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This work is called THE BOOK OF LOST DREAMS

THE BOOK OF LOST DREAMS is loosely based on the KABALAH, it has no characters at all but uses each sephiroth as a dream recalled.

THE BOOK OF LOST DREAMS

(PROLOGUE)

From a golden sun a light was shed... through time and space it alone had fled... It travelled far and it travelled wide... it turned it's wings and let the soul inside... From a golden planet out of a distant past... Through time and space a being was cast... It searched high and low... for a sacred dream in which it could grow... From a golden planet beyond the crystal sun... an energetic being created and the journey begun... Tis in neutrality neither one nor two.. a dream in it's desire to not be as others do... Many planets covered and many aeons known.. to be in it's identity and as self - existent grown... It knew itself and in the knowing made aware... of the breath of consciousness that is always there... Follow every path and every dream in it's detail... knowing the all in one in the finding of the Grail... Many dreams are expressed, as are the hopes and desires... A quest for knowledge that love alone inspires... A test of dreams to try a thousand fires.

(PRIMUS SOMNIUM)

After a sleep of centuries a being does awaken... and a consciousness will yet remember the journey that was taken.

Once more as I return to the earth... to suffer the trauma of a pragmatic birth... and can you tell me why? Once more from a non-being... through the gift of mortal seeing... what is in my brothers eye. Look at last I have arrived... to know am and that I have survived... and that never shall I die. As a form I am guaranteed... that life is like a little seed... as in the womb I lie. As I discard the tools of illusion... and so break through the confusion... reality is what I think I see. Whatever it is that I think I require... is as close as what I desire... I can do the things you want to be. As a seed upon the mortals hand... abundant love I can understand... in the breaking of reality. I as a human stand upon the earth... abundant life and all it is worth... on the base of the spiritual tree.

A seed inside the mind, a hand of eternal power, the human has the sight, to break through every tower. The earth has the knowledge, the balance and the key, the seed must be allowed to grow, for the hand is what you see.

I am but a survivor, no worries or even a desire, for after hardship and despair a family is what I require. As I rise above the obstacles of life and I have the courage to go on and on, to let me be compassionate so that the dream can be done.

I am the salt of the earth and form, dizzy heights are not for me, for a fighting spirit is in there to show me things I cannot see. Comfort and security are the words I live by, for in my heart I will experience that which within me does lie. Such pleasant distractions and never to rest on an emotional cause, for with an open heart and love how can I fight in humanities wars.

As I start from the lowest and reach for the highest high, I shall never lose the gift of hope which glows within my eye. And If armed with determination I climb the ladder of success, a world I know and share in the bounty that I bless. In the name of all my ancestors, I called although no ancestors came, as an investment for the future knowing that to be present is the rule of the game.

Open the portal of entry, as I come through the door, let me lay down the foundation of things that I have done before. As I follow the law of life through the realm of knowing, to be the one seed alone who in the soul is growing. Open the portal of plants and the gifts from Cere's horn, for the bull is of the world and onto the earth is born. Open the portal of gems all gathered from the grail, tis the gift of Libra in the balance of the scale. Open the portal of wisdom, that is there to be known, for the gift of Capricorn in the field of life is sown.

All the seeds are sprouting, all the roots displayed, a beauty on which the earth in a conscious fool is made. All the gems are glittering as they lay in the golden soil, they are so balanced as in the dream they coil. All the wisdom is flowing through the horns of a goat, to be a little piece of time in the dream that it wrote.

It is the ability to discriminate, and a sacred inner healing, to uncover all the mysteries that within are revealing. All my senses open up and so I then explore, to use my mortal limbs to open the hidden door, as I seek to know my soul for an eternity and more. It is the ability to be aware of things that the senses say, a physical body to be reborn in the process of self decay. The dream is but a reflection of that that lies within, as I tune into my senses and so the study can begin, that I lose so much that in the dream I can win.

The first dream is now known, a seed held and a garden grown. and then expressed in words sublime... The dreamer and the dream, are never what they seem. In the making of both space and time... The first of the living tree... the physical world it waits for me.

(SECUNDUS SOMNIUM)

I return once more, to the emotional shore, to open the second dream and it's eternal world explore.

Look at me as I am waxing... this use of energy is taxing... as it pulls me in it's tide. look now as I am waning... the gifts that I am gaining... are burning here inside. One moment I am so high... that I can touch the sacred sky... and it fills my heart with pride. Then do I come down... like a lost and tragic clown... to be led astray by the folly of the guide. In the naked sky she sits... maternal love is in her wits... as on her wings she does rise. She is the beauty of the night... clad in gowns of flowing white... that her love will burn your eyes. She is not the true reality... but is a reflection of solar energy... as you are not your disguise. A secret she does have and hold... that in a dream will unfold... to turn a fool into one so wise.

The moon reflected... a night so deep... The dream collected... and it's secret keep... The night vibrates...the moon just glows... to touch the fates... and the journey it undergoes. A feminine intuition and a dark worlds call, to know my truth in the breaking of the wall. The night is home the moon is my holy mother, yet I spend dreams in the world of another.

A touch of madness as the moon holds sway, so pale and wan that I cannot face the day, for the thing that draws me is the thing to push me away, tis in the realm of night that all my games are set to play. There is but a ghost, caught in the truth of night, as a dead men calls to creatures out of sight, and a rattle of chains to say that we have the right, to dishonour our mortality and so prepare and immortal fight.

