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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

ANNIHILATION



Dedication to Rosamonde Miller
of the Gnostic Sanctuary Palo Alto.


A solitary light is coming fast !
the song I sing will be my last;
sad to say it's time to go,
and all the things I'll never know !

But never mind, the road was fun;
even though it's now nigh done.
What a way to end this flight...
crashing out in blazing light !

Down Eros, and up Mars....
but wait !... the thing is full of stars !
My Gor'd... I drift in love divine...
the Eternal Dome... is mine; all mine !

My Gor'd... I've made a motley pun
of what I am, and whence I come !
Would, Oh would, that I could be,
out here, as when I am with thee.

Never would a man believe
what in truth he does achieve.
So spread your blessings throughout time;
or no work will get done...
and that won't rhyme !

A heart on fire will pound and pound
and like a feather, float to its ground.
In resurrection from 'No-thing',
among the lights I sing and sing;
a silent song that none can hear;
except the Ultimate Cosmic ear.




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