I hope you enjoy the entirety of this work and find a lasting Ring of Truth to cherish…Incidentally you will find that the story composed has multiple endings for as to be complete it has fulfilled the planes of reality.The art expressed in the following pages is meant to successively draw your mind toward a light in the spirit of this work along the journey it will last as the light of the sun.

SORCERER IN THE MIST A SECRET IN EMBER - - The profound book of LOVE

I am the SORCERER IN THE MIST …I live by the doctrine of fate to be upheld by the wind…

CHAPTER 1This is the unified lore of the Ember Halls of the Sorcerer in the Mist… Ancient magi of the astral and magic of the olden words…If the paths of this tale are found by the reader and fortune dictates the unseen seen then ships of great powers moved in times created the all seeing eye of a greater glory the eye born of the magi in the great desert of time…- Ancient magic of the astral and magi of the olden worlds… The way is to come, to the master’s soul, proving the lasting lore of the pulse from an opal gate to harden the spirit and work in a path from a soul of the Earth – In time – making the hardened and pure road of the faithful redeemed…

Born of the Moon to a hunger a surreal force then within the sanctum of burning embers, I live where thought becomes the passage into the deep to forge the growth in crystal roses where chill winds in walking daydreams seal the powers from your touch I awoke and I focus my belief to the acts of flame to hold the pentacle rite in the breath of dreams where I am defenseless and totally blind - I am dreaming light I ask of the moon to journey high so I shall pass the gifts of the astral sky Below shrouded by night I deliver the one final grace in the fields of high grass covered in midnight dew where the full moon sparkles across the nightlands a form from mists takes shape and I am taken in deep cover as shrouds of the ethereal part and in the haze in the dream’s room I find complete illumination silent fogs leave no traces of my earth bound soul for I fly within the glow of a thousand moons where the fog covers the earth and in the cool depth I linger for an eternity to discover my will…The terrapin turtle made of mist and fog is my vessel to take on the eternal a journey of evolution and speeding light - The life force of the stars is imbued inside my soul this I find guided in a final trek a journey to uncover the dream of creation and the meaning of the moment a feel for the destiny of the soul and in the still heavens where the opal light is the door to the life and tropic paradise of Eden - There lies no stone in Eden that is older than holy fire and Earth is given a stable light by the creative and as my journey delves into the destined paths of astral travel I find the Avarshina Eye the opal gate of living fire heaven on the crystal moon ages of reincarnated flames – the debt to god solidified by the faith and the purity I see in the glyph which is lining the dream with a life force and a path to the redemption of sealing the fate…

BEHOLD THE POWERS OF DREAM

Be agile within these pages and learn the maps of legend…AS WELL AS THE ENERGIES OF BEYOND… – In the texts of an alien world astral law is revealed reflecting the eternal life of the universe and fire is the purifying power to prove that the love in the heart is true. All law is forged by the rule of the eternal.

For the curious world in the mind and the greatest mysteries of the spectrums of life itself answer flows through the creation of legends and in each word there is a deeper meaning. The path of soul is lore laden with mystery and I warn –this tale of creative power draws the message out and finds healing answer to draw the future and find the core of creation…What is the blood of creation? – Naught but a crimson wave to envelop the plain statement of eternity in answers that face our life to this day – pressing our mind to engage the eternal where destiny is known to exist as active forces that form the face of religion and life itself. The energy of the crimson wave spells the fate of our days and tests the mind of the future to build the past in life – Ancients left long ago within the parted mist…Wherein a map of yore has left us to wander into the light. Within the brilliance of the sun the light of the day is a gift of supernatural birth from the center of the earth to the limitless skies, auras folding wave on high…Serve the rites of spring and fall - bathe in the light of creation. The worlds of a divided sky honor the night and reveal the sight – as the mighty descended and revealed the guiding light an ageless star with the mark of our lives we are blessed and feel the web’s expanse onward into eternity - an age of stardust that decided human life…

The truest power serves only the soul and loving memory is the greatest will drawing your faith to its calling. Send the love I have so forgotten and the tolling of the bell to draw the faithful to their knees – Trinity – Legends of the great spirits in the folds of reality within the sealed walls of the maze wrought by the mind where true love is your greatest ally as a flowing lore that proves presence is positive and fulfilling – I am striking through the realm within as a lightened bolt of electric legend Answer from any modern lore is a broken message so in this tale I felt there was a need for the poetry to tell the lightness and play a role in suspended beliefs so that the essence flows with the Zoroastrian quest – TRUTH…I also believe a tale concerning intelligent design would hold up in its weight and relative nature as to be a beacon for beliefs to be tested and evaluated or even mastered…Desire in lore is a test to fly with the arrow to realize the heart’s will. The tears for the love we never forget are nourishing the rose of the spirit blooming in the hidden desert of the eternal now heralding the birth of a new world…Let the love everlasting become the greatest fortune; as I have dreamt of this tale it plays a role in my life and the place it holds is of great use and reverence a gift of the spirit and eternity –

