5. transmission

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It is I who am hidden within Radiant Waters. I am the one who gradually.... put forth (manifested, emanated) the All.... It is I who am laden with the Voice. It is through me that Gnosis comes forth. I am perception (enlightenment) and knowledge, uttering a Voice... I am the real Voice. I cry out in everyone, and they recognize it (the Voice), since a seed (of me) dwells in (each of) them. I revealed myself ... among those who recognize me. For it is I who am joined (who am within) everyone... -- Trimorphic Protennoia, Nag Hammadi Library ____________________________________________________________ ...... .... .... ..Ondine obeyed and remained silent and still. Perhaps more from her shock and fear than out of respect. ....In spite of her youthful nature to rebel and flee, her body unwillingly relaxed. ....This ominous Dark massive creature began to speak in words one would expect a father might speak to a tiny child. For an instant ,Ondine felt a smirk emerge at such silly words. But soon found that what she felt might not be what it seemed…......As the Dark dragon spoke...... .... ..
DreamsSun beamsN dragon wingsCatching all the lightPrism's mounds of substanceMulti colored from the sightBirdie tweetsCandy sweetsBalanced on the tongueNot the cryingNot denyingShadows from the sunFingers at the base of treesPrayer upon our bleeding kneesDigging for the roots of allWhispering impassioned calls………..open open up the heartLet the soul beginWatch the veil begin to partWithin the eyes of friendsBlatant there before us allLong before the myth or fall
Dark n lightDay n nightServed in place of matterFair exchangeRearrangedWith cupN swordNPlatterWave the wandUrge us onFind the hearts delightJoy's the vesselDisembarkingBoardFor distant sights.. ..She suddenly felt as if all portions of her form were fleeing their familiar gathering of its dragon shape and were trying to scatter to the night like a flock of tiny birds. ....And at the same time she envisioned the sensation of this scattering to be more than a transformation. Her mind could only grasp the event by naming a comparison……she felt as if her whole body was but a drop of oil upon the element water. And this drop of oil exploded upon its surface and spread to the no thing. All boundaries were lost. All knowledge of self obscured. She had become the slivered rotting wood on the vessel’s deck…the gems piled haphazardly in the corners and scattered over the entire vessel…the stars that hung like lanterns in the four directions as well as the above and below…the surface of the ocean and the mirrored moon. And most profound of all… she was the Dark creature that balanced before her between the known and the unknown worlds.....A single thought came to Ondine, “This must surely be my death.”....And the Dark Dragon before her responded in mindspeak to her thoughts, “Yes, just one of the many deaths you will come to know.”....With these words in her mind the Dark Dragon’s form began to ripple as a tremor on the surface of water might under a soft breeze. ....“You have all else within, my daughter, all else will be revealed.”....“ I merely breeched your enclosure so that the underground streams might flow. The formula for this alchemy, the legacy, will be yours to understand, learn and live in the world of dreams. This you will send to the forward now.’....Suddenly a crescendo of nature began to move the ship and skies.....Clouds gathered in a hushed rush over the light of the setting moon. The former surface of a stagnant sea began to rise and fall under increasing winds. ....Ondine strained to hear the sounds of mindspeak from the form before her. But the blending sounds began to fade and bind with the sounds of waves and water.....Ondine could see that the father she had never known was submitting his form back to the elements and the ethers like a willing lover.....Without a fear for self and without a care of what might result, Ondine screamed to the heavens. “Father, why are you forsaking me?”....Both the Dragon’s caustic and healing tears of a million souls poured from her eyes and fell to the storms winds threatening to sink the fragile vessel she stood upon.....Ondine lurched to flight and Rose above the ship just as the dark below swallowed her place of rest.....The winds threw her toward the sky and caught her up in the currents of time and cast her back toward her new home in Sylvhara.....And no matter how hard she pumped her wings to try to return to the place she had encountered her father, the winds drove her back toward Sylvhara.....As she struggled and fought the currents that carried her toward her destination, Ondine thought she heard a whisper in her mind that spoke once more in the Ancient tongue of all dragons,....“All Light is not good. All Dark is not evil.Blessed be the Elvin womb that carried you toward your place in this world.”...... ..Ondine,Like her Dark Father, submitted to the winds that carried her. A tiny fragment of faith and surrender had breached her soul....... ..