Posted by Anonymous on 2019/06/25 under Life "The lips of wisdom are sealed but to the ears of understanding" the kabalion Every day I hear the whispers in my ears, from time to come and time in the rear. They tell me to take stock of the content of my mind for what is inside is not truly mine. They like to remind me I'm not a brain, but a divine entity with a mind to make a change. The more I dive, the greater the pressure becomes, the darker the world and further the sun. I dream of emerald lions who can take a bit from the sun, and red mercury does run. It tastes bitter in my sea, for I am of fish. I am given gold, white powder it becomes, and my voice summons it and the red mercury of the sun. I watch as Saturn comes back around, and wait for its reckoning to soon be found. We move away from the fish in the sky, to the water bearer who I hold in my moon inside. The vibration shifts, and with it the dawn changes, those who do not rise will be taken with it. The poles will change and fill the sky with red mercury from the emerald lions bite. The charge below will fade and dementions will appear, those on the lower will be freed of their fear when the oceans of Saturn draw them near. The shadow will be cast, and only the substantial will persiver.