Under the light of the dying sun,
Before the rising of the horned moon
Enter the visionary ... ancient scribe
Earth walker through numerous mortal lives
Sensing the itching of a web,
the concrete on his face.
Turning to face the mirror
Scrying as ancient artist
Defining the circle and summoning one to answer ...
His mortal body the conduit
A form of earth to raise the fire and share communion with the ancestors
As his druid discipline demands
Later beneath the horned moon
Upon a silvery landscape
Surrounded by the silent stones
Star gazing ... experiencing the consciousness expansion
Aware of the energy spirals of white and black
The dragon lines of the land that eternally ebb and flow
Hands raised
He defies the children of the shadow
He is master to them
He summons the WORD and demands the glamours to abate
He has transcended fear and understands the laws of the universal law
He is connected to all things by the eternal web and has the right to create and destroy at will within his own reality
A reality which merges and absorbs all others
In his the hold of the shadow is over
He can move on ...
Later he watches as his summoning resonates around the sacred stones
His energy of power awakening the shackled earth force
He smiles as he hears its audible resonance ... a familiar sound
A visible light form spins round and round ... moving faster and faster and faster
Changing the vibration within the summoned perimeter
Including he the master ... the mage ... the visionary ... the merlin ... the human
And the world on the outside fades as the sacred space acts as an elevator
A merkabah in which he can visit strange and wondrous vibrations
An immortal right granted to the mortal form who is immortal within
The ritual perfect and pure
The machinery of light springing to life as a well oiled cog in a wheel
A waiting muscle now being flexed ... again ...
And the visionary ...
He leaves the world of his current time line
And crosses the threshold ... the horizon of space
Seeing beyond the illusion
Viewing the wider picture
Watching thus the game of life on earth and its interactions of which he plays his part
As the angel he looks down on man and observes the lifting of the veils
the time of light of which mankind is now unaware
A memory he will retain when the merkabah returns him
He understands the mechanism of the earth and the passage taken by the unified one of mankind
All is as it is meant to be
The harmonising of the two poles
The waiting of those who have moved on for those who plunge to rescue the shadow
The fallen ones they rescue ... who refuse to let mankind move on to their new forms
who are envious of mankind’s right to exist on higher vibrations ....
He understands and lets the vision fade
It is time then to permit the spiralling light to cease
To return the visionary back to his chosen time
But not before he glimpses his appearance on the other vibrations
His many other forms ...
He sees the multitude and understands
Existence is truly multi-dimensional
Made of pure light ... pure thought
Thoughts seek a consciousness
Thoughts remain eternal
Attracting like to like
Light bipolar ... interactions creating form
to explore each and every interaction
The high vibration slowing
His consciousness returning
Demanding the word to remain
The spell to break the glamours
May the word remain with him throughout his life on this time zone
And the word was ......
The power of the light over dark
Be the name and understand
For the word is god and god is the word
Be you and be god
God is within you and all things
Let this realisation break the shackles which create the shadows that bind the soul.
---Matthew James---
