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As I mentioned before, I read them all in 2005 (many sections twice) and was very much impressed by the material (an attempt to write a Dutch website about it can still be found here). But it has no link to psychedelics, at least not as far as the author is concerned.I cannot stress how important the science that David Wilcock has put togheter on www.divinecosmos.com is. It explains everything backing it up with science and he have 3 books called Convergence that goes into alot of detail regarding life and what is about to happen (theese books are free!).
I very often get the impression you (and/or others) are literally repeating phrases coined by these authors
She could just as well be a mythical figure. Is there reason to believe she really existed outside the imagination of inspired poets?Ahuaeynjxs a dit:Mary Magdalene was the first true conscious starseed that we still have records from.
Not if used for other imaginary poems.CaduceusMercurius a dit:Is there reason to believe she really existed outside the imagination of inspired poets?
White mountain
Thin hung the web like a trap in a cage,
The fox lay asleep in his lair
Fang's frantic paws told the tale of his sin.
Far off the chase shrieked revenge.
Outcast he trespassed where no wolf may tread,
The last sacred haunt of the dead.
He learnt of the truth which only one wolf may know,
The sceptre and crown of the king.
Howling for blood, One-eye leads on the pack,
Plunging through forests and snow-storm.
Steep rose the ridge, ghostly peaks climbed the sky,
Fang sped through the jungles of ice.
Hard on his tale, One-eye drew from the pack
An old hero conquered by none.
Steep, for too steep grew the pathway ahead
Descent was the only escape
A wolf never flees in the face of his foe
Fang knew the price he would pay
One-eye stood before him
With the crown upon his head
Sceptre raised to deal the deadly blow.
Fang, son of great Fang, the Traitor we seek,
The laws of the Brethren say this:
That only the King sees the Crown of the Gods
And he, the Usurper must die -
Snarling he tore at the throat of his foe
But Fang fought the hero in vain
Dawn saw the white mountain tinted with red
Never would the crown leave again
One-eye hid the crown and with laurels on his head
Returned amongst the tribe and dwelt in peace.
the solid time of change
(anderson/howe)
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading evry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course youre running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away.
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching out to call the color of the sky.
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see.
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind.
We relieve the tension only to find out the masters name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
Now that its all over and done,
Now that you find, now that youre whole.
Ii. total mass retain
(anderson/squire)
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love.
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand.
Theres you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we dont understand.
Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,
As armoured movers took approached to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close to the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by the corner.
Down at the edge, round by the river.
Sudden problems shouldnt take away the startled memory.
All in all, the journey takes you all the way.
As apart from any reality that youve ever seen and known.
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.
Down at the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
Iii. I get up, I get down
(anderson/howe)
In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking.
Saying that shed take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain. I get up,
I get down,
I get up,
I get down.
Two million people barely satisfy.
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late.
The eyes of honesty can achieve.
How many millions do we deceive each day?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
In charge of who is there in charge of me.
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
The truth is written all along the page.
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
Iv. seasons of man
(anderson/howe)
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems.
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temprance rules above.
Ah, ah.
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race.
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place.
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,
Called to witness cycles only of the past.
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.
Close to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that its all over and done,
Called to the seed, right to the sun.
Now that you find, now that youre whole.
Seasons will pass you by,
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up.
Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun
Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble and turn.
Lotus's lean on each other in union.
Over the hills where a swallow is resting.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
Over the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine.
Morning to birth is born into shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of
the sun, the heart of the sun.
Who is the man who arrives at the wall?
Making the shape of his questions at asking.
Thinking the sun will
fall in the evening.
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the
controls for the heart of the sun.The heart of the sun, the heart of the
sun.