As you gaze at the Moon, let your mind and your instincts carry you back to earlier times, times before time, when humans were new. Gaze at the Moon and remember who you truly are, at your core. Chant for Within Spiraling inward . Deeper than memory Whirling through . . . . . Fragments come . . . . .
Knowings speak in images Remembering comes . . . . .
Wrapped in sounds Pulse drums the eternal chant of life Just as the tiniest crystal retains the blueprints of its fiery birth deep in the Earth, you contain the blueprints of your own origins. In every cell of your body there are memories, encoded secrets and ancient instincts. . . . . Scientists seek them by reading DNA codes. Mystics seek them through the reading of vibrations and energies. Both are correct, but neither can read them with the depth and clarity of one who is the living compilation of these sacred blueprints. . . . .