For insight into the spiritworld I paint this mirror black
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In order to enhance my vision, travel to the beyond and back
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Slightly intoxicated, numbing the nerves of my anatomy
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Mindset for discovery
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Like a lighthouse in the embrace of night's darkness they are
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Candles lit, incense ablaze serves me as earthbound guiding stars
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Unreality chilling my spine, an omen inside
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I stare into thee, mirror reveal to me
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The scrying session begins
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The darkness of the looking glass increasing in depth it seems
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A sacrosanct phenomena I thought only could occour in dreams
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The psychomantum reflects nothing but an appearance begins
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I gaze in hypnotic stare, someone is there within
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Inside the surface of glass, a face I cannot see
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Perhaps from times long passed
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Staring back from the blackpainted mirror, a face I recognize
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Morphing now into spinning light
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Metamorphosis from face to vortex, a portal of some kind
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Projecting my mind into the spiral light, mind and mirror will now unite
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Becoming formless, disconnecting with the flesh
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Scrying infinity, body left for dormancy
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Falling and rising in timelessness, light before me and within
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Melting in illumination, around me as I spin
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As I did you can also enter and see
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Venture beyond, rise now and follow me
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Inside the surface of glass, located in this place
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Tri-located in now, future and past
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Meeting the looking glass guest, appearing again
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As I become one with the spiral -
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Light, before me and within, around me as I spin
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Enter intution and see, override logic and follow me.
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The Psychomantum Litany (Chronicle Excerpt)
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| Theory in Practice |
