever upward. Bestowed upon it the voice of heaven. That is received by Fire—Will. Generated by Air—Thought. Tempered by Emotion—Water. And finalized through Earth—Action.

All in a perfect, never-ending cycle to match the Will of the Heavens.

The will of God.

3 is the foundation. 4 is existence.

And 5 is life.