Furie (?) – October 1992

Getting closer now. As always the technology makes it easier for us to correspond. There are the ancients and the neophytes that are potential ancients. Feel the veins of the power that lies within us all. Feel the weight of the amnesia and the doubt that is to eradicate the memories of the genius for the sake of the mass. The more that I experience the more that I realize that the power lies there. It often needs a nudge or a whisper to make it believe in itself. But it is there. But there is always the travels in dreams. Those highways and mirrors that are my blessing and my vice. To see and not be heard. To direct is fascinating and pleasing, but to know that you are sensed and ignored is frustrating. Do you need the Mandrake again? Must I force you to see it?

Will you come to you sense soon or shall I let it all go by? Many questions I have and sorrow I feel for becoming attached. They told us not to. They told us that the price of extension is to watch our loved ones grow old around us and die. So we remove ourselves from the lives of those we love and are content to watch from a distance their pains, successes, trials and loves. We watch you fall in love, although you promised that you never would. We knew that you wouldn’t last. We see and are happy for you. We know you wouldn’t understand. You would want to become and we can’t do that to you. But still we feel the same mortal feelings. Surprise is gone. But still we feel.

“When I dream, you dream about me.” How many have you been. You that occupy my mind and my thoughts and my dreams? How many thymes have I felt this way. “The mind is a labyrinth…secrets still secret.” As many thymes as you read into my journals you never read into my mind. You missed the essential part. That Furie is what you
should look at. Your ego can eradicate your power. Galion is not ancient. He is a protector. He has power, but not like yours. You must submit to your weaknesses and gestalt with them before you can integrate your power. It is there for you, I can help you. You must find your own way.
Belief in those that only speculate. Deep inside there is a feeling that can’t be denied. A force that will drive you to your place. To a place that is home to you. A home for the homeless. A sanctuary for the forgotten ones. A dream come true. I must go now to my land. My place of reason and peace. I leave this place thankfully. It is strange and I know that what I do here is destined, but I look forward to my calling. To my quest back to the homeland and to my loves.
October 22, 1992