Sarephim's World Of Magick

Atlantis Behold..

Atlantis behold the sunken treasure,
Give your soul a moments pleasure,
In remembering memories of tales untold,
Sunken in your soul forgotten, Atlantis Behold,

Push your mind beyond this life's illusion,
Reach beyond your minds confusion,
And thanks be to those higher powers,
That reveal again those crystal towers,

So climb again that spiral stair,
Enter the library, pull up a chair,
Whats on the table, take a look,
Allow your mind to enter the living book,

Words and pictures flow through my mind,
I see a tale of another kind,
I see a tale of another race,
I look in a mirror and see a different face,

Woman and book laugh at each other,
When they realize they are one another,
She turns the pages back to the beginning,
Her eyes follow the tale, her head spinning,

She goes back to before the beginning of time,
Her soul is filled with riddle and rhyme,
She follows the tale of this Ancient race,
And how they came here from another place,

They traveled across galaxies from a distant star,
In something they called a merkabah,
They had to leave, their sun was dying,
There was a lot of weeping, a lot of crying,

But they were brave and they were bold,
They were the race of Atlantis behold,
Interplanitary gardeners from outer space,
Come to garden in another place,

So on this planet they made thier home,
And were but legend by the time of Rome,
But still the memory lingers in the hearts of men,
Who know the soul of Atlantis shall rise again,

Now they walk the streets disguised as modern man,
But thier souls remember where they first began,
When they first came here to Terra form,
In a time before time was born,

Thier soul's remember higher things,
Than scrabling over gold and diamond rings,
They remember they are Starborn,
They remember that gold is not as precious as corn,

But let me get back to thier story,
Before this tale got so gory,
The Atlantians were such a beautiful race,
Graceful in form and shining in face,

They understood the great spirits ways,
And spent thier live's in peacefull days,
They understood the power of creation,
And brought the dreamtime into manifestation,

Where they could experience so many things,
Whether at the pyramids or in fairy rings,
They would weave thier magic into the dreams,
And swim in rivers of unconscious streams,

They would practice a thing called re-in-car-nation,
As a learning form of re-creation,
They would play a very sacred game,
Where they would forget then remember it's name,

The game, the cosmic secret service game,
Cosmic thats the game, Secret service thats the name,
To be of service to one another,
Dont say a word, just help each other,

Help each other to remember the dream,
Follow to the source the Arcadian stream,
But soon the dreamtime will come to an end,
And those your thought enemy, you will find are friend,

144,000 Thats the magick number,
To awaken sleepers from their slumber,
It's a vibrational activation code you know,
Wakes them up and presses go,

For beyond the dreamtime you will find we are all kin,
There are no losers, in this game all will win,
So if your secret service mission here is to unfold,
Look into your soul and Atlantis Behold................

Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw