THE BOOK OF TRUTH AND THE TEACHINGS OF OSIRIS ~ POEMS
ART : ‘Osiris’ ~ an original Painting of mine (only part of which is shown)
The Book Of Truth And The Teachings Of Osiris by H.C. Randall-Stevens (El Eros). The original editions of The Book Of Truth were first published in 1928 and 1929. The combined volume was published in 1976 and is still available.
The Book Of Truth deals with antediluvian as well as with ancient Egyptian theology. The book covers a wide field, and the Earth’s history and evolution is traced from its beginnings, and the civilisations of Lemuria and Atlantis are discussed with considerable clarity.
This book is dedicated by me, who am Osiris, unto the peoples dwelling incarnate upon the world called Earth, and in sending it unto you, my beloved children, I am obeying the command of my beloved father, who is :
Ptah, the El Daoud of Atlantis.
I STAND alone on the desert’s brink
With the sand around, and no water to drink.
Mine eyes are wont to fly to that shore
Where my Spirit wandered in days before
My body doth rest in a golden case,
A crown at my head, a shroud on my face.
But the day will dawn when the world shall see
The dead and the living together shall be.
Yea ! my Spirit shall even gaze on the face
That once did rule the Egyptian race,
And the smile on the face of the Sphinx will have told
The riddle it now doth begin to unfold.
March 28, 1925
THE sun blazed down on the desert sand
As the funeral cortege passed,
For death had placed her strangling hand
On the physical clay at last.
Not a tear was shed,
Not a heart-string bled,
For he was by the priesthood accursed,
But the Spirit filed with the solemn march ~
And entered the tomb’s dark arch.
They laid him down in a gilded case
And embalmed him from feet to face,
So the Spirit was chained for a space of time
With fetters it could not break.
Thus time ran on
And there came at last
A glimse of the light beyond,
And the Soul was made to understand
That its life on earth was past.
Thus when it had grasped the wondrous news
That its path lay open to choice,
It soared aloft to the realms of light,
And looked for a longed for Voice.
So passeth the story of one whose pomp
Had caused him to die of grief,
And the body was left to the physical earth
That had fostered its pagan belief.
April 22, 1925
The Kings of the Earth shall perish,
Their sceptres be broken in twain,
And the rocks that gave birth to their Nations
Shall be crumbled and shattered again.
For pomp and material splendour
When usurped by an ignorant few
Only leads to destruction and ruin
When you think what a lot they could do.
ART : ‘Scarab’
But contented they drink and they gamble
Never heeding the onslaught of time,
And they say in their bibulous ramble,
“Let us live all our lives till we die.”
But when left all alone with their conscience
Which haunts them by day and by night,
For a moment they see through the tangle
All the things they could help to put right.
But God in his infinite mercy
Hath afforded them time to repent.
If they knew that all Life was Eternal
Do you think they would still be content.
June 17th, 1925
‘TWAS a summer’s night
And the stars shone bright
As a fragrance rose from the sand,
And the eyes of the Sphinx began to blink
For he knew they would understand.
Then a cry awoke, with a piercing note
That was echoed through temple and vault.
“Will they never know that the seed they sow
Will mingle their tears with salt.
If they only knew Just a listening few
That the secrets I hold in my breast
Are the secrets of Life
And of love which are blest
By the eyes of the East and West.
But the day will dawn
On that fresh spring morn,
When the waiting world shall know
That those who aspire to God’s desire
Have paid all the debt they owe
June 17th, 1925
THERE’S an eye in the East,
There’s an eye in the West,
That watches eternally, taking no rest,
‘Tis a sign that to many rejoicing doth bring
‘Tis the sign of Almighty Jehovah our King.
He reigns on no throne exalted from all,
For He dwells in our midst and answers our call.
So trembling mortals unfasten your hold
On stories and writings the past doth unfold.
Our God dwells within us and we within Him
Come lift up your voices and loud anthems sing.
The sound of all music His spirit doth stir.
And ye who do seek Him by night round your hearth
Unburden your souls and merrily laugh.
‘Tis not with despondence and fear in the heart
That ye with the Spirit of God take your part
So if on your travels of search it doth seem
That ye scour all the heavens in vain for a gleam
Remember that time is as nought to the One
Who doth show us the path of true work to be done.
July 17, 1925
ART : Lucy Campbell
AND Pharaoh sat upon his throne,
The people thronged about,
When suddenly from far away
Came forth a deafening shout :
The Temple’s Veil was rent,
As rising from the Book of Stone
Came one from Heaven sent.
His glory flooded all around,
His voice was filled with love,
And from his lips a stream of
Purest crystal swept the ground.
Lo ! ‘twas the time when Egypt’s mighty nation
ruled the Earth
And Princes learnt to speak with those Divine from
My son, thou and thy priesthood were the last to
see my face,
For those who followed after were a cruel ignoble race.
So let your Seers who think they know the Secrets
of her Sand
Remember that I hold them in a very powerful
August 21st, 1925
WONDROUS Light, all lights excelling
Is the ray that from thee shines ;
Quickening all things by thee spoken
Into life that never dies.
We, Thy children humbly greet Thee
With a song of Love sublime,
For we know that what Thou wishes
Is a perfect faith divine.
Send Thy Light to darkest places,
Where no foot has ever trod ;
Grant us strength to help the helpless,
Strength to bring them nearer God.
So each morning as we waken
Guide our steps towards Thy throne,
Lest our day be overtaken
By the things of evil grown.
God the Father, God the Mother,
Son Celestial, Three in One,
Grant us strength to fight and conquer
Till we to Thy Kingdom come.
August 30, 1925
GREEN was the hue of the roof,
The pillars were short and square,
And a circle of stone in the floor
Sent perfumes which rose in the air.
And a voice there was heard in its midst
Which poured forth its clarion tones,
“Give glory and honour to him
Whom, humbly, we worship as King.”
And the light that went forth from His heart
Gave comfort and strength to the stark
And clothed them anew with the bliss
Which follows a heavenly kiss.
My children, keep steadfast your feet
And have none of those priests of ‘Men ~ Ra,
For remember their blasphemous cries
Are a scourge to Our God from afar.
In his goodness He tenderly pleads
And offers new light to their eyes,
But alas in their pomp and their pride
They see not His face by their side.
October 10, 1925
A PRAYER OF AKHNATON
O THOU Father of all light and love.
We thank Thee for Thy beneficient rays which
Thou dost pour upon us.
Thou dost manifest Thyself to us through the
life-giving rays of the Solar Disc.
Behold ! If Thou hidest Thy face, the heavens do
weep and let their tear drops fall upon the heads
O Atanu, Lord of the whole Universe, show the
light of Thy countenance unto us, that we may
have strength to sow Thy word and Thy truth
upon the face of the world.
When Thou risest up in the morning we are made
glad by Thy kisses, and when Thou goest down
in the evening we are left with thy wondrous
wisdom, yea, the warmth of Thy noonday kiss is
with us through the night, until Thou shalt call
unto us thy children, on the morrow.