The deepest call a legend in a world of an infinite sage – The Star magi draw all lines in the sage’s heart and make the eternal light cast an ancient course of the current a brightened sense of natural design in the stream of the forest, glowing emerald water lighted within by the ancient sun Wander into paths behind the sky -

The Earth; hidden in shade countless ferns follow deep within for this is the magical mindscape - A gift of forever glorified within the Great Tree of Gaia points to the face of the soul. The astral course of life is founded in the heart of the wind - Astral wind has whispered: the might of glory’s search led an event horizon - for all broken equations vanish within the maze of deep space returning a single grain of sand to become a soul – To light the majesty of the Time of Lions to the infinite level search the light of the guardian world. Direction of greatness usually befalls its might and the world lies ever changing – As the current sweeps within the redwood gate there lay a peaceful secret within the shafts of light – the forests’ canopy reveals a burning eye an ageless sight to a recall of passing years… Legend speaks in golden verses of – a thousand poles of Earth struck by heated lightning, shaped in the winds Worshipped in time – covered by the geomancer to the lore of past rites – Pyramids of the forgotten stone – perpetual, shrouded in myths – Earth’s energy in times of yore…The sacrificial honor; a tribute to the gods in a legendary dance…Mystics devised sacred places of power over legend – light glowing from the temple sites – a guidance from the star above within Orion’s belt Power of sight comes from within the circle of stones…for with this sight reclaim your visions and follow the all-powerful season of the sage when your soul is pure and the heartbeat calls…as we follow forever time evolves and our soul is found before the time of the lions. The heart envelops the unity’s lore in secret, and speaks in an ancient language opening the surreal - follow this to the way of rebirth…passage to the soul of nature. Within the reaches of humanity’s final key is the totality of the soul’s grasp harnessed by the heart the witness to time’s birth is connected to paths of the great soul the scale of the infinite deed and the unreachable.

The sway of the wind hints at the wings of the past and death to its rite – Ask: the forgiven be forgotten and the last message of time to sing and call open sky to hearth - there asked a nighthawk of your soul to fire, return and be… The skies were golden as the ages -The ages of the wind are written in the soul they are told in the slightest breeze, it seems to say things in the simplest of terms, beyond in realms of emotion it speaks with clear and wise words. Facing the demons of place and telling nothing…A cure for the stillness. A surreal companion with a single breath – a gift of the precious wholeness and a mastery of the element – a passage of wonders in the tune of forever and the brilliance of life. A wild and ancient force in the wind sends an underworld into the fire or a wave into the depths of space and time telling us to hear the winds whisper of timeless voids - the sweet spring breeze - a single power sends it flowing to speak volumes and holding the ancient perfume of the rite a new beginning is answered by the mind of the wise and savored --- Powers are endlessly written and as the methods of gain are many the paths of destruction are told in the passing of the wind. The message of life is to be determined by the infinite crimson wave but be assured that to rest upon the great birth of light and legend speaks faintly words of truth in blessed light and shadow and it is with these words that I tell the message of the wind… For be warned to know this delicious secret is to become infinite –

