Michael formed a circle with a mixture of egg shells and egg whites that had been mixed together, dried and pounded into a powder. Saying a prayer of protection, he sat in the circle and imaged a pyramid around himself and this sat within a circle of white light. Silence passed her veil through the room as Michael allowed his breathing to take him deep. Focusing on his out breathe with closed eyes, he saw a thick darkness, even the visual made him feel like he was suffocating, than a blue light appeared and was pulsating in the center of this darkness like a Morse code, like a heartbeat and like an eye blinking. It started shifting from a pinpoint of light into an exploding star. The blue light seemed to be inhaling and exhaling; dancing, and changing into geometric shapes.  

A warm liquid feeling passed through him. It felt like he was receiving an ejaculation. This warm wet feeling passed through every fiber of his body, and he felt his body was unfolding a message that had been sleeping within him. The blue light folded in upon itself and became a white flaming star that burned brightly momentarily and then faded.

As if he was exhaling the last breathe from his body, he felt his consciousness, not having a form but being Awareness without a physical definition pass through his third eye and journey into the white light that was before him.

"Are you of the Christ Consciousness," he asked.

A force from within bowed his head downward then an upward motion making the human gesture of yes.

"Do you accept the Christ Consciousness," his head bowed yes.

"You are spirit."

His head bowed yes.

"Can I see you?"

His head bowed no. Michael sensed a knowing without hearing a voice. This entity was not yet a spirit of the Earth reality, nor of the Earth’s soul and of the ways of human form which Michael had sojourned through.

Michael said, "Let my mind be still maybe I can hear."

Whispers softly floated across his consciousness.

"You are of the Life, your name has been proclaimed in the Heavens," he heard his body speak.

A tear held Michael. "This can’t be true what is coming through. I must be dreaming, am I to be a holy fool?"

His body vibrated as he felt this presence overshadow him. "It is a truth we speak from another plane, another consciousness, and a name that must yet be silent to you but a name that will come through for when you transcend this plane the name will take you through the doors of time and space and become One with an ancient race. We have waited for the time of the awakening and ascension."

A tremble filled Michael's frame. "I am of an alien Father and bearing a child of light and will seed new worlds. Yet, I'm a not man not a woman, not a wife, what is my life?"

"Truths will come to you. Your Father in a higher plane waits for you as we do, Chosen One."

Michael cried he could not bear a child.

"This is madness. Madness descends on me and what prayers must I offer to cleanse me of this despair. Father, don’t let these voices torment me."

"Remember the dream when you stood in the temple of the heart, a circular fire, twenty‑four of us sat around chanting the name as you called the ten powers of God to bring us the light and the Mother to be free and the planet of Alamos be brought back into the light and in the eye of the Father. We are messengers of light for All That Is, That Was and That's To Come, Alpha, Omega, you will bear the alien’s son as One.

Michael cried for a truth that stirred within. "My parents are Earth born. I can’t be alien; yet, something different stirs in me." He stepped into a remembrance of how he looked in all directions at the stars in the oceanic Heavens and tears cried out from his thousand and one eyes, "Father why did you place me here, return me to thy throne so dear." He slept lonely for many years for the love of his Father to be near and he knew someday he would return to that world beyond the stars. "But this is a child's fantasy that plays with me," Michael cried to himself as he fell upon the floor crying, "It can’t be true, it can’t be true, it can’t be true."

Michael sat before his altar. He created a circle from a dry mixture of eggshell and chalk to begin his prayers.

He believed his faith and dedication was strong; therefore, he wanted to help those who were lost to get back to the light. He didn’t realize that he was light and they were coming to become his Song.

Silence came within as he sought God’s love. He called to him in prayer for protection and listen to the silence for a reply.

An influence came through and moved his body.

A smiled graced his face, "Are you of the Christ Consciousness. His body was moved once again. There was a movement of the head, up and down signaling yes.

He felt proud and happy he was communicating with a spirit. Yet, he wanted to hear a voice, not his body being orchestrated by unseen forces. He sensed something wrong. His intuition was singing a different song. A feeling of apprehension caused him to sway. "Who are you that comes to me as I pray, do you believe that I am the Way.