Oh so pale, and oh so cold, as a touch of death in a lifeless dream is told. And as I wake from a sleepless dream, being pushed and pulled to each extreme, to have my soul trapped in the moons silver beam. A thing hidden from conscious sight, this crazy world is in a bath of light. Look at the touch of mania as I twist and turn, as a fiery dream in my soul does continue to burn, a night so erotically exotic it's secret I long to learn. A touch so sacred and a burning kiss, in a nest of fools to find a state of bliss. The psyche is alive but full of bleeding holes, one dream enraptured to hold a thousand souls, as the night of moons fulfils all her many roles. Never have I known a beauty a time of unknown mind, a kiss of crystal night as I leave my soul behind.

Three maidens call and so I heed, the call of the night is all I need, for tis on the moon that my soul will feed.

The night is so clear, as all the fools are gathered here. Waiting to be aligned...The stars are so bright, shedding love and a touch of light. And the foolish one is blind...

Look at the lunar globe, in peace she does disrobe. To leave her soul behind... Behold a naked fool, has the knowledge and the tool. As on a rock he sits... In the shadow of a moon, on a tree a broken rune. That does wax and wane his wits.. He is the poet of love, both in out and up above. And tis love that he admits... As the sky does unfold, in ripples of silver and gold. A child waits to be born... A fool so aware, of a world that isn't there. Yet from the soul is torn... And something so precise, to heed the fools advice. To know the rose and thorn.

As my subconscious talks to me, and as I tune into another reality, the moon holds her gentle sway. For the thing that I desire, is to rest in the nightly fire, that takes me and leads me astray. The second dream is near to close, the mystic secrets of the mythic rose, as there is the truth on display. The emotional ebb and flow, in my psyche will always grow, and I am alive at the dawn of every day.

(TERTIUS SOMNIUM)

Messages coming thick and fast, every shape and kind, to ever rest unheeded and unknown in a restless mind.

I have come to be aware... of the solitude that is there...as I open another gate. I am both young and old... in the truth that I have been told... and in my dreams they must wait. But I know the answer lies... beyond my mortal eyes... in the creation of another state. And I do understand the need... of the power of the seed... and this consciousness that is my fate. The message alone does tell... of a heaven and a hell... that deep within me does lie. The message does unfold... in a splash of solid gold... as I open up my eye. Look at last do I really know... I am born and as one to grow... and on that growth rely. As the message is received... and the truth will be believed... that I am not born to simply die.

On the wind is borne a serpent breath, a world bridging rainbow and a dragon marks it's breath. Four crystal swords do then four rivers make, as in here a host of fools who in solitude will wake.

On the wind a message and the serpent is crystal clear, as a rainbow bridge and a golden dragon do appear. Four serpents calling in words so deep and profound, but look here a host of fools alone and eternally message bound.

Child of the Adam, child of the God. You are the sword as I am the rod. Child of the Eve, child of the female. You are the pentacle as I am the grail.

The message is sent out and I let my soul receive, tis in a host of words that I am bound to what I believe. A word, desire expressed, a dream not really known, a growing awareness of spirit which inside my soul is sown. Extraordinary possibilities in the greatness of my heart, as the courage lies within and to let the message start. And I am attentive to find the light within the dark, for the message will touch me and forever leave it's mark.

A gentle compassion and a need to feel, a triumph of the heart and a dream so real, caught by the message from mother natures wheel. Do I have the faith or am I but a fool, will all my ideas fail and am I wisdoms tool, and am I the intellect in the self righteous school. Both the circle and the cycle of reality and fate, are the balance of wisdom in another cosmic state, for the message of the truth I am longing to wait. It is a blinding intellect and a faith unsure, a knowledge of the truth that will be my cure, but tis the experience that will leave me pure.

I have a faith to do the work, and a hope beyond hope, on the charity of others to know that I can cope. As I contemplate the message and the truth it does reveal, the power of love is there and in silence it will heal. Such an enthusiasm of desire, of one to have no fear, as one eternal message to hit all those gathered here, to hit me with a clarity of a pool so crystal clear.

As I desire union to be one of three, I must not work by lust or by selfishness driven be. I must live in a house that is ever still, and know all the treasures in the employment of my skill, and to know I am a traveller up life�s eternal hill.

I drank of my beloved from the font of the soul, and there I found in love that the truth will take it's toll. I drank long and deep from the sacred well, behold a chasm opened and into it's eternal night I fell. I drink long and hearty from the font that is love, as I spread my wings and fly into the realms above.

Three veils I have before me, the first is of the temporal state, tis the natural veil as well as how it is I operate, then the sensitive veil, so thin, yet as one so great, to then rend all three on the journey of my fate. The third dreams message is one that I now hold, that I am the director of what I have been told.

(QUARTUS SOMNIUM)

Now the love is flowing and I finally know why, that the universe will kiss me and in her arms I will die.

