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Poetry and Prose of the Atlantean Inner Circle

Poet or not - This is a place where those who are inclined to poetry or prose can post and share those inspired works with others.  Please take the time to share a poem, a quote, a story,  yours or another's, and/or simply read and enjoy the poetry, etc. posted here - kind comments appreciated.

For many years - Frater Steven Armstrong - encouraged members participating in his online classes - Rosicrucian Digest discussions - teleconferences - etc. to reflect on the study material and come up with an original poem to be shared sometime before the end of the session.  Possibly prior to that another Frater - Dan Reed - also dearly departed - came up with something he called The Atlantean Inner Circle - to gain entrance all one had to do was come up with an original poem or prose - and voila - you were in!!!

Please share an inspired work - poetry or prose - yours or another's - on this Rosicrucian Research Library page - the actual building was where Frater Steven served as Librarian for many years and where Frater Dan spent many an hour - and join the ranks of The Atlantean Inner Circle.

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    • Enjoyed! 

    • Thank you so much! :)

    • Thank you!

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    • Beautiful  " while fear becomes silenced" 🌹 

    • Thank you! 

    • 🙏🌹sounded like the beginning of a song and seemed to unravel its detail to conclusion when I read it☺️

      lovely visual for my experience. Thank you soror 

    • Thankfulness is reciprocated.  I've been told my writing sounds like lyrics, most often.  That's an honor to me.  Thank you!

  • Could I of been a polish Rosicrucian?... 😅🙏just a thought...

  • Caged heart:


    Narration by a young unamed girl (briefly highlighting they’re meeting) the main character met when he himself was a child at a group home.


    Autistic kid grows up in a rural town of Poland; in a family(underpaid engineer father; at home art teacher mother; and two younger brothers(the middle one being like Johnny depps crybaby with a twang of mafioso in a tough moral position; while the younger one spirals) scorn from poverty and the burden of their weird first born, they selfishly and unwittingly by the pressures, used fear and doubt to control him while trying to love him in a sociopathic dance of emotions. As he sees himself unique and longs for support in a more open and consistent manner, he never receives it but, by his ingenuity Gets clues on his developing mission on earth. Taking lessons from the scared kids around the shady and distraught places his parents would take him; and sometimes leave him. He aspires to be a philanthropist never realizing how much help he would increasingly need to open up as he passively disconnects; compensating with unwavering generosity as abusive victims tend. He self studies, solitarily, while attending many underprivileged private schools every few months like rotating prison guard; babysitter houses for the poor and wicked. Finds a friend that seems like him but, gets along better with people and is more respected only to be left aside by his friends blissful innocence, as his friend fled to popularity and his attention; he comes back later in a matured mindset to rekindle friendship and work together on passions as they (as the main character always believed) were both driven by similar passion in philanthropy. The scene is hardship and relentless optimism, though self denied struggle, through identity crises; emotional abuse; high intelligence with low common sense(high functioning autism) and addiction the whole way through. As he gets older a shady figure that has a grey, yet dark complexion, long coat and round hat; and/or was never in good light given where he’d appear, starts showing up in tense places and occasionally saying foreboding one-liners ambiguously directed. He starts praying at the church by his parents house every other Saturday, finds truth and comfort in obscure fraternity lodges that are strong professional, ideological and charitable networks but, are small and have forebodingly unresolved mysterious exclusivity. He realizes he has developed mental conditions by exacerbating them through the places he goes and people he meets that use him for their truths and purposes. He quits drugs (that will be very seldom mentioned til the point he quits) , rents an office in the square and offers youth counseling, when a girl that unspoken, but severely obvious and apparently emotional for both of them is his daughter, comes in and talks about her abusive mother that killed herself. He goes to the lodge to find someone in state government to track this girl and learn about her when he’s told he can’t use resources for “delusional fantasies” (because he never knew her and they’re strangers in the court) he try’s to pray at his church when he sees his mom sneaking out and bewilderingly confronts her, his father knocks him out with a piece of wood and he wakes up in the rain just outside the church doors. He walks up to the candles at the alter, then enrages and rebukes GOD in an attempt to defend his spirit of worthiness. Goes through a period of mourning before He starts sending money and flowers to his daughter that doesn’t know him, and decides he’ll always be alone. He rents a room at a boarding home And dies at 33 saving a woman from being mugged after coming out of the patent office late night researching a way to start a non profit for autistic children. As an adult he gains everything he has wanted and learns who he is even though he doubts himself. Never realizing he did it, all alone in the end.

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