Magic Keys
A Standing Reading Best Read Aloud
Stars, jewels of the night, and nebulae, blazing sign posts, mark the chart. Their beauty warns of violence and death. Collisions of galaxies crush suns. New Beings emerge from chaos and give their own, new life.
I must tell you
Cooperation, sacred and secret, is the initiation. Longing and yearning are the magic keys. The Divine Hierarchy, bursting with of Life force, beyond imagining, says, “Hello”.
Can you hear this
Sympathy, the Divine connection, waits for my ear. More than a sound, I am enveloped. Bathed in love and joy, my connection is complete.
Myth doesn’t help
Ancient tales make no difference. Eddas told around fire pits cannot be relied upon. Navigators know only their own seas. The road to the stars has no chart. Lurking beasts stalk me.
The rational mind is helpless
History will not repeat itself. The Cosmos is not going backwards. Forms disintegrate, never to reappear. Planets of men orbit suns locked in galaxies whose destiny is beyond the capacity of my mind. Yet, the call of the stars is certain. All hands hear!
Gazing Beyond Desire
Ambition, pitiless desire, attracts beasts who would devour my immortality.
They tout their call to mortal demise. For the moaning of beasts, should I indulge myself and forsake immortality. Pleasures of my body, destroy my soul.
The Great Helmsman
Psychic powers guide the hands on our helm. The Sacred Magic of longing and yearning are the stays and halyards of connection. The Divine Release casts us off on our journey. The journey all men long. We climb the sails in exultation, and man the oars, pulling to the great drum. Cosmic waves crash the decks, bathing us in stardust. Our ship, its’ wake foams, turbulent green radiance, tells the tale of where we have been. Quickly, we pass the near stars, the foam myth trailing, our Great Ship, marking the sea. Others, in another time, will see our wake. Glorious, this Great Sea, we sail!
Amen