A virgin calls and wants to shed... cosmic nuptials in a nuptial bed... in the palace of the bride and groom. I know the beauty of Sophia�s face... in truth do I then receive a grace... which instantly seals my doom. A garland and a basket weaved... to be and do what was believed... to seed a child in her womb. All the rituals are now complete... as a balance to be so sweet... and all the flowers are in bloom. A seed that in love I did sow... in a sacred place is set to grow... no more by the darkness confined. I shall break through the ground... bathed in the light which I have found... to be as one deaf, dumb and blind. Love touches me and I earnestly toil... to leave my home in the burning soil... to know the beauty of the world designed. To heed the place where knowledge lies... to see the soul without mortal eyes... truth is the gnosis that you yourself must find.

Open up my heart and my soul as well, in a touch of passion to break the spell, that has turned my heaven into a twisted hell. When a blind one can see the truth will then reveal, the power of the mind and the body it can heal, for I am but an axis of mother natures wheel. The pivot is in my heart and this is always on display, the balance is within as on my soul I pray, that I know the wisdom and the logos that it does convey. My soul does awaken, my body does unite, here I am a blind fool with the gift of second sight, my body is of the darkness but my soul is of the light.

My love and I shall sing a song without music or words, for in the uniting of two we fly like birds. A song so sacred, so pure, it is only heard when in love, as that which is below joins that which is above. The body of one, in the body of two is blending, and in a flash of light are eternal realms transcending. Half of me has wandered alone and so dismembered, till I am gathered by wisdom and in a dream remembered. Tis the child of our union who is the goal of it all, and so will light the passion in the glory of it all.

The child has the blessing and within each parent it does grow, tis life and love that in the logos will know what it wants to know.

A boundless beauty bound in a prison dark, the fire of passion will leave it's mark, as the child is nurtured in a crystal ark.

In seven houses I must live so that in the eighth I must reside, for on the bed of wisdom is the bridegroom and the bride. Seven doors are opened and it is in the eighth that I dwell, to know I am but a fool caught by wisdoms spell. Seven rays from a star becomes infinity known, seven stages of wisdom and in light the eighth is grown.

Seven metals doth wisdom take... an immortal mortal than to make... to be alive and then to wake. Seven gems does wisdom blend... in an eternal diamond to suspend... to know the power that the wisdom send. The white light that you see... is but a black light imprisoned be... illumine both in their eternal reality. Open the white pearl and see it's grace... for beauty must also have an ugly face... and deep within it's cosmic threads to trace. Look a diamond body is set to unfold... in a skin of silver and wings of gold... to be the dream that one was told.

Let me be artistic and creatively aware, I am a warrior of love, in beauties arms to care. Love is but a mirror and I am it's reflection, a warrior of the truth to the goals of perfection. Let me tend the flame that so brightly burns, as a being I am known and in knowing love returns. After the flame has burnt it's way into my soul, as I seek and find a place where I can be in control.

Growth occurs and at last I am starting to rise, through a green and pleasant heart into the sacred skies. I taste the fire and feel it in my head, it pulses with passion in the things that I have said. It is a taste so clear but not yet believed, for in the death of one is the other conceived. I drink from my heart and so partake of things unseen, to turn a desolate waste into a land of flowing green.

(QUINTUS SOMNIUM)

A sacred harmony calls from within a glowing sun, as a being who is wise to how the harmony had begun.

Seven virgins so arrayed... a love of life so displayed... that I stood as one amazed. Each one came to bear a grail... as a reflection in every detail... as into it's realm I gazed. The harmony of music plays... the very truth that it obeys... in a dream shall it be praised. Look a work of wisdom is made... to know the chalice and the blade... that in my heart has blazed. Seven stairs each one with a gate... an awareness of another state... that for to long I had ignored. One came to bear the keys... as a reflection of all realities... which inside me are stored. Beyond the gates is the glass... that for secrets I must pass... so the realms can be explored. From a fall to a cosmic rise... to blend it all in mortal eyes... as on wings of truth I soared.

When I am in harmony, I can shine as a sun so bright, and I can live the body in it's garment of pure light. A fire burns in my soul and the great work has begun, for me to be in harmony in the body of a crystal sun.

Seven virgins gather to search out a spouse, to know a great truth in the building of a house. Humans are raping nature and render her a useless form, all the mortals in disharmony must account for, and rise above the storm.

My right hand produced a loaf, that all humanity must partake, my left hand produced a grail that humanities thirst must slake. In the sleep of life there descends a sacred dream, from the central sun on it's eternal and potent beam.

A quest for wisdom has brought wisdom to me, and now I understand the truth of how it will be. I sought to counsel, to direct and then to guide, I discovered a strength that lives on inside. I knew of a knowledge beyond everything and all, a spiritual health that in silence will call. I learn a respect for life in all her forms and shapes, as the balance of truth and wisdom is imprinted on the landscapes.

In the glory of the sun my body will bow to change, and if I open up my eyes I will see a vision strange. Then I know it is love that I feel, that I am but a scar waiting to heal. The sky opens up and the light comes shining through, as here a mortal wakes to be the truth that humans do. As in love do I burn, then in joyous joy to return. The sun in my heart shines behind every cloud, and here I am the wise fool in the centre of the crowd. I centre and I lie, in a patch of clear blue sky. I am the fulcrum through which the planets spin, I am but a fountain of that which flows from within. I am the centre and I know, tis from my soul that I will grow.

