To the Light of my Centre,
Four ways I may enter,
Inside there it is found,
"I" in "Me" and Crowned!
So really it is my Light,
No! I didn't say Second Sight,
The one that I cannot find,
It is deeper than my mind.
But when the Night is silent,
And my body is all spent,
A door will sometimes open in,
To the great wall beyond within.
A fantasy cannot compare,
My dreams would not dare,
Nothing but nothing comes close,
Not Demons, Goblins or a Ghost.
Paths unseen, not known,
A No-Thing Tree standing alone,
Roses red and a substance lost,
To the Snake that knows no cost.
Now listen to what I have to
say,
Always a fair price I'm asked to pay,
For what comes next some say is secret,
What a lie, said without regret!
This is the story that I saw,
Falling asleep reading the Law,
On a night of the new Moon,
Having gone into the deepest swoon.
It started with a distant
scream,
A blood curling Visions theme,
Of threats, torments, torturing,
Slaughter, sickness and suffering.
It was my lives passed and gone,
But still the memories would live on,
Of all the unmerciful things I had done,
And never the Secrets had I won.
A thousand cycles passed on
by,
Time and time again I'd die,
Always a Stone I would throw,
Ever a Star filled with woe.
Now at last to this life it
came,
The whirling Vision never the same,
Starting with a Palace so dark,
Sarcastic and cynical a cosmic lark.
Here I and many have a long
time stayed,
Like a poker hand played and played,
And most will spend it living on the Wheel,
To rot, stink, squirm and squeal.
Hold fast! for this much you
grasp,
But what comes next is hard to clasp,
I stayed at the dark Palace but away I went,
In two places my time was spent.
Light was before me, but made
me blind,
Life was behind me, a mystery I could not find,
Love to my right, yet I could not feel,
Liberty to my left, the concept made me reel!
Silence and Spirit was what I
learned,
Then this Light my Vision turned,
What say you might turn me around,
An Ordeal which death surrounds!
There were some Nobles who
gathered together,
Who swallowed poison to test the weather,
The Beggars yelled and the knives were drawn,
And searched for blood from dust to dawn.
More Nobles were slain or fallen,
Left was sweet, yet bitter pollen,
And still the Ordeal persisted,
With peril and terror I resisted.
The beacon of direction and
strength,
I travel East a vast length,
Alone and uncertain I fended,
From many dangers uncomprehended.
My Daemon awoke as never
before,
Across Hel and Haven we soared,
Inside I was emotion of love and hate,
Transformation; victory and jubilate.
From the East returned a new
found King,
Holding to reveal a wondrous thing,
It was the Law for Men and Gods,
Four fold eradication to all frauds.
Many battles were fought and
done,
But the greatest challenge not yet won,
The Masters of the Slaves still abounds,
Living a death that still confounds.
Astral light blinded and
swirled,
Left and Up was I hurled,
A message there I found,
Fantastic: Strange: Profound!
Reading from Right and Down,
Giving directions to the Crown,
Go to that desolate abode,
Follow that sick and twisted road.
The old man my friend, a King
was he,
Said I had finally come to Me!
The wall crumbled and is gone now,
Still not knowing why or how.
The Law was consumed in flame,
The time and place of terror came,
I shot forth a serpents blast,
And forgot that awful past.
I threw up my arms and cried
aloud,
Let maggots burn in fire from Hel,
Let all pay the toll for grace,
And spit upon that unholy face.
Let Sinners reward the Saints
again,
Let both dissolve in agonies pain,
Let "Because" not rise to see the sun,
Hail me rise, I am the One.
You may say the mystery made
me blind,
And say how wicked and unkind,
But to you I will not console,
Death will be my final toll.
I hate you all with my loving
heart,
Kill you all with a poisoned dart,
My luxury shall be your screams,
Eating your flesh in all my dreams.
The slaves shall serve in
their rank,
The fallen buried where they sank,
Every ungodly soul of man,
Shall never know the Point of Pan.
All is everything it cannot
be,
Nothing is the sliding key,
ABRAHADABRA three is nine,
Eleven fold and divine!
This is the light I shed,
To fill every fool with dread,
My folded story you now know,
A black, dead, decaying O!