Premier Mouvement : Le Vaudevillesque devient martime
Greeted by a mixture of anxiety and faith. Wrestling with my fears has never been challenging as it did today. My hellenic heart was frozen and frigid yet with the cognizance that my five senses will at certain moment be activated and thus the poetic genius will arise.
My way was lonesome and from the moment that I perched on the boat I started seeing nothing but splendor and grandeur awaiting. Everything was of worship for only nature surrounded us. And me say nature is God. In this pantheistic view, my vision emerged from solitude to graduate content and contact with foreigners became of such meaningless.
The boat surfaced upon the sea that greeted us with great estate. I know that the ego had no place in this realm. Yet my rascal look was appealing to anyone passing by my random eccentric persona. But behind the shattering mirror is a cleansing of the I and thus magick will be accessible.
Deuxiéme mouvement : Mort de l'ego
As I perched upon this island, with a feeling of excitation and loss. As an urban author, I have always lived in big crowded cities and nourished my inspiration from the darkness of the towns; However, I did have moments of epiphanies in nature, and nature had always healed my soul when it got too corrupted by the haggard of the town. I found myself again in the setting of From Psychedelia with Love. With nothing but inspiration to feed from and the grains of nature to nurture myself with.
I was greeted by a Greek hospitality warmer than what I had already witnessed in the capital. Ready to weep for your grief and to give their all for you. As a man guided by inspiration and the flow of nature, nothing that I ever planned had ever worked; Therefore, I lost my ego and my steps towards a hidden natural spot in which people swam, meditated and sat in silence.
I manifested a safe passage, towards an inspirational spot in which I sat perched my flying carpet and meditated on the tunes of Estas Tonne as I tenfold did before. In a moment of nothingness I found myself; magick was in the air and I knew how to manipulate it tenderly so that the energy of the immortal nature will come to me and fill me with strength and motivation to not burst towards my vision but to cradle them with an esoteric purpose that serves all of mankind.
Troisiéme Mouvement: Conclusions surréalistes
Between my hands and my lonesome gaze is a connectedness that spreads itself across wandering curious souls. I am a mystic, and love is my sole law, my duty is to get as close as possible to divinity and God and spread his wise rays on mankind. To heal and to plant a seed of kindness in everyone; to turn wrath to love, anger to compassion, a sin to a seed.
This world is ran by a karmic cycle of suffering that must be broken and bent at each encounter; for each interaction matters, in the ether or the matter. I know that I can raise people to the fourth dimension; in a world filled with the feeling and the thrill to chase the inspirational unknown.
I drew in the sand her sweet visage that smiled but elapsed distinctly with the waves without storms or winds she disappeared. Preaching maritime poems that may bring her back as I sat close to her soul in the stream of consciousness I swam knee-deep with the hope that the salt will extinguish the evil eye that shattered our divinity. Ocean became my ten months dry tears but I kept her memory well with the sea and the wet sand.
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