A Gate of Light and Shadow –A winged serpent guarded a city of the crystal moon not built by human hands we delve into its lost passage in search of the bloom…I pass on the knowledge of the hereafter in hopes that it shall be ascertained and not gained – As the Kingdom of Shadows reveals truth to a lucky journeyer no man may conquer it and as the Kingdoms of Light are one no man may divide them…So too shall light and shadow be joined as they enter ancient rites and as a sacred journey is forged; a single path remains untrodden, unviolated and invincible The ancient way leads to the knowing spirit and the light it holds passes to the soul a golden aura…As the gateways to both are won in the heart for a single man may know all but in a journey of rite it is told that he will not. The Gate of the Phoenix is the passage to divine justice and wills and as we know more of its legend we gain the immortal eye…The eye of fire opens inside the coils of the Red Serpent to uncover astral legend as darkness or total light a focused ethereal speck in unlimited cosmos. The lasting legend of the Red serpent is a pure tale of mankind’s search for the unknown and resolve, a journey of eternal power - a soul’s redemption and love as well as the lore of meaning residing in man’s heart which can lead into both - light or dark. The might of legend has driven many mad and the realm of the void is gained only in and - of the ancestral destiny. The all-knowing is flowing in the flash of the vacuum of thoughts that embody the void. The Kingdom of Shadows holds no soul - the light is the spirit and oneness is the Gift of God. As the rite of death is a passing - a rite still can evoke the spirit in ANCESTRAL BLOOD and the reading of the oracle’s hymns send waves to the recently deceased and flow within the Astral and the core of thoughts that made that spirit unique, all light must be captivated and held within the armor of the living soul. The ancients pass into knowing voids to deliver themselves and love is a recurring vision of a comforting beach; and infinite healing power flowing from each wave. The woman – love returning to life from the other side a rebirth of souls and a grasp at an eternity with this mysterious soulmate for as well as she is known I find her deceptively sweet and she fulfills the reaches of my soul and spirit. Follow her I am told by the divine spark, to the center of your path, she lies waiting - for the real life to begin. For the one she wants is you; the life the reality the forces of these plain motions in eternal light would stand in season, so take your luck and try a surely revealing eternal truth: love will always be ready for your soul to return to its’ breezy skies. Finding my life in the infinite sands…one could easily lose the place to search the beaches of the spiritual – I could describe the eternal power of the wave or the brilliant light of the hummingbird within a flowering garden – but to me the most reached for aesthetic is in the eye…The grace of lives beyond a single thought and the energy barraging the soul to impart memories - a seal unto the senses…I am the viewer of the Astral Seal. To find one’s self easily among paradise within the power of the Earth and the flowing winds to blow the sand and clouds all seems impossible yet here we are and I am waiting for the wings of my spirit to find their invisible grasp on the infinite to take my souls vision onward and ever upward – The shape beauty is, the light, the formation of this wait – as total realization of the mind within the expanse of the astral plane is to journey that final shining future. The births of the crystal moons are forged from the cores of stars from rite and the burning ether the Children of the Dawn are bearing the realms into heaven…Sunrise…in search of a dawn holding

inner light a dawn of man’s insight – Insignia of time casting all white Dawn of time all things alight All things alight in this dawn of might, revolving roses of light in time you fall and as it might a new day begins.----- Master the faith in your heart within making room for the Lord of Heaven. Work in the paths of the light so that the blind may win sight in the presence of god as a working miracle of life. Journey to the light and the ability of his world to capture us in its beauty will hold true. May all who believe in worlds eternal begin to receive a holy rebirth the gift of God Understand the many - listen to the few and believe in all as we take the communion of spirit in the light of our work collective to understand his voice within us… as we reach for the spirit within let us pass the gift of our worlds in offer to the eternal purpose within the sanctity of forgiveness and let us all ask for a return to light…There is only one who lives in every legend and who shares the pure beliefs of the eternal existence of love, and this legend of souls connecting in beauty within the Astral and Physical a gateway to the Immortal Soul. Making all whole in his image, he lives on and shares of creation –the divine master of heart in body mind and spirit – for my faith will be answered as a heartbeat and I shall retain the memories of this life’s searches and his wills and act according to this in unity and spirit in seeing the world as a portal of thought, as the grace of his will and finding friends within the unknowing acquaintance… In this; the path of the infinite plays and the world has ever changed Let this poetry read - a solitary breath – truth as soul in - legend… and from the trials for love’s existence as a force of change. Let light find a path in GOD and in faith a home…

CHAPTER 2 Of the beginning, where life was in a perfect state and where light fell and rose, for natural law. Puma Punku the ancient exists today standing in time an evidence of technological past. Although wayward kings talk of alchemy and magic of the night, death was just as far as living in a bolder realm, war seeming unavoidable finding a name to bear the weight of the lore…A story for the age of the soul; of light, dark, technology and lore where the calling of opalline gates: bring a birth of light inside circles of megaliths with guidance and inscriptions from the Children of the Dawn telling of a God Particle revolution that would forge the dream of immortality from afar by ritual magic and the divine to make the opal gate bring the living light – volatile and bold like a scrying reflection in a mirror the forms of ancient enigmas bring oneness – vivid upon inspection but yielding no psyche a second wind of times ancient paths. The temple processes of eternal mindscapes reveal a darkness at the distant some say cursed hands of the Dark Elves – a great power zone in a sphere of time in Atlantis known as the Polarus Age heightens the simple truth of visitation

