I often have risen before the dawn. It is a part of lifes symbolic Eucharist, a meal rich in natures creation and humanities imagination.
When the sky is dark bright Venus the Morning Star ushers as a gate keeper a Janus Gate looking both ways between dark and light. The vibrational sound is different in dark. A Lucifer sets he dips his head to the feminine Horus Eos she warms the sky her tears fall as dew, a manna of cool moisture to the earth. Her fingers red tipped peel back the blanket of this inbetween moment where magick is easily in my thoughts.
As her brother Helios Ra Sol begins his ride upon the Appolonistic Chariot of a new day. His wheel shows in brief flashes of gold behind the sentinal trees the lungs of the Mother.
By now all is natures noise as insects buzz in late May the birds chorus let's you know that the day is come. And the trees whisper at the touch of the rays they require to synthesise - all sounds change.
Even if you return to bed it is good to see it another time. Good to feel it, indeed all senses are aware and inside a little gland is activated energy is transmuted through the eye - so that if in day dreams I go then the light of source is with ease manifest.
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