One Individual Within It All
He sits below the mountain side ... on the plateau ... within the safety of the stones
Eyes closed ... circle within circle drawn .... invocation spoken
A light is descending within his consciousness ... a godly form arriving
All doubt banished prior to the intention ... daemons stand on the periphery
Watching his every move ... seeking weakness ...

The light descending ... brightness transcending the astral ... passing the horde
Becoming form ... advancing towards him ... manifested ...
Macrocosm balancing microcosm ... as he assumes the light of the shape shifter
His form changing then ... matching the frequency of that light

Faster and faster his heart beat ...
He assumes once more the role of mediator
As an essence from a far away dimension communes with his space ...

All becomes incandescence then ... as he finds himself devoid of physical form
A thought then in an infinite ocean of energy
He is akin to the consciousness which fuses with his then
Growing in confidence he sheds all memory of human
A skin vapourised by the transition ...

On a wave of realisation he becomes aware ... there is a tide and a flow
With its compulsion he finds direction
And heads across what he understands to be space
He wanders in search then of other galaxies

Other group soul clusters ... distant stars from his current bearing
For he is curious and here his curiosity has polarity
As light he travels ... towards his destination
His arrival he realises then ... for he knows the cluster which he now is within ...

Then ...

It fades ... it disappears ... he is spinning, spiralling
Into a vortex he knows only too well ... the funnel of incarnation
The thoughts of his physicalness return ... each and every one
He watches his course plotted through the soul mate clusters
He sees the orbs ... the physical stages ... the flotsam on the eternal sea
He recognises and realises the pattern to it all from the outside
Before he must once again go within and forget

Even his astral circle is gone ... his eyes are open wide
He is physical once more ... and all which had gone before is now a dream
Fading ... as he falls down the dimensions
His awareness the lowest now ... it is all forgotten ...

Monday, 13 June 2005


The Becoming
Enter The Shaman ... into the wooded vale ... one much like the others
His journey long ... and unrelenting ...

But then ... he spies the magpie then waiting ... piercing eyes .... bobbing tail
He knows it is the especial one ... by the glint in its eye
It wishes he to follow ... and then ... he hears a familiar voice in his mind ...

He knows for sure he’s recovered the trail once again
Absence from the known for so long ... to recover lost pieces
Snippets of what was in the void ... the realm where all the heart ache lies
Beyond the known into the place of the spiralling mirrors
Where the spectres lurk ... and madness is a certainty for even the bravest soul

He returns from there ... but without knowing what it is he sought
Without the realisation he carries now that what he went for
His quest that unknowable thing ... blind faith clinging like morning mist ...

The air is dank and cold ... winter caresses his bones ... he is weary
He watches the magpie with scepticism .... it appears like any other now
Seemingly unaware of the mortal beneath the bough on which it stands
But then .... he sees the shift in the spectrum of light
He feels an adjustment in consciousness ... familiar signs of magic

He knows for sure then ... as he is no longer in the mortal vale
He sees the sphere of blue bouncing ahead of him across lush meadows
Formless now ... he shifts his form to that of the magical realm
And the magpie becomes part of his light ....

The Shaman shifting then between worlds ... entering a forgotten realm
The boons which had prevented that transition now gone ...
Shackles crumbling to the floor ... his own magic alive
Feeling filled with the power of the elementals he forgets his mortal concerns

Shifting then to a perfect form within a bouncing sphere of his own
Watching the eternal sunlight through alien eyes
Merging like quicksilver into the consciousness of the elder race
Losing all the doubts and the misgivings the malevolent anvil had placed
Thinking then how much the human race has been controlled ...
How they are lost to the poisons of the shadow without even being aware ...

Then the concerns are lost ... as he remembers the harmony of eternity
How all is in perfect balance ... how all things are as they are meant to be
He is faerie then ... and he is one with the light within ...
Within the shining realm ... acting in a way his human consciousness fails to know
Being as that consciousness demands ... with no human emotion in the way

Free like the wind ... the moon ... the stars ... the sun ... the seas
Expressing that universal expression which is alive in that moment ...


A Lone Priest And The Hidden Chamber
Gripping the Ankh tightly ... before crossing over the threshold
Entering then the empty chamber in silence
With precision digits touch the hidden point in the wall
Descent into darkness ... along an endless maze of narrow corridors
Twists and turns into unrelenting emptiness ...

Heart pounding ... feet aching ...
Euphoria and adrenaline surges
An ominous feeling of presence pervades the senses
As perhaps a watcher has become aware ....

A flight of stairs ... another and then another
A corridor to the right and then to the left
A familiar pattern of direction even in the dark
A section of wall glowing ahead out of the black ...

A hint of incense in the air
Magic ... magic alive in the corridor
Latent energies from a ceremony of the past
Destination ... the place of intention

A forbidden room ... visited out of necessity
A clandestine venture for one
Statues of the gods stand at the doors
Fingers touch a depression in the leg of Thoth
An audible groaning then as the wall slides to the side

White light ... gravel on the floor
Heat ... murmurs of voices ahead

As he walks through the wall slides back in place
He consciously steadies his racing heart beat then
Lifting the Ankh from around his neck ...
He carefully places it in its place on the altar
Closing his eyes he drops to his knees
He grasps the word of evocation in his mind
And speaks the ancient words of command ... once then twice

Then walks ahead and picks up the lance of stone
Feeling the heat build and the dizziness begin
There is movement within him then ... and then he is at peace
Opening his eyes ... he sees the familiar corridor ahead

Slowly walking ... he centres his thoughts
And prepares for the meeting with what lies ahead ....

Written 13th June 2005

This post has been edited by Mr_Merlin: Jun 14 2005, 04:18 AM