and builds the depth of legendry flowing into the inner spaces of the void it is within these places that the legend was born…Turning the fables enlightenment from a stair for passing over washing us in knowing forces for breaking all biological strands and polishing the dust from our earthen minds into forces of ruin where all known is relived to the total recall of the void of the mind. It is only through an understanding that living legends are formed and passed from beings to the spirits in the material waves of time and subjected to its laws – this work of lore brings the laws into a guiding invisible force that if named eternal would begin your life in a flowing golden song, a new day would rise to speak to humankind leading its races to paths further from the ancient calamity – this is the song of Puma Punku an ancient mystery – the god particle created an event horizon in which the released powers of every civilization confronted the “gods” and were assimilated and then scattered – when the soulstones are found – justice will be done in all that will be, known and entrusted a source awakens in each of the timeless halls and when the lasting eternal questing kind building the timeless are found – the Children of the Dawn will return in the shining reflection of the Ark…

Immortal crimson figures in ancient helms made of gold and platinum bring offering to the fires – the red cloaks they adorn burn in visionary essence and waves of eminence in the hallway of the timeless. The Ahnk and eternity burns in their eyes in a magical force of the mind, and the god particle is carried into the void and imbues the emerald sword beyond limits of existence like the passing of an Olympic flame the sword is complete in its passage the rite resting in the purity of the heritage of dreamers: the Illuminati – on Earth making the blood of creation the final memory for a resting site of the relic to imbue with rite where they were worthy to build, ascend and translate the eternal – such is Puma Punku and the war and the god particle had been made to dwell in the paths of the stars but the positive aspect is making life develop after the stars align, guiding us the whole time offering spectrums of force, of destiny and stardust like newly fallen dew in eternal gardens they would develop with the power of the maker and changing fire winds of legend and destiny the source of creation eternally builds like a body of stars to shroud and protect… Delve into the ember where the mana has been spoken sacred. In burning passages we journey for the lost relics to enchant space and time – a lightening lore of the phoenix the sword Radiel a chance to become the light and glimpse the ever-beaming mind’s eye -- Fly with me within the Opal Gate into enclosed realms of mystic beauty and cosmic powers of tingling static energies and lightning of the inter-dimensional path. Lore and myth will the guided words from the mind of the seers resounding of senses heavenly bells like fire and golden light.

Le Serpent Rouge brings tides of answers and the holy sign of righteousness bound in earthen realms we dance as ripples of time, in the beginning time remained like a bird of fire – Rise to rebirth and like a wind the soul will send the prayer for the final incarnation of the dream…Fiery likenesses in the realms of time within dual lives guided by the powers of yore and magic such as love…And a gift of time beacons throughout the world “allow God a journeyers kindness and become engaged with

the ever-present power of life” By the light of the sun love wills his return – A possession will enchant the soul and bring you to endless vistas where the Children of the Dawn do whisper in sacred tongue across the ancient cosmos linked in the natures of the grand design words that sear the pages of destiny…Arcing power of day Arcing powers of night the miracles of the past live within as adventure and secret. The grand nature of Puma Punku is thoroughly intending mystery to behold, for the importance of the mystery and the rites forming the passage of the souls of all matter is a part of all equations that last throughout time. The powers in the time of yore found it necessary that Tiajuanaco was the home of humans – Pilgrims that surveyed the skies for the ascended race of giants and carried legends to mankind that the gods created Puma Punku in a single fateful night…If the paths of this tale are found by the reader fortune dictates the unseen seen …Eternity burns in lightness within the realm of the phoenix…This is the important recall of the Ember Halls of the Sorcerer in the Mist where the universe enchanted resides, for the uninitiated: the existence of the Phoenix Gate as we searched for the Divine in the book…As you read you will be existing in God’s time as we feel the words and follow their triumph in love and lore – Ethereal truths in the line of FOREVER…The wind chants the fire in our name giving the world a time anew BELIEVE IN THE WIND – FOR ITS NAME IS ETERNAL…allow God a journeyers kindness and in light he will heal a kindred soul as the Pyramid will guide a seer amongst stars. Under a pure sky finding a world of my own I forged a gorge passive yet impressive it will remain my mark a souls wake in the tide of countless winters – A work of passage – An Oracle of Hope in poetic language to behold – the endless – the Ember Halls where truths are alight and the supernatural takes breath – Where life is eternal, colors are light and light is color – The endless vistas take hold wherein the minds truth is to unfold, for it is from our mind that eternity is built where gods set sail into the unknown leaving no trace but for relics and monumental stone…

