Sorcerer in the mist

SORCERER IN THE MIST I am the SORCERER IN THE MIST …I live by the doctrine of fate to be upheld by the wind…I alone in rite do see for fathomed vast hills of green the reeds of ancient reverie and their story of the god Pan and the mythic song of ages to transform the view of time hereafter. The breath of dragons forges spirits pure and veils the making of cyclic dreams but in the state of dream will there forever stay the mind and soul to relay the doom of man…

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. A SECRET IN EMBER - The profound book of LOVE in remembrance and binding true sight…

- As I behold I dream, endless colors in endless light… Ancient legend - bears the truth of life, be the soft glow – a light of recognition to fly free on the wings of the soul, far from magic offered, blowing on the winds are salves of forever. Memories are

but a crystal haze tempered by lightning I strive for minutes yet I live in the now. Surrounded by the petals of my dream in the heart of my sanctum breathes inside a lasting summer wind A lightening rose of thoughts and nature’s way held within the mind of the season’s age, as guidance is alight many welcome the heart passing the folds of dream; onto the seers sight…What lies beyond the ancient; the start or the end - time or space? What test is written in the day and when is the answer given? Summerwinds – Time of seasons and a moonlit night a summerwind and a firefly in the sky - flying by and by. A mystical sense and season passes in the mind’s eye Time and knowledge Time of knowledge Snowy river ridge of trees catch the wintry breeze A time with you and me flowing within eternity Flying into rose colored skies alight with giant clouds I see us in serenity and as time goes by we’ll tell our tale and believe eternally what time has cast into a rich marbled tapestry.

Born of the Moon to a hunger a surreal force then within the sanctum of burning ember, I live where thought becomes the passage into the deep forging the growth in crystal roses where chill winds in walking daydreams seal the powers from your touch I awoke and I focus my beliefs into the axe 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 skies Below shrouded by night I deliver the one to 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 into the

deep cover as shrouds of the ethereal part and in the haze in the dream’s room I find complete illumination in silent fogs that 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 – a finishing bolt - 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 by Earth is given stable light 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 shrouded by 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 fate…a crystalline sky revisited before the time of man…where in blazing light I found eternal salvation and found the soul bears the weight of the seasons - to fold and decay - therein a signature of form and deed sway to the depth of the day and the cold of night in the waste limbo holds as well in dream bringing the dawns’ echoing power from hallowed visions and fear to accumulate in sight beyond the veils of circumstance

There are no paths of light in life that are never sought by residual beings of dream to become the immortal wise. In this light shall we strive for the eternal road of communion with nature… to be at peace.

--- In flames of red serpents and a coil of rites, I froze as Asodan to the pillars of the hall alchemical fires of legend and yore, bore upon my soul, to free spirit - pour light into the seal of the rose the path was opened as the sword lightens to the eyes - as the world is the master to the blue skies…I wandered the path to the seal of TOR - the sky opened up – and as fire flares point to ascension - I find a great stair That is not dead which can eternal lie – And with strange aeons even death may die… - H.P. Lovecraft The fires and the lore buried by time and the astral visions - hold eternal… Locked away for the rite of right finding to reveal the paths to the inner light CHAPTER 1 ANCIENT MAGI AND CAT’S EYE LIGHT Ancient magic of the astral and magi of the olden worlds… The vision clears to the eternity beyond This 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…reveal the cat’s eye powers within visionary pools the secrets of the dark in the view of their rainbow’d stares and the golden door

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…

In ancient magic the way is to come, to a master soul, proving the lasting lore of a pulse from the opal gate to harden spirit and work in a path from a soul of the Earth – Deep in time – making the pure roads of the faithful redeemed…Windows in the past are foundation to the future as similar as they are - their forms are ever-changed their voice is a call to the spiritual past and holding the creative forces in light making eternal power shaped in time. Therein lies the legend that guards a certain forbidden voice and a heart of mist in the light as power sending thoughts and a ghostly guardian lion born of African lore SHAPED IN THE LIFE ETERNAL GOD SHALL BLESS THE RITE IN A SACRED ALCHEMICAL HOUR HIGHTENING IN POWERS AND CASTING THE DREAM INTO ITS MOLD BEHOLD IN AWE OR FALL IN TERROR DEMAND THE POWERS OF DREAMS TO IMBUE THE SPIRIT WITHIN

