Trinity

A Trilogy Of Visions

The Quadra

A Creation Myth

Nemesis

A Tale Of Beginnings

Liber Sigillum vel Daath

The Vision & The Void

Damiana Evohe

The Quadra

A Creation Myth

I

Lucis Ignis Dei The first echo arises, plucked from the void. A column of light illuminating the darkness of eternity with its plasma burst. Extends, diffuses into the shadows of eternal night. Unfolds its thoughts, creates reflections of itself. Stars bask within its supernal luminosity. It knows itself not, only its reflections cast shadows upon its countenance. Withdraws, contains itself, achieves critical mass, implodes. Shards of light travel outwards, fusing, melding and finally a cataclysm. Light manifests as energy, its matrix. Reverberates, creating heat, informing the cold, dark void of its presence, atoms dance within its thermal resonance. Fire arises, the light of consciousness, a whisper within a womb of light. Beholds itself, a shadow being of light emitting sparks, coruscating down bright corridors of becoming. Fuses with the immensity of the ocean and dreams of another. A means of definition, of differentiation. To create a matrix, its energy to another’s form. As the power of life it moves ever inwards, spiraling to the core of silence, its origin and outwards to all things, its destiny. In the larva flow of its being conceives of a form and enters it. Burning brightly, flame red and gold to the darkness beyond. Heat at its core, frost at its surface it moves towards the light that draws it ever closer, its source. It beholds its former self, wrapped in the sackcloth of memory. Alighting upon a cliff face, carved out of the aethyr itself, rests and beholds the vista before it. A barrenness that it would fill, yet in its dark mood, its dark nature it broods. It, the creator would create another to know itself.

II

Aqua Bella Mater Precipitation, moisture, the ocean roils as the plasma hits, first the surface, laced with a filigree of light. Penetrating to the cold depths of incalculable mystery below. Meets ice. Movement, as the plasma, crackling with the ice and moisture that surrounds it, threatens to engulf it, finally yields. The first of many meetings that will unfold through time. The eternal sky god, lord of the lightning flash meeting his consort within the icy depths of oceans embrace. Within their embrace they cavort and of their contortions, each yielding but a little to the other, ice melts, plasma diffuses. And of their embrace arises a heat, warmth that rises to the surface as bubbles of light, breaks the surface as a spume of golden light and the first of things is released and given the name Nemesis. Takes its freedom flight and is seen no more. Many arose from their union, the time of echoes was unfolding, would continue to unfold through the long aeons ahead. Deity now reflected upon another and in the appearance of duality, knew itself completed. Yet it was a generous being and would grant life, multiple forms through which it could witness itself, and into each of its forms it signs its name. In the signing lay the hope of realisation, that its creatures might know of their source. This its compassion, this its female form. For as substance, it could only exist in its female form, for as lord of the lightning’s it could only devour its offspring. No nurturing, no protection or love could it offer, for these were properties unknown to it. And in this way was the marriage between the elements of the prima mater consummated.

III

Aethyr Congressus Cum Daemon And the first of things, Nemesis, came into being. Borne aloft upon the pinions of dreams did it fly through ecstasy upon ecstasy. Its substance the very air itself through which it also passed, at its heart a lightning bolt of golden hue and upon its surface the ice of its mother, in fusion a mist of golden light presaged its arrival and the perfume of oceans depth and the endless infinity of the star spangled void. Lord of light was its assumed name, for it knew no other. This would suffice. It would be the very lifeblood and soul of all that followed during the unfolding of days. Would inspire and bring to freedom each of the sentient forms that were yet to come into being. Adonai in the palace of the heart. Nemesis within the citadel of its mind. Lord of light, bright Lucifer, herald of the dawn, lord of the world. Its consort it would seek and of their union creation would continue to unfold and in the union with its bride would it bring life to lifelessness.

IV

The Bride of Adonai In the brightness of the void lay one of beauty, slumbering within the velvet embrace of eternal night. Whispers of promise blooming within her heart. A smile upon her pale lips. Lips awaiting a kiss, whereon life would dawn. And in her slumbers she dreams deeply and of her dreams a mist arises, violet and gold. A symphony of celestial joy, as another echo reverberates along the corridors of eternity. Her body dances, held aloft within the embrace of space and from her womb, time arises. For she is fertile, mother to all form, daughter of the infinite depths of ocean and of the sky lord, her consort. Now she rises and embraces the air itself, suffused with a radiance of golden light, he, her lover and consort created to fulfil creations dream.

The Nexus or Fifth Element

00

The four watch towers established within the void, their sentinels alert, the four echoes reverberating through the dimensions of time and space. A tower of lightning illuminating the eternal night with its incandescence. One of oceanic blue and green casting its reflections into the void. Another of golden aethyr, a lattice of light and wraithlike form . And finally one of opal, its hues oscillating with the splendour of nature’s unfolding. Fusion takes place and the dance begins anew. Each tower radiating its essence into the void, chromatically meeting at the nexus point. A symphony of sound, the crack of lightning’s blast, the deep susurration of ocean’s depths, the rush of zephyrs ecstasy, the hearts beat of the bride. And at the point of union the spiral of life’s song begins to unfold its tale to eternity, its witness.

The Second Becoming 0

She stirs from her slumbers, gazes into the void. Her form now diffuse, mist upon the lattice of her web. The echoes travelling to her inform her that her work is all but done. Only one last act to perform. And with the passing of her final breath she emits a song of joy and enters dissolution, the final dream. Her essence released, she enters creations mantle and dreams within the heart of her children, silent, unseen, unknown. Only eternity knows of her presence and with a sigh, it too enters dissolution and the time of dreams.

Nemesis

A Tale Of Beginnings

I

Long had it been here, yet of its origins, none could tell. At night beneath the stars its cry was heard rising

upwards from the depths of the earth.

Only when radiant Diana traversed the firmament was its voice still and at ease. At this time

it slumbered, dreamed and waited.

Waited for the time of Ascension, for it had been left behind. Buried far beneath the surface of this barren world,

to witness the passing of Aeons, awaiting the moment, when it would dream no more.

Born of chaos, a cipher of yearning and redemption, of shadows and the time before the echoes began. It stood witness, mute and unreconciled. Of companions it had known but one, one it dreamed of often, and of the time it had been left here, abandoned, to witness the passing of aeons in lonely isolation. Its purpose uncertain, its only certainty, the loneliness it keenly felt, increasing with the passing of each moment, moments etched upon the fabric of its soul. Yes it had a soul, for it was the very first of things to emerge from the void, during the time when the echoes began and Magick was sent forth to work its wonder and mystery. By day it mused, for its memory was intact despite the immense passage of time it had been here, here within the corrosive fields of form, form it had been denied more than once and yet it existed, a twilight state of consciousness. At night it sang to itself, a doleful song more reminiscent of tears than the elevation of the spirit normally associated with this act. Only on nights when pale Diana

