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“ABRACADABRA. By abracadabra we signify an infinite number of things.‘Tis the answer to What? and How? and Why? And Whence? and Whither?—a word whereby The Truth (with the comfort it brings) Is open to all who ***** in night, Crying for Wisdom’s holy light. Whether the word is a verb or a noun Is knowledge beyond my reach.” The time for waking up has come; every second of the day is the first time I have opened my eyes and arise from a deep sleep. There is always a vibration that exists in the stillness. The plants know it well. The ancient and known is new; it is spagyric and transmogrified. We are, collectively, individual worlds inside our own selves. I am one and We are One- one Nexus, one Soul, one Universe existing now, together inside of our own separate forms. It is the precipice. The moment is arriving for what we know not; We know the time is calescent- the time is now and the time is coming. The calling is urgent and it is eternal. The triangle rings music in my ears. The time for waking up has come. –Jesse Haydn
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 1:33 PM UTC
Somnambulism
“ABRACADABRA. By abracadabra we signify an infinite number of things.‘Tis the answer to What? and How? and Why? And Whence? and Whither?—a word whereby The Truth (with the comfort it brings) Is open to all who ***** in night, Crying for Wisdom’s holy light. Whether the word is a verb or a noun Is knowledge beyond my reach.” The time for waking up has come; every second of the day is the first time I have opened my eyes and arise from a deep sleep. There is always a vibration that exists in the stillness. The plants know it well. The ancient and known is new; it is spagyric and transmogrified. We are, collectively, individual worlds inside our own selves. I am one and We are One- one Nexus, one Soul, one Universe existing now, together inside of our own separate forms. It is the precipice. The moment is arriving for what we know not; We know the time is calescent- the time is now and the time is coming. The calling is urgent and it is eternal. The triangle rings music in my ears. The time for waking up has come. –Jesse Haydn
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 1:33 PM UTC
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