Look at me, I am the fool and foolishly I must dance, to lead all mortal to know they must take a chance. My judge has been harsh in things the oracle cannot see, tis but my consciousness that is talking back at me. Tis my soul body that here is laid aside, for I am both the groom as well as the bride. I am but a dancing fool upon a twisted blade, to know that I will trust to the creation I have made. No more do I hear the judge, the oracle can speak once more, for my conscience is clear and I am who I was before. The body in which I case my soul has moved and undergone a change, no more to be a mystery and no more a person strange.

I stand in the sun and I burn my desire, to be the very passion that is the spirit fire. I am being cleansed more to do in what I feel, as the scars of time in my body and soul will heal.

It is myself that I will uncover... to know I am the one true lover... and that never shall I be alone. I travel in and out of time... a victim of a victimless crime... that I myself have consciously sown. I shall open up my sacred heart... and therein let the journey start... so that I can travel in every zone. Tis life manifesting in a soul... to aim for the truth of a goal... wherever that goal may lie. To do what I shall appear to be... that I am only that which I can see... and on the soul of joy I fly.

(SEXTUS SOMNIUM)

Look as I break the veil with consummate art and skill, to know that with the power I can do what I will.

It is with a sense of power... that I gain the crystal tower... broken, but then re-erected. No weapons have I to arm... but the power of love to charm... the body of strength to be resurrected. I am a warrior of a warrior creed... and I can be just the thing I need... for what I seek is all protected. Here I shall part the veil... to find therein the holy grail... as in my heart and soul it is collected. The power of will returns... as in my heart it burns... and it will not set me free. The armour that I wear... appears but is not there... tis but a shadow that you see. My sword it has no blade... but the truth on which it is made... is in the persona of my reality. And the arrow of my goal... is to be and do within my soul... that I can do and in doing be.

I live in a house of fools, that has no roof or doors, and laid to waste in passion to natures eternal laws, and to know I am a warrior in passions eternal cause. I shall here awaken powers within and make them without, freed from my desire but trapped within my doubt, of one eternal mystery to let the silence shout.

The power of my love... transforms me from below to above. Naked I am but to be... clothes are the trappings of reality. No armour but my word... I am my soul and it's beauty heard. No sword but my desire... to break and so release the fire. No shield but my ideas... as mortal to break immortal fears. A truth within me lies... an open heart in the eternal skies. A warrior of rainbow code... I am the vein in the mother lode, you are free to follow loves road. The power in my heart... fans the fire that within me does start. Naked I am yet so clear... to bind the reality gathered here. No armour but what I state... I am a disciple of the mistress of fate. No sword but my drive... in the very truth that keeps me alive. No shield but my dream... that will touch me and so be supreme. I know a truth beyond the beyond... the power of passion to know I will respond. I am a warrior of the rainbow creed... to know the silence I am but a seed, and I fulfil desire by fulfilling need.

I have a purpose and a power that is in my eternal stride, for I must not be a slave to the dictates of my pride, for I know the truth that is my silent guide, a prompting of desire that comes from one inside. I have a desire and intentions that are my eternal goal, for I must listen quietly to the lessons of my soul, for I am but a scattered one who desires to be whole, for in the re-uniting of truth I shall gain the self control.

It is the self within myself that must provide the key, for there is nothing without me that is part of my reality, for when I look at another tis me myself I see. It is in my power and my love that the physical is not needed, for there is nothing nowhere that I have not seeded, for as I look into my soul to know the message will be heeded.

I wish to do and be... the warrior that I see... I wish to be and do... a romantic warrior in love with you... I sleep with a naked sword... the purity is to be my reward... I love and yet not dare... to caress and show I care... I sigh alas and all forlorn... to know the rose it has a thorn... All alone shall I weep... a restless soul to be asleep... For magic do I cry... to be in love and in love to fly... If loneliness is to be my lot... to remember loves that I forgot.

I kneel before an altar a sword in my bloody hand, I offer my unworthy soul in the service of Gods command, that I shall have the courage to know and understand. I kneel before an altar and as one I offer praise, that I shall be a warrior and serve them all my days, to know I am but a fool to all their foolish ways. I kneel before an altar as one that has no power, for I am but a simpleton trapped in a knowing tower, yet here I will break so that I can scatter every flower. I Kneel before an altar to be the truth I know, that I am a warrior of love and that my love will grow, for as I am a fool to touch the fools with things they dare not show, look I am the warrior and in my love shall glow.

(SEPTIMUS SOMNIUM)

Here I am seeking mercy as I plead for life and soul, that within the temple of love I can be as one so whole.

I throw myself at mercies stool... to know I am but wisdoms fool... yet know that nothing is real. Must I question and then decide... that it is folly to follow my pride... to do and be the very thing I feel. I am not in prison I have no bars... yea though my psyche is covered in scars... that will take eternity to heal. On mercies bosom do then I lie... in living as one and so prepared to die... to weigh my truth and then the truth reveal. Tis loveliness that I decree... that I am but what I see... and yet seeing must leave me blind. I am at mercies beck and call... to know the throne and wall... are tools that I have designed. Must I question every reason... every mood and every season... that within my soul I find. Here I am but a crazy fool... to use the wisdom of the tool... that is in mercies hall confined.

I feel so far away and yet so very close, I seek the eternal draught that is my loves only dose, to know I am but a spot of dew glistening on a mystic rose. Let me seek compassion in the bosom of my lord, I seek the holy blade of loves eternal sword, that I am but a foolish fool for to long been ignored.