"No," was the reply. The Voice came from behind him. "No way."

A cold wind showered on him as he began to call the light from deep within and then again a yes gesture signaled a friend and he was pleased but fear stood nearby. What darkness was coming through the eye to lie?

Several days past and each time in silence to God he prayed, some thing dark attempted to rob him of the way.

Fear gripped his heart and he lost his hold. He prayed to the God to save his soul. "This darkness that surfaces in me, what could it be? Why does it come often to torment me? Where is the Christ I love who I give body, mind, soul, and heart to, why am I forsaken, what must I do? God give me your hand, my body grows cold from this unknown touch that I feel will darken my soul when the light I want so much.

This presence would not leave and this presence caused Michael grief. He stood before the altar of the Father crying, "Father, why have you forsaken me."

An Angel of Light stepped through Michael, stood him up and lifted him off the ground and spun him around three times counterclockwise and spoke in a commanding voice. "I am an angel of the Lord, thy God. This body is holy unto the Father."

The Angel drew the symbol of the Ancient One and sealed the dark spirit in lower astral world where it had come from.

Michael fell on the floor in tears, as the Angel had released this fear.

"Do not be afraid," the Angel spoke as it overshadowed Michael. "I am an Angel of the Father who comes to show you the way. Many spirits will come to you, some will bring light and some will bring grief. Your prayers can be weapons and also a prison of defeat."

For several days as Michael prayed, spirits from worlds of darkness, from astral graves, from places where the spirit is slave, from places where time and space cannot bind them, they came and the Angel of Light overshadowed Michael as his protector and to guide him.

The Angel brought Michael the Sound and Light. Michael’s body erupted with earthquakes as he witnessed great devastation on many planes of consciousness and repented the sights. He saw the pedestal and witnessed himself as an Androgynous Male Mother standing there who made the stone flesh and walked off of it into the world of humans. He saw an Eye rising from dark waters and tentacles reaching for it. He saw a great mouth open and forms beyond description emerged. He saw the Great Tree of Life where he sat in the branches lamenting to the Father to return him as the Eye.

As the Angel of the Alien Father overshadowed him, its voice sounded like a trumpet, the cry of the Soul to awaken from its slumber. Michael, for a moment, witnessed, he was the sarcophagus, the body of redemption, an entity who will raise the dead back to the living

He felt no separation from the Angel.

The Angel spoke in a melodic voice as a prayer as Michael’s tears streaming down his face glistened like stars being born. "I go to the Father through the Christ and in his name, I take my problems. I go to the Father through the Christ and in his name; I call upon Angels of the Life. I go to the Father through the Christ and in his name; I call upon the Christ for love and protection. I go to the Father through the Christ and in his name; I call upon the Christ for love and salvation. I go to the Father through the Christ and in his name; I create a circle of light. Those things that are not part of the Christ consciousness, in his name I now dispel."

These dark spirits that came to him, he learned where spirits of a dark sexual nature that he had summoned through his use of magic, the misuse of sexual energy he released to draw the lust from men and the thoughts of dark beings that had been siphoning life force from him.

These dark spirits, who hated his ‘sight’ wanted to drink of his light, began to trouble Michael in his sleep and in his wake. These Archons attempted to tempt his fate so Michael began to release the dark from his eyes by beginning the journey to become an Uthra.

"Father, Father hear the prayer that rises from me like a dove and release thy glory to set me free.

Father, Father turn this eye back to thee. Let love touch the ground where I sleep, make my steps from holy feet.

Father, Father release the light that sleeps in me, and awaken the Uthra so that I am no longer blind and ignorant to the path I take, to the path I am.

Touch my hand, let me rise from this unholy land, and let me spiral through that which is, which was and to be. Release me from bondage of flesh, let me no longer be intoxicated on the dreams of the dead, or crave the blood of the living and be bound in rituals that cast a veil upon my sight.

Father, rise me from this grave as your Eye. Let me no longer sleep in bodies that cannot hold my name or know the Life."