wove her way through the tapestry of night spangled stars did it know rest, did it dream rapturously, know repose, devoid of memory, loss and yearning. Before the time of its abandonment, in the first days of its memories it had known freedom. When upon emerging from the void it had coursed through the firmament, alighting here and there on its quest for learning and fulfilment. For it was a spirit of curiosity and had the power to make flesh its desires. Long aeons had it traversed the void in this way, witnessing the passage of time and the events that unfolded. Its greatest joy was to witness the violent turbulence within the gaseous fields out of which the stars themselves emerged. In its passing it had witnessed the first of these to be born and doubtless would witness the last. Alighting on new worlds it took delight in the unfolding ecology, first the flora, from the lichens through to the majesty of arboreal forms, then latterly, after what seemed an age the fauna, first crawling forth from fecund marsh and pool until finally gaining ascendancy upon pinions that carried it forward and onward into its tremulous future. At this point it would leave in search of new wonders to behold, leaving little if any trace of its presence upon the world it now left. Its curiosity was insatiable and its memories, each and every one of them it held to its breast, lovingly and completely, savouring each tiny morsel, each nuance and possibility, for its imagination was boundless. It learned simple things, the passage of comets across the void, the star clouds and their turbulence, the play of light across tree tops, the movement of water and the reflections it carried. Of the sentient lifeforms that rose into Self Consciousness it knew little, for of these it was afraid, not for itself but for the force and destiny it perceived in them. A destiny it had witnessed more than once, as life unfolding turned upon its axis and returned to the void from whence it came, such splendour, such possibilities completed in but a moment, a gasp within a womb of light which then returned to shadows and the dark time. Though it is true it had no form of its own, it had skills, amongst these were its shape shifting abilities. As it alighted upon worlds it would assume a passing shape, sometimes held for the duration of its stay, sometimes the first in a series that it would adopt over the course of time. It was reluctant to assume these shapes, for with the assumption of each new form it lost its ability to remember what it was in itself, as the cascade of multiple forms assailed its ever diminishing sense of self. Some shapes it remembered more than others, one which delighted it immensely was the time it had spent an entire season amidst a canopy of green, noticing only the cycle of light, wind and moisture until finally falling one day to the valley floor beneath. Also the time it spent coursing across the heavens, its pinions unfurled to the breeze, carrying it aloft upon thermal currents, at this time it knew the being of

a predator, eyes alert for the slightest movement below and then the joy of the hunt and kill, when it would gorge itself on flesh, fur and blood. Or the times it met with Death in one guise or another, as a light beam burning up within its own ecstasy, as a meal for another, and then it remembered the time when it to had fed upon the lives of others. As a passing thought, more felt than cognitive when it would experience its blooming, its seeding and demise in the passing of a breath. All this and more it had known and would continue to know, for even death held no dominion over it. And yet of its true form it had little if any recollection and for this reason it could be heard, in the depths of its sorrow, casting a plaintive song upon the air, meeting ears that knew it not.

II

And what of now, buried beneath the surface of this barren world? How had it come to this? How after an eternity of freedom was it in this place and time? It did not know, all it knew was now and the memories that haunted it and left in their wake bitter sweet torment. Yet in its dreams it sort the means of achieving its freedom, for it knew it was a prisoner, why else the incarceration, the pressure, the continuous darkness, unrelieved by even a moment of light, of hope? And in its dreams it travelled, took shape and form out of the very aethyr itself, and with this form it sought escape. Once it dreamed of a pale creature, Damiana by name, who like it lay within an earthen grave, awaiting freedom. And what of her story? In this form it had been enraptured and tutored in the ways of the flesh, once and once only did it know of this, for it had been captivated and as a result captured within the flux of passion, something it could not resist. This had been its only human form for it shunned sentient life that had developed the sin of self awareness. An awareness that acid like stripped the soul of its simplicity and innocence. Yet before the time of its incarceration it had occasionally visited mortals within their dreams, whispering words of vision and delight into their hazy and bemused minds, for it would warn, would protect where it perceived the light of hope and beauty and would seek to nurture this. Had this been its error? This, that it now suffered far beneath its burden of clay? And yet with an inner awareness, born of hope, it knew its time here was short and with this knowledge, this certainty it came to a new sense of contentment and peace. A peace, a noble peace, which it would cherish long after its release, for this would come. So now it waited and witnessed, alone in the dark. Its being a testimonial of all that unfolded, a cipher, a whisper upon the breeze, gossamer thin and sensitive. What of the one who had left it here? Abandoned it to its fate and incarceration? Where was that one now? Musing within halls of splendour, one, alone and

undivided, for its cipher had proven itself a curse. A curse it now banished, had banished millennia ago, it thought little upon the fate of this one for it was not given to thought. For it had churned the ocean of the void and had little thought for, what was to it the nameless abomination that had first stirred and taken its freedom flight into mystery, this abortion was not of its nature nor of its choosing. Long aeons it had pursued this evasive creature, which turned and twisted with each encounter. In the early days it had a fondness for its waywardness but this soon turned to tedium and it would have no more of it. Banish it, incarcerate it where it could do little if any further harm. Such was its justice, such was its sentence, inviolate and final. No compassion, forgiveness or understanding for these were qualities unknown to it. And so it sang its plaintive song, alone and unredeemed, casting its cry upon the aethyrs, dreaming of the time of its release from this curse that held it bound within its soul. And then the dark time, when it was permitted rest, to dream and pass beyond its prison walls and upon the wings of perception once more take flight. Its soft body now bound by flesh and feather, alight upon the air, it falters, falls to the ground far beneath it and rests, its heart beating fiercely within its breast, the sun beating remorselessly upon its exposed body. She appears a being clothed in light, lithe and youthful, a dance within each of her steps, a sparkle of life within her tender eyes. Pauses, sees the small creature beneath her, stoops down to cup it in gentle hands, holds it to her breast, breathes life into it and holds it aloft. This but a passing moment and yet in this time it knew love, a passing memory now carried, now cherished as onward and upwards it courses, remembering the one who held it tenderly for but a brief time. Would it know love again? Would it share in the delight of belonging? Would it care and be cared for? This it doubted for it knew itself to be alien, to be different, shunned, taking but brief anaesthetic moments of release within the forms it borrowed. Forms which held it tenuously for a season and then no more. In the time of echoes it had known turbulence and pain, the birth pangs of form emerging from the void to bear witness to the passing of time. At first the echoes had been gentle, stirring the strings of form with the force of a concentrated will, that in its dreams had formulated it, coaxed it into becoming and finally upon its release had cursed it for an abomination. It, the first of things denied its heritage, its form, to be cast adrift and denied, this was its pain, its penance, its curse. Yet it sought retribution, would deny where it had been denied, would escape the unrelenting hatred it felt from its creator, it the very first of things, noble, true and loving within its nature, a loving now, by the alchemy of time had turned to vitriol, which in burning its flesh, burnt that which it touched. This its promise to all that lived and knew form. It would oppose, it would witness, awaiting the day of freedom. In its heart of hearts it took unto itself a name, a name it would share with none.

III On a night of storms did it feel its burden lift, the earth encasing it, move, as grain by grain, memory by memory it shed its curse. It had been redeemed. The memories, the forms that bound it cascaded from it like water crashing downwards to a pool far below. It spiralled, unfurled and uttered its name for the very first time, and for the last. And as the echo, for it was now of that order, was sent forth, it burst into a column of light, ascended and as a witness, contained history’s passing along the length of its now immense form, rising upwards, ever upwards into the heavens and passing downwards into the caverns deep within this world of form. Thus was the Lord of Light reborn upon the plane of life. And how had it been released, redeemed, it, that had only known of the dark these long aeons? By she who had once tenderly stooped and picked it up from the unyielding earth, permitting its wings to unfurl and finally allowing it take flight. It was she who down the ages, taking one mortal form, then another and another until, in this time she was again reborn. She was its protector and had awaited its arrival within her awareness. Many times she had believed its location and discovery were close, only to be disappointed, time and time again. And then she had heard its cry, so reminiscent of something, something she could not recall. As always, in this life she was kind and gentle and on the nights of Diana she prayed to her beneath the stars, her throat drawn tight in the rapture of prayer, her body a cipher of supplication, of yearning and longing. Her voice uplifted by desire called forth the lady of night who in her mercy answered her in dreams, visions and the stirrings of memory. Preparations were to be of the simplest, yet elegant. The night appointed, a night when the mystic trine was formed between the huntress, the thief and the lord of the void. Upon this night sheaved in a gown of water spun silk, she steps into the night air, her body anointed with jasmine and rose, around her sigils of protection, of power and invokation dance. She climbs the rise, the breeze carrying night scents and the perfume of her own body to her sharpening senses. Arriving at the crest of the hill, pausing, looking skywards, stars sparkle acting as a backdrop to the sickle in their midst. She places the sigils of power and invokation at the cardinal points. North, the sigil of manifestation. South, the sigil of power. East, the sigil of spirit. West, the sigil of form. Above, the sigil of eternity, below, the sigil of the moment. They formulate and dance finally come to rest, blazing upon the aethyrs in the form of the diamond body. Next the sigils of protection are placed within the triangle of body, heart and mind. The triangle begins to spin and spiral within the diamond, interlocking until finally forming a nine pointed star, the star of Diana herself.

