Archaic Destiny

Part 1

From the depths of my psyche appears a relative reality, my conscious contains the godhead of totality. Within this continuum I perceive evolution, organically accelerated by divine retribution. Transitions of light prepare me for my travel, as my pineal transcends me at it unravels. As my soul leaves my body I prepare for this flight, in a deep trance I leave and begin such a plight. The spirit within me travels through particles, my existence transverses with the aid of botanicals. The linearity of time, it crumbles and falls, as I hear the voice of the astral call.

Part 2

Within these dimensions one can see a faint gleam, a recollection of space which is torn at its seams. A shamanic brew which heals, enlightens and mends, open your third eye to what two cannot comprehend. A psychedelic mediator which brings you to space, deep through the universe within this cosmic race. Entheogenic adaptation allows you to be, what you were blind to before but now clearly see.

Part 3

Symbols transcribe in unorderly fashions, hiding from us a most ancient contraption. They come to us in unknowable forms, replete throughout these societal norms. I attempt to grasp at their sacred meaning, unaware to me that their truth is gleaming. One can find these notions deep beneath the surface, giving one’s life a strange sense of purpose. These convictions appear from a past apparition, a life-long lived in remarked trepidation. The archetypes appeared in a legend long sung, and the origin arises from a lore that is young. I meditate on artifacts which bring me my fate, and I'm praying for my judgement before it’s too late. From deep within my sleep the soothsayers call, telling me I know I must give my all.