He stands under a magical sky – blood red, steeped in foreboding
Ahead a translucent rainbow bridge, reflecting all the colours of creation,
Standing fragile … seemingly to shatter with his first foot fall
He feels the ominous silence fill his being with shivering expectation,
As infinite creation, with its expectations high … awaits his next move.
In that sky, he sees the addictive approach of the crossing …
And the life giver … she is not going to be alone for much longer,
Her twin will be seen in that sky; after the dawning of this new aeon
Ahead … too … he gazes into the compulsion of the blackening hole
It is then he realises … nothing will ever be the same.
He … just one of the many, must wander onwards across that bridge
Without looking back, without worrying for those he leaves behind
Into tomorrow he has to venture … into those precious skies
And … as above, so below, his physical manifestation must increase its vibration
For that must now be the way …
Surely now the silver ships, he knows are there, invisible to the physical man
Hidden on the periphery of the five senses …ready to act, ready to guide
And the folly of the guardian angels must go on
Though it embarrasses him to embrace the concept … he must …
For it entertains the physical curious ones, and goes some way to explain the phenomenon
That of which he is a part … but they, the physical ones … glean no recognition,
For he appears as they …amongst them.
But he thinks not like they … nor does his light shine like they,
For his vibration is higher … his perception alien to their assessment of the world around them
And soon it will be more so, when he crosses the rainbow bridge,
Into the energy fields beyond, where the shining ones await him.
Discarnate entities like he … who chose not to incarnate,
But aid from the higher realms … leading mankind ever upwards
The ‘angels’ who converse with he … using his mind’s voice to communicate
Of their presence … he is fully aware ….
Choosing to acknowledge his difference to man … by the practice of the mystical
As a Magus he is sometimes known …
His connections with angels and the hierarchy making his art that easier
And his accuracy that more than the norm …
Soon … more of the physical children will learn of his hidden face
For his crossing across the bridge will bring out the shining within him
So he cannot hide it anymore.
Thursday, 15 April 2004