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Section Index

Preface Prognosis Consummatum Est Fields of Consciousness Entelos Epinike A Word in Passing The Spark of Nous Walk a while with me The Road to Wisdom The Barren Tree The Cosmic Sigh The Motherload The Journey Home The Arkons of Transition The Love of Hell Annihilation Circuminsession The Void Resurrection The Watcher at the gates of Dawn Beyond the White Duality The Cosmic View Gnosis Revelation The Dark Side The Eternal Bleep Quo Vadis The Pain Ode to Metamorphosis The Odyssey Walking on the Waves Cosmic Blackmail Elitism The Virus Physics and Psy The Fire of Life The Irony Full Circle Paradise on Earth The Reciprocal Convergence The Tiger Moth Drink Deep Dichotomy The Wind does not Blow Serendipity False Idols The Grail Re-Legio The Passion Science Thus Quenched Emanation The Path Teachers Philosophers The Water and the Jug The Judgement of Memory Divine Freedom The Cog's of Form The Accusation Frustration Dream On Happiness Reason and Emotion Affectation Meaning Contemplation The Cosmic Dance Judgement Gnosis of Direction For Nothing The Eternal Mystery The Humour of Dialogue The Cosmos of Creation The Secret of Life Good and Evil Fulfilment The Inheritance The Child and the Man Truth Unconditional Love A Birthday Thought Incarnate Evolution Always Now Affirmation In Conclusion The Deepest Wealth The Knowledge A Breath of Vision The Last virtue In Waiting In Passing Silent Night Ab Aeterno Ad Hoc The Hero For What Reason The Last Amen In Leaving Time and Again The World is full of Beauty

Fields of Consciousness



Reflecting on the times gone by,
whilst lonely in a field,
a tiny distant shining light
to me was then revealed.

The light it bade me hither,
by love's gravity it seems;
and when the two became as one,
I transcended human dreams.

The young will have their visions
in the light which then redeems
the knowledge of from whence we came:
and when old we dream our dreams.

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That which I now offer,
has been learned through many years,
I have learned of it through laughter,
and learned of it through tears.

Much is done in ignorance,
and much is done in pain,
but if I had to walk such road,
then I would do it all again.

And if you and I do not thus sing
of what sets the heart aglow,
then it could well take the children
so long, to come to know.

One thing, I would ask readers,
if I may be so bold;
to read the lines which follow,
in the order which they're told.


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