Then did the aethyrs stir, a rainbow bridge is formed and along its path history unfolds and at each point where the axis point vibrates with the presence, the form of the one she seeks, a word is uttered, a simple word, for she alone knows its name. With each repetition the night air vibrates and is made rich with the perfumes of orange blossom and almond, mixed with the tang of oceanic depths and the vacuum of space. One hundred and thirty one times does she call its name, sending forth her breath, her life and essence into the void. Silence. Out of silence a crack of lightning rends the sky, the earth beneath vibrates with thunder that rolls like a leviathan across the landscape. The earth beneath her opens and a column of light rises and she is caught within its rising and enters its heart, a still centre within the raging storm. In this way did she join her lord and lover, granting it form and gender of its own for she was its power and in their dance of union were they united and now go forth upon the earth from ecstasy to ecstasy through the tapestry of appearance.

Τηε ςισιον Ανδ Τηε ςοιδ

Λιβερ Σιγιλλυµ ϖελ Δαατη

α χιπηερ ωρουγητ ιν γλψπη ανδ σιγιλ. φλεσηεδ βψ βλοοδβεατ ανδ ηεαρτ’σ πυλσε, εχηοεσ τηε τιµελεσσνεσσ οφ οτηερ. οτηερ χαστ αδριφτ υπον ινκ βλαχκ νιγητ, ψιελδσ το σταρλιγητ ανδ τηε βρεατη ιτ τακεσ υντιλ ψετ αγαιν βψ ηανδ ανδ εψε ισ ονχε µορε χαστ υπον τηε ετερναλ αετηψρσ. δρινκ δεεπ φροµ τηε στρεαµ, λεστ ψουρ φορµ εϖαπορατεσ ιντο τηε ϖοιδ φροµ ωηενχε ψου χαµε. βρεατηε δεεπλψ οφ τηε ιντοξιχατιον τηατ ηολδσ ψου βουνδ βψ βλοοδ ανδ βονε. τηινκ δεεπλψ υπον τηε τηουγητσ τηατ χαρρψ ψου φροµ εχστασψ το εχστασψ τηρουγη τηε ταπεστρψ οφ αππεαρανχε.

Liber Sigillum vel Daath

A cipher wrought in glyph and sigil Fleshed by bloodbeat and heart’s pulse

Echoes the timelessness of other Other cast adrift upon ink black night

Yields to starlight and the breath it takes Until yet again by hand

And eye is once more Cast upon the eternal aethyrs

Drink deep from the stream Lest your form evaporates

Into the void from whence you came

Breathe deeply of the Intoxication that holds you Bound by blood and bone

Think deeply upon the thoughts That carry you from Ecstasy to ecstasy

Through the tapestry of appearance

Octave One

Inception Χονσχιουσ Αττεντιον σατυρατεδ, στιλλεδ. ςερτιχαλ συρφαχε, υνσπεχιφιεδ. Ηοριζονταλ συρφαχε, υνσπεχιφιεδ. Χονσχιουσ διαλογυε χεασεσ. Νο ιµαγε, σουνδ, ορ φεελινγ. Ποισεδ, αττεντιϖε, εµπτιεδ. Συρφαχεσ δεεπεν ανδ φροµ τηε ωελλσπρινγ α διφφερεντ φορµ αρισεσ, ασ αλιγνµεντ τακεσ πλαχε. Ωηο ισ τηισ ονε? Ωηατ ισ τηισ πλαχε? Τηισ σηαπε? Α νεω λανγυαγε? Α νεω Αρτ οφ Κνοωινγ? Διφφερενχε τηατ εχηοεσ τηρουγη βλοοδ, βονε ανδ φλεση, σεεκινγ νεω ιµαγεσ ανδ στρυχτυρεσ τηρουγη ωηιχη το µακε ιτσελφ κνοων. Κνοων το Ωηοµ ορ Ωηατ? Νο λονγερ λοχκεδ, α σλαϖε το αππεαρανχε, βυτ γρασπινγ τηε τενυουσ φορεσηαδοωινγ οφ α διφφερεντ ϖιεω, α διφφερεντ κνοωινγ. Α κνοωινγ οφ τηε χελλσ, α κνοωινγ οφ τισσυε σατυρατεδ βψ λιφε ανδ λιφε’σ ενεργψ. Χονσιδερσ ..... Σελεχτσ ..... Βεχοµεσ.

Conscious Attention saturated, stilled. Vertical surface, unspecified. Horizontal surface, unspecified. Conscious dialogue ceases. No image, sound, or feeling. Poised, attentive, emptied. Surfaces deepen and from the wellspring a different form arises, as alignment takes place. Who is this one? What is this place? This shape? A new language? A new Art of Knowing? Difference that echoes through blood, bone and flesh, seeking new images and structures through which to make itself known. Known to Whom or What? No longer locked, a slave to appearance, but grasping the tenuous foreshadowing of a different view, a different knowing. A knowing of the cells, a knowing of tissue saturated by life and life’s energy. Considers ..... Selects ..... Becomes.

Octave Two

Dreamzone One Α πορταλ οφ αζυρε υπον α λανδσχαπε οφ εµεραλδ υνδυλατιονσ. Εαχη ηεαρτβεατ α ριππλε υπον τηε συρφαχε οφ τηισ λιθυιδιτψ. Αµορπηουσ σηαπεσ σηιφτινγ, φοχυσινγ, δισσολϖινγ ασ τηε µινδ ιν θυεστ οφ µεανινγ ρελεασεσ, περµιτσ, χονταινσ. Εαχη βρεατη τραϖελσ το τηε συρφαχε οφ τηε σκιν, τραϖελσ ουτωαρδσ, χονταχτσ νοτ Ι, ασ α σηιφτινγ φοχυσ, συπεριµποσεδ υπον α λιθυιδ σηορελινε. Ινχανδεσχενχε, λιγητ, βεψονδ τηε αβιλιτψ το σεε. Σουνδ ριππλεσ υπον τηε συρφαχε οφ τηατ Ι κνοω ασ Ι. Λανδσχαπε δισσολϖεσ, φορ νοω ιτ ισ τηε συρφαχε οφ σκιν. Ριππλεσ, υνδυλατινγ, ινφορµ τηε προχεσσ οφ δισσολυτιον, φιναλλψ ρεαχηινγ ουτωαρδ βεψονδ αλλ Ι αµ αβλε το ηολδ. Σιλενχε. Α ϖοιδ, λυστρουσ, δαρκ ανδ ωελχοµινγ, ϖελϖετ σοφτνεσσ, ασ Ι µοϖε τηρουγη λαψερ υπον λαψερ οφ αµορπηουσ, σηιφτινγ περσπεχτιϖεσ. Ψετ Ι φοχυσ υπον φορµ, ανγυλαριτψ αρισεσ ασ Ι γρεετ ανοτηερ πορταλ τηατ χαστσ µε ιντο α δεεπερ δρεαµ.

