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holy well to the holy wood above it. I enter the mouth of a cave and travel
towards the heart of a mountain. I offer up a sacrifice on the altar I find there.
I fill my eyes with the light of the slowly setting sun. The sky stands still. It turns
red and divides itself. The separated sky begins to move. I see the skies revolving.
I see a strange country. I see shifting sands and bright cloth blazing. I see a city
born of the sun’s descent. I see the moon rising like a skull. A triangle of stars
forms above the city. One of the stars is reflected in a muddy pool of water.
Beneath the starlit sky, the valley of vision shines.
I see the great bird that changes colour to ensure it can always be seen. By
studying the bird at rest in a tree, by transcending the bird and the tree, I am able
to enter the essence of the bird, to blink and fly as the bird does.
Clouds enter my body and are exhaled through my nostrils. My outstretched
wings uphold the sun and the moon. I travel by means of the source of light
towards the source of light.
A sweet fragrance arises from nowhere to delight me. The moment of Christ’s
death on the cross represents the central point in world spiritual history. Salvation
emanates from the outstretched arms of the Saviour, extending to the beginning
of time on one side and reaching out to the end of time on the other. The
beginning and the end are one. Everything is redeemed in the sphere of the some
time living. The sky receives its reward through the limitless extension of the
upper axis of the instrument of slaughter. The blood that falls from the Saviour’s
wounds nourishes the earth. Sky and earth are purified, resurrected and made
new.
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