What follows is a glimpse of growth in Dreamblade technology a lost art of the Illuminati and the mark of the Children of the Dawn, this tale of lore which is told in the mind of a Freemason in searching death’s door – becomes - a link in life, in an archeological branch in an art of comatose dreamweaving. When his recalling of this tale is made it is as an account that will take the mind of the future into the realm of tangible theory and lore… as well as the positive presence of the heart – for we are forever…

Life is long and its journey takes you to the reaches of your soul and the heights of your spirit – as sacred rite will always call into the wind as a flame that burns and causes the body pain. If you find that the life you possess is in a state of a lasting force of desire and pain - answers be with god in the changing and eternal. There is no other to answer a calling of mixed desire and a weak or hollow soul but the divine and the journey. I have often searched the answers out but as my life led to paths of the arcane and imaginative growth in a secretive program for mind power studies I learned that as we can draw from the recess of power within the waves of thought that encompass our pasts so too can we ask that hard question of our god

though it is not always pure to seek their answers. The use of heavenly intelligence was cast by lore –FALLEN ANGEL was the term used in ancient times as one who was a warrior soul of the magi and was given heavenly rein over ritual processes on Earth to decide the fate of the crimson wave…

On January 11, 2013 there was a visitation by an inter-dimensional craft above the Mediterranean in which the craft appeared from nowhere, hovering directly above the sea. It dropped a small pod from its hull and within ten minutes the pod returned and as it ascended it raised a portion of the sea floor, a pile of rocks, above sea level. The craft then disappeared leaving no trace…A superior relic from the seas depths was found at the site (the center of the Mediterranean) where the pile of rocks and boulders had appeared – an Ahnk with supernatural aura was imbedded in one of the boulders surrounded by trilobite fossils. At once we knew, that we were never alone, for Earth bore a deeper secret – the power of knowledge, a power that cursed many ancients amongst the universe. A key of the relic lies in the connecting of civilizations; and one of the key threads that emerges – Atlantis. And the superior powers of the Ahnk essential to the dawning of a new age, an era of positive and creative force, reviving the spiritual and the technologic experience of the gods to be delivered upon its acquisition…My dreams – the futures of man now trace mythology and I hardly ever sleep now, like the rest of humanity a side effect of the awakening property of the Ahnk, in ways a part of this is from a blending of energies, a supernatural power of being – emerging powers over geomancy and time…Healing is slowly awakening as the myths of our age fall away and the kernels of truth are found. A new age is rising over Earth; an age of presence and guidance where the visionary roles of humanity grow with the day a coming age of the astral traveler and the star magi…

CHAPTER 3A friend of mine, a Vietnam Veteran, who had never been welcomed home who continued to suffer deep stress and psychological scars until his disappearance leaving only a sealed report and a letter leading to a deeper mystery. I will call this soldier Richard. I shall recount the sealed report’s introduction that plainly stated: “To my friend, Anthony ---- Andean Miracles do exist and were common place as relays between the Nazca lines the Zone of Silence the Blue Hole, and the Bermuda Triangle synch with the Mayan Calendar at the beginning of the 14th Bahktun time cycle.”

I wondered are the large scale revelations relayed by Richard in connection with his mysterious disappearance? Let me tell you what there is to be known – the intermingling forces in civilization – life began in alien worlds – the Nazca Lines were created by giants and they illustrate a map to find the center of the Great Blue Hole of Belize that leads one to a gateway within an ancient cistern…by the alignment of the Plieades. The report continues on to say that this portal leads to additional

powers over geomancy by humans for passage through the use of the monoliths for interstellar travel. Secretly originated by the Illuminati in ancient Peru instructions for reading the lines were written in the stars and built upon contact with the Ahnk. The Zone of Silence is where the Illuminati were created and vanished into space the first time travelers…Building tech – Geomancy – Esp and Remote Viewing the world over – I think this is where my tale begins.