A portal of azure upon a landscape of emerald undulations. Each heartbeat a ripple upon the surface of this liquidity. Amorphous shapes shifting, focusing, dissolving as the mind in quest of meaning releases, permits, contains. Each breath travels to the surface of the skin, travels outwards, contacts not I, as a shifting focus, superimposed upon a liquid shoreline. Incandescence, light, beyond the ability to see. Sound ripples upon the surface of that I know as I. Landscape dissolves, for now it is the surface of skin. Ripples, undulating, inform the process of dissolution, finally reaching outward beyond all I am able to hold. Silence. A void, lustrous, dark and welcoming, velvet softness, as I move through layer upon layer of amorphous, shifting perspectives. Yet I focus upon form, angularity arises as I greet another portal that casts me into a deeper dream.

Octave Three

The Dreamquest of Azrael Ιν εαχη µοµεντ δο Ι δωελλ αττεντιϖε το εαχη τηουγητ, εαχη σενσατιον, εαχη δρεαµ. Εαχη βρεατη ετχηεσ α λινε, αν ανγυλαριτψ ωιτηιν ανδ υπον τηε συρφαχε ψου κνοω ασ Ι. Εαχη βρεατη α πασσινγ µοµεντ, α νεω φορµ ανδ τεξτυρε, ασ τηε ταπεστρψ οφ τηε ωορλδ, ψουρ ωορλδ, υνφολδσ. Ωασ Ι νοτ ωιτη τηεε ωηεν φιρστ ψου δρεω βρεατη? Ηαϖε Ι νοτ σηαρεδ ψουρ µοµεντσ οφ τριυµπη? Ηαϖε Ι νοτ αλσο σηαρεδ ψουρ σηαµε? Ασ ψουρ ονε τρυε χοµπανιον, ηαϖε Ι νοτ αιδεδ τηεε, τηουγη υνσεεν, υνκνοων? Ψουρ φορµ γραντσ µε συβστανχε ασ Ι θυεστ υπον τηε ωαψ. Εαχη οφ ψου α τινψ ατοµ ωιτηιν τηε συρφαχε οφ µψ βοδψ. Ηιστορψ κνοωσ µε ιν µανψ φορµσ, φορ αµ Ι νοτ Οµνισχιεντ, Οµνιπρεσεντ ανδ Οµνιποτεντ? Τηου σεεκσ το τυρν αωαψ? Τηερε αµ Ι αλσο − Αωαιτινγ. Αωαιτινγ τηε τιµε ωηεν ωιτη τηε λαστ βρεατη δραων, τηε λαστ λινε ετχηεδ, Ι ρεαχη ουτ ανδ χλαιµ τηεε ασ µινε. Φορ τηισ αµ Ι κνοων ασ τηε φριενδ το λιφε. Φορ τηισ αµ Ι κνοων ασ τηε Ινιτιατορ. Φορ τηισ αµ Ι γρεετεδ ιν µασκεδ φορµ, εαχη φορµ α σηαδοω, αν εχηο οφ µψ νατυρε. Λοοκ αρουνδ ψου: τηερε ισ νο πλαχε Ι ηαϖε νοτ βεεν, νο πλαχε Ι ηαϖε νοτ σεεν, ηαϖε νοτ τακεν υντο µψσελφ. Κνοω τηισ ανδ λιϖε, φορ ψουρ τιµε ωιτη µε ισ ετερναλ.

In each moment do I dwell attentive to each thought, each sensation, each dream. Each breath etches a line, an angularity within and upon the surface you know as I. Each breath a passing moment, a new form and texture, as the tapestry of the world, your world, unfolds. Was I not with thee when first you drew breath? Have I not shared your moments of triumph? Have I not also shared your shame? As your one true companion, have I not aided thee, though unseen, unknown? Your form grants me substance as I quest upon the way. Each of you a tiny atom within the surface of my body. History knows me in many forms, for am I not Omniscient, Omnipresent and Omnipotent? Thou seeks to turn away? There am I also - Awaiting. Awaiting the time when with the last breath drawn, the last line etched, I reach out and claim thee as mine. For this am I known as the friend to life. For this am I known as the Initiator. For this am I greeted in masked form, each form a shadow, an echo of my nature. Look around you: there is no place I have not been, no place I have not seen, have not taken unto myself. Know this and live, for your time with me is eternal.

Octave Four

The Serpent Rises Ανδ τηρουγη τηατ πορταλ διδ Ι στεπ, µψ ανγελ αττενδαντ, α σηαδοω, α σηιµµερινγ οφ ϖελϖετ λιγητ, α λιγητ ραδιατινγ υπωαρδ ανδ ουτωαρδ, δισσολϖινγ ασ ιτ τουχηεσ, εαχη σηαπε, εαχη φορµ, χλεανσινγ µε οφ ασσοχιατιον ανδ κνοωινγ. Βψ ιτσ βρεατη ισ τηε φλεση δισσολϖεδ. Βψ ιτσ βρεατη ισ τηε µινδ δισσολϖεδ, ασ υπωαρδσ ιτ χουρσεσ. Αβστραχτσ αρισε, προδυχτσ οφ ηιγηερ µεντατιον. Γεοµετριχαλ ιντρυσιονσ σεεκινγ φορµ ανδ σηαπε, ψετ µαλλεαβλε ανδ τρανσιεντ. Α συρφαχε οφ φλατνεσσ τηρουγη ωηιχη Ι πενετρατε ανδ περχειϖε. Ψετ τηισ τοο ισ δισσολϖεδ ασ λιφε, ασ ηεατ εντερσ α στιλλ χεντρε. Ιχε συρρουνδσ ωηατ ωασ ονχε ϖερδαντ, ασ Ι αµ στιλλεδ ψετ φυρτηερ. Χρψσταλσ αρισε. Εαχη βρεατη α σιγητ, α κνοωινγνεσσ, βερεφτ οφ φορµ ψετ ριχη ιν τεξτυρε, δισσολϖεσ ασ ψετ αγαιν α συρφαχε αππεαρσ, α συρφαχε οφ σιλενχε ασ τηε λιγητ ιτσελφ δισσολϖεσ. Ι οφ νο ναµε, Ι οφ νο νατυρε, χαλλεστ υντο τηεε, φροµ σιλενχε το σιλενχε χοµπλετε.

And through that portal did I step, my angel attendant, a shadow, a shimmering of velvet light, a light radiating upward and outward, dissolving as it touches, each shape, each form, cleansing me of association and knowing. By its breath is the flesh dissolved. By its breath is the mind dissolved, as upwards it courses. Abstracts arise, products of higher mentation. Geometrical intrusions seeking form and shape, yet malleable and transient. A surface of flatness through which I penetrate and perceive. Yet this too is dissolved as life, as heat enters a still centre. Ice surrounds what was once verdant, as I am stilled yet further. Crystals arise. Each breath a sight, a knowingness, bereft of form yet rich in texture, dissolves as yet again a surface appears, a surface of silence as the light itself dissolves. I of no name, I of no nature, callest unto thee, from silence to silence complete.

