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even to the end of space of this cycle. |
Aye, glimpsed the HOUNDS of the Barrier, |
lying in wait for he who would pass them. |
In that space where time exists not, |
faintly I sensed the guardians of cycles. |
Move they only through angles. |
Free are they not of the curved dimensions. |
Strange and terrible |
are the HOUNDS of the Barrier. |
Follow they consciousness to the limits of space. |
Think not to escape by entering your body, |
for follow they fast the Soul through angles. |
Only the circle will give ye protection, |
save from the claws |
of the DWELLERS IN ANGLES. |
Once, in a time past, |
I approached the great Barrier, |
and saw on the shores where time exists not, |
the formless forms |
of the HOUNDS of the barrier. |
Aye, hiding in the midst beyond time I found them; |
and THEY, scenting me afar off, |
raised themselves and gave the great bell cry |
that could be heard from cycle to cycle |
and moved through space toward my soul. |
Fled I then fast before them, |
back from time's unthinkable end. |
But ever after me pursued they, |
moving in strange angles not known to man. |
Aye, on the gray shores of TIME-SPACE'S end |
found I the HOUNDS of the Barrier, |
ravening for the Soul |
who attempts the beyond. |
Fled I through circles back to my body. |
Fled, and fast after me they followed. |
Aye, after me the devourers followed, |
seeking through angles to devour my Soul. |
Aye, know ye man, |
that the Soul who dares the Barrier |
may be held in bondage |
by the HOUNDS from beyond time, |
held till this cycle is completed |
and left behind |
when the consciousness leaves. |
Entered I my body. |
Created the circles that know not angles, |
created the form |
that from my form was formed. |
Made my body into a circle |
and lost the pursuers in the circles of time. |
But, even yet, when free from my body, |
cautious ever must I be |
not to move through angles, |
else my soul may never be free. |
Know ye, the HOUNDS of the Barrier |
move only through angles |
and never through curves of space. |
Only by moving through curves |
can ye escape them, |
for in angles they will pursue thee. |
O man, heed ye my warning; |
Seek not to break open |
the gate to beyond. |
Few there are |
who have succeeded in passing the Barrier |
to the greater LIGHT that shines beyond. |
For know ye, ever the dwellers, |
seek such Souls to hold in their thrall. |
Listen, O man, and heed ye my warning; |
seek ye to move not in angles but curves, |
And if while free from thy body, |
though hearest the sound like the bay of a hound |
ringing clear and bell-like through thy being, |
flee back to thy body through circles, |
penetrate not the midst mist before. |
When thou hath entered the form thou hast dwelt in, |
use thou the cross and the circle combined. |
Open thy mouth and use thou thy Voice. |
Utter the WORD and thou shalt be free. |
Only the one who of LIGHT has the fullest |
can hope to pass by the guards of the way. |
And then must he move |
through strange curves and angles |
that are formed in direction not know to man. |
List ye, O man, and heed ye my warning: |
attempt not to pass the guards on the way. |
Rather should ye seek to gain of thine own Light |
and make thyself ready to pass on the way. |
LIGHT is thine ultimate end, O my brother. |
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