Bow you not down to the teachers, for they are but masters of naught. Go down deep within you, and seek what you have forgot.
Then in that moment of plenty when you create what you need from the ether will flow the substance, without sorrow or greed. Then will come the Indweller, a body we take for your course. Teach you we will of your knowing, the teachings will come from the source.
Have you no care for the answers, there are no questions to ask. Beyond the intelligent mind you must travel, deep in the bowels of the Earth. She is the great mother balanced and strong in her way. Care you not for her riches, care must you just for the way.
Travel you must through the traces, curves, not the angles you trod. Until you reach the great flowers, that lie beneath the thickness of sod.
Lay you once in the cases, sarcophagus was the name. Then you knew all the places, you were not bound by the shame. Of being vast or human, sin you knew nothing about.
Balanced you were in your knowing. Until you forgot your way out.
Travel for a time, you must for a time through the traces. Until the Dark Force has forgot that you knew of these places, that you know the way out.
The movie will tell of the portal that brings you home not through death. Alive you will be in the morning, even if death has been met.
For you will know the way down to the flowers, travel you must through your mind.