A Prophecy: Illumination of Six by Four

Prophecy II

Unable to find rest in the heart of shadow, illumination of six is sought by four

After personal revelation divined, the fate of the bird of Jove comes…

As it lays mired in struggle and conflict with anxious unsatisfied desires

It has only itself to credit for its immersion in the shadowy fluid of Selene’s obscurity

..Embraced by deception and disgrace, the Hunter now falls deeper in despair

It seeks the guidance of the mature and bold in harvest to resuscitate its fortunes and to return it to the path of success and peace

There will be respite after an illness so grim but it will only be temporary

The weary predator then submerges itself in nostalgia and faded images long since vanished unaware of the calamity in its wake

It will be a complete and sudden reversal of substance catching the majority of her fold unawares

Such misery and disillusionment mantels both the just and unjust as old beliefs are irrevocably broken down

There is no trust, no friendship as much of what was becomes undone

Only the sword brings comfort as conflict reigns

This is what must be in the time of Aries

All children must wait patiently for a time and times in fear, in pain, in hunger, in death for the current chapter to close and another begins anew

As the orb rises, the Oracle closes

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth


Necessary but Unwanted Soul Mates – A Plea to Pain and Fear (A Poem)

Pain_Fear III

Where do we go from here?  We are together both day and night in every quarter and in every season our union bonded inextricably by the Blacksmith

One who has invoked this phase of uncertainty has caused the infernal army of Hannibal to live and wage war with sharp and heated steal within

Through you he has imparted a curse and a blessing that i cannot as of yet fully comprehend

As we are initially thrust together, your presence is suffocating

I can neither breathe nor think, virtually immobilized by your sisters embrace

She ensures that hesitation and mistrust will be a constant companion upon leaving the Forge

In the two of you self-doubt is manifested a thousand fold and mirrors my reflection in every direction

But in chaos you endeavor to instruct my growth and development as I fight against you at every turn resisting all overtures

It is much too soon to give ear to your guidance much less understand it.  For now, subsisting on the rawness of you is more than I can bear – nothing else exist or matters

Father promises that I will come to accept you and your wisdom but employing Patience is essential

His sanguine words falls upon deaf ears as it is a cost I am unwilling to incur but Pain_Fear IIcertainly one that cannot be avoided

But within the deep recesses of my psyche, I perceive another anvil lies waiting anxiously on the horizon and that your exasperating lectures must be endured if i am to survive the next encounter

For now, I ask once again, “Where do we go from here?”

Mystic II

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Another Thought in Deep Contemplation


In this once luxurious and pristine mansion where one wanted for nothing

…with parents away sibling rivalry continues unabated

In parochial conduct and in pure selfishness, they bitterly wage war with one another escalating with the passage of each season

…there is nothing that holds reverence within the tribe of adolescents

The only aim is to establish oneself as the rightful authority exercising dominion over all in the absence of their progenitors

Slowly, chaotically the edifice is eroded from within

…weathered by sectarian violence and the purity of their ignorance

There is neither surcease of blame nor sorrow

To be sure, the consequences of their puerile actions incurs an enormous toll which none can afford to pay

A house truly divided against itself will fall to be sure

…then comes the hoard of conquerors laying waste to all

There is no place to run, no place to hide

No disparity between the masses now. Only regret, heartache, pain and death is equally distributed among the benighted children

No time for reflection of one’s part in the theatrical tragedy that has fully unfolded

Equality is now restored…in darkness

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi Thoth

A Phrophecy To A Generation of the Blind

Here in the darkness as Jupiter lies upon the foot of Ophiuchus I stare into the abyss of that which will be shortly upon us as a warning to the current generation.  Assembled ten to speak that which is feared to be spoken.  Oh misguided generation, you stand as misers, wrapped within your own lust and misguided in deeds and desires.  You, who are crossed believing in sympathy, understanding and in your own practicality and honor as the way to salvation.  A Judgement will be shortly upon you.

You have been reared in much prosperity and bliss resulting in your childish notions of a universal love and passion that cannot be as of yet.  You see through the eyes of rose colored glasses which has no place in this time.  For they present to you false hopes, images and deluded dreams.  Through them only disappointment and death awaits.

There you stand as the Fool, enthusiastic, optimistic with only pleasure and frivolity as your companion.  Imaging yourselves as one that is on a quest rushing headstrong into the fray to right wrongs of the past and plant the seeds of Utopia!   However,  this gallant achievement may not be realized without understanding, true pain and suffering.   Yes, you see yourselves as the brave and honorable knight; the hero or heroine with great skill and might.  But you impetuously charge into the unknown without fear and the wisdom of the wise.   A great Crisis awaits you, one that has not been known before.  A Calamity that will rock you and the rest of the world to its very foundations.   Unbelievable pain, anguish, sickness, persecution and turmoil will you find children.

Humble yourselves in its wake.  You must find the internal strength to not only over come the external challenges that lay waste to your world but the internal demons that have cultivated ignorance and arrogance within you.  Look to the elders, the wise Hierophant, for wisdom and to the generation that follow for inspiration.   That which lies shortly ahead could possibly destroy all that is, has been and could ever be.  It has been rooted in the vanity of your ancestors and cultivated in greed, arrogance, ignorance, lust and selfishness.  But do not forsake hope,  knowledge of the past, understanding of what is and wisdom for what could be.  In this there will be your greatest chance to create something new and exceptionally good, beautiful and ever-lasting.  That which has not been seen for ages.

