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Ace of Pentacles ,
the macro and the micro .
Remember all the things
you have ever learned ,
then step onto the boat
with Skadi and her six swords .

The prophets all
are ascending to the sky .
Hope springs eternal in
children and the mad
and when frequency and vibration
become energy and light .

This island Earth
the turning of the years  ,
where the path always forward
is absolute devotion ,
while unseen on the Other Side  
a terrible storm approaches .
On Falcon's holy mountain ,
Thoth sunset burning compass .
The wind is full of secrets
and ancestors fly through the sky .

Not the place for vagrant thought
or dangerous contemplation ,
the valley mists with
holograms ,
while archetypes with hieroglyph converse .

Nothing is evermore or known
but a gentle shower of light
and the beauty of all numbers
as Time unveils the Night .
May there be a secret portal ,
old heartbeat of the earth ,
Dreamt Cupid stolen in his
sleep ,
by Darkness unobserved .

Coincidentia
oppositorum ,
Storm Angel and Wild Beast ,
Union of the Devouring Snake
and Lovers of the Chemical Feast .

When time has come full circle
and the tempest calls to
fly ,
we will meet in golden sunset ,
where our hearts are three ,
six , nine .
I feel them touching me
in my sleep .
That morning I spent as a servant .

They leave signs for me
on the road .
A person's name scribed
upside down ,
three times and in a row .

I feel them next to me
on my bed .
That morning I spent as a servant .

They reveal many things
in my dreams .
A story that was hidden ,
concealed ,
three times and in a row .
Twenty-four elders ,
seven chakra spirits ,
four beasts , now
the origins of carnal desire
and the Lake , of Glass .

The Key of David ,
controlled by spirit ,
is in the temple
of the pineal gland
and in union with holy
secret .

Subordinate to God's will ,
for thyne is the kingdom ,
thyroid and throat chakra --
the flaming sacred heart ,
triumphant in time and
tribulation .

The Witness and his
golden sword of fire ,
the Seat of the Soul
attacked and defended
from evil .
To Virtue , the final victory
is delivered ,
true love and the Seeds of
the Cosmos .
the body as  the Temple of Solomon
Forty-seven , silver moon eclipse ,
Fifty , tin , Jupiter announced
and seventy-nine golden dragons
of Beauty , Sound and Light .

The Logos dreams , and at
the farthest reaches of the universe ,
faint echoes of the first thought
shimmer and dance across the galaxies .

While in hallowed deep seclusion ,
the Magician divines his way ,
Valley of the Shadow of Self ,
transform base metal into
gold .
Like drops of water ,
drops of Time ,
a swirling aurora ,
we gather the signs .

Closer and closer
to rainbow bridge .
Closer and closer
who rides on the wind .
Wild is your matted hair ,
like red rose bush on
stark , desolate moor ,
you whisper my
name .

Dreams become
ghosts ,
a stream of conscious
crystal ,
they relinquish secrets
and we are everywhere
as one .

A thousand lives ,
radiant tapestry of
centuries,
perfect in Geometry
and where Aphrodite is
enthroned .

The moor stretches to
Infinity ,
lone eagle glides high above .
We commune in silence
as love transmutes to light .

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