BEHOLD THE SACRED GROUNDS TO VISIT THE SECRET POOL WITH THE ALL-SEEING EYE 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 inscribe in 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…ages of demons and starlight and rite; ahead in the presence of the sealed eternal garden the mistborn returns to reality. The phoenix glyph casts

living fire in spells that the universe gains to ascension to the destiny healed by way of rite the hours are drawn in the pace beyond the life of the mind. The maker is returned in a searing vision that passes in lightened yore - Storm and shadow are but a pool of divinity to the seeing master of the fiery gate and the demonstone tales will see all-powerful ancient cures and methods for time and rede as forewarned a forge and timeless act are set in fore… Mighty and all-seeing the ancient eye of time and the tempest love that carries the blade to its mark A sealed wall of vision - a fire burns within and as the passage into time is guided seeming never to return as spirit a myth is handed in the mind of the sleeping sky earth’s protective power awakened and the fiery phoenix is reborn taking the rede to mastery and vanishing in the sky.

Kept in loving sight of the guardian spirit lion, returning to the high grass and temple plain as spirits of the inner minds of universal myth in a time of lions and royal might across the faces of the eternal ghost and the happiness of the life answered in the gears of the universal machine - lost times of the war to live the eternal return to the spiritual passage of the stars living gate.

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. Desire in lore is a test to fly with the arrow to realize the heart’s will. – I am striking through the realm within as a lightened bolt of electric legend Answer from any modern lore is broken so in this tale I felt there was a need for the

poetry to tell the lightness and play a role of suspended beliefs so that the essence flows with the Zoroastrian quest – TRUTH…I also believe such 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… 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 through a legendary 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 in 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 shaded forest floors countless ferns hidden 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 across the high grass swiftly to the crystal moon - for all broken equations vanish within the maze of deep space returning a single grain of sand to become a soul or enter in blissful union – 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 the world lies ever changing as

the axe of light disguised in a blinding ray and sweeping stroke calling forth life and death – 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 high in lore and fire…

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 beyond…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. 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…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 that will creates, it seems to say things in the simplest of terms, beyond in realms of emotion it speaks from ancient minds 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 - A message of life 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. Take it in stride to love the way in turn.

– Imagine the door of the vision will in this moment be opened.

A Gate of Light and Shadow is forming at the time of the will across pools of the Cat’s Eye of Kuramongo the visionaries secret to ghost the forbidden sight into the realm of the mystic and vanquish their tongues to re-forge their sacred answer under breath of a desert wind carrying the will in engraved singular thought of the great world and the eyes and souls of those civilizations / 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 – salvation. What lies distant - to words as salves of the mind, time grows lost to the depth of the infinite and mystical pool awakening cycles of the one that walks through storm and fire…These words follow each and every soul into mastery the vision I pass on in knowledge of timeless thought the hereafter in hope that it shall be ascertained and not gained for to glimpse a thought and the will always leads to oneness and the only way unlimited – 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 looking ever inward…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 allknowing 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. To heaven and light all yield to the understanding 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 their forces bearing the light of truth. The goddess 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 - a door of the sky…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 - dusk’s final moments are relayed across the lake and all inner reflections pass to such beauty… a single aurora casts it’s reflections in the place only spirit calls home. The will beyond the water before me tells me of an ancient grace and a life force within its emerald face. Passing in flurry a silent night slips into the

glorious and ethereal time. Slowly, to drift in gazes into eternity that a cloud of the dragonsoul is expressing in might to 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. I detect a great presence beyond within the majestic halls of eternity. To journey inward to the cat’s eye pool see that the water starts to become lit from within all starts to glow before me and a great fog grows over the water as it grew in width it also grew in mass… until it lay atop the magical water…Suddenly a great form grew from the fog and an ancient guiding light from mist sent me mystic sight. As god set cool wind to cycle with the sounds of magic…I was looking into forever through the bottom of the pool - the lightning appeared and the door of soul opened from within and a rainbow’d crystal skeleton became me bore upon me - I beheld what came as time whispered tales from another place where its’ voice was from the unknown but its knowledge of a famous seal from the depth; in time of the soul’s power the words of my soul bear a lasting force of life Emerald sword Diamond faith Heart of life Ether fire Higher thought Eye of stone Dragon breath Opal light 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 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…To know the clouds’ path of the open sky and feel the rain I fell as a drop from eternity and belief became a key to the secret of the emerald lake. As oneness became me all life-force was at once sustained and flowing - the pool of the Cat’s Eye Light central to eternal force and ether to walk in forces and enter the gate of the beyond only in dreams found and seal’d a golden serpent be… under emerald waters and in dreaming: Crystal green liquid fire beveled dome of eternity; cat’s eye light - all has been told.

CHAPTER 2 THE OPALITE EYE 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 the 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 timeless edge of 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 each relic to imbue with rites 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…

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 everpresent 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 interdimensional 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…