As I recall I was so infatuated I no choice, I fell ‘hook line and sinker’, for he immerged out of the ocean waves of those vast inner seas, like the god of all gods, his trident gleaming, his body glistening in the sunlight, his hair and beard rippling like the very foam itself, to claim me and conquer me, as though it had already been pre-ordained… This wild man tainted by madness and divine inspiration, who promises the ultimate freedom of universal utopia by dissolving the rational mind and any previous patterns of consciousness, who lies in wait for all those brave souls who dare to sail the astral seas, drawn to him by the same hand of fate, and that haunting sound of the sea, the Niades singing through the conch shells. This Poseiden of Greek myths, this ruler of the seven seas, who breaks down all barriers with his divine solvent, who offers the pearl of great price, the holy grail, to all those who have the love and trust to surrender to the terms of his betrothal. A betrothal that ultimately leads to total transformation and transcendence, but which demands a compassion that is nothing less than altruism and a surrender that is nothing less than a total disintegration of mind body and emotions to the purification of his divine healing waters.
And woe betide those who do not make it, who lose the courage at the last moment, for they will be lost forever in those outer reaches of consciousness – something that could have easily happened to me, for I had absolutely no idea where I was going and no kind master to show me the way, only my trusty sword of truth and that map of love deep within my own heart.