Still a very indecisive time,
Nothing is clear,
The Sorcerer stands in the daunting mists
An ancient key resounds now along the cliffs
He recalls that vision ... the visit from the forgotten ones
His note resonating, part of the wondrous sound
The very wall a mighty musical key
Of which he is part.
He has been activated ... awakened ...
He reverberates through the mists of distractions
At the eleventh hour
Unsure ... but safe ...
HIs energetics resurging ... powerful as ever ...
Purpose translucent
The hidden chameleon
Within a form of the pauper
Few perceive what ... and who
But he knows ...
From a time where names had no purpose
He is but one of the multitude
Working as one together
Thinking as one sharing ...
Together they are appalled by this rat race
By the grip the black magi have on this realm.
He masters the darkness now
And stands firm amid the despair which is the poverty here
All things seems to go wrong
But he is the light bringer to this sorry world
And the more his vibration lifts ...
The more his key resonates ...
As his personal signature is the echelon of the human sound
HIgh vibrations which nobody can understand.
He stands firm
He knows the pathway will be revealed
For his sound creates a way throught he ancient hidden places
A road he walks ahead and beyond
Back to the realms beyond the known consciousness
Between the thoughts of here ... and way beyond the illusion
Beyond the hologram his thoughts venture
Towards the true home ...
His key is part of the burning host beyond the concepts of magic
Beyond white and black
Beyond division and beyond polarity
Within the stillness of the truth
There he waits
Nameless sorcerer
Part of a race this realm cannot remember
A key which the darkness cannot comprehend
He is invisible ...