Now the eye begins to close and rest must be obtained for the Oracle.

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth




I would own the greatest castle if I were not so simple of a man

I would wear the most expensive mode if I were not so disgusted by the envy of others

I would immerse myself in the wonderment of my Mother’s nature if others had not defiled it so

I would accumulate treasure and wealth beyond measure if it were not so corrupted by the souls of the foolish

I would navigate all the tranquil seas of this world if they had not been so polluted by ignorance

I would be enslaved by Aphrodite’s passion if it had not been reduced to vanity and trinkets of illusion by Madmen

I would save Nation and World from its insecure, parochial, vindictive, paranoid un-enlightenment consuming conscience and soul in its journey into the abyss if it were not for the fact that I simply don’t care

For what purpose then beautiful and enigmatic Creation, is it to desire, to live and then to perish?

In Athena’s name I beseech thee for Solomonic wisdom!

I invoke Descartes’ pondering, “I Think Therefore I AM” but what meaning holds this in elucidation in purity and truth of a living death where to live evokes no passion or purpose?

Am I ugly for feeling, or for not feeling?

And…if I may ask, or you ugly like me so that I am not alone?

Mystic II

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New Horizons

Regret & Reflection II

There in the distance lies evidence of the great force of the wind in the sails that went previously unnoticed

There just beyond the mountain peak, rays of sun-light illuminate hidden valley pathways leading to cavernous indentations of the landscape before unseen

At my side, diligently standing but never before appreciated remains friend, comforter and confidant always taken for granted

Now the death of an old life is at hand and new horizons await.  That which had been muzzled by ignorance and vanity is finally released from the blast of Gabriel’s Trumpet

I shook with fear and then cried tears of joy as I came to understand the true nature of the journey is in each step taken and not the journey’s end

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth


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Dark clouds approach foreboding the Devil’s Day

But I have known for some time and now the Sinner’s are gonna pay

The putrid taste of Blood still lingers in my mouth

It might as well be water because it’s just as thin contrary to what most will say

For a score I’ve been tormented by lost souls

And lets not forget that poor seed growing in the weeds – bad choices were made

All are into arrears to Satan for a sum that can never be re-paid

On the eve of atonement, there on the mountaintop I stand

In fire and fury with E’PEE in hand

One by one their hearts are seared without conscience, without mercy

Until to an uneasy rest their debts are laid

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

A Prayer from the Weary Child

Enki I

A world immersed in greed, envy, pettiness and turmoil

Its inhabitants suffering from delusions of grandeur and complete amnesia with connections to the past – that which binds them cohesively to the here and now

Here I sit contemplating “why” and the meaning of “what was” and “what is” against a backdrop of the noise of humanity and their devious machinations

There is no peace, there is no serenity, there is no balance

until what was lost is found again and the integrity of both who and what we truly are has been restored

Where our parents moved freely among us endeavouring to mentor in all that can be known and reveling in each infant step taken forward

Take a look round now and see how far we have devolved even with contemporary comforts and technology; it seems as though our very existence has come undone

I beg then in the name of our Father of old to grant me the tranquility of the knowledge of Ancestors past and the embodiment of His wisdom

To dwell amongst Family where the distance between Heaven and Earth are mere steps to be traversed with little effort

Reveal to me the times of Enki and of Enlil and the Heavenly Hosts that once were prevalent and abided with us on Terra Firma

Within there is no judgement, no sides to be taken but only understanding, knowledge and the wisdom of all things that are sought as a constant companion

Therefore, be not far from me, hear my plea and make haste to minister unto me


Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Poem 711 – Sometimes

Wisdom I

I just thought I’d say hello while you tell me good-bye

The sun is going down quickly and I thought about selling my only Renoir along with some old CD’s

The world is on Pause from common sense so what the hell difference does it make what I do

I see that the accordion is accompanying the violin but my Faithful won’t go along with as I go in through the back door

Laughter can be heard from the back pews while they’re crying at the front of the wedding chapel

The dog should return soon from walking the wife and kids which means I don’t have much more time to play

my left wrist is in a lot of pain but looking on the bright side, I don’t have to worry about going to the gym this week

I believe some secrets should remain secret

If I drink enough I will have forgotten all about it anyway … What was I thinking about?

No matter, in today’s world an attention span is much overrated

It’s been nice taking time to record some thoughts for no one in particular before I get back to living life … or someone else’s

I mean the television is not going to watch itself am I right?

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi Thoth II



21st Century Life

21st Century III

Angst consumes me with every word that is heard and spoken; with every image my eyes behold

The foul stench of the chemical industrial air suffocates metamorphing the foundations of every living thing

Nary a word of truth is ever spoken and ignorance is the universal law that is forced upon the masses and the classless classes to their jubilation

Mammon is the god of choice – desired and worshiped above all others

Can you see it?  Can you hear it?  Can you feel it?

Where to turn for truth? Where to turn for justice? Where to go for an infinitesimal grain of peace or for just a piece of infinitesimal grain to nurture the body?

Sustenance in bounty everywhere but none fit for consumption. With conflict so lucrative, the price of repose is at an all-time premium so no rest for the weary.

There is at least tekhnologia to surrender self and conscience without consideration of consequence.21st Century IV  Ha, I like that said the blind man.

I can see it!  I can hear it!  I can feel it!

My God, how did the chalice get so empty and we not realise it?

Oh well, fuck it! Let’s just have some cake and sing…

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes


Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II