Art and Poetry

by my ancestors of the forgotten Past. Ever since I know myself and my nature, I do not count the years aging the body; however, I number the eternal moments

spent in the presence of the within Soul. Looking in the mirror of my mortal mind, Mother-Divine Earth of the Noble Origin, you have come to my forgetful thoughts

to awake the reason-essence of existence and revive the deeper memories of the Past. Divine Mother-Star, known as Tara-Earth, my fingers embrace the depth of the colors,

depth of the within space-time mysteries transcending beyond the rigid matrix of the canvas, the matrix of the mundane physical motion. Nevertheless, since my past incarnations,

I have spoken to You through symbols seen in my dreams and sacred Visions, I have spoken the words of artistic images revealing the alchemical Nature of True Life.

Mother-Divine and Giver of manifesting Wisdom, You put in each painted color and sculpted form the Seal of the Inner-Esoteric Knowledge, Seal of the ancestral archetypes-Source.

Each color and form makes me free of all-that-is Past, Present, and Future, free of the Origin and beginning of Substance, the great Beginning of pure material Form,

each color grounded in the white canvas purges the Soul of all memories and feelings that would cradle my incarnated body. Great Mother-Star and Divine Earth,

my fingers and hands are praying in the ancient Ritual of the Fire of Light, Ritual of the High Priestesses of the Sun, grasping the vibration of the fleeting moment

in each painted color-forming the image. I hear the Voice of the Pre-History, Voice of the Priestesses of the Sun of Atlantes penetrating Aeons backward and forward,

I remember the future from the past Cycles while I see the past from the future of Cosmos. I live in the Core of the silent Moment multiplying in countless moments-incarnations,

while my sorrowful tears do not fall in the Abyss of the white-painted canvas, the tears become dried by the heating Light coming out from my eyes of the Past

and transcending the eyes of the Present. Clairvoyant minds of the mortal world, hear the message of my created images, count the crucified hopes of the peoples on Earth

bleeding in my painted ideogrammatic images, and acknowledge the Voice of the Human Soul, which driving force will empty the affliction from the heart of the seekers of the Eternal Truth.

Mother of all the Beings of the Earth, I was born to measure the span of Your Eternities with my infinitesimal fragment called life, and hold to the chest its weightless motion,

the etheric motion of my written images transcending the canvas of the human world. I live in a world in which Truth-Reality is taught in schools under the form

of ever-changing conceptual truth, while the Gnostic Truth and Inner Knowing are denied, denigrated, and murdered with the knife of materialistic philosophies.

Mother-beloved since my early childhood and wise Counselor of the tearful pains, I was guided to perceive the vastness of space sheltering the purifying mysteries

born out of the brush-written color, space-color of forming alchemical images written in letters of metaphysical symbols. I was guided by the Beings of Light

to perceive and create the ancestral myth written on pages of past memories of the Soul, pages-paintings of WRITTEN not painted IMAGES, written in the transcendental language spoken

in the Etheric Realms of the Immortal Angels, the language that is spoken with the silent sound heard by all the yogic minds of the Beings inhabiting the countless Worlds of the Mother-Stars.

I was guided to cross beyond the visual tradition of mind-made artistic perception and canons, I was taught in the daily yogic visions, the Christogramic Language-Alphabet of the Stars

that shall return with the coming Sixth Race of Man, the transcendental Language of Written Images, Language of the Seven Spheres of Life in which the revealing Power of Destiny

could murmur the deep-rooted Creed of the Souls. Mother-Star of the Twelve Heavens, Khaa-Ayyaa-Tara-Virgin-Mary-Earth, I am thrilled in the Divine Presence

of Your spaceless Infinite and Great Unknown, I raise the head toward the encircling horizon aiming to transcend the shade of deathless stars, I mold the cradle for the birth of the artworks,

cradle of the pristine Cosmic Consciousness, the cradle-nest for the coming Sixth Race of Man, the Race that will live for the Eternity of the Moment, never seeking the Moment consumed by the Flesh.

That was the way in which lived before-ages the Atlantean civilization of the immortal Gods, dividing the earth among themselves, building temples, teaching the Lesser Races

the Gnosis of Infinite-Eternal Creation, and ordaining the Priesthood of the Sun, the Inner Sun-Soul of Universe Christos. Great Mother Self-manifesting as Earth

in the eyes of the knowers of Eternal Truth, I bring homage to You and invoke Your Name with the lips of pure faith and self-sacrifice, I'm walking in the desert of the red sandstones,

the desert of the last survivors in Peace and Balance from the last Cosmic War of the Archonic Gods, I treasure the memories of the past incarnations and decipher the meaning of the Sacred Visions,

I am walking in the Desert of the Red Stones dressed in the robes of shimmering dreams. Mother-Progenitor of all earthly races, tell me that I'm no longer bound

by the Seal of Time, since I'm walking the Path leading beyond the Night of the Worlds, and I am not the prisoner of the Cosmic Cycle born before the Heavens and Earth-Star.