I know you better than I know myself to be, for when I look at you tis myself that I see, I am a soul of love and the compassion will set me free. Can you forgive me? have mercy on my soul, for what will break is the thing to make me whole, I shall take the potion of truth and then loose control.

I shall know you and see you without eyes, the grace and kindness that within me does rise. If I am irrationally rational and so insanely sane, here I shall break the heart and know full well my pain.

I accept the challenge I am prepared to die, for a touch of compassion that must let me fly. Such a deep set mystery is about to be revealed, as a soul breaks into mercy and the passion concealed. Peace is awakened and love abundantly flows, as mercy is delivered and in sacredness does grow.

So synchronisticly everything entwines, to look for mercy in a thousand signs. I conjure you and lo you appear, to be a holy lover and a loved one gathered here. I call out to you and you open the key, the power of the dream that will set me free. From mercies kiss I have been freed, to know who I am and that I will succeed.

From the ecstatic bliss... of the known loves abyss... the joy of being one... in the despair of oblivion...Hounded by mercies sword... I seek my loves reward... I am an enchanted fool... to let my wound to rule... The partner that I love... is the same as God above... Devotion I cannot share... to open up and lay my wound bare... But now with mercy I can do... to know my world and it's view.

Affectionate tenderness I now can easily sow, for with my compassion that the mercy will grow. The ethics I set in store follow my unwritten code, as everything I thought is about to explode. Previous desires now are nothing at all, for with my compassion into the psyche I will fall. The rules that I lived by can no longer be applied, as from mercies lips and heart is all grossness put aside. Something certain breaking into doubt, as passion grew alone and I became devout. The plans that I have made now lie in the dust, when in my compassion and in mercy do I trust.

I lay my soul at mercies door... I am to be but a fool once more... and fool I shall always be. I learn to know the compassion... that follows in it's fashion... as a blind fool I can see. I know my wound is opened wide... no longer afraid of what I hide... an open wound can soon devour me. I know my wound is here collected... opened to be seen and inspected... to therein provide the key. I lay my soul at mercies feet... to know a dream so discreet... to trust that the dream is my reality.

(OCTAVIUS SOMNIUM)

The dark night of the soul and the rainbow bridge does appear, to know the holy wisdom will break through the foolish fear.

How shall I communicate... the law of reality and fate... that has left me sorry and sore. I stand before a chasm wide... whose presence does multiply and then divide... till it is something else once more. How shall I now describe...the truth of every tribe... who has been in this state before. I stand before an eternal pit... full of the fire of passions wit... and so one runs up the score. No more is there a ghost... unknown traveller on an uncharted coast... an oasis in a cosmic drought. I turn my soul into the dust... a special draught that I am about trust... and so I question my doubt. I hear every kind of pain... to live and die is not in vain... I shall be as one devout. The beast shall not break me... but serve as one to wake me... to be within what I can be without.

Let me embrace the passion of the eternal abyss, a fool to trust himself to it and the rapturous bliss. Myriad sparks are expressed and then caught in physical form, for one like me to know that I can be above the storm. I shall gather all the sparks and turn them into a fire, till they learn the passion that is unknowable desire. Let me engage the light that around you is aglow, a fool to trust himself and in trusting I will grow. I am here to release the ever present spark, so that we can break the torture of the dark. I desire no more my friend than but to set you free, I will help you face the shadow of your own reality.

The shadow will seduce me and slowly I shall unfold, to be a touch of illusion in the secrets I have been told. A furtive glance, a knowing eye, an eternal dream that here shall clarify. I can feel you so close as I breath so am I in you, for you will touch me and show me things that mortals do. A furtive look, a captured glance, a dream remembered and so lead to dance. I sense your casual mockery your parody of my despair, for tis in the throes of passion that God and love we share. A furtive look, a secret gaze, a dream desired that will forever blaze.

You will tell me and so I learn, the power of the shadow is set to return. I shall tell you and then I desire, to be but a fool in the quenching of the fire. I and you are here and each the other does trust, as a sacred dream becomes a victim of lust. The passion must enthrall us provide us of our drive, that we are both fools struggling to survive. The passion must release that which was denied, no longer to be fool and in foolishness hide.

A narcisistic need, a vanity explored, the mirror of the self to long ignored, I am passions fool seeking loves reward. In the truth that I possess... An exposure of truth, an exposure of soul, a passion to fire me and make me whole, for I seek a dream whose path is my goal. Accepting awareness.

One looking at one then becoming twain, for what one may lose the other will gain, both to touch the truth and never to complain. But the spark it will confess.

The spark is to the shadow as the shadow is to the spark, I am but a desperate fool wandering alone in the dark. A social taboo is breached a beauty within discovered, to suffer an eternity of bliss so the truth can be recovered. Tis but your self I wish to see, and you alone must express, the joy that I can offer in such a sweet caress. I wish you to be yourself speak and I will be your words, as we cross the abyss on the wings of mystical birds. The rainbow bridge is before me and it bears me oh so swift, to know I am but a fool and as a fool I receive wisdoms gift. I know so much about life how one is born and set to die, for I touch the mother/wife and in her sweet arms to lie. The bounty of the earth that I learn to clarify.

(NONUS SOMNIUM)

Know the truth of silence and the secret will be revealed, as I increase the knowledge that within me is concealed.

