The moon is bright and full and all that passes through my quiet mind is you. The room smells of roses and something I can't quite put my finger on, but it smells like clarity. Love and clarity, the realization of things to come. This lucidly hallucinating clairvoyant state comes rarely. It always goes quickly, though it leaves me with such thoughts and sensations that I can hardly bear it. It leaves me empty, it leaves me wanting and knowing what I want. It leaves me with a way to get it. It's a gift, that trance, that unseeing abyss that I slip into, one full of bright lights, not unlike the Northern ones that I've only seen on tape. I can hear the celestial music, the ethereal choirs on non-beings that sing hymns of power and resistance to the dark. They flow by in swirls of gossamer-seeming light, like silver gauze, only not. They are not men nor women, their voices all sound the same, as they are all one. They are one, we are one, it is one, everything is one. We just have to understand that concept, truly grasp it, for it all to change. What we do effects what we are and what we will do. Every action has it's consequence and every consequence has it's reward. What's hard about that? A lot, it seems. The candle of the moon, that elusive will o' the wisp floats higher and higher. I can't feel my body. There is no body. It's all in my head, in my perceptions. It's all a massive mind-fuck, to put it bluntly. Not all of this is making sense, but it will. It will. In time. In time, the world as we know it will be different. The world as we don't know it will be changed. All that is seen and unseen with become skewed. That is what is to come. I can feel it. They told me. They are what is truth. They know. Only they know. And so do I.