Sarephim's World Of Magick

Astral Map

Come fly with me across astral skies,
Let me show you what’s hidden from human eyes,
When you reach in your soul for the golden dawn,
Come fly with me on a winged unicorn,

Just hang a left past the turquoise sun,
And you’ll find a planet designed for fun,
It’s like a gigantic movie set,
Where all the sacred players their pasts forget,

They forget from whence they came,
And they forget they are playing a game,
But that’s where the lucky few come in,
They are waking up and rememberin,

That we came here from distant stars,
Flying through space in magic merkabahs,
For the ultimate challenge, ‘The Game’,
Where we all have our dragons to tame,

It’s like a pop up 3D fairy tale book,
So always make sure you take a proper look,
Don’t be fooled by how things might seem,
Just remember your having a strange dream,

Don’t take it all too siriusly,
See the illusion, learn to be free,
Don’t be trapped in just one dimension,
Look into the Golden Dawn for comprehension,

Soon you will learn there are many worlds to explore,
Swallow the golden apple; eat the pips and the core,
Each seed a universe sprouting forth,
Start in the East, spiralling to the North,

Keep spinning till you see the doors,
That lead you down uncharted corridors,
Turn left if you want to visit the past,
Or right if into the future you would cast,

In hallways of eternity all things are possible,
And the delights of that endless forever irresistible,
Moving eternally across its chess squares,
Dancing a jig with the mad march hares,

But just for now lets take a door on the right,
And head off into the futures light,
Step through into a little cobbled courtyard,
Sit and chat a while with a mysterious bard,

Then wander on down the street,
You may be surprised by who you might meet,
The faces of the future are rooted in the past,
The range of possibilities is always so vast,

Whenever your feet walk the sacred earth again,
Just remember the sacred players stay the same,
Every lifetime the faces and costumes change,
But we have never faced days so strange,

When signs and omens flash in the air,
We know it’s truly a strange reality we share,
Just head up the tree past Yesod,
And by the end of the game you may be a God.

Copyright ©2002 Sarah Earnshaw