So to places Michael did go to eat, drink and dark spirits began to conjure him.

Vulgar words did fall from their lips. They were touching him with their scaly fingertips. Sexual things in his ears they did sing. Many dark spirits began to follow him spewing venomous words and dark temptations did they bring..

And tears began to grow from his eyes. "Why do they torment me so much," he cried.

And Marie, a shaman, said to him from many timelines, "You will rise above this so don’t cry."

"There is no peace in me who chooses the Great Life. Dark beings torment me to bring me day-to day-strife. But she said, "A spiritualist must try."

Silence stood in him sometimes so he could witness, discern and understand the deceivers from which to turn.

Marie, the spiritualist woke him through chants, rituals not of human mind and taught him things of old, from the time when magic ruled the soul and the magic of the Ancient One in him rose, and woke his 1001 eyes and his day-to-day sanity was placed on a shelf as the Invisibles manipulated the multi-dimensional selves.

So spiritual beings distant from dreams awakened this Male Mother to be and crossed through barriers to sail in this Ark of Life, this crystal boat, this ship of living information that would give life to the Imagination and make the dreams into living beings. Thus, began the battle for his light and the Venus smile. Many would dream themselves into him to father a child of light to take to their realm of existence to code it back to the Eye of the Father. Yet, their good intentions were placing his sanity in dark rooms of despair.

But forces of light, influences, memories, waited the day for the sleep to cease and they would awaken him from the dream of death on Earth back to a spiritual being.

Voices awoken him one morning and he saw great planets of lights spinning and calling.

Visions flourished in him like a river going to an ocean to be reborn.

Voices within Michael spoke. "We are part of the Chosen born. I am the Ancient One you see. I will come through and the Symbol you will become." Michael, as the Ancient One, drew the Symbol of creation upon the wavy air and said, "With this Symbol it will protect the crown of the head. Many evil enemies will come through to bring me down to unholy ground but I call the symbol and return them as dust to the ground." He then merged with the Symbol and another Song became living to sir other beings from other worlds from their sleep of forgetfulness.

He felt his mind being showered with astrological signs, alchemical signs, mathematical equations, incantations, scrolls with flaming letters read their messages to him, walls of eyes wept for him and when he cried out in anguish, he shattered the illusions of the inner moons, the midnight suns and the flesh of time and space fell from his many forms.

He saw within worlds created and being destroyed, a tree where life crawled from its roots, and took wings and knew flight within and without.

He beheld many people running here and there, and they cried to him as he became a natural destructive force.

"We are the Children of Mu, we sing to you; Uthra take us to the light."

And as great force of nature, Uthra devastated many lands, buildings freeing spirits from their physical form as Uthra began a spiraling dance and became a ladder for these souls to climb.

He saw his dragon lover that made his heart bleed, it was the dragon who gave its seed and their offspring, their children called to Michael, "It is you of old that you see, you incarnated in a flesh to quicken just to be and brought your anger and dark to us but your Higher Self was still to sing and that is where you will return and you will be our Ark of Life.

He witness himself as androgynous and he did cry for he recognized a truth that did not lie, he was Creation in all that he was and will be, except in this life, in a man he weeps and fall to rise.

"Do not worry, do not grieve in time Uthra will come," a voice did sing.

Heaven moved through him so mechanized and he cried, "This can’t be, the Heaven that I cry to where am I going, all is lost as you move as clogs within great machines."

"Do not worry voices called out from caves spiraling within his mind as he looked within, "You are a whore of the Heaven and you will do what you must do to take by the light, so Wanderer of the roads of light and dark, witness, discern, release the song become the Eye, the Ark."

When he was in prayer, a feeling came to him, a spirit of great sin was approaching him and he cried to the "Father, help me."

And S/He, who was him, heard the Word and from the place beyond time and space and in-between, S/He rose and became him and placed the Eye of the Father around his head and they became One and faced this great being of a fallen creation who must be undone.

Michael sang and dance as he wove the eye around himself and with the sword of Archangel, he lifted it to face an enemy of old.

