The Watcher

By Frater Valak

I stand at the centre of the Universe.
All is in motion as I fly without moving.
The spiral twisting through Eternity
As I watch.

Enter the darkness –
See what lies behind the veil.
Come enter my House;
Welcome to my world.
See the palace of smokey quartz,
Lean upon the rail of the veranda
And gaze upon the sun in the disatnce.
Rest your feet in the depths while
The weight of the babe
Is placed upon your shoulders.
I shall stand by as witness
As you perceive the image of
My creation.
Swim awhile with my friends
In the great ocean of blue hues
And glittering orange refracted sunlight.
Fly with me as I invoke
With Passion and Force
The method of life and death.
While I watch,
The stars form in their courses
The planets gain their meaning
A system is perceived
In perfect harmony.
I watch and learn my place
Within the scheme of the spiral.
My loneness is succored with
The discovery of myself.
Together is collaberated
The beauty of my system
and my sine –
Or is it the extension of my [shin]?
I take up my place
In the coach of Apollo
To fulfil myself in the force
Of my power.
With care I wend my way
To perfection.
For I behold in my grasp
The sacred graal
And have partaken of
Its foam.
From darkness rises a star,
Coalescing from my tongue
As I sing to the worlds
Of my vision.
I wield my hand like a mighty wand
Working my will and walking my way
Nowhere the need to macchinate –
My path is set in the arras of existence,
I, the embodiment of my Nuit,
I, the current of life and death,
I, the way.
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Virtue of manifestation attained.
The Universe creates itself –
The accomplishment of everything by
The doing of nothing.
My will is one with the ALL,
This Universe revolves around my spirit
To this end I have a thought.