Word of Mouth...

Dear Reader,

In the old circles lips to ear, was the ways it was passed down. I would like to try this in a modern marketing sense...

Operation ask you're local book store if they have the book Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.II
Looking for 100 local  volunteers that go to book stores regularly and simply, ask the clerk, or librarian if they have Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.2
Alchemical whispers please and thank you its my power of word of mouth experiment to pay it forward,
for each copy your simple asking a clerk if they carry my book, is one step closer to getting
Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol. 2 into book stores, and I am told word of mouth,
is the best advertiser I wanted to try Operation 100 people
ask your local.
book store about
alchemical whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.2
Thank You All! Its is a great book.enjoy.

LKCP2KXIII

City Tales

For once upon a time we played out in the city streets,

and with age we learned to appreciate

values of trees.

We had even went paperless and stayed in our homes,

because the forest were hours drives 

away.

We traded in the sounds of birds,

to the chattering machine guns on t.v.

We found ways to capitalize on the masses,

 for sacred knowledge of divinity,

which was free to anyone with 

Ears to Listen.

An Open 

Heart

And here we are now,

 more awake.

And here we are now, 

as clear as we can See.

But the dust on my eyelids weigh heavy,

reaching for the hourglass the sand man wields.

I ponder the universe contained within each grain of sand,

the vastness of its eternal integrity housed init-self.

The infinite, 

The Mysteries,

The Songs,

The People.

sharing the same space in the glass,

 thinking each one is different.

LKCP2KXIII

Vapors of Gods

Once we lay our eyes to rest, the world blossoms insights not seen by sons of man.

And as it seems at times they only listen to voices of God's Scribes of man.

There are those who seek alchemical whispers through eyes outside of ones mind.

But un aware the true reflection resides in the pools of darkness hidden deep within the cosmos...

Seek not and thou shall find, the many treasure gods placed inside...

Coded in language of the birds for in each his own to decode,

Reach out for Akashic vapors...for its very keys you hold.

LKCP2KXIII

See now Be

Wandering in the silence of stillness...whispered sighs.

Eye can't see, for once I was blind.

Now I see, all fears left behind.

Taking the path to 45°, direct decents of the twin suns.

Sipping the dew of truth, from the grail of veils.

Seek not and thou shalt find, the doorways of aether lands.

The blind hath left behind.

LKCP2KXIII

Dear Madame Blavatsky

Dear Madame Blavatsky,


  It has been quite some time now that you have ascended back into the akashic mist, and still through the street your name can be heard. even though your not physically here your voice is still heard and many of the seeds you planted here have grown into some complex equations solved, and yet your still misunderstood even after science finally caught up to your insights.

From: mental, physical, astral, metaphysics and all you have brought into light for the new age... I still ponder why then some people still slander your name though your "theories" some of which have been proven by mainstream science years later. though you tried to merge the arts, stones are still castes through v-logs on the inter-web, and false media, conspiracies.

   I have seen many oddities in my lifetime that I would have loved to have asked your interpretations; I call out in dreams, your name hoping for a glimpse into observation and always end up back at the self reflected in the eyes of others...through them you speak in tongues at times it is hard for me to decipher, and I remember the silence...softly greeting me. 

 How honest its voice as the glass shatters between hemispheres what really lay beyond the horizon. and I hear her voice again; "The Banshee" calling out my name once again i only see her lips move before she disappears...what was it she said to me? was she the banshee my true mother? of what planet origin was she? and when...or will she ever come back to me?

  Or was she a Sylph? and was the orb that wore tentacles a companion or one from a different side? why can I not remember our conversation but the images play in my head like a movie. a silent film I try to read her lips...and I hear the Voice of Silence.

    Creativly Yours,
     LKCP2KXIII        

Ouroboros Waking

While in meditation pointing ones tounge up and into the "pool of heaven" spine is like an erect snakes body and tongue is its head.

Chin angled in 45 degrees with combonation of sinus, 3rd eye (2nd sight of the snake) and throat controlling the breathe as if. One was barely breathing.

While taking in the same amount of oxygen feels as if your breathing through your pores. Felling the same as it looks while a serpent breathing. 

Unleash coils inton the circle of life an encopass the Ouroboros from within when Kundalini becomes Shakti and births creation from the depths of all roots, syphoning electric raindrops caressing ones etheric shell...

And only time will tell what is meant for now, why does its essence linger in thy presence and where is tommorrow?

LKCP2KXIII