“ABRACADABRA. By abracadabra we signify an infinite number of things.‘Tis the answer to What? and How? and Why? And Whence? and Whither?—a word whereby The Truth (with the comfort it brings) Is open to all who grope in night, Crying for Wisdom’s holy light. Whether the word is a verb or a noun Is knowledge beyond my reach.”
The time for waking up has come;
every second of the day is the first
time I have opened my eyes and
arise from a deep sleep.
There is always a vibration that exists
in the stillness. The plants know it well.
The ancient and known is new;
it is spagyric and transmogrified.
We are, collectively, individual worlds
inside our own selves.
I am one and We are One-
one Nexus, one Soul, one Universe
existing now, together
inside of our own separate forms.
It is the precipice.
The moment is arriving for
what we know not; We know
the time is calescent-
the time is now and the time is coming.
The calling is urgent
and it is eternal.
The triangle rings music in my ears.
The time for waking up has come.