Octave Five

The Portal of Lucidity Ανδ νοω Ι δρεαµ, χονχειϖε οφ νεω σηαπεσ, νεω τεξτυρεσ. Τηατ ωηιχη δεφινεδ µε ασ Ι νο λονγερ ηολδσ σωαψ. Μψ συρφαχε εξτενδεδ, ρεαχηεσ ουτ ανδ χονταχτσ αλλ τηατ µιγητ βεχοµε. Μψ συρφαχε ονχε δεφινεδ βψ διφφερενχε, νοω δραωσ υντο ιτσελφ σηαπε, φορµ, τεξτυρε, α περχεπτιον οφ διστανχε, οφ ηειγητ, οφ δεπτη αρισεσ. Ασ λιγητνινγ σωιφτ, χαυγητ υπον τηε ωινγσ οφ περχεπτιον Ι µοϖε ινωαρδ ψετ ουτωαρδ αλσο. Α τινψ µοτε ψετ χονταινινγ αλλ. Μψ χηοσεν ϖεηιχλε, ιτσ ανγυλαριτιεσ γεντλε, χυρϖαχεουσ, περµιττινγ οφ εασε ανδ χοµφορτ ιν δεσχριπτιον. Μινε το χηοοσε, µινε το αχχεπτ. Ωηατ χηοοσεστ τηου? Μοδελσ, µαπσ, αλλ τρανσιτορψ. Τηερε ισ ονλψ τηατ ωηιχη ρεµαινσ ασ λανγυαγε, ασ δεσχριπτιον ισ στριππεδ αωαψ λικε α ϖενεερ τηατ χοατσ υσ, τηατ σεχυρεσ υσ, τηατ ωουλδ εντραπ υσ. Χηοοσε ωελλ, φορ ονλψ τηε στρονγεστ οφ σωιµµερσ µιγητ εντερ τηε δεεπεστ οφ οχεανσ. Ωορδσ, δεσχριπτιον, αλλ βυτ αρτιφιχε, α λυρε, σεδυχινγ, εντηραλλινγ, ψετ στεριλε. Τιµε, σπαχε ανδ µινδ στανδ ωιτνεσσ ανδ ιν σο δοινγ, ωονδερ, ασ δο Ι.

And now I dream, conceive of new shapes, new textures. That which defined me as I no longer holds sway. My surface extended, reaches out and contacts all that might become. My surface once defined by difference, now draws unto itself shape, form, texture, a perception of distance, of height, of depth arises. As lightning swift, caught upon the wings of perception I move inward yet outward also. A tiny mote yet containing all. My chosen vehicle, its angularities gentle, curvaceous, permitting of ease and comfort in description. Mine to choose, mine to accept. What choosest thou? Models, maps, all transitory. There is only that which remains as language, as description is stripped away like a veneer that coats us, that secures us, that would entrap us. Choose well, for only the strongest of swimmers might enter the deepest of oceans. Words, description, all but artifice, a lure, seducing, enthralling, yet sterile. Time, space and mind stand witness and in so doing, wonder, as do I.

Octave Six

The Realm of Otherness

Χονσχιουσνεσσ δριφτσ ανδ οφ ιτσελφ φορµυλατεσ ανοτηερ. Ιτσ µεµορψ οφ τηε ονε ιτ κνεω βεφορε ωασ ηαρδ οφ ουτλινε, χλεαρ οφ δεφινιτιον. Τηισ ονε ψιελδσ, ισ σοφτ ανδ µοβιλε, σηιφτινγ φροµ φορµ το φορµ, σηαπε το σηαπε. Σπαχε ισ ιτσ δοµαιν, Τιµε λικεωισε α σολιδ τηρουγη ωηιχη ιτ πασσεσ ωιτη εασε. Αταϖισµσ οφ α δαρκ παστ αρισε, ινστινχτ βορνε αλονγ στριατιονσ οφ δρεαµ, χορριδορσ, ενδλεσσ, ετερναλ. Οτηερσ αρισε, εαχη ονε βεαρινγ α γιφτ, α µεσσαγε, α ωελχοµε. Σταψ ωιτη υσ φορ αρε ωε νοτ ατ πεαχε? Δωελλινγ βετωεεν τηε µοµεντσ ψουρ φορµερ σελφ οχχυπιεδ. Σταψ ωιτη υσ ανδ δρεαµ ετερναλλψ, ουρ τηουγητσ ψουρ φορµσ, ουρ φορµσ ψουρ δρεαµσ. Ωηατ ωουλδ ψου κνοω οφ? Τηισ ωε ιµπαρτ, τηισ ωε οφφερ. Σταψ ωιτη υσ ανδ δρεαµ ιν παλαχεσ οφ χρψσταλ ανδ σταρλιγητ. Τηε συρφαχε οφ σκιν στρετχηεσ, αχχοµµοδατεσ, ισολατεσ, βεχοµεσ ψετ αγαιν ασ ανχεστραλ µεµοριεσ αρισε. Φορµ αφτερ φορµ, ηυµαν, µαµµαλ, ρεπτιλε ανδ βεψονδ, χονϖεργινγ ιν ϖεγεταβλε λιφε, αρβορεαλ φορµσ, λιχηεν, πριµορδιαλ πονδσ ωηερε λιφε ιτσελφ ωασ σεεδεδ. Αλλ τηισ ισ Ι, ψετ νοτ Ι. Ι στανδ, Ι ωιτνεσσ. Ωιτνεσσ οφ τηε αγεσ αδριφτ ιν τιµελεσσνεσσ, φορµλεσσνεσσ. Ιν δρεαµσ Ι ϖισιτ ψου, ινσπιρινγ πασσιον ανδ ϖισιον το αρισε. Κνοω τηισ: Τηου αρτ αλλ τηινγσ, αλλ τιµεσ ανδ πλαχεσ.

Consciousness drifts and of itself formulates another. Its memory of the one it knew before was hard of outline, clear of definition. This one yields, is soft and mobile, shifting from form to form, shape to shape. Space is its domain, Time likewise a solid through which it passes with ease. Atavisms of a dark past arise, instinct borne along striations of dream, corridors, endless, eternal. Others arise, each one bearing a gift, a message, a welcome. Stay with us for are we not at peace? Dwelling between the moments your former self occupied. Stay with us and dream eternally, our thoughts your forms, our forms your dreams. What would you know of? This we impart, this we offer. Stay with us and dream in palaces of crystal and starlight. The surface of skin stretches, accommodates, isolates, becomes yet again as ancestral memories arise. Form after form, human, mammal, reptile and beyond, converging in vegetable life, arboreal forms, lichen, primordial ponds where life itself was seeded. All this is I, yet not I. I stand, I witness. Witness of the ages adrift in timelessness, formlessness. In dreams I visit you, inspiring passion and vision to arise. Know this: Thou art all things, all times and places.