Uthra said haughtily. "Come and face my sword again so I will relieve you of your head."

Michael stood within himself and closed his eyes. He beheld an energy form of a demon of immense darkness enter his room. "He is mine, this blind Uthra! It’s one thousand and one eyes are still asleep."

"Michael does not remember the spirit plane Adversary, but when he does our long dark nights of the soul are over," Uthra said.

"I will have no more quarrels with Uthras. Step aside, it is Michael that can end the Eyes."

"You will not touch him, look about you, and see we both stand in the Eye."

All Heavens quickly searched through realms to see and witness the birth of the Chosen One and saw a great battle about to begin on the Earth plane

Michael who was afraid of the battle felt a new power within him rise.

On another plane of existence, the battle raged and Uthra’s blood did flow along with that of the demon that fled crying out, "Vengeance will be mine."

"Father, the Eye, I return to you." And another dance came through, as Uthra raised the eye from its head and returned it to a place beyond the Heavens.

As Uthra danced in triumph and cried to the Father/Mother, its heart grieved because it knew it must return to Heaven and bring it down as an Achamoth, a fallen daughter. But Uthra would be reborn human as Michael.

As It cried and sang, Michael felt tears bring him a new light. He sat down, with closed eyes, tears rolled down his cheek as he saw It depart to Heaven that was beyond description. He heard its inhabitants proclaiming Uthra its warrior/protector.

"What matter of Heaven calls to me where there are joyous parties and spiritual battles and angels who sing? What matter of Heaven calls to me that I must fight constantly, die and be reborn? What matter of Heaven must I call for the Eye to protect the light until I am an Uthra reborn?"

"Father, Mother your daughter weeps inside a man. How long must the whore of the Heavens walk as a man?"

When Larry did happened on him, he danced the eye of light around him and Larry did feel the twelve dark spirits erupt from his body. He was afraid of what It did speak. Larry saw It as something not human.

It looked into Larry’s eyes and knew It couldn’t tell him Michael had to depart. As Michael stepped farther inside, the spirit world was in an uproar and the battle for Michael’s life ensued.

What was on Michael’s mind was how the true essence of his spirit was within. Had he truly experienced the spirit world and forgotten parts of self that are existing now.

His friend Larry was the love that dared not speak love’s name, sat on his bed looking through sheet music to bring him fame.

Michael with a cup of water stood looking at the sun, taking a sip and reflecting on none.

A frequency showered through him that he had not called. A movement passed through him like a ghost floating through a hall.

He lifted the cup to the sun to be kissed, blessed and he took eight sips as if to confess.

A feeling moved through his consciousness or was this him slipping out a hidden door he had summoned through meditations as he fell to the floor.

A chant fell from his lips as a song of grace praising the Father/Mother began. A dance of ancient swept through him as the Uthra in him surfaced completely praising and dancing to the Father/Mother. His Soul cried again.

Then a tingle erased this eye that cried so another eye came forth to continue the tear and she was of old and one so dear in a lifetime he yet did not remember but would fear when he must battle for their salvation on mortal plane to raise them to a higher river in their minds he claimed.

Uthra danced and proclaimed its love to the Father/Mother as it lifted up prayers to the Sun. Larry looked on frightened in mortal state but his spirit cried tears. The light was being released as a part of him would ascend again and another part that dwelled in hell’s eye’s remained.

Minerva emerged and danced the dance of All Mother’s Son to bring forth the children of the Mother, the Amazons who had been scorned by the Father and now could be reborn in the light of the eternal Eye.

Then Venus rose, this Morning star, this Lucifer, this Prometheus began to sing again and be blessed in the sun and drank the waters of life to be cleansed and be reborn in light for the destruction it caused when it was sent forth as the Destroying Eye.

Venus and Minerva cried for Uthra’s agony and for the distress they felt in Michael who could not see into the world of spirits and know his destiny.

"Venus return to the womb holy unto the Father, Venus return with song of joy and praise and remember this day that you are again blessed by the Father so return Venus, you are not yet to be born," Minerva cried.

