light rushes through my closed eyes. light of coolness, warmth, blazing fire. i see it only with closed eyes. open ones are blind.
i feel the god-head-energy surging hrough me. it is subtle, but it is strong. stronger than steel. but my body and superficial mind are pathetic. perhaps they will always be so.
in prayer i am a mighty mountain, in the flesh, i am barely a man.
make me a mountain on this plane. make me a star. make me a mountain RANGE. i shall be more than i am. i shall shed this skin and become new as a newborne's skin. i shall wash in the jordan seven times. and i shall be clean. wash me! wash me! wash me! wash me! wash me! wash me! wash me!
all the world. athena, help me access the wisdom to gently turn this paper-thin, kitten-weak, immature external mind and body, as i said guide it to better and better and finally great performance on the terran plane. please, mother. hail!
i shall use the gifts given to me. my god! i am an embarrassment of riches! no greater fool every lived! for others who are pathetic on this plane do not have the glaxaies by the hundreds that i have been given. i have the mind of a genius and i act like a fool. so therefore i am in the big leagues of sinners. no more!
sin not against thyself!!!!!!!!!!!!!