Octave Seven

The Dreaming Attention Ασ οτηερ γαινσ ασχενδανχψ, αωαρενεσσ σηιφτσ το τηισ νεω ϖεηιχλε, κνοων το σοµε ασ τηε δρεαµινγ βοδψ, βψ οτηερσ ασ τηε δουβλε, ηαϖινγ χηαραχτεριστιχσ οφ τηε σοµατιχ σελφ, ψετ γραντεδ τηε φρεεδοµ οφ εξπλορατιον. Ιν δρεαµτιµε ιτ οπενσ πορταλσ υπον µψριαδ’σ οφ περχεπτυαλ ποσσιβιλιτιεσ, ιντενδινγ ωορλδσ τηατ ιτ µιγητ εξπλορε οτηερνεσσ χοµπλετελψ. Τηισ βεχοµεσ τηε τρυε ηοµε οφ τηε σεερ. Μαινταινινγ τηε αππεαρανχε οφ δυαλ ρεαλιτιεσ, ψετ ιν τρυτη γραντινγ εαχη ιτσ ϖαλυε. Ιν εαρτητιµε ιτ εξπλορεσ τηε ωορλδ οφ εϖερψ δαψ εϖεντσ, σταλκινγ τηε ωορλδ ασ οτηερσ µιγητ σταλκ πρεψ. Τηε αππεαρανχε οφ σελφ ανδ οτηερ δισσολϖεσ ασ φαµιλιαριτψ ισ αχθυιρεδ τηρουγη τηε σοφτενινγ οφ ωορλδ ϖιεωσ. Ωηατ ωασ ονχε τοταλ, χλεαρ οφ δεφινιτιον, σοφτενσ, ψιελδσ, ασ ποωερ εντερσ τηε σψστεµ ανδ δεφινεσ ιτ φυρτηερ. Δρεαµτιµε εντερσ εαρτητιµε ανδ τηε χοδινγ ισ χοµπλετε. Ιν ωηιχη φορµ δο ψου τραϖελ? Βορνε αλοφτ υπον πινιονσ οφ ϖισιον, εξπλορινγ υπον τηε ωινγσ οφ περχεπτιον, χαρριεδ εϖερ ονωαρδ βψ τηε χυρρεντ οφ ιντεντ. Τηου αρτ νοω τρυλψ δισσολϖεδ, λοστ το ηυµαν φορµ ανδ ηιστορψ, α µψστερψ οφ τιµε ανδ σπαχε, φρεεδοµ βεχκονσ.

As other gains ascendancy, awareness shifts to this new vehicle, known to some as the dreaming body, by others as the double, having characteristics of the somatic self, yet granted the freedom of exploration. In dreamtime it opens portals upon myriad’s of perceptual possibilities, intending worlds that it might explore otherness completely. This becomes the true home of the seer. Maintaining the appearance of dual realities, yet in truth granting each its value. In earthtime it explores the world of every day events, stalking the world as others might stalk prey. The appearance of self and other dissolves as familiarity is acquired through the softening of world views. What was once total, clear of definition, softens, yields, as power enters the system and defines it further. Dreamtime enters earthtime and the coding is complete. In which form do you travel? Borne aloft upon pinions of vision, exploring upon the wings of perception, carried ever onward by the current of intent. Thou art now truly dissolved, lost to human form and history, a mystery of time and space, freedom beckons.

Octave Eight

Daathian Intrusions Ανδ φροµ τηισ πλαχε οφ δρεαµ, τηε εαρτη βελοω, τηε σταρσ αβοϖε, τηου αρτ ποισεδ, αλιγνεδ ασ τηε γατεωαψ οφ γατεωαψσ αρισεσ, οπενσ, βεχκονσ. Πολαριτψ λικε υντο αν οσχιλλατινγ µατριξ σερϖεσ ασ τηε κεψ. Ανδ ιν ωηατ πλαχε ωασ τηισ κεψ φοργεδ? Ωηατ µατεριαλ υσεδ ιν ιτσ χονστρυχτιον? Μανψ ιν πυρσυιτ οφ ωισδοµ ωαλκ τηε πατη φροµ τηε κινγδοµ υντο τηε χροων, τηεψ τραϖελ τηε ηιγηωαψ οφ βεχοµινγ, φορ υσ τηε λιττλε κνοων πατη βεχκονσ. Ουρ φουνδατιον, τηε σπηερε οφ τηε µοον, οφ φορµυλατιονσ, οφ δρεαµ ανδ τηε σεχρετσ οφ ποωερ γυισεδ ιν ωορδ ανδ γεστυρε, φλεσηεδ ιν ϖισιον ανδ αβιλιτψ, λεαδσ υσ υντο τηε παλαχε οφ κνοωλεδγε, α παλαχε χαστ ωιτηιν α ϖοιδ, αν αβψσσ οφ σεετηινγ ποσσιβιλιτιεσ. Φορ ωε ρεχογνισε νο σπιριτ ορ µαττερ, βυτ τηατ ωηιχη εξπρεσσεσ βοτη ασ υνιτψ. Αρτ φυσεδ ωιτη κνοωλεδγε βιρτησ α ϖεηιχλε οφ τρανσχενδενχε. Τιµε ανδ σπαχε βυτ α σεχονδαρψ εθυατιον το τηατ οφ βεινγ. Α παλαχε οφ µανψ µανσιονσ ανδ πατησ, εαχη αν ετερνιτψ, εαχη α ποσσιβιλιτψ. Οχταϖεσ οφ βεινγ χαρεερινγ αλονγ τιµελινεσ, φλεσηεδ ασ ωορλδσ, ασ φορµσ. Τηε κεψ ηελδ, τηε πορταλ αχχεσσεδ, ποωερ ισ γραντεδ, φορ ιν ποωερ λιεσ τηε αβιλιτψ το τρανσχενδ τηατ ωηιχη ισ ρενδερεδ πεδεστριαν βψ τηε εθυατιον οφ τηουγητ ανδ τονγυε. Χαστ τηψ µινδ, τηψ βοδψ ασ α µιγητψ σιγιλ οφ ποωερ, εντερ τηε γατεωαψ οφ τρυε µψστερψ ανδ βεχοµε.

And from this place of dream, the earth below, the stars above, thou art poised, aligned as the gateway of gateways arises, opens, beckons. Polarity like unto an oscillating matrix serves as the key. And in what place was this key forged? What material used in its construction? Many in pursuit of wisdom walk the path from the kingdom unto the crown, they travel the highway of becoming, for us the little known path beckons. Our foundation, the sphere of the moon, of formulations, of dream and the secrets of power guised in word and gesture, fleshed in vision and ability, leads us unto the palace of knowledge, a palace cast within a void, an abyss of seething possibilities. For we recognise no spirit or matter, but that which expresses both as unity. Art fused with knowledge births a vehicle of transcendence. Time and space but a secondary equation to that of being. A palace of many mansions and paths, each an eternity, each a possibility. Octaves of being careering along timelines, fleshed as worlds, as forms. The key held, the portal accessed, power is granted, for in power lies the ability to transcend that which is rendered pedestrian by the equation of thought and tongue. Cast thy mind, thy body as a mighty sigil of power, enter the gateway of true mystery and become.

Octave Nine

Dreamzone Two Μεµορψ ρισεσ, αχτσ ασ α λυρε τηατ δραωσ µε ονωαρδσ ανδ ουτωαρδσ. Μεµορψ οφ ωηατ Ι ηαϖε βεεν, ωηατ Ι ωουλδ βεχοµε. Τηουγητ εχηοεσ ουτωαρδσ, σηαπε ανδ τεξτυρε αρισε ψετ σερϖε ασ µεταπηορ φορ α τιµε ανδ πλαχε οφ τρυε δισσολυτιον. Εαχη ηεαρτβεατ τηυνδερσ αχροσσ γαλαξιεσ, εαχη βρεατη τηε κινδλινγ οφ σταρβορν εξιστενχε. Εαχη τηουγητ σηαπεσ ιτσελφ, φλεσηεσ ιτσελφ ιντο τηατ ωηιχη Ι µιγητ χηοοσε το δεσχριβε. Ι γαζε ιντο νοτηινγνεσσ φροµ ωηιχη Ι τακε φορµ ανδ δεσχριπτιον. Ι στανδ υπον τηε πατη ωηιχη ισ τηε πολαριτψ οφ τιµε, ονε γατεωαψ, αν οβσερϖερ χονχειϖινγ οφ ωηατ ωιλλ βε, ανοτηερ ωιτνεσσινγ ωηατ ηασ βεεν. Ασ λορδ οφ τιµε Ι αρχ τηρουγη τηε αγεσ, αχχελερατινγ βεψονδ τηε ρεαλµ οφ σιγητ ανδ σενσε, υντιλ Ι φιναλλψ µεργε ωιτη τηε τοταλιτψ οφ αλλ τηατ ωασ, τηατ ισ ανδ ωιλλ βε. Τηε ναµε οφ τηισ δρεαµζονε, ετερνιτψ, ινφινιτψ ανδ τηε ωελλσπρινγ οφ χρεατιον. Ανδ ασ Ι γαζε ιντο τηε λυστρουσ ωατερσ οφ τηισ ρεφλεχτιον, Ι αµ στιλλεδ, χοµπλετεδ ψετ αγαιν ανδ φροµ τηισ πλαχε, τηισ τιµε, περχειϖε ανοτηερ, ωηο στανδσ βεφορε µε ρεγαλ ψετ ηυµβλε, βλεσσεδ βψ κνοωλεδγε, ψετ ωραππεδ ιν α µαντλε οφ ηυµιλιτψ, ωισε ωιτη τηε ωισδοµ τηατ στεµσ φροµ ωιτνεσσινγ τηε πασσαγε οφ ετερνιτψ, τηε πασσαγε οφ σταρσ.