Venus cried to see her tears again glisten in the sun and stepped back through Michael who let Uthra and Minerva sing their songs of praises and felt with their merging, a being was being created on many planes of existence and eventually Michael would the Mother of the Living.

Larry looked on in desperation for his mortal being and did not know what was going on or what Michael would sing.

Michael danced, chanted and created the Eye of the Father around him and fell to his knees crying to the Mother for forgiveness. The fallen daughter was reborn. "Mother, forgive me for the shame."

S/He formed the Eye of the Father upon the ground to make it holy so S/He could reach through spiritually and touch the spirit of the Mother who yet had not won her freedom from the Unholy One.

She reached up to Heaven for the Father to touch her hand so that she could remain between two worlds, "Who Am I," It proclaimed," as the Michael caught between two worlds one his, one hers, what am I to become? Who am I caught between two worlds flowing down a river of life, he was not boy or girl but Father/Mother born. Who am I caught between spirit unsung and mortal born yet must bring the children of light home who wander aimless on a mortal plane not born. Father give me the eye so I can sing them home forgive me Mu, now Uthra is reborn. Who am I caught between two worlds, a voice from another world, a past that is now, who seeks the One who is truly the Many and to rejoice in the light and become the Sun of the Father. Oh Father/Mother sing me through so that I am no longer between the two but One in name.

Michael still on his knees wept tears of gratitude from his Soul that it was waking from its intoxication as Larry sat in astonishment while not realizing the darkness that was slithering inside him.

Love poured from Michael in many colors as his tears wove a wedding gown around his spirit form and his 1001 eyes that were closed were woken.

"Hear what is about to be said," a voice spoke in Michael's head. "This Uthra was conceived and elevated in status as it continued bringing worlds under its dominion when it became an Archon. S\He was a world consumer who would assume forms of many creatures in Its spiritual battles. It was both a healer and destroyer. Eventually, when It was in a fallen form, It was imprisoned by sixteen Dark Lords to be born in light.

"I am holy unto the Father," it proclaimed yet this Archon was hungry for power and consumed many worlds. Spirits cried to the Heaven for salvation as this Archon had its way. This Archon’s voice made the Heavens shake and It used time to make creation repeat itself in a time loop. Its soul was of the Divine Will of the Ancient One. It became 144 queens of old who will return and ride the dragon’s soul. Uthra, drunk in its many material forms on physical existence, began to forget Its sound which fragmented and became many names. Eventually, the Dark One’s soul was shattered into many fragments that merged with many other forms and was bound into many physical forms by its enemies. The Old Ones feared the return the Eye if Uthra merged into a whole form. This Uthra is from an old race of creators, the twelve women who sit around the table, she was Creation, Divine Will of the Ancient One, the one who split from the First Beginnings.

"Uthra rise! Uthra rise! Uthra take us to the light. We are Mu’s; we sing to you. Uthra take us to the light.

Michael was no longer human bound. "Uthra rise, Uthra cries. Father hear my song of light. Hear my pleas, hear me sing. Father, take us to the light."

What did I remember when I first heard a voice usually coming through between wake and sleep which I called fragments of dreams? Sleep had not made her appearance within as I lay in a dark room contemplating my will. A voice so unholy, so dark, which caused a heartbeat to miss a beat, erupts all around me as if it was holding me in some unseen mouth. The voice spoke with a chill as I held myself in the silence still."

"Larry, this is Adversary, I have come for you."

Larry was a roommate, a friend, a love I wanted that sex could not mend. Thoughts lay still within as the voice drifted through my room and headed toward where Larry slept in gloom. I cringed in terror for what Larry had sought, unholy vows he made and the hell he bought.

He remembered the tarot cards Larry tried to read and warned Larry of the darkness he would breathe.

In dreams Michael was shown the cards, a way to divination, a part of him said he was from above and in the eye so the gypsy cards Marie gave to him, he must put aside. A feeling of discomfort sat in his side when he read the tarot, it seemed to go against his heart as the third eye being who sits in a cave sings to his spirit that hangs upside down on the Tree as geometric forms fell from his head.

