October 11, 1285

October 11th. 284th Day of the year subliminally celebrated by celestial beings throughout hitory.

This is the month we conjure spirits of the four corners, the watchers of time and space.

And today on our lunar quest to find solitude in our spirits. As we sesrch for hope and wait for the ancient beings to once again grace us with their presence.

Hail, oh stars of night carry thy messages to the galaxies of old. Heed my calls to the alliance of multiverses and binary stars.

On bended knees I whisper thoughts into cosmic winds soaring beneath the sunlight. And bare witness to her light, in luminous armor beholding grace within its divinty.

Asking myself in the mirrors of third eye halls of dust encrypted Scripture scribed in glass.

Take not the light for granted.

take not the darkness to heart.

live long the souls of masters.

so told the breathe of old.

LKCP2KXIII

Distillation

I like to stroke your ego as you take a stroll through my psuedo narrow mindedness.
As you blindly express, I openly gain insights to a restless mind without thoughts...only vision.
Greeting Abramelin on astral planes, trading Enochian knowledge for Vedic suttras, while time stands still I become transparent ...
Eyes wide shut your presence is still visible in the muderous gaze of a madman, watching Sufi's piercing skin sacred acts of devotion.
As if we stand All seeing I drift into abyss of three time sphears in fluid states...and why now are we so based on assumption.
By now we should have evolutionary risen above self seperating dualistic nature to reclamation of supreme soul.
And it is still true the self is you,
And it is still true the self is I,
And it still holds true the self is We.
Releasing the veils shadow...embracing the ultimate conceptions passing through Womb of the minds eye...silver umbilical.

LKCP2KXIII