I seek an inner knowing... that inside the fool is growing... and I cannot do as I became. With knowledge I shall play... with gold and silver on display... in two dreams that I am never the same. So let me enjoy and so delight... in the power of the sacred sight... that is all a part of the game. In a feverish frenzy of desire... to play in and drink the fire... that is in the revealing of the name. As my understanding is transformed... a cold soul by love is warmed... and there the flame ignites a dream. I seek two to become as one... in the birth of a dying sun... that lets us ride it's golden beam. A friend calls and makes me aware... of a longing that is beyond compare... that the power is not as it would seem. A friend will touch me and I will awake... in a fit less passion seem to shake... awareness of my knowledge of self esteem.

I search out a unity that is everywhere, I seek a beauty so rich and rare. I search out the all in one and the one in all, to find the greatest in the very small. I search out a unity of opposites reconciled, I seek a truth that in me is beguiled. I search out a dream that within me lies, I seek to know I am but a reflection in your eyes.

It can be so confusing... in a world of ones own choosing... was I chosen or did it choose me. It can be so frightening... when in the thrall of the lightning... that the world is set to use me. Only one knows how to wake... the truth that therein make... of one to know and heed. A growing of the time... when alone I will climb... the path of the resurrected seed. My love and I co-create... a world of life and fate... as in the throes of love we move. We will share a sense of power... that moves and grows every hour... the energy we will prove.

I met an angel who touched my soul, and took a broken dream and in love make me whole. I met an angel who kissed the dying one, to take my worthless life in the birth of a dying sun. Two guides I have beside me and with both do I dance, to know I am but a fool and that I must take a chance. Two guides I have before me and they will lead me to be whole, as the three become one in the visions of my soul.

I am of my centre, and centred I shall be, not even aware of the fools who play on my periphery, for the very thing I feel is the thing that I must be. I know not where I go to, or even what I may find, for whatever I approach is so soon left behind, to know I am but a dream whose consciousness is blind. The path that I carve has not been done before, the senses call to me from beyond the mortal door, as I shall live in all of everything and more.

Why must it be so painful in the wish to break away, to know I am but a fool and foolishly do I sway. But a magic ship will carry me and in mother shall I drown, for the thing to rise me up is the thing to pull me down. I desire not to be an idol in the eyes of a mindless fool, as now I must break through and so appear to be cruel. I cannot by desire of carnality take another to my soul, and in that I be free to the passion that makes me whole.

All the knowledge that I have obtained, in one ethereal form is to be contained, yet it cannot be felt or even less explained, a union within myself is the truth that I have gained. I shall follow the directive that is both within and without, not knowing who I am but being caught by anguish and doubt, for how can one convey the things they know not about, that I am but a desert where a little seed will sprout. I seek the presence of the Lady of the Lake, who will share the dream and in my body wake, as the two of us together shall with love a child make, to trust I am not a fool in the shadow of the snake. Knight and lover and priest, partake of a feast, knowing more to know the least.

(DECIMUS SOMNIUM)

Grant me the visionary wisdom to know I am but a holy fool, so that then I may acknowledge that I am wisdoms tool.

I open up my eyes and wake... in the dancing light I shake... as the wisdom unfolds at the door. The energy is transformed into light... that wisdom will provide the sight... that I am again that which I was before. As I dance on wisdoms grace... to show a beauty upon the face... and I break the mask I wore. Silence and occult secrets hidden... as I release things once forbidden... and the dream I will restore. I open up my soul and I am aware... of a mystical wisdom waiting there... and the truth that has been meant. A purpose and a hidden desire... to express the burning of the fire... and I am so aware of it's intent. As I realize the universal plan... and I turn towards the door with the talisman... that here is my spiritual nourishment. A dream that here is manifesting... and a truth that I am ingesting... then it serves as my imprisonment.

Imprisoned I am yet no more to be, for I break the walls that have captured me. Wisdom teaches me and I am ready to learn, it is a soul of reality that in my body must return. I am a prisoner of the gutter but I rise and take to wing, for wisdom will teach me and of wisdom I shall sing.

I wish I had a dream that I could express... that I can hold and so possess... but all my dreams elude me. I wish I had a more clearer goal... as the wisdom floods my mortal soul... to know my world does not include me.

Look into the eyes of an artist and you will see a heart of pain, to know the whole world in a flurry of activity and the solitude to obtain, for how can one express a dream that is almost impossible to explain. Look into the soul of an artist and you will see a dream unfold, to trace the joy of reality and in it's form a heart to hold, for how can a desire be replied when tis all in silver and gold. Look into the heart of an artist such colour and beauty you will see, a touch of a hidden dream that emerges from a social reality, for the heart of a dreamer and artist reflects the truth we dare to be. Look into the whole of the artist and you will see a world of desire, the gift of one to be aware and in that awareness to then inspire, how do you convey the image of a hell and a heavenly singing choir.

A pallet of fire on a board of dreams, a non-existent picture that goes to both extremes. A converging myth painted by an enlightened soul, the gracious wisdom that of itself can control. A pallet of fire on a board of sleep, a dark and light expression that will it's vigil keep. A union of animal and a human form, a delicious sensuality both cold and warm. A pallet of fire on a board of soul, a hellish angel in wisdom to take it's toll. A union of all the sacred and the profane, a touch of a dream that will drive you insane. A pallet of fire on a board of wisdoms tool, to touch a dream in the path of a fool. A union of nothing everything and more, the artist will express what dreamers hunger for.