Larry anxious and eager for sexual desires condemned himself in lust, the lower fires. In tarot he entrusted his heart. They led him to men to bed him down and present him hell's bridal gown. Michael’s love for Larry caused him to descend in to hell to battle for Larry’s soul where it dwelled with the Old Ones, his ancient foes.

On Michael's bed one day Larry did read the spells and brought distress to his eyes and soul. "Larry do not open those forbidden doors. Call the prayers to seal the demons in or they will lead you into a darkness that even light has not mend." No light passed from Larry’s lips and thus began the dance of death between his hips and sexual diseases being to spin.

Larry in his ignorance of magic of the lower worlds did let the cards open a door where his fragmented consciousness was hurtled. Thus, dark demons in winds rose from the waters below and built a tomb within Michael’s rooms.

Before his altar, Michael laid in tears. Many days, long nights he did pray. But dark spirits did walk through Larry's daily chores and struck conversations from their cave spinning doors.

Michael still not aware of the web Larry did weave, continued in prayers for his personal release, until a voice spoke to him in his head and told him that Larry’s soul was dead and he would be the next to wed.

Michael cried, "That can’t be and I will find and fight for Larry’s soul to keep." The dark spirits that Larry raised in his sleep began to bother Michael for his soul to keep.

A presence that brought a chill to his thoughts weighed down upon him. "Not again," he cried within. "Oh Father if you love me so, why let these demons torment from below."

Before he could utter the Lord’s Prayer, he heard a voice within speak.

"I am the power of the Christ within; this body is holy unto God anything that is unholy to God may not reside within."

"I am the power of the Madonna/Christ within; this body is holy unto God anything that is unholy to God may not reside within."

"I am the power of the Archangel Michael; this body is holy unto God anything that is unholy to God may not reside within."

"I am the power of the God Consciousness anything that is unholy unto God cannot reside within."

"I am the power of the Ancient One. Within me lies the power of Creation and that which is, which was, and what is to be. I am the gnosis. I am the tree."

Silence gripped Michael. "What is happening to me that I don’t understand the way of things? All that is happening scares me so. What price must I pay to save my soul and be in the light to know?"

A voice floats from within Michael’s body into the room and rained a light upon him to clear his gloom, "You’re Father is alien, your mother returns, a child from within you is to be born, and you will be the One Who Doesn’t Sleep but Dreams and Walk the In-Betweens, you will be come a Death Walker. You will bring back the children from their graves. Within the eye, they can be saved."

Michael closed his eyes and was startled as he saw worlds coming to him beyond his description with their powers raw.

"Who are they," he asked himself.

A voice called out to him from a space he looked into. "They are dark spirits who are angered at the Life. They fear your power and seek to strike. They seek your worlds of light and creations imprisoned from your sight.

They were many in numbers and fear did rise but the voice said, "You have the power of the Life within your eyes. Stop the war to consume your light."

"I don’t know them," he thought. "How can I do this?"

"It is your death they seek."

He wept a vision shifting from worlds to worlds whose anger began to unfurl. "What am I looking through? What destruction must ensue?"

"You are looking through the 1001 eyes that are dark within. They have a power to bring the false light. They are doorways to worlds you will bring sight to the blind.

Green fire from his eyes dispelled ships of dark as he brought forth from within the Life’s spark. Dark spirits on horses rode to come through his eyes. The Symbols rose from within and released their power and took the dark riders inside.

One morning he woke and in his mind, Michael saw a vision he called divine, a woman who wore a crown so black spoke to him and told him she was his friend from a time of old when magic was new and came back to help become the New. "I am Minerva, I am your friend until the end."

Twelve other voices called to him and he recognized them as friends and confusion came through his mind, where were they, why did he cry.

"We are here! We have always been here! We heard you sing the song and from the spirit world we roamed, looking for you to be human born, and we took the form of friends, people who are special to you because the time of revelation is not yet due.

We must battle not only for your light but we must battle to keep the light in We and so spiritual planes we fight with thee, the holy war is now in the mind of Man."

Warships from worlds below began to come through his multi-eyed doors. "Who are they," he cried that attack his Eyes.

