It is time, for my return.
Deep in worldly pleasures and perspectives have I ventured.
A well needed experience, I have pulled the substance of my dreams into the substantial waking world. Like seaweed from the swelling ocean.
Now though, its calling me again, that realm of crystaline wonder. Of ringing bells in mountain passes. I can hear the ghostly music of my deepest identities.
Shaman soul song sing me softly through the ancient night of my returning.
Bring me this time deeper still then I have ever gone before.
Let me elucidate my most enshrouded aspects.
Let me walk freely between the worlds.
I am Sybil's son fulfilling her last prophecy.
The sacred story that I have to write surpasses me yet is my essential nature. I am the scribe who carries down the scrolls I cannot reach but somehow speak.
Bless me on my journey into all that I have come for, say a prayer for me tonight and I will say a prayer for you.