Search A Light In The Darkness

Saturday 4 November 2006

Omnipresent Adventurer

He grasps the crystal fragment, a close friend
An ancient form ... a hologram of the universal consciousness
He has awareness now ... again ...
Hearing the liquid voice within ... deep inside ...
Attuned to him ... part of his mind links to his friend
And sees ...

The cavern
Crystal waters ... cool ... crashing down the walls
A hint of green ... emerald green
Foliage ... behind which hidden
A doorway ... a passageway cast in darkness
Hidden ... concealed by magick
Vibrating swiftly too swiftly for most
But he sees since his mind matches the crystal
He moves through swiftly
Like the breeze within these netherworlds
He flows with fluid precision
Towards the human defile ... evidence of civilisation
From long ago ...
A place of symbols ... and statues ... and technology ...
He becomes a bubble of gas ... merging with the air ...
Fluid motion ... seeking the tiny cracks in the impenetrable wall
The stone door shut tight ... precise construction in ages past
He has not the understanding to open ....
Instead he flows with ease through a splinter in the frame
Beyond into an empty chamber ...
Two giant statues guard this place
With mind awareness of the crystal he gazes to the ceiling
And sees a tapestry in stone of constellations ...
Lit by an unknown source for eternity ...
His awareness spies two glittering gems ...
With the whim of a thought he presses stars
And watches a compartment slide silently ....
Once more as the air he floats through before it closes once more ....
Here he adopts human form
A young child ... a skinny youth ...
With ease he slides upwards through a chimney like passage ...
Until he resumes again the essence of air
Another panel ... hieroglyphic like images ...
But ... of a construction of a much earlier time ...
Again ... he finds a minuscule space through which to float ...
Passage through into a mighty chamber ...
With stone doors in every direction made for giant beings
Mighty tablets of stone ... altars and tables fill this mighty tomb ...
Here ... he sits ... and waits ... but he knows not what he is waiting for ....
Presently he spies a silvery orb approaching from the ceiling above
He realises then the ceiling in perhaps the night sky
Jet black and impenetrable ...
The orb looms closer and closer ... growing in size
A vessel of flight ... a spinning orb ...
Of gigantean size hovers above him
Yet how ... for he is invisible ... devoid of form
Merely a thought attached to his distant human mind ...


Child ...
Ye are omnipresent
Present in infinite places
Because ye are here with just a thought
Extending thy imagination
Does not make it any less than real

Child
Of ye we are aware
Ye occupy our space and our time ...
We welcome ye
We compel ye to spend time amongst us
For mutually we have so much to learn ...

Child
Thy will fail to comprehend
But ye already realise
Thy earth is but a dream
Here is the same
Another level in the confusion
And we like ye seek harmony
We venture in search of a realm free from polarity
The essence of the true consciousness we are seeking
Ye too are the same

Child
Know there is a rule created in this existence
All similar thoughts are in attraction
Thus it is we have met
And through thoughts ... and thinking
Can work in unison
For the common good ....
Because ... in truth we are all the same ... that is the way of true harmony ...