Willingly, my Soul comes in the mortal worlds flaming in Mysteries of the Original One Breath, I know that I die in the Flesh of the stars searching to reveal the One Truth of the All,

the Truth of Alchemical Letters and Symbols engraved by my mortal hands in artworks, engraved with the Mysteries of Agartha, inherited Mysteries from the Overlords of Atlantis.

Cosmic Mother, say that my Flesh was not fashioned by the hand of the Keepers of Light, so, I would have time to breathe day and night in the Astral Hands of Your Cosmic Soul,

and sleep in the pale blue of the earthly sky. Mother of the dying Earth-mothers, let me be what I have always been, one of the Guardians of the Inner Sun

tortured in the bloody cruelty of darkness by the time-line of Past, Present, and Future. Mother, tell me in Tongue of the Mysteries, how many marks I had inscribed

in the Golden Stone of your Past? Everything I've ever had has been released into the storming Wind-holding the Ages, while the mortal Flesh is held aware

by the ancestral calling from Ammen Thaa, whereas the Soul is kept in the spellbinding and karmic desire for the Cycle of Incarnations. Mother-Star of the visible and invisible Earth,

the transcendental colors of your SPIRIT are glittering in my eyes, while the tongue articulates the forgotten words of the sleepless angels:

Logos, Giver of Order and timeless Prayers, Giver of the infinite Heavens and Realms, bestow upon us the Immortal Mystery of One Breath-giving the Life of the All.

Logos, Father of the infinite Emanations begetting Space, Life, Mind, and Eternities, hold our hands and teach us to walk the Karmic Path of Cosmic Evolution.

Mother Earth of Divine Nature, I'm standing in front of Your Cosmic Gates and look to the Etheric Cradle of Eternities holding the Alchemical Mysteries of our lives,

Mysteries-forming the past and future races, Mysteries painted as Christogramic images by the hands of my Soul and Flesh, hard-working hands that struggle to cast away

the malevolence of the cruel world and bring the Inner Sun-Giver of All-Goodness, the Sun-Soul of All-Creation, Christos the Sun of Man. Mother Khaa-Ayyaa-Tara-Virgin-Mary-Earth,

the Beloved One of the monks, Sages, and Yogis, Light beyond measure for the sentient Beings who travel to Your Heart-Halls of Ammenti, touch my heart and watch over me

with all the Stars-sisters of Your Cosmic Seed. Mother of the sacred Visions and prophetic dreams, release me of the karmic burden of the Past and acknowledge Your alchemical Powers

in the wording symbols of my artworks, hold the pulsation of my speaking lips and reveal to the mind and restless Soul the longing of the Father of the Gods and Man.

Great Mother-Star of all the earthly mothers, you have chosen to descend-transcend in the motion of my fingers, in the enduring message of the painted canvas,

you have chosen to born the Light of the Moment into the life-ocean of our shadows and tears. Mother Earth, Star of the southern Universe, whisper into my mind the boundless Wisdom

and show me the esoteric-sacred images to be painted on the canvas-heart of our blind and egocentric world, and mold in all-given alchemical images

the Gnostic Bread of the Immortal Love with your timeless visions and dreams. Beloved Mother of my Atlantean ancestors, pour the Infinite into my grief-stricken heart,

and paint through my fingers on the white canvas the hopes of all living Beings of the Earth with the colors of resurrected freedom. Therefore, the Flesh and Blood of the world

will acknowledge the existence of the Spirit, the unifying Spirit of One-brotherly Mankind. Mother Earth, Divine Sister of all Stars, you have come to my forgiving heart and mind

to awake the true reason of existence, your celestial Soul-Body has descended in countless shapes of Astral Manifestation in front of the Sacred Eye of my Being,

and we have merged in elliptical lines painted in colors that shall overcome the silent pain of my dying Life-Force. Mother-Counselor of my unspoken sufferings,

turn the Wheel of the Cosmic Forces and purify the ill-fated existence of this world, look to the masks worn by your earthlings on the face of the dying days and nights,

