Close to the Edge of the Transbeyond
When the Goddess was in motion upon the face of the Earth, the young men who vowed to serve her Divine Will as Agents of Consciousness were blessed by her and elevated to Wizards. And then she let loose upon them the Muse; she came into the flesh incarnated as Music. She encarnalized as both a means and a service; a source of inSpiration; a fruit of love's labour and as a thoroughly transformative experience.
They generated music woven by the Elements, cast it into Liberating Spells that permeated through both the established social order and the underground: the musical landscapes they painted, the holographic aural artifacts they gave birth to were at once alive; holistic and ultra-specific; combined the familiar with the utterly alien; blended Emotion, Motion and the Logos. These acted upon us as the universal harmonic keys whose indispensable value transported us en masse during Mass to other dimensions of existence where we repeatedly find ourselves again reborn as Cosmic Beings, as members of La Raza Cosmica, the homeward bound orphaned children of our Sacred Lady of Space and the Mother of All Matter who touched down at Guadalupe and whose perpetuity fills the illusory emptiness between quanta, planets and microseconds, generates Gravity, and whose Divine Love is the medium of both electromagnetic and four-dimensional transtemporal Light.
"Then", they said, "Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space, He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race. I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place. On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley, Called to witness cycles only of the past. And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.
Close to the edge, down by the river. Down at the end, round by the corner. Seasons will pass you by, Now that it's all over and done, Called to the seed, right to the sun. Now that you find, now that you're whole. Seasons will pass you by, I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up."
They generated music woven by the Elements, cast it into Liberating Spells that permeated through both the established social order and the underground: the musical landscapes they painted, the holographic aural artifacts they gave birth to were at once alive; holistic and ultra-specific; combined the familiar with the utterly alien; blended Emotion, Motion and the Logos. These acted upon us as the universal harmonic keys whose indispensable value transported us en masse during Mass to other dimensions of existence where we repeatedly find ourselves again reborn as Cosmic Beings, as members of La Raza Cosmica, the homeward bound orphaned children of our Sacred Lady of Space and the Mother of All Matter who touched down at Guadalupe and whose perpetuity fills the illusory emptiness between quanta, planets and microseconds, generates Gravity, and whose Divine Love is the medium of both electromagnetic and four-dimensional transtemporal Light.
"Then", they said, "Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space, He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race. I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place. On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley, Called to witness cycles only of the past. And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.
Close to the edge, down by the river. Down at the end, round by the corner. Seasons will pass you by, Now that it's all over and done, Called to the seed, right to the sun. Now that you find, now that you're whole. Seasons will pass you by, I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up."
- ttetpos
- Jan 31, 2014