The Haunted Empire Of Humanity (The Saturn Door) HD

Eons of moonlight corrode ancient pathways While vessels of gold gather dust Upon mirage pedestals Stellar codes long ago scrambled Bear hideous testimony To the raiding forces And manipulators of Earthly frequencies The timeless corridors of Being Echo with the footsteps of broken souls Bereaving the victims of shadows Within the haunted empire of humanity Until such times are ended And the screws are turned We are waiting -----oo00oo----- Thus ends part one - the final moments of a dream before waking from a sleep punctuated by interruptions and changes. The filters of the mind make little sense of an incoming stream of information being received by the dreamer in their semi lucid state and surreal forms are sculpted, which the awakening soul remembers only briefly before they fade from remembrance. Yet once the outer form of this experience fades away, the awakened dreamer dimly recalls something of importance behind it. Intangible and unimaginable elements and recapitulations - a vaguely familiar sense of great potential or something once lost in cosmic childhood and fleetingly recalled, then lost once again in the mercurial tides of the subconscious. An ancient seed has fallen upon fertile ground, and this seed will grow to create the timber of the doorway you are invited to walk through as this story unfolds over time ...