I communed with a Special Tea Blend of the Shaman / Chaman.
The taste may be reminiscent of a touch of ramen.
The effects of being multiple dimensions simultaneous,
The energy blast of awareness nearly instantaneous.
Awakened energy surged 33 steps of the spine,
Electric and magnetic energy shattering the mind.
Complete expansion of the Pineal,
pouring forth as the sacred Sangreal.
Blue Lotus, Spirit Vine, and more recipes of mystic lore,
Opening forth with keys of wisdom to enter Shamballa door.
A consciousness of brilliant luminescent white and gold,
Streaming journey onwards beyond time of young and old.
The transformational journey of the Eternal,
before times of heaven and the burning infernal.
Awareness of realities parallel past future and one.
The gateway fractals as the golden Sun.
I saw and experienced in memories time,
of the MetaRadiant Ones cloaked in the beyond sublime.
Masters of Magoi Ethernanos and alchemical creations,
Universes unto oneselves ascending in great elations.
The great councils replicated through space,
with free choice to create and guide creations with grace.
There too was a brotherhood without patience acting in haste.
Embodying with force leading to much destructive waste.
Just but a neophyte, not adept in the creation of light,
Consuming other life force instead of mastery of ones night.
The gravitational fields linked to the time, cycled over as a rhyme.
Trapped were they in their creations of mine.
Replicated forth these creations as cells of the body,
were they perfectly imperfect? or perhaps a touch shoddy.
Infecting as a virus the golden ratios once pure.
Muddying the natural balance and cure.
The MetaRadiant Ones responded as the council,
to embody and repair the infected tonsil.
Rather than destroy and remove with magical surgical,
Return the Divine blueprint of Geometry and Metallurgical.
Then came forth the MetaRadiant Ones,
instructing and reeducating gods drunk with rums.
Mixed forth the golden Divine codes into the blood,
Once what was created out of alien blood mixed with mud.
New streams of light, now merged with the darkness of night.
Evolving to awaken the creations that have slumbered sight.
The mind, once a tool of the gods and control,
now infused with the photons to return it to whole.
Now the goal is Ignited into form,
prepare forth for the cleansing storm.
The tower collapses as the truth takes hold.
Behold and be now the consciousness beyond Gold.
This is a key of wisdom of the Cham Chaman