The government held a tie to Freemasonry and its searches for truth and sacred relic; and through the issue of highest order we received the Ahnk to study with all of our resources…

As a Freemason sacred rites are commonplace, but after a time with the flowing powers coursing within the new found relic a power is released and teaches me to deal from beyond the planet to reach my goal of enlightenment. I’ve always been drawn to dramatic change and have chosen to draw a methodic perfection in my life. In my past - in life I was drawn to the artistic at times linked into the creative as my motto was that if there is a blank page or canvas I must decipher its meaning and create…So experiments began with the Ahnk, an ancient relic of enchantment with the ability to unlock the stars inherent powers, the human mind and possibly more. I brush in a mist lying low in a valley of ancient forests – I paint the remnants of a brokedown palace as the jewel of my past lightened by sweet lore. I have a lust for lost history and a respect for death in life and learn from it as it paints the hereafter, as a lasting view of time in the world, bonds of the eternal are broken and then renewed. The Ahnk is confirmation of the powers of alien civilizations and the relic is hypnotic with the living magic of God’s return. It pulls me in, a beacon of ethereal beauty it gives off a soft glow and unlocks the Lore of Enoch, written of in a lost book of the Bible. My life is all I have as a return in the depth of ethereal time. I am a faithful man – I believe in a lasting faith of the impossible to be held as possible in the greatness of humans and the resounding belief of answers in the realms of society and its history. But the answers in the universe are the path and the way I found my life…through death and to the other side –

Follow your soul to defeat in light the deepest dreams will arise…

A journey that holds the Key – this is the answer, the past, the quest…

And now the telling…

I learn from the past – from its images and structure. I was not always in faith but the trials of my darkness have taught that I will do better in my own belief. Lesser visions beheld by humans have formed a path turning to the fated role of humanity’s downfall; that, as of yet was to reveal paths to truth in dreams. I found passages that evaded mankind in induced dream-states I was contacted by an eternal being of truth - Zoroaster who passed an innate connection of light and science. A path into nature to develop the link of the world in deep imagination technology a creative Blue Phase Prophetic link to the creative soul of the world’s progression in terms of interstellar communication and a deep astral path to final law…interconnection. This guiding voice spoke to realize the fate of the planet entwined in a deeper seal of fate within the mind of logic a world in final terms a bridge of the Blue Phase a circuit of the light. I woke in the research lab in a darkened room - there in darkness I waited and slowly the artifact, the Ahnk, began to glow - soft lights of purple and blue; and then a pulse forging the divine silence of eternity to plant the dream-state into a physical reality this presence was like an ancient friend and then all at once my life was gone as if the wind had sent it on to the collective…and I woke in a bed in a white room surrounded by machines and across from me was the Ahnk which a scientist inspected reading energies from a palm- sized device. A key was discovered in my hand which had materialized from empty space…this relic of a supernatural force wrapped in wire with a winged serpent something from a distant past…a secret voice from the void of the mind of Zoroaster told me “This…for the belief; the virtues you have shown will guide the great one through the astral truth” and the key showed itself in my mind’s space…as a ray of hope of passage in this world and the Blue Phase Prophecy of which the first voice of creation in astral term was a theory regarding relativity and time. After a moments silence a few scientists arrived who were as amazed as I was that the collective spirit had not chosen to take my life – their mission was to reveal the ancient path of the Zoroastrian religion. I recalled later that I had been asking them in a dreamless state to verify intense spiritual knowledge of the Maya and the Children of the Dawn location specs of worlds and gates of monolithic stones…and later as all faded in dreams I found my soul wandering in halls of white, my soul was wandering a void of space that held the light of the magi’s past, I found it hard to speak, my motions were powered by the universe and not by the mind feeling slow and of a deeper meaning. But then my thought went deep into my past and I felt an immense power on the borders of the void the awakened state I was in was not just a spiritual glimpse into life’s eternity – it was a state of healing; for while I was in dream state I lived in spirit in realms of life-like thought and dream called the Astral Plane. I have a memory of a strikingly surreal figure – a living statue rising from peaceful waters holding a rose - pulling a petal and setting it on the surface of the still pond and the second I see the petal touch its surface I am peering through its ripple to be transported to a land of forests and mist. I see spirit dragons emerge like ghosts from beyond, they start as a mist and a swirling of energy to form into great beasts of light with scales as real as the dew…I get the urge to move to safety through the mist and when my minds view of the force therein sends a shock to my soul, my mind awakens…all was real; I thought – I must be in danger…with no effort – pure will, I move. I find I am now worried of losing my senses and my mind – or