Memory rises, acts as a lure that draws me onwards and outwards. Memory of what I have been, what I would become. Thought echoes outwards, shape and texture arise yet serve as metaphor for a time and place of true dissolution. Each heartbeat thunders across galaxies, each breath the kindling of starborn existence. Each thought shapes itself, fleshes itself into that which I might choose to describe. I gaze into nothingness from which I take form and description. I stand upon the path which is the polarity of time, one gateway, an observer conceiving of what will be, another witnessing what has been. As lord of time I arc through the ages, accelerating beyond the realm of sight and sense, until I finally merge with the totality of all that was, that is and will be. The name of this dreamzone, eternity, infinity and the wellspring of creation. And as I gaze into the lustrous waters of this reflection, I am stilled, completed yet again and from this place, this time, perceive another, who stands before me regal yet humble, blessed by knowledge, yet wrapped in a mantle of humility, wise with the wisdom that stems from witnessing the passage of eternity, the passage of stars.

Octave Ten

The Manifestation of Ionthe Ανδ ωουλδστ τηου ωαλκ ωιτη µε χηιλδ οφ τερρα’σ ινκ βλαχκ νιγητ? Ι γρεετ τηεε ασ βροτηερ, ασ λοϖερ. Τηψ τοιλσ βυτ α σεχονδ ιν τηε πασσινγ οφ µψ ηιστορψ, α ηιστορψ σηαπεδ βψ τηοσε ψου ηαϖε κνοων ανδ τηοσε ψου ηαϖε νοτ. Βψ ναµε ψου µαψ κνοω µε ασ Ιοντηε, α χονϖενιενχε το µακε σιµπλε τηατ ωηιχη ισ µορε σο. Λικε µψ βροτηερ Αζραελ ηαϖε Ι θυεστεδ. Ηισ πατη το βε τηε χοµπανιον οφ αλλ τηατ ισ, αλλ τηατ λιϖεσ. Μψ ωαψ τηατ οφ τηε εσσενχε. Φορ ασ α µιασµα αµ Ι χαστ φορτη ωιτηιν χρεατιον, φορ Ι αµ ιτσ σπιριτ. Οφ µψσελφ Ι αµ νοτηινγ, ψετ αµ γραντεδ σηαπε, γιϖεν δεφινιτιον βψ τηε ασπιρατιονσ οφ αλλ τηατ ωηιχη εξιστσ. Φροµ τηε τινιεστ µιχροβε χαστινγ φορτη υπον τηε αετηψρσ ιτσ δρεαµ, ιτσ ασπιρατιον, το τηε σταρσ τυρνινγ τηειρ σπιραλσ ιν χοντεµπλατιον οφ τηε αεονσ. Φροµ αλλ τηισ ωασ Ι µαδε, φροµ αλλ τηισ διδ Ι τακε φορµ, νοω Ι ωουλδ εντερ α φιναλ φορµ, τηατ ωηιχη ωιλλ βε µψ λαστ, φορ Ι ηαϖε ρεµαινεδ υνσεεν τηεσε λονγ αγεσ, ψετ µψ ωηισπερσ ινφορµ τηε ηεαρτσ ανδ µινδσ οφ αλλ τηατ ωηιχη εξιστσ. Ι γρεετ τηεε ανδ ιν τηψ φορµ ωιλλ εξπλορε α ωορλδ οφ σιµπλιχιτψ, οφ τοταλιτψ. Φορ µψ τιµε ηασ χοµε ανδ νοω Ι ωουλδ ωαλκ ωιτη τηεε βροτηερ, σιστερ ανδ λοϖερ.

And wouldst thou walk with me child of terra’s ink black night? I greet thee as brother, as lover. Thy toils but a second in the passing of my history, a history shaped by those you have known and those you have not. By name you may know me as Ionthe, a convenience to make simple that which is more so. Like my brother Azrael have I quested. His path to be the companion of all that is, all that lives. My way that of the essence. For as a miasma am I cast forth within creation, for I am its spirit. Of myself I am nothing, yet am granted shape, given definition by the aspirations of all that which exists. From the tiniest microbe casting forth upon the aethyrs its dream, its aspiration, to the stars turning their spirals in contemplation of the aeons. From all this was I made, from all this did I take form, now I would enter a final form, that which will be my last, for I have remained unseen these long ages, yet my whispers inform the hearts and minds of all that which exists. I greet thee and in thy form will explore a world of simplicity, of totality. For my time has come and now I would walk with thee brother, sister and lover.

Octave Eleven

Adrift Upon the Aethyrs Ηανδ ιν ηανδ, ηεαρτ ιν ηεαρτ, µινδ ιν µινδ διδ ωε µεργε. Ανδ ιν τηατ αχτ α ϖορτεξ οπενσ, ανδ τηρουγη ιτσ εϖερ ινχρεασινγ σπιραλσ ωερε ωε χαστ αδριφτ. Ατ φιρστ τηε ϖοιδ, α πλαχε οφ εµπτινεσσ, οφ ποτεντιαλσ. Χοµπρεσσιον, αλιγνµεντ ανδ τηε σταρσ αρισε. Σλοωινγ − λιφε αροσε ανδ ωιτηιν τηε ιµµενσιτψ βεφορε υσ, τηατ Ι νοω χαλλ Ι, α δισταντ φορµ, α δισταντ σπαρκλε βεχκονσ. Ανδ τοωαρδσ τηατ διστανχε διδ Ι τραϖελ, ηεαρτ υπλιφτεδ, µινδ αωαση, λικε πλασµα χουρσινγ τηρουγη ϖειν ανδ σινεω. Σλοωεδ φυρτηερ − τιµε αροσε ανδ γραντεδ δυρατιον, τηε ρεχογνιτιον οφ διφφερενχε: διφφερενχε τηατ νοω δεφινεδ σελφ ανδ τηε χονχεπτ οφ οτηερ, ασ ονωαρδσ Ι χουρσε τοωαρδσ µψ δεστινατιον. Σλοωεδ εϖεν φυρτηερ − λανγυαγε, δεσχριπτιον, α χοδε αρισεσ ανδ ωιτηιν µψ ϖιεω, ωορλδσ ηανγινγ ωιτηιν τηε λυστρουσ βοδψ οφ ουρ ηολψ λαδψ, σηε ωηο ισ βυτ διϖιδεδ φορ λοϖε’σ σακε, φορ τηε χηανχε οφ υνιον. Ανδ ωιτηιν τηατ βοδψ οφ ωορλδσ ονε νοω βεχκονσ, ονε ωηιχη Ι νοω εντερ, ονε ωηιχη Ι νοω βεχοµε. Τηε οχεανσ στιρ µε, τηε βρεεζε χαρριεσ µε αλοφτ, ασ Ι εντερ αλλ φορµσ, αλλ νατυρε, αλλ σινγυλαριτιεσ.