Truth wears no mask, wisdom has no shrine, all that's needed is to ask, and the clarity to define... It bows not at any altar of man, seeks neither time nor place, it is in the power of the artisan, and you must heed the message it will trace... The mystery of the night, in the form of twisting shapes, in a rose I shall ignite, the juice of budding grapes... I drink the holy wine, I eat the bread of love, I am in the call of my own design, as below then so above... Two wisdoms have I, one at my feet and one at my head, and I will so decry, things that cannot be said.

From a blindness wisdoms light will let me see, that I am a truth in the reflection of a reality. From natures realm I have received a gracious gift, that my soul is as clear as my heart is flowing swift. No more a darkness the light it is penetrating, as now I am aware of the world I am creating. Nature opens doors and the beauty I will behold, a subdued desire to release the story I was told.

(UNDECIMUS SOMNIUM)

Another dark night of the soul, another abyss is in my view, to open the mystery of a dream, into an abyss so long taboo.

Such a raging passion... whose form I have to ration... lest it eat into my soul. A feeling of unexpressed desire... that I am water on holy fire... and of my senses take full control. I await for the approaching dawn... in whose love I shall be born... and the dying will make me whole. In time the love will be expressed... then the union will so be blessed... and each to the other will console. A passion so solid and so deep... twists and tortures me as I sleep... as the dreams unfold in careless display. A desire to be in loving held... and in the joy of one to meld... the forms that in beauty I obey. To quench the push and the pull... I am empty then I am full... that the dreams will take my heart away. The abyss holds and gladly I let go... to release the pain and let it flow... that will take me as it may.

Watch me as I twist, into shapes of non-realities that I know cannot exist. Watch me in the passage of the hunt, to know as clear thoughts that have been back to front. Watch as two doors emerge, and on a broken body of a soul that will satisfy an inner urge. Watch the call of the spectral hound, it echoes in a torrent of vision, taste and sound. Watch as the deception is conceived, as the abyss flows into a dream that is so soon believed.

As many paths are chosen as there are people to choose, what one soul may win another one may lose. As many doors are opened as there is the gift of choice, as the song of eternity calls out will you heed the inner voice. As many fools are encountered and as many wise ones met, but a foolish wise will remember what a wise fool can forget. A cry of such desire to recall the twist of fate, for what belittles one will make another great.

I have the Grail and the Ark... in silence they leave their mark... I see my name on a block of stone. As every soul is gathered and together they are brought alone. The dreams have all been scattered. The stone it is to be collected and on the path of reality battered. I have the Ark and the Grail... I am myself in every lurid detail... I let go of the prison where I had died. As every cell is ignited and in one dream to be personified. I open a door to the future past. To know I am but a reflection of the truth in which I have been cast.

The law of the lore, the window and the door, in a revolutionary mind and consciousness are we ready to explore. The sole of the soul, will know and take it's toll, to bring all the broken ones and in beauty make them whole. The son of the sun, has both lost and won, to know the eternal daughter in the service of the one. As the red is to be read, to know what can be said, for the one to arrive behind is the one to leave ahead.

I have called on places past, I have called on messages deep, I shall attain to the power of the dream that lies asleep. I shall call upon the flowers, I shall call upon the birds, I will release a torrent of fire in a symphony of silent words. I have called upon the fish, I have called upon the beast, I shall see the holy union between the pagan and the priest. I shall rise into the dawn, I shall rise into the sky, I shall rise on crystal wings and in a beauty I will fly. I have risen from the soil, I have risen from the pain, I have raised all my spirits, and no more tormented again.

Listen to mother nature and she will provide, look for her occult clues hidden away inside. Listen to the earth and let her beauty unfold, follow the messages that in silence you have been told. Listen to your body and you will never know defeat, look for the occult power so sublime and so discreet. Listen to your body, your inner sense and mind, follow the message that in your soul you will find.

I cross another abyss in the chasm of the body and the mind, to trust I am but a fool in the truth I have designed, For I can hear the silence and as a sighted one no longer blind. I cross another dream and reality takes it's hold, to know I am but a fool and all the wise things I have been told, for dreams, reality and love shall each into the other fold.

(DUODECIMUS SOMNIUM)

Changes are happening, changes in my myth and my reality, changes that I better heed, and changes for the world we cannot see.

A purpose and a drive... shall keep my soul alive... as the changes all take place. Increasing wisdoms flow... I am far more than I can know... and I join the human race. The universal form is planned... and it rests on the mortals hand... and in the psyche does it trace. As changes manifest both in and out... breaking fear through breaking doubt... as consciousness I embrace. A cross will be bent and broken...in the silence that was spoken... in words that are never conceived. As the world in all forms breaks... a spiritual consciousness wakes... so that the dream can be believed. As all the images are slowly falling... to the darkness the fools are crawling... and the soul is waiting to be cleaved. As all the elements are slowly fading... the teacher of the mysteries invading... that the soul of a dreamer weaved.

The marks that I wear will never be the same, the signs and symbols I share I consume to the flame, in the breaking of nation and the truth that I proclaim. The clothes that I wear I can wear no more, the thoughts and dreams I share I have shared so many times before, in the breaking of religion and the recalling of the lore.

