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I take the challenge to speak for spiritual freedom and enlightenment, against religious fundamentalism. The oppressive churches and cults will ultimately crumble by the coming of a new age.
Watching the life and her beauty,
sitting by the sea looking at the stars
Being a simple dreamer I challenged
your faith in you
what was left was the black diamond
and the greatest love of all times.
Watching the life and her beauty,
sitting by the sea looking at the stars
Being a simple dreamer I challenged
your faith in you
what was left was the black diamond
and the greatest love of all times.
About Me:
As the moon sidles up
Must she sidle up,
As trips the scared moon
Away must she trip:
'His light had struck me blind
Dared I stop".
She sings as the moon sings:
'I am I, am I;
The greater grows my light
The further that I fly.'
All creation shivers
With that sweet cry.
Supernatural songs, by William Butler Yeats
"'Here is born the noble empress rich/ The masters say she is like here daughter. She multiplies/ produces children numberless/ The are immortally pure/ and without nourishment. (...) I became a mother/ and yet remain a maid/ And was in my essense lain with. That my son became my father/ As God has decreed in essential way. The mother who gave birth to me/ Through me will be born on earth.'
Rosarium philosophorum, 1550
Notice that I don't neccessarily agree with everything in all videos I've made today, as it's been a process to make them and in the time inbetween.
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My spirit elate;
That which caresses
With hands uncreate
My limbs unbegotten that measure the length of the measure of fate.
The live roots of the tree,
In my darkness the thunder
Makes utterance of me;
In the clash of my boughs with each other ye hear the waves sound of the sea.
Brooding over the waste.
She hath stirred or spoken never.
She is fiercely, manly chaste!
Worshipped a wonderful woman
With a body lithe as a beast's
Subtly, horribly human.
Deep in the pit of her eyes
I saw the image of death,
And I drew the water of sighs
From the well of her lullaby breath.
I stood on the bank of a river,
Holy and holy and holy, I know,
For ever and ever and ever!
A priest in the mystical shrine,
I muttered a redeless rune,
Till the waters were redder than wine
In the blush of the harlot moon.