even my soul. Suddenly I see on the ground an image of a seal within a maze of intricate design like an eye on the earthsurrounded by smoke and ancient glyphs the words “The Seal unlocks the Ahnk” were spoken to me from beyond the perception that the dream world usually holds as true…There I stood within the seal to meet destiny incarnated in the form of an ancient rite. Forming from the mist was the helm of a warrior. In the force of the ancient seal I saw fog grow and I heard his words: “The seal will give unto your heart a soul’s journey and find the light of truth in time joined as one.” – I felt a quickening and saw him fully as he merged into Astral space – and the world in me fought no more. I heard the wind around the seal die and light filled my spirit. A glimpse from the helm of this guardian gave me the foresight to navigate this realm. A helm of forgotten ages forged for covering a spirit in ultimate oneness – the helm glows from within and the cloak he adorns radiates a powerful aura…as I stared I rose to float above the jungle floor – I felt myself blink and in that fleeting moment he grabbed the edge of his cloak and spun…vanishing as spirals of mist rose in his place. As my thought was oneness I felt lightness and love in the path ahead. Answering the distant dream: I hear a word –“RETURN” and as I feel the power of the seal leave a remnant of it is left within my mind guiding me to my heart and oneness and I soared above the forest canopy – into the open skies, a path opened, I felt as free as a bird diving and swaying in the Astral wind and the feeling I had told of ancient destinies. Then out on the forest horizon lay temples of a Mayan style. I flew down below the low clouds into an opening in the trees and was drawn to the biggest temple – I floated over the steps and as I reached the Room of the Jaguar within it a mystic feather floated at its center and an ethereal voice from the sky spoke in my mind and said – “I am forever, I will not harm you, I am the Phoenix.” I reached for the feather and for oneness and touched it – suddenly then the ceiling filled with a shadowy liquid pulling me an overwhelming force started to quake within my soul. I was being pulled into the void for the first time.

I chose not to fight against the forces.

I slowly regained a balance with the force of eternity and oneness. Answers were calling into my mind. The vision I was to behold was a gift of oneness and was as eternal as death, a window into life. All answers in time were in this scene as my view’s landscape now shifted and formed an age of relic and forgotten rite – I found myself standing on polished ground in a natural amphitheater an alien place formed of solid crystal with a sky of stars – a moonscape up from which rose a crystal cliff that was in the shape of a gradient crescent…I was hypnotized by a great Opal Gate its vivid spectrum and phoenix-like glyph spoke in all magic and substance…I was again drawn to the sight of my eyes as the glyph of ember in the seven sided shape of the opal gate was lining itself with an emanating light. Forces of light within and a shimmer of ions in the atmosphere gave worlds of universes knowledge and sight in the darkness – with one great flash I beheld the mystery of the great ancient crystal

walls of Altunari the city of dream and reflection…an indescribable feeling fell over me as another great flash lit the flaws of the crystal wall and ran like splintered lightning along its entire length and the Opal Gate pulsed a thousand beats as the great city shone from within beneath the wall and behind the gate shone a god light as the star magi’s ancient glory by crystalline palantir and the Staff of Ancestral Life a slight use of inherent chance affecting all – possibility awakens in the ancient rite light and dark of mind and ancient ether reveal a magic within…of a relic, a heritage of ancestry, lore and ancient force relinquish fate open to the karmic codes that circle the beyond in a giving energy of a golden spiral of will opening to Gaia’s doorstep and within the ancient rite this realm will complete the great star – Ayhan; is the star – dormant now as the magi were lost in time, the inscriptions for the lost rite are passage to the realm of Gaia and the Illuminati will send their Sword of Heaven a viable gift of ascension and might wherein total mind- power and golden sense is finally gifted. In time the spirit of the phoenix is to flow between the realm of life and death as such, the passing time of might and legend’s power lives in spirit. The Mark of the great one will reveal the Opal’s true guidance and the phoenix guardian will pass over the faults of man and gods alike as the divine will hold sway in the telling of the ancient wind and the lore will grow like the golden spiral and the path of light – As the city of crystal spoke in a morse-code of timed flashes and energetic wave of the Opal Gate I was beholden to an ancient path opening to the pass before the crystal city (Altunari) and a wind of change warmed the rays of the Opal Gate as the great altar rose from the crystal floor as if passing through a living grasp of power and liquid crystal moving like a clear pool of quickened, hyper-real matter that put off a supernatural aura…there was a great ancient fire that shrouded the intricate altar and glowed in a magenta light…The altar blazed with blinding fire, glowing with powers and mystic force that rose consciousness and state of belief to a realm of ancestry; legends of mist and powers so great they are forever hidden, withheld by the realms of dream so that there is no visible gate of esoteric knowledge and no life holding legendry and living spiritual lesson - for the great mystery a pass of power and the mythos of all living legend now rose to be at once reality – flowing auras send the wake of a flood to receive the ancient message from the sword’s highest destiny ancestral gifts as all will be delivered answer…for within the word comes, at the last; a spirit to envelop all sacred in design - the blazing relic a mythic book formed of power to possess and to hold demoniac possession at bay and a demon crusher of diamond and emerald. The mythic tome was guarded by a ghostly magi and by the powers from the altar…for somehow I knew the book would appear…