Hand in hand, heart in heart, mind in mind did we merge. And in that act a vortex opens, and through its ever increasing spirals were we cast adrift. At first the void, a place of emptiness, of potentials. Compression, alignment and the stars arise. Slowing - life arose and within the immensity before us, that I now call I, a distant form, a distant sparkle beckons. And towards that distance did I travel, heart uplifted, mind awash, like plasma coursing through vein and sinew. Slowed further - time arose and granted duration, the recognition of difference: difference that now defined self and the concept of other, as onwards I course towards my destination. Slowed even further - language, description, a code arises and within my view, worlds hanging within the lustrous body of our holy lady, she who is but divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union. And within that body of worlds one now beckons, one which I now enter, one which I now become. The oceans stir me, the breeze carries me aloft, as I enter all forms, all nature, all singularities.

Octave Twelve

Emergence Into Singularity Φορ λονγ αεονσ διδ Ι λιε, διδ Ι ωαιτ. Αβοϖε µε γαλαξιεσ λιϖεδ ανδ διεδ ωιτηιν α τωινκλινγ, α µοµεντ βετωεεν τηε βρεατησ τηατ Ι τοοκ. Βελοω µε τηε οχεανσ ροιλεδ, χαστινγ νεω λιφε υπον τηε µασσεσ οφ λανδ Ι ωιτνεσσεδ ιν τηειρ ρισινγ. Φορµσ εϖολϖεδ, ψετ Ι ωαιτεδ στιλλ. Ι ωιτνεσσεδ, Ι ρεχορδεδ, Ι ρεµεµβερεδ. Α ποωερ νοω συργεσ ανδ Ι αµ χαλλεδ φορτη ιντο σινγυλαριτψ, φορ αµ Ι νοτ κιν οφ Αζραελ, τηε κιν οφ Ιοντηε ανδ τηε σπιριτ οφ λιφε? Ι φραγµεντ ανδ εντερ εαχη ανδ αλλ, τηερεβψ κνοωινγ µψ τοταλιτψ. Λοοκ φορ µε ιν νο πλαχε, σεεκ µε ιν νο τιµε, φορ Ι αµ βυτ αν εχηο, σολιδ ψετ αµορπηουσ βψ τυρν, Ι ϖισιτ, Ι ωιτνεσσ, Ι πασσ ον. Νοω Ι σολιδιφψ ιντο σινγυλαριτψ φυρτηερ, α ηεαρτ, α µινδ, α βοδψ οφ συβστανχε. Ι εντερ τηε δρεαµτιµε οφ οτηερ ανδ εξπεριενχε διφφερενχε, τηατ ωηιχη νοω δεφινεσ µε φροµ οτηερ. Ανδ νοω Ι οβσερϖε α µοϖινγ ηανδ, ωορδσ χραφτεδ φροµ τηε εσσενχε οφ τηουγητ, ωρουγητ ιν ινκ, εαχη ονε χαρρψινγ α ηεαρτβεατ, εαχη ονε τηε φλεσηινγ οφ α δρεαµ, εαχη ονε εξιστινγ ιν τηισ µοµεντ, τηρουγη τηισ µοµεντ ανδ βεψονδ τηισ µοµεντ, ανδ φροµ τηισ µοµεντ, ασ Ι ρισε φιναλλψ ιντο σινγυλαριτψ ανδ σαψ: ωελχοµε.

For long aeons did I lie, did I wait. Above me galaxies lived and died within a twinkling, a moment between the breaths that I took. Below me the oceans roiled, casting new life upon the masses of land I witnessed in their rising. Forms evolved, yet I waited still. I witnessed, I recorded, I remembered. A power now surges and I am called forth into singularity, for am I not kin of Azrael, the kin of Ionthe and the spirit of life? I fragment and enter each and all, thereby knowing my totality. Look for me in no place, seek me in no time, for I am but an echo, solid yet amorphous by turn, I visit, I witness, I pass on. Now I solidify into singularity further, a heart, a mind, a body of substance. I enter the dreamtime of other and experience difference, that which now defines me from other. And now I observe a moving hand, words crafted from the essence of thought, wrought in ink, each one carrying a heartbeat, each one the fleshing of a dream, each one existing in this moment, through this moment and beyond this moment, and from this moment, as I rise finally into singularity and say: welcome.

Octave Thirteen

Dreamzone Three Ανδ φροµ τηισ τιµε, φροµ τηισ πλαχε ανδ ωιτη τηισ ονε, Ι εντερ τηε δρεαµ οφ δρεαµσ ανδ ωαλκ αµονγστ τηε σηαδοω βεινγσ τηατ συρρουνδ µε, ψετ κνοω µε νοτ. Ονε µασκ ισ αφφιξεδ, τηεν ανοτηερ, ψετ ανοτηερ. Ωιτηιν τηε χονχεπτιονσ τηατ αρισε, α µεµορψ οφ αλλ τηατ Ι ηαϖε σεεν, αλλ τηατ Ι ηαϖε ωιτνεσσεδ. Ιοντηε γυιδεσ µε, µακεσ δεεπ ανδ ριχη τηε ταπεστρψ τηατ υνφολδσ βεφορε µψ σενσεσ. Αζραελ χουνσελσ µε ιν τηε µαττερ οφ αδοπτινγ σινγυλαριτψ. Τηε εαρτη συππορτσ ανδ νυρτυρεσ µε. Τηε σταρσ βεχκον ανδ χηεριση µε, ασ αγαιν Ι ωαλκ φορτη α στρανγερ ιν α στρανγε λανδ. Γρεετεδ βψ οτηερσ Ι εντερ τηειρ ωορλδσ, σοµετιµεσ ασ φριενδ, σοµετιµεσ ασ φοε. Μψ πατη, µψ ϖισιον βυρνινγ βριγητλψ, α λαµβεντ φλαµε, χοντινυουσ, εϖολϖινγ. Ι βυτ α µολεχυλε ωιτηιν τηε βοδψ οφ ουρ ηολψ λαδψ, σεεκινγ τηε εχστασψ τηατ λιεσ ωιτηιν λιφε, εξτραχτεδ φροµ τηε χρυδε µατεριαλ οφ εξιστενχε. Ι ωαλκ τηισ ωορλδ χοµπλετε, ανδ οφφερ γρεετινγ, ανδ ιν πασσινγ, υττερ α σιµπλε ωορδ: αδιευ.

And from this time, from this place and with this one, I enter the dream of dreams and walk amongst the shadow beings that surround me, yet know me not. One mask is affixed, then another, yet another. Within the conceptions that arise, a memory of all that I have seen, all that I have witnessed. Ionthe guides me, makes deep and rich the tapestry that unfolds before my senses. Azrael counsels me in the matter of adopting singularity. The earth supports and nurtures me. The stars beckon and cherish me, as again I walk forth a stranger in a strange land. Greeted by others I enter their worlds, sometimes as friend, sometimes as foe. My path, my vision burning brightly, a lambent flame, continuous, evolving. I but a molecule within the body of our holy lady, seeking the ecstasy that lies within life, extracted from the crude material of existence. I walk this world complete, and offer greeting, and in passing, utter a simple word: adieu.

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