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© 2005 Maria Moon

A STORY........THE ELVEN KINGDOM OF SOUND

And then the fear subsided. The heavy wooden door was
openend by only a tiny, tiny key. Now there was no
borders, they became the same thought, the same
feeling, the same journey on the spine of the dragon.
The fairies soft whispers tickled their faces as they
entered the elven kingdom of sound.

Everything became known, every thought, every feeling,
every unopened flower blossomed.
"Ain soph," the serpent whispered swallowing his tail.
The absolute, nothingness yet encompassing the whole
world.

Step by step they climb the white ladder, as they
reach the top there is another ladder, they climb this
ladder and reach a tall open doorway. The doorway is
carved in ancient symbols that are unrecognisable to
the eye.

 "Ain soph," they hear the serpents whisper in the
air, "you are that."

The symbols float off the doorway and merge into the
journeymen and just like that it became understood.
The ancient knowledge was part of them, their entire
being pulsated with the understanding of nothingness
encompassing all.

The floor in the room was warm on their bare feet
and the smell of frankinsence carressed their body.
In the centre of the room stood a woman. Her green
dress flowed like liquid and her eyes embraced them
like she understood. She handed each person a small
gold amulet with the sacred crescent moon carved in
the centre. The amulet entered the hands of the
bearers and traveled through their bodies where it
embedded in their hearts. Like a piece that had been
forgotten, the amulet created a deep sense of ecstasy
and in their hearts it remained where no-one could
take it from them.

The feeling of wholeness pulsated through their
being; tears fell to the floor and merged to create a
reflective puddle.

Each one of the journeymen gazed into the reflection
and saw five boulders positioned in a circle on top of
a green mountain.

As fast as the vision appeared, they found themselves
teleporting through the silky liquid to stand on the
boulders. The scent of frankinsence was replaced with
the freshness of dew at the break of dawn. Millions of
crystals sparkled like diamonds in the grass. The
clouds merged together, pulled the rocks closer until
they joined to form a tunnel.

They melted gracefully into the tunnel and became part
of a deep rumbling sound. The sound was so deep that
it was heard with their hearts, the sound of the
Universe before creation.....

Every other sound that they once knew was erased
from their beings and replaced with this new
vibration.

A deep sense of blissful calm permeated the realities
of the journeymen, reality and fantasy became one, the
laws of manifestation and creation completely
tangible.

The journeymen held all of this in their beings,
knowing how to open any door with their minds and how
to fly on the spine of the dragon under any
circumstance. They took all of this experience with
them into their world, their own personal realities
interconnected with all, intertwined with my fantasy.

The fairies soft whispers tickled their faces, Blessed
Be.

THOUGHTS ON COSMIC REALISM

i acknowledge my connection with the cosmos, i see all
creatures and all beings interconnected, intertwined.
i bring my knowledge of the cosmos, the cosmic plan to
be grounded here on earth. I care not for the stage
magician, the stage wizard, perhaps trapped in cosmic
illusion.

i call for a life of cosmic realism, truth,
sensitivity, acknowledging reality. Take an idea and
make it a fixed idea, in tune with the laws of nature,
one that is alive and conducive to our growth, this
fixed idea becomes an ideal. Coloured with fantasy and
enveloped in dreams.Become this idea, live a life of
idealistic reality, of realistic fantasy. Fantasy is
NOT illusionary, as long as it is in harmony with
nature.

Let us be real, let us be so real , let us be so
natural that we realise the supernatural.
Honour your uniqueness.

JIM MORRISON

The misplaced shamen,
terrified of himself
drowned his visions and erased his light
to embrace death,
to teach
to perform
to change the way we are, only for a short stay,
long enough for the devil to take control
lust
greed
forgetfulness
of our True Self.
      And out of his dismay he gave birth to wings
they took him away.
Oh Morrison, so much to give
so much knowledge
wisdom
unrecognised gifts
you are beautiful
you belong
the ego destroyed you
the ego is the devil.
We are God
then we are the devil also.
To embrace and become the Love and the Hate
we are not seperate
to be aware that the two lie within us
always
sleeping
dreaming
and feeding us
for eternity and beyond
one day
we
  must
       choose
             set the other free
    to lay dormant once again.

i breathe in, you breathe out. we say goodbye until
hello is uttered once again.