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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

THE WATCHER AT THE GATES OF DAWN


(Synetic dialogue)


Dedicated to Suzanne V. Brown



I am the watcher at the gates of dawn
where there is no eve, no noon, or morn.
I do not think, but float and stare;
and of all things I am aware.

I am the final judge of time,
and all that moved once, is now mine;
for all is still; 'tis only me
that permeates this wondrous sea.

I am the final perfect thing,
brought forth, the final song to sing.
From whence I came, and whither I go,
even I can never know;
for I am not the light you see,
but only that which falls on me.

Each light within this wondrous dome
unto itself, and each alone,
with a truth that all do see;
but only known by the thing called 'me'.

I am remembrance of the great;
and knowledge of the final state;
and when I judge it so well done;
I am the reflection... of whence I come.





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