“Lake and fury captured life through the byzantine ember hall a portal with its magenta conduits and the body of flame itself passing lightened lore through the organic world to a lasting message of the crimson wave the blood of creation flowed behind the throne of light…where the legend pointed all minds to the stars.“ – The message of this blade of spirit – was hieroglyph on the blade it was written as change and is the word of return from heaven…The Flaming Sword – sends a cycle (the light from the source) I found the power to send the wave – I am the fire on the ancient edge sent from the guide of the seal and as I follow the wave that lends my

power to the almighty; I know the blade that was created for this moment. The ancient sword of heaven will be delivered by lightning holding immense spiritual powers; the legendry of the Phoenix and the lore of the Red Serpent, keys to all the universal paths and the light of all stars. The wind of the limitless almighty sage the Myst Catcher – the first myth a dragon that learned to freely change its form and raise a living path to explore all that existed living forever…Suddenly a golden mist grew around the gate and the altar beckoned me with flashes of teal lightning and sparks within the magenta flame of passing embers rising high over the altar and a mystic light rose into the sky and in a blinding flash an olden book of the magic rite of presence and ascension appeared and as I stepped up to it and touched it I was surrounded by the golden mists and a light wisp of warmth that then swept the magic fires over me. My sight was revealing the mystery of all legend – the great opal gate began coursing with supernatural energy filling the air with bolts of lightning and strands of ancient power sending waves through the gate. As I opened the book I read aloud the opening page a single line; Santum Etheria Lascos Luc Mana - a line yielding ancient reverie and opening the gate of opal sending a cloud-like nebulae above the crystal city - the nebulae then spiraled inward to become a great living image of the phoenix as it was I saw through its eyes, I saw the clouds revealing a glowing emerald lake with a deep lilac night sky with the lights of a great aurora moving with a mercurial speed dancing in the sky through the falling stars that shot and disappeared across the distant horizon. Suddenly ember sparks began shooting from the gate. A great orb of light emerged from the gate and disappeared among the ruins of Altunari…and there was a voice that spoke of the great olden star and - a path of crystalline glory above all voids the Dreamscape Eden: “For the mind in the forest of thought to come within the realm of the senses a future in its origins Dreamscapes that wield great messages and fold the time of the Earth ember winds pass the crystal peaks adrift in the rite we watch to completion as the opening of the Great Device decides the living light…Now fall into the light and bless the world and its wealth and love will open into a new day and forge the sacred rite ARISE for we are bound under the skies of a dreamweaver autumn draws near and the sounds of silence make us whole in the voids of reality and in the energy of the great star…Ayhan – the creative is forged of reflection. Behold the sky of darkened lore and ancestral seal that passes a gift to the real living blood of light and written soul passing into the ethers. Behold the rose of transformations in the petals’ inscription of passage through Altunari a deep meaning within the crystal moon. All the ancient petals tell is depth and knowing – all sign of the magi’s return wherein a great legend – legend of legend - passes over the civil worlds like a wildfire a power of light and shadow to be imbued into a single soul through the power and passing of the Illuminati’s great weapons and through the paths of sacred destiny.” As I read on shortly soon after a tap on my shoulder awoke me from the trance of powers and supernatural states of my mind I turned and I beheld the warrior from the Seal and I saw his regal form in an ancient armor I could hear a faint hum in the distance which then seemed to grow ever louder and I knew the spectral magi before me to be the Illuminati and as I looked into the helm’s visor powers were ancient with golden light I felt a cushion of force as he then formed a bond with my mind and spoke before me in an ancient language from a golden age words that resounded in meaning – “Your name and age is as you are

known How may thou be known?–“ I answered him in respect – “Anthony Parker, I am 34…who are you?”The mystic warrior spoke again “I am Achuruchan…You know the light of the illuminating void - from Ayhan’s sister star I come - You are the sign of the centaurian a sign known to you as the Sagittarius – your luck has guided you this far and the universe will carry your soul to the quest.“ He then pointed to the nebulae and the opal gate and revealed a bit of the lore and history of the great star Ayhan’s purpose which is unification of life…the Great Device releases a pulsar of free energy and is a circuit of supernatural creation…The crystal moon lies dormant in waiting for the full transformation. The gate hypnotized…and I asked him of the quest and he simply said: “The quest of eternal life; the blade will imbue the soul when the powers are fully understood.”