Flow the water of life let the fire of soul burn, for down the stream eternal I am waiting to return. I hand fast to a loved one and they in turn to me, to share a mystic truth of that both of us can see. Flow the innocent sky clad and the old ones will call, to break the dreamers hold on the sacrifical wall. The earth mother comes with her ball of loam and soil, she places it in a cauldron and she will watch it boil. The hearth flame approaches and produced a coal of fire, it is the power of the dream that is in the mortal desire. Then the wind father comes and he breathes ever so mild, as the air circulates inside the growing child. The water maiden approaches and has seven of her tears, as the water healed the earth to the beauty that she appears. But it was the magic that alone did provide the spark, that all the elements combine and then leave their mark.

Draw down the energy of love and compassion, if you are confused then do not be a slave to fashion. All is in motion in a constant ebb and flow, as one energy dies another one is ready to grow. The plan is so easy to follow just listen and you will heed, you must live with natures blessing in the bounty of the seed. The transformation is in situ, the changes are soon to be completed, you and I are boundless warriors and we can never be defeated.

From outside the universe a lonely voice will call, and give you a message to break down the wall. A wall you have erected around as in a cage, as you twist and turn in fit less rage. Rage no more my friend you are my gift of love, you will touch the below with the joy that comes from above. Above and beyond you, you shall ever be free, to move with the changes that are in your reality.

But the changes are all words and the words so silent fell, as an open message of love is turned into a twisted hell. The intention must be pure, the words honest and caring, you are a bounteous garden whose gifts we have been sharing, for I will tell you my friend you are more than what you are wearing. A thousand passengers have come to join the parade, the changes all arise from the chalice and the blade. A mystic realm will call you in changes subtle and discreet, to impose both order and design is to show of ones deceit, tis in the chaos of subtleties that in a dream will be complete.

I am responsible for what I do, I am responsible for what I say, you and I will take control before our love is on display. Attune the outer to the inner and then the inner to be exposed, as a beauty of silent change is in the joy of life composed. The solutions always lies within you cannot find them without, for as you are held by fear so are you also held by doubt, you and I are an oasis of love in the midst of a subconscious drought.

(TRES DECIMUS SOMNIUM)

The unity of the union and the truth of the quest, I as a dreamer will now complete both the task and the test.

Be a human being, doing... in the joy of love pursuing... in a boundless self creation. A truth that we are winning... as an end to the beginning... to break the hold of nation. Spiritual energy is multiplied... to achieve desires hidden inside... and we all know the revelation. A message of one or two... to know the power that is due... it's all part of the inspiration. Look for milestones along the way... learn the truth that they convey... you are more than the words will ever be. Many souls are beacons of light... to see without the gift of sight... that truth is but a part of the reality. Listen to the orchestra of sound and shade... then share the glory that the dances made... that you and I are connected to see. A sacred dream in a boundless heart... that flows and swims in every chart... to then trust to every single devotee.

Face your fears, oh frightened one... Face your truth, oh enlightened one... So much is around you if you but look, you are but a speck of time in the universal book. Face your fears, oh benighted one... Face your truth, oh delighted one. Love is pulsing into you peace below and around, the spirit lives within you but can your truth be found. Face your fear, you are the invited one... Face your truth, for you are the united one.

Tis as the fool that you will know them, and a wise one will dignify, that the chosen one will appear to you and in the bosom of reality will you crucify. In a tirade you shall flood them as wise words on deaf ears fall, for tis only in the silent earth that you will hear the mystics call. In an avalanche you will smother them because they are to blind to hear, for a wise fool will touch them and break their silent fear.

The fool will lead the wise one so that the beauty is to be displayed, for a wise fool will tell you, you are attracted to the very thing you are afraid. The world will end and the press will be there, they will take the truth and bleed it bare, a direct live coverage of the chaos everywhere, they will show you things without worry or a care. The world will end in a mountain of waste, when a flower loses life and life loses it's taste, and all the world is caught in a web of heedless haste, the media will be there as lies in life are traced.

The world will end and so life will fade, but with the love in your heart you can never be afraid, as the moguls of the press will learn the truth to be displayed, the media will be there to know the trouble they have made.

You are all children being born again, you are a child to be free again, And as a child please be aware that as a child you and I will play again. I am all the children living in love again, I am the child who can see again, and as a child I shall heed and know that as a child I can use the key again. We are all children to be parents again, we are the children as we agree again, and it is a child that our family is within that as a child I and you are we again.

Everybody who is a child at heart... will survive when the changes start... Everybody who has a loving soul... will know the power of self control... Everybody who loves and treasures the earth... will be reborn for all that their worth... But all those people who hate and despise... will be overcome by natures cries... And all those people who love to hate... will all be burned by the wheels of fate... All those people who seek to destroy... will be taken by the tools they employ... It is childlike to the beauty we return... as innocently we never stop to learn... Childlike let us raise our voice in love... as then the below becomes the above... Childlike let us look around and admire... a simple truth is the truth we require.

I have been transformed but so has the earth and sky, everybody here has changed but the fools cannot see why, if you wish to know the love of life look into another�s eye. I have gone through changes, we have climbed the tree everybody has changed to do the truth they want to be, for how can I tell them that freedom lies in being free.

THE END

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