Lucid

The Revelation of the son Christ

Folder: 
Poetry

The seventh level of the seventh dream

led me to the fourth realm

and in this realm I came upon the back of God

for I was not worth to see his holy face

and the light was so great

I had to close my eyes so as not to be blinded

and as I looked into nothingness

I felt the presence of the Christ as he touched

my shoulder and as he spoke

I became warm with rays of peace and tranquility

and of all things I was shown the mysteries of heaven

the knowledge of earth

and those from beyond the seventh gate

of the realm

beyond the milky way

wherein I saw our past present and future

and before the earth I was taken up held in the arms

of the masters

and given the key to knowledge of all things

in the glory of God and the son Christ

and the mother Heaven and God said let there be no

more secretes revealed unto you until the time of my return.

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Dreams in Black

Folder: 
Poetry

Running through the land that never sees the sun,
the great beyond, the place of the specter,
the sphere that revolves around stars...
burn in burn out the place where the ghosts dwell under the crying purple moon.

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The concept of perception

Was it all just an illusion; just a manifestation
of his fears? Was he awake or dreaming; real or imagined,
why could he not grasp his own sanity?

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Into the lucid

From somewhere beyond the borders that separate the two realms
voices whispered softly, crawling from the void like a serpent
into his mind, as he fought in vain to pull himself out; to wake up
from the lucid nightmare that hungered for his very soul;
the place that so many would never come back from.

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