All illusion fades away
And Source and I are one.
From life to death from death to life
The magick now is done.
If you, dear child, seek the truth
And search to find your way –
Look into the mirror deep,
And see the light of day.
The shadows of our dreams have taught
Of truths we have denied.
The horrors of the Black Box
Instill darkness deep inside.
To shut it out will save your soul
And future generations.
Hear now the inner whisper
Guiding you far from temptations.
A brilliant vision meets you there
Of wise ascended sages.
You are welcomed and will build
The Paradise Of Ages.
Innocence can now restore
Imaginative dreams
And in the Constant Now you find
The Sweet Infinity.
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