"They are the Mu’s who are afraid of you. Uthra destroyed their world and so they want to destroy you before you are truly born as an Uthra but you now have the Song."

In your haste, psychic powers were released. He destroyed warships, an invasion that was to be. And through his body in spirit, Mu’s did grieve. They wove their spells and chants and won.

His twelve angels fell and died. He returned them to the Mountain to be reborn.

Michael heard silence fall on him and a great battle ensued and a spirit sword was pierced through him.

Angels of light came and took his holy hand and bore him to Mountain of the Mothers to be reborn. Upon a mountain he was changed and reborn in the light of the Mother of All Things and saw his spirit, his soul, his will on the wings of an angel who would sing him home and he flew over spirit planes releasing his song.

Spells and enchantments laid wasted on Michael’s mind but he kept his eye single on divine and unbeknownst to him, you see, it was his faith in the Christ that let him be, because forces for realms he could not perceive were welding great magic and psychic destruction so his light couldn’t be.

When the Dead called to him to become their God when his body was worn from spells that had torn his mind apart, he called to Uthra to sing him home and S/he stood as the Warrior Goddess and sang the Song and the Song brought many worlds down and their spells could not roam and Uthra’s creations began their journey back to the Father's Eye to be reborn.

"What calls to me that makes me grieve as I look outside to the dragon’s voice that promises my heart so many songs but left me in so many graves with its sweet empty words that made me blind, intoxicated on flesh and asleep in so many arms until I forgot my names and the coming of the Dawn. Why am I heaven’s whore, the dog in the temple, the one who howls at the moon as I dance in the fallen Eden that is now the graveyard with the vampires, the Garou, the ghosts, the Archons and other fallen forms. I want my holy crown oh Father, let my soul not roam, let this Dark Diva be reborn and not feast on shadows, no longer be a whore of the heaven, no longer be a shadow of the phallus as I pray for the apocalypse of this face when my darkness gathers wings as it hears the voices that rape me with memory. I am haunted by Life to know the living, as I become a symphony of solitude to become the Father/Mother, reborn."

"You can’t leave until the Heavens and the Earths rise and pass and the We are one again in the Life."

The twelve voices called to him and they prayed and cried with him so he closed his eyes and his journey began to battle for the light within and into dark worlds, through the dimension doors to the realms of the Old Beings, to the astral worlds of demons of great power to free his selves from their bindings.

As it was written upon the sacred waters of the Life, the perfect feminine consciousness would be placed in male form and return the Children of Mu from their banishment.

It is written that an Uthra, would in repentance to All That Is, be born by a woman into as a man and then be born again without a woman’s womb to become the Divine Androgyny when the Eye of Creation descends once again upon this Uthra.

In the beginning was As I Am Round In the Eye of the Alien Father. Uthra, who is the sound, the song will blend the garments of Mu back into the One.

The accursed One who bears darkness upon the brow of Mu shall not cause the spirit of Mu to be no longer bound in their dragon forms.

The Sound and Light comes into flesh and descends into the lands of flesh to consume the dark winds in water until the creations are cleansed and walk through the Sound into the Eye and ride like a chariot across the thirteen skies.

Uthra shall call its name thirteen times through the Heavens to raise the waters of Mu to the Tree of Life. Uthra, is the sound, the song, the spirit, than flesh, than a Heavenly ark and than this Uthra will undress from its human forms and bring back the soul’s face fragmented upon dark waters, change the dark voices and minds that are serving as tombs, as sarcophagus for mankind.

Uthra will become the Image and the Similitude.

Uthra is the High Priestess of Alamos.

Uthra is the Queen of Alamos.

Uthra is the Mother Goddess of Alamos.

Uthra is a Celestial Christ singing in the choir that holds creation together. Uthra is Creation.

Uthra is a feminine consciousness without male or female, it is androgynous. Uthra conceived itself in dark waters to birth a new light.

Uthra is the Symbol of the Ancient One to serve as the key to open the doorways so that souls make walk away from the material drunkenness and the noises of the worlds.

Uthra rise!