The body and mind cannot provide answers for questions of the soul.

That is what chronic illness is . . . a disconnect between what our souls can do and what our bodies can do.

Purify, purify.

I was broken in body, soul, and spirit. My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect languished, the disposition to read departed; the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed upon me; and behold a man transformed into a brute!

VISION OF A WISARD

How many of you wish to be Wizards when you grow old?
How many of you want to fly?

I wished to become a dragon – he said
And he looked at us with eyes filled with fire

The Wizard of Earth’s Sea
Descended to tell us a secret of
ABRACADABRA
Get to know – he said - God’s true name

The word will initiate Power
Gate keepers of Ancient Knowledge
Will open their doors
Mythological Archetypes will start their dance
Leading you to your tribal clout

Skeletons scattered over the burial grounds
Ancestors with their weapons and spears
Saints and Demons
Doctors and Gypsies
Healers and Witches
Will join you to celebrate

The Birth of Self
Power of Mind over Body
The Vision of the Dominion of Light

Body and mind, and spirit, all combineTo make the Creature, human and divine.