My Psychopomps (Primordial) I approach heaven And all her mysteries, Like a human being Empty of mind, And an open hand That unfolded My existence, even Successfully proven That I am! Indeed, An open-ended sphere That speaks the future Back into the past. Now, I am ready For this magical journey! Bathed in the spirits Of love, light, life... My holy guardian angels Are present One is visible, The other invisible! My dodecagram is In my hand Like the living word, Incense ascends Like my prayers, The 23 is present Along with the maps. I, then enter My peace, closet To rest in An earth position, With archangels To come into My presence brightly With their holiness, To change, to shift, And to protect me... To mold my essence While they assumed A holy citadel of life. After, I awaken In the awareness Of my trance, I Open my eyes To my outer state To see and hear The various forms Of primordial wisdom, That is set free With respect To my living soul In spirit to move Throughout the universe! O! My birds cometh! ---/the Poet/10.22.14
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