on the Face of the lost Souls of Mankind, listen to the language of evil and degeneration, the insensitive language we speak today, and remember the words-Legacy rooted

in the ground of our native worlds-stars. Cosmic Mother of our present Race-Flesh, between our fingers and clouded minds you feel the presence of the evil spirits

breathing and seducing our driving Life-Force. Mother, Star-Earth, tell us who are we, all the poor and needy ones of this world subjugated by fear and the daily fight for survival,

say that we are the race of fallen angels traveling in the endless desert of Death from the days of the far-long Antiquity, fallen Beings cursed by the Archonic Gods

ruling over our Past and Present Destiny, fallen in the hands of the Darkness and Evil, fallen prey for the Older Diabolic Races who have looted the worlds of the Mother-Stars.

And yet, we have grown and felt in ourselves the touch of the Supreme Creator of All leading us toward the beloved homeland, the Home-Worlds of our forgotten stars,

Home of the Higher Spheres of Life. Mother Earth, Star shining in the southern Universe, we are lost in the memories of our ancestral dreams but selves-found in the One Crucible of Life:

the Eternal Light-Flame of the Soul of Man burning in the heart of all worldly Beings. Mother-Earth of the Past and Future of Times, You have shown me who I am

in many dreams and sacred Visions, You have shown my restless Soul riding upon the Wind of Karmic Incarnations, and moving from the far-distant South

to my Northern Home of Universe. I am in the Flesh of this World-Race but I am not One-Flesh with the world, and alike me, there other Brothers and Sisters,

sisters and brothers in Spirit-Soul not in Flesh, walking the unknown Karmic Path of Life. Mother-Star, Earth-Cradle of Life, I can no longer deny my nature and origin

in front of the Winds of the Great Abyss, in front of the thunderbolt hold by the Hand of the ancient and present Gods of the Earth, the secret Rulers from the Northern Universe,

the Archonic Lordship that has followed the Fall of Atlantes, the Fall of the Races of Man. I am coming Great Mother in front of You, I am coming in the Name of the Ancient Legacy

written on the Holy Stones of Destiny from the City of Shamballah of Agartha, the City of Light of the earthly Worlds-Races, the City of the free Consciousness-Beings,

the City of the Immortal Siddhahood. Mother-Earth and Sister of my Star-World, Beloved in the Nature of All-Creation, I am baptized in the Fire of the Inner Sun,

and fated to reveal in the artworks the restless struggle of the Soul of Man to overcome the Forces of the Night of Creation. Mother-Star Khaya-Tara-Virgin-Mary-Earth,

Alchemical Candlelights are burning in the spacial depth of the colors and forms, painted colors and sculpted artistic forms having the imprints of Resurrection and Creation,

Etheric Candlelights are burning within the space of the colored form-images engraved with cryptogrammic Seals of Eternities. Clairvoyant eye of the earthly world,

look through the within-window opening the visible space of each image written with cryptogrammic letters of Pure Life, never look to the image in itself

covering the mortal space of the canvas. Henceforth, you will perceive the crucified Destiny on the eternal Cross of the Spirit, the Spirit-Giver of Life of the earthly races

living on the Cosmic Flesh of the Mother Earth, Cosmic Flesh and CRUCIBLE OF LIFE, Crucible-indwelling the present artistic creed coming from the Legacy of Atlantis,

Legacy of the Priestesses of the Ancient Sun traveling through Time and Worlds of the Stars. Far-sighted eye of the earthly sages and near-sighted eye of the egocentric ones,

know that I have struggled and lived through karmic incarnations of the Soul in poverty of the cyclic social hierarchy but in rich purity of the Spirit and Consciousness,

never binding the mind and heart with the ropes of desires and passion for the perishable richness of the mortal world, never binding the consciousness

in the ropes of greed, selfishness, and vice, megalomania, self-distraction, and hunger for power, ropes of the Great Abyss and Night of Creation. Know that I have lived and ever-struggle

to hold in the immortal Hands of my Soul the burden of true Love and Cosmic Cognition, burden-giving Visions of the Third Eye, the Giver of self-knowledge and self-realization

that last through lifetimes-incarnations and beyond. Acknowledge in my cryptic Christograms written on canvas and sculptures of terra-cotta that the archetypal Great Mind of Creation

exist within the essence of every one of us walking the path of the mortal lives. Though, in the Mind of Creation ever-dwell Inner Self-Knowledge and Crucible of Life,

Crucible of True Life unifying mortal and immortal, unifying us to our most distant ancestor, unifying me to you and your future destiny through the invisible mysteries-nature of the All.