So we saw the darkness as a mantle jewelled with diamonds,
Studded deep with stars that traced the path of constellations,
Watching, quite transfixed, as there unfurled the secret history.
Running through the labyrinth of the library deep within it,
Lit by lonely lanterns left at strange, bewitching corners.
Racing through all time, the fourth dimension, as if finite,
Lost yet seeking – yearning – for the promised destination.
Then a shock! A shadow out of nowhere jumps to grab us:
Silent, strong vibrations make us shake upon our mattress,
Right inside our being sounds a minor chord of warning.
Dr Rudolf Steiner sends us out of the Akashic.
What could he have known that had eluded our awareness,
Hidden from our sight the buried purpose of that mission?
Who set out the stakes and said ‘go forth, your task is given’,
Hypnotised our souls and made us act on their suggestion?
Came into our mind another must-be-answered question:
Was it something in us or a force beyond our being?
How to view the source of what accomplishes our